#and I just thought of the vampire 'I want to suck your di- wait no' one and I really hope i remember this in the morning cuz its HILARIOUS

[cat-penguin-anon]

OH YEAH

For something that isn't particularly angsty, I was looking something up for our favorite dorky vampire, and ended up remembering a particularly fun fact:

Old mirrors were backed with silver, which is why vampires couldn't see their reflections. Nowadays they're backed with aluminum, so a vampire's reflection would actually be visible.

However, the house on the hill is very old. I imagine the mirrors in there would still be backed with silver, so if Streber were to, say, enter the house for one reason or another, he'd have no reflection. I think that would work great for some reconnaissance or blood-sucking, wouldn't you say? :)

I wouldn't suck their blood if I were him. eldritch magic tastes bitter. but reconnaissance? very plausible :)

[orgasming-caterpillar]

Dancing On Your Heartstrings

Chapter 1

Ranveer POV

"Ranveer Kashyap. Sweet name, by the way."

Ranveer turned to face the boy －the eternally exhausting, exasperating boy－ and said, "Hindi bol le, angrez ki aulad."

Raghav put down his coke and feigned hurt, placing a hand above his heart. "Aap mujhe aisa kaise keh sakte hain?" he said in a dramatically British accent. 

For the nth time that day, Ranveer sighed. Why did he ever think this could work out? No- Why did the principal think this could work out. He and Raghav could never work together. The boy was simply too… draining. He was a goddamned vampire dressed in neon jackets that sucked your life force out of you. Two days with him and Ranveer was already thinking of getting a prescription of migraine meds. 

"The competition is in two weeks, Raghav. And we haven't even choreographed yet!" 

Raghav, however, didn't seem the slightest bit pressed. "So? We can choreograph in two days, practice for ten days, rehearse on the last two days. Easy."

Ranveer wanted to grab him by the neck and shove his face into chullu bhar paani. "Easy? Easy!? Easy hogi meri chappal. Tu do minute cooperate to kar. Main akela thodi kar lunga ham dono ka dance choreograph?"

"Arey bas, yaar. Chill kar na thoda. See, main kathak se related kuch choreograph karta hu, tu hip hop jaisa kuch dhundh. Dono ke genres intermix to karke kuch dynamic banate hai."

"Dynamic to apna ban jayega. Pata bhi hai BCPA ki team ne kab ki preparations shuru kar di? Aur tune aaj ka pura din waste karwa diya. Na kuch kiya na karne diya," Ranveer grumbled, shoving his feet into his shoes. He shouldered his bag and walked out of the practice room. After waiting for a while, he noticed Raghav was still in the room. "Chaliye, maharaj. Mujhe is room ko lock karke warden ko keys bhi deni hai."

Raghav was rooted in his place. This guy was just one weird thing after another. His coffee-brown curls really looked like a bird's nest after a whole another day of goofing around and doing no real practice. His face had a thoughtful expression, eyes squinting, gazing into the distance. "Oye!" Ranveer called out to him. Then, he seemed to come back to his senses. 

For some reason, there was a slight tint of redness on his cheeks. Perhaps from exhaustion. Maybe being stupid did make you tired, Ranveer had thought idiots never ran out of energy. 

"Listen," Raghav called out. Ranveer quirked up an eyebrow. "You want to practise right? Come to my house. I don't have any siblings, to koi pareshan bhi nahi karega. We can look up dance moves and choreograph together."

Ranveer wanted to refuse, but when he actually considered it, it wasn't that bad of an idea. Begrudgingly, he replied, "Okay."

Raghav flashed him a grin, showing his pretty teeth that Ranveer was always so tempted to break. 

Once again, Ranveer sighed. "Ab maharaj baahar aayenge ya aapke liye paalki bulai jaae?"

• • • 

It was five pm when the bell to the patil household rang.

"Aati hu!" chimed in a woman's voice from inside the house. Not long after, the door opened. 

It was Mrs Patil, Raghav's mother, probably. She looked at him, head to toe, from his sleek black hair, to the slight stubble on the dark skin of his face. Shit, should he have shaved? Was she judging him? He was already going mad overthinking. But then Mrs Patil tilted her head and asked, "Ranveer?" 

Oh, she has never seen me before. That's why. Ranveer smiled and nodded, earning a warm smile from Mrs Patil too. She had benevolent-looking eyes and deep dimples. So that's where Raghav got them from. Ranveer had always thought he got them from his father, since he looked so much like the man. 

"Arey, andar aao na, beta. Raghav told me you would come today. Do you want chai?"

Ranveer took the corner seat of the sofa and looked around. Mrs Patil hadn't waited for his answer and was already pouring a cup of chai for him. "Thank you," he said and took the cup she handed him.

"If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, beta. Raghav bhi aata hi hoga."

With that, she disappeared into the kitchen. Ranveer sipped on his chai and cursed himself for not asking her for her name. Now he'll have to be stuck calling her "Mrs Patil" or "Aunty".

Thought the word aunty wouldn't suit her. Despite her age, she had the sort of radiance in her that many women seemed to lack. Until now, Ranveer couldn't place a name on it, but now he realised that he had seen the same untiring energy in Raghav. He had only met Raghav's father, because he also taught at their college. So he had connected all the dots about him to his father and filled in the blank spaces, the things he didn't know about them, with his imagination. 

It had been easy, both him and his father were equally energetic. Though the teacher knew how to keep a class in check, and Raghav didn't even know how to keep himself in check.

But now he realised, Raghav was much more like his mother than his father. In only a few seconds, his mother had made Ranveer recall Raghav so many times you'd think he was in love with him, thinking of him every few seconds and all.

Ranveer pushed the intrusive thought out of his mind. Phew, his mind could be a weird place. Especially when he was drinking chai with this much masala. He was pretty sure he was tasting mulethi, and he'd never had mulethi in chai before. Weird, weird family and their weird, weird chai habits. 

He was finished with his cup when the door sprung open. Raghav, who didn't even have the common sense of not calling someone to his home when he's not even at home himself, grinned at him and threw his bag beside him. "I'll go wash my face. You can wait for me in my room."

Ranveer went to put his cup in the kitchen sink, but he couldn't stop the heat in his cheeks from seeing the grin on Raghav's face. One look at him and Ranveer's own brain betrayed him, replaying that same intrusive thought for some reason. 

Weird. 

[finalmemes]

THE LOST BOYS. roleplay sentence starters of the 1987 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, language, horror, blood.

hey, i liked that song.

how about this?

wait, that's from my era!

what's that smell?

smells like someone died.

i think you're really going to like living in [ location ].

any jobs around here?

looks like he's dead.

if he's dead can we go back to [ location ]?

this is a pretty cool place / for the texas chainsaw massacre.

have you seen a tv? i haven't seen a tv, [ name ]. you know what it means when there's no tv? no mtv.

[ name ], we are flat broke.

no running in the house!

rules! we've got some rules around here.

there are some bad elements around here.

you're telling me we've moved to the murder capital of the world?

well, let me put it this way. if all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once, we'd have one hell of a population problem.

read the tv guide, you don't need a tv.

excuse me, i wonder if you could help us.

we only come here to watch one thing.

i told you not to come in here anymore.

you have a generous nature. i like that in a person.

so how may i help you this evening? we have it all. the best selection in [ location ].

i look that needy, huh?

i'm at the mercy of your sex glands!

don't you have something better to do than follow me around all night?

just scoping your civilian wardrobe.

pretty cool, huh? / for a fashion victim.

listen buddy, if you're looking for the diet frozen yogurt bar, it went out of business last summer.

where the hell are you from? krypton?

i don't like horror comics.

i thought i heard something.

nobody drives this baby but me.

that's as close to town as i like to get.

noticed anything unusual about [ location ] yet?

are you guys sniffing old newsprint or something?

you think you really know what's happening here, don't you? well, i'll tell you something. you don't know shit, buddy.

we are dedicated to a higher purpose. we're fighters for truth, justice, and the american way.

there's our number on the back and pray you never need to call us.

if you want your ear pierced, i'll do it.

wanna get something to eat?

you don't have to beat me, [ name ]. you just have to try and keep up.

how far are you willing to go, [ name ]?

that's what i love about this place. you ask, and then you get.

i can never sleep with the closet door open, either. not even a crack.

don't sneak up on people like that!

how are those maggots?

you're eating maggots. how do they taste?

no hard feelings, huh?

you're one of us, bud.

[ 1st name ] wants to know what's going on. [ 2nd name ], what's going on?

bottoms up, man.

what time is it?

you need sunglasses to talk on the phone?

are you freebasing? inquiring minds want to know.

are you still in bed?

[ name ], would you do me a favor?

it's been a long time since somebody asked me out to dinner.

i'm gonna make you a sandwich.

all you do is give attitude lately.

what did you do to my dog, asshole?

you're a creature of the night, [ name ]. just like out of a comic book.

you're a vampire, [ name ]. my own [ sibling ], a goddamn shit-sucking vampire. you wait 'til mom finds out!

stay away from me, [ name ]!

you did the right thing by calling us.

you better get yourself a garlic t-shirt, buddy. or it's your funeral.

[ name ], i think we have to have a real long talk about something.

what's going on there? [ name ], i'm starting to get worried.

we should stay calm.

who's making that noise?

we've got to stick together, [ name ].

we're gonna work this out. trust me, okay?

you had me scared to death.

i can't believe you people.

can i sleep in here with you tonight?

what's happening to me, [ name ]?

we've been aware of some very serious [ creature ] activity in town for a long time.

[ location ] has become a haven for the undead.

as a matter of fact, we're almost certain that ghouls and werewolves occupy high position at city hall.

kill your brother. you'll feel better.

are we gonna have company again?

hi, i didn't hear you come in!

[ name ], what's the matter with you?

what's gotten into you tonight?

our batting average isn't terrific, is it?

if you ever want to see [ name ] again, you better come with us now.

initiation's over, [ name ]. time to join the club.

i have to talk to you. can i come up?

you drank someone's blood? are you crazy?!

why didn't you kill me last night?

what are you doing here? what do you want from me?

i got connections.

i don't want you going down there.

if something happens down there, i won't have the strength to protect you.

chill out, [ name ].

where did you say you met these guys?

we're on the right trail. flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns.

this isn't funny.

i'm not kidding! they're coming to the house as soon as it gets dark!

i better get cleaned up, then.

they'll be coming for all of us.

i say we terminate them right now.

you missed, sucker.

holy shit! it's the attack of eddie munster!

you afraid to face me, [ name ]?

don't let them see me like this.

nothing's changed.

has everyone gone crazy? what's the matter with all of you?

is everybody okay?

how much do you think we should charge them for this?

one thing about living in [ location ] i never could stomach. all the damn vampires.

[kassies-take]

If You Had Your Best Friend Back

<Prev || Part 9 || Next>

Leah: you have small boobs *putting on your sports bra*

You: shut up! Better tight than not *pauses*

Leah: god that sounds so wrong

You: *groans* better tight than to have nothing on.

Leah: that’s not better

You: fuck you

Leah: *chuckles*

You and Leah: *walks towards Sam and Emily’s*

You: I have to warn you. We’re going to Sam and Emily’s

Leah: *sighs* I figured…

You: *holds her hand* I’ve got you

Leah: can you tell me why we shift while we get there

You: you remember the legends about Taha Aki yeah?

Leah: yeah vampires and werewolves… but why are we turning now?

You: shifters. Not werewolves. well our histories never had more than three shifters in a pack, let alone two female shifters. The last time there was a pack the Cullens had 5. When I was forbidden from seeing you they had 8 to our 4. Then they left and then we had 6. And now that they’re back we’re 1 for 1. 8 to 8.

Leah: the numbers don’t make sense!

You: many things don’t make sense Lee

~~~~~

You and Leah: *laughs and hi fives*

Paul: you guys cheated! *throws controller down*

You: *sarcastic* oh no if only the other guys actually worked together maybe you guys would win

Leah: what did you think we were doing when we hung out

Jared: gossip about guys? Watch movies, giggle. Not dominate in Super Smash Bros 64!

You: *scowls* when have i ever giggled

Paul: Again! (Y/n) can’t play as Ness!

You and Leah: *looks at each other and shrugs*

You: okay

You, Jared, Leah and Paul: *plays again*

You and Leah: *win*

Jared: what the heck dude! How do you suck so bad!

Paul: you died first!

Jared and Paul: *wrestle*

Sam and Emily: *enters*

Emily: not in the house!

You: here I’ll help! *grabs both Jared and Paul by their necks and pushed them out the door*

Jared and Paul: *still wrestling*

Emily: *moves to the kitchen*

Leah: *holds her elbow*

Sam: *gives a sad smile towards Leah* Lea Lea

Leah: *stiffens*

You: *looks over at Leah and walks in front of Sam* move back bucko

Sam: I just want to talk to her

You: well does she want to talk to you.

Sam: I want to apologize

You: *raises your eyebrows*

Leah: it’s fine (Y/n/n)

You: *looks back at her to confirm, sighs and turns back* fine.

Sam: *takes a step forward*

You: *grabs his forearm* I know where you sleep. *turns to Leah* holler if you need me

Sam and Leah: *leaves the house*

Emily: I’m glad she has you back

You: it can’t be easy for her. Everything she’s been through, having to constantly be around Sam and his thoughts of you. Being ordered around by him too.

Emily: you think she’d be my bridesmaid if I asked

You: depends how long you’re willing to wait. It’ll take time

Emily: *hums*

You: … why didn’t you ask me to be your bridesmaid?

Emily: *laughs* you’d have to wear a dress you know.

You: just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t wear dresses

Emily: *gasps* will you wear a dress

You: *offended* NO!

Emily: *laughs and slaps you*

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Stars Around My Scars

Chapter 1 - All Eyes On Me (Read on Ao3)

“Why me?” Magnus asked at last.

“Because,” Raphael said, his voice thin and drawn. “Ragnor, and every other warlock I’ve called have decided that this situation is exactly your type.”

Magnus frowned. “How many warlocks did you call before me? Actually, wait, don’t answer that. What do you mean this situation is my type?”

“Shadowhunter,” Raphael said, and it all clicked into place.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard but I don’t-“

“Black hair, blue eyes,” Raphael went on as if he hadn’t heard Magnus. “Lost cause who needs saving. Death wish? Definitely. Come here as soon as you can.”

I don’t involve myself with Shadowhunters anymore, Magnus had wanted to say, but it didn’t matter. Raphael had already cut the call.

Magnus sighed and dropped his phone to the side, locking eyes with Chairman Meow who'd been sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, watching him with his beady green cat eyes ever since Raphael called him two minutes ago.

“I guess I’ll be going off to the Hotel Dumort, then,” Magnus said.

Chairman meowed.

All Magnus was told about this situation was “a violation of the Accords” and “we need you here NOW”. Oh, and that apparently the perpetrator was a Shadowhunter. Raphael had said he was ‘Magnus’s type’ - as if Magnus would seduce a Shadowhunter into leaving the Downworld alone.

Besides, if a Shadowhunter was wrecking havoc at the Hotel Dumort, Magnus doubted he could be seduced by a warlock anyways.

But when he portalled into the foyer of the Hotel Dumort, there was no havoc. There was only silence.

“Raphael!” Magnus called out. Faint echoes of his own voice reached his ears, followed immediately by a voice from right behind him.

“There you are.”

Magnus jumped and whirled around, calming down when he saw it was just Raphael.

“Damn you vampires and your silent footsteps,” Magnus cursed silently. Raphael didn't grace him with a reply.

“He’s in there,” Raphael cocked his head in the direction of what Magnus recognised to be the ballroom. Well, the former ballroom. No balls had been held in there for the past few decades, atleast not to Magnus’s knowledge.

“What’s the problem?” Magnus asked. “Because there doesn’t seem to be one.”

"Walk and talk," Raphael grumbled, gesturing at Magnus to follow him as he turned on his heel and headed into the ballroom.

"He came in here a while ago," Raphael said. "And has been goading the clan into sucking his blood."

"What?" Magnus knitted his eyebrows. "Why would he-"

"I don't know," Raphael almost growled, clearly agitated at the situation. "I've kept the clan at bay so far but I can't hold them for long. The Shadowhunter entered the Hotel at his own will, technically we are at liberty to do with him as we please, but-"

"He's a Shadowhunter," Magnus murmured. He had entered the ballroom now, and throes of Vampires parted at the sight of him and Raphael, giving way to the middle of the room. "If he dies here, the rest of them will come down on you."

"Precisely," Raphael said, his voice clipped. "Stop him."

Magnus stepped ahead of Raphael, making his way through the vampires as quickly as he could. The last of the crowd gave way, and then Magnus saw the Shadowhunter for the first time.

He was sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, head bowed, a pale finger tracing something in the dirt lined floor. If Raphael hadn't told Magnus he was a Shadowhunter, Magnus would've thought he was a mundane - he was certainly dressed like one, in a gray sweater too large for him and similarly oversized jeans.

The boy must've heard Magnus’s footsteps, for he raised his head, cold blue eyes cutting across Magnus’s gaze.

Something about that gaze troubled Magnus. There was something hollow in there, almost dead.

There was also something familiar about him.

"Is that…?" Magnus murmured.

"Maryse Lightwood's brat?" said Raphael, who had by now caught up to Magnus. "Yes."

Another piece clicked into place.

"Well, then there's definitely something shady going on," Magnus whispered to him.

"What are you talking about?"

Magnus whirled, looking once again at the Shadowhunter.

"If you're talking about me," he said, "You might as well say it to my face."

Magnus briefly locked eyes with Raphael, and then stepped forward.

"What do you want, Shadowhunter?" He asked, loud and firm.

The Shadowhunter was silent a moment, then he tilted his head, the way Chairman did sometimes when he assessed a stranger, and said, "I want to die."

Magnus was stumped.

He blinked, once, then twice, and quickly recovering from his stupor he asked, "Why?"

"It's none of your business," The Shadowhunter said hurriedly. "I don't see how any of this is your business, in fact. I want to die, and I know vampires love Nephilim blood. I get what I want, and they get what they want."

"Except for the part where they turn you into a vampire instead of keeping you dead," Magnus pointed out. "Or mommy and daddy come after all of us for murdering their baby boy. They're notoriously famous for that."

"I wouldn’t mind that. Becoming a vampire," The Shadowhunter said, to Magnus’s surprise. "And as for the other thing…" Something shuttered close in his eyes. "You won't have to worry about my family coming down on you. You won't have to worry about any Shadowhunter coming down on you, in fact."

The boy raised his hands, palms facing himself, and it took Magnus a moment to realise what was wrong with them.

There was no Voyance rune on either of his hands.

"As far as they're concerned," he said, and now his voice was hollow too. "I am no longer one of them."

Magnus liked to imagine he had two brain cells. A back one and a front one.

The back one was fast - it did all the legwork and simply gave Magnus the information he needed in that moment. The front one, though somewhat slow, told him what he needed to do with the information he had.

Right now, the back brain cell was telling him, The Shadowhunter for some reason got deruned and is now practically a mundane in the eyes of the Law.

All the front one was willing to give him was, Fuck.

There was murmuring breaking out among the vampires now. Magnus couldn't hear what they were saying, but he suspected the gist of it was something like, Well, if he's deruned, there's no harm in drinking his blood and killing him, right?

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP! NO ONE IS GOING TO DRAIN THE LIGHTWOOD BOY!" Raphael yelled, confirming Magnus’s thoughts.

"Lady Camille would've let us drain him," a vampire muttered sullenly from someone behind.

"Dale!" another vampire hissed from nearby, this one a woman. "We don't mention Lady Camille around Magnus Bane, remember?"

Magnus raised an eyebrow at Raphael. Raphael simply shrugged.

"Simply trying to spare your feelings," he said.

Magnus sighed. "Nevermind that. Now-" He turned back to the Nephilim boy, who was still sitting on the ground, eyes flitting among the vampires - who were still muttering in spite of Raphael's orders. "What about him?"

"You have to get him out of here," Raphael hissed. "Now."

Before Magnus could even think of what to do next, the Shadowhunter stood up in one swift move, graceful even with the lack of runes. Just as swiftly, he brought his wrist to his mouth, teeth tearing at pale skin.

The dirt on the floor quickly soaked up the splash of deep red blood that landed on it.

Like a ripple, the smell of fresh Angelic blood hit the noses of every single vampire in the room.

Behind Magnus, Raphael swore in a low voice.

"So," the Shadowhunter said. "Who wants to go first?"

In the silence that followed, one could hear each drop of the Nephilim's blood hit the floor.

Plop.

There was a stain of blood red on the Shadowhunter's teeth and lips.

Plop.

The vampires looked on, eyes wide and nostrils dilated. Magnus heard a click behind him as someone's fangs popped out.

Plop.

Magnus had to act, and fast.

[asimpforthe80s]

Kinda Tasty

Contains: Vampire!Eddie x Human/Vampire!Steve. Blood. Horny Shit. Minors DNI. Smut. Angst. Fluff. More than one part, cause I'm lazy. Tell me if I missed anything.

A/N: uhh.. I dunno what my brain was on, but I want some..! And BTW, I'm not good at summaries, so have fun figuring it out-

Summary: Eddie 'survives' the upside down and find Steve's house. Eddie drinks a bit of Steve's blood and he dies, making Eddie have regrets and turning Steve into a vampire. They fuck for a bit and start talking about the future. Kids 'n stuff.

Steve had been asleep when he heard a knock at the window beside his bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked to see who it was-

*Eddie Munson*.

He felt the sleepiness snap away and he jolted up. How is this possible- Eddie had *died*.

Steve opened the window hurriedly, “Munson, what-?”

…somethings.. different. "Steve.." you said. But in a weird way, like it sounded more like a question.

Steve nodded hesitantly, “Y-yeah? What’re you doing here- I thought-“

He took a step back, not knowing what to say. *Why is he alive? Can he stay? Is this even REALLY him? What the hell happened?*

"Need you a bit, Kay?"

*Need me?*

“..For?” Steve tilted his head, but he knew exactly what Eddie was talking about- his voice was still raspy, and his eyes were wide. Steve couldn’t help but melt as he let him in..

"Just give me a simple hug?" You sounded.. suspicious. “…Yes, okay”

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie and hugged him tightly, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. He felt Eddie’s arms wrap around his shoulders awkwardly but he didn’t care. Eddie was *real*, he was *right here* with him. And right as he was about to pull away, you sank your fangs into the pulse point of his neck, starting to drink his blood. *”Eddie!”*

Steve jumped back, startled. He could feel the blood dripping down his face and his ears were ringing.

“Wait, Eddie- are you a.. a..”

"No, let me continue.. don't fucking fight it.." you said and pulled him to you, continuing to drink his blood. *”But… I’m not-“*

Steve tried to fight, pulling his arm away but Eddie held him tight. After a moment he stopped struggling and let his body relax.

He let him drink.

"You taste fucking amazing.. like a drug.." you said in-between sucks. He felt Eddie’s nails digging into his back as he drank and after a moment he felt the sting disappear.. he felt *good*.

“..what is happening?” "Just be a good boy, and let me drink your blood, okay? I'm hungry.." “S-sure”

He let out a soft moan, feeling Eddie’s sharp fangs digging into his neck. He felt dizzy the longer it went, but he didn’t want it to end. "Mmh~.." you were moaning- fucking ***moaning*** at the sweet taste of his blood. The warm blood filling his stomach seemed to soothe him, calming him down as he pulled Eddie closer. “This feels.. *good*.” He whispered, licking his lips. "Yeah? Pleasurable kind of good? The kind of good that can make me both stop starving and get laid?"

“The *best* kind of good” Steve nodded, his brain swimming as the blood continued to flow. His lips parted, his hand on Eddie’s arm.

“Please, more.” "If I take more, you die.. and I haven't gotten laid yet, so no.. unfortunately" “..please.”

He looked at Eddie with desperation, willing Eddie to take more of his blood. He was willing to give Eddie everything. He *needed* him to take more.

"You're only accepting this because I put a little bit of poison in you when I bit you.. it's to make you obedient and quiet while I feast"

“I don’t care, I still need you.”

He let out another moan as Eddie drank more of his blood. He felt dizzy, everything was already hazy.

“Don’t stop.. I *want* it.” "You want me to kill you?"

“Yes” he said, his voice a soft whisper as his eyes began to flutter shut. “I want you to take more.. so much more than I ever thought was even possible.”

"I'll take.. about two more liters, then we're going to the hospital, and we're getting you blood transplants.. got it? And yes, you're gonna pass out soon, it's normal" “..okay.”

He closed his eyes, feeling his consciousness fade and the warmth in Eddie’s body and the taste of his blood flood his senses.

“..Eddie..”

"Mhm?"

“Love you..”

He lost consciousness, his body heavy as he slumped against Eddie.. he was going downhill quickly. "Heh.. you gay f'me, Harrington?" You asked between bites and sucks. As you hadn't noticed him going unconscious. He was fully unconscious now as Eddie took more of his blood, his body limp. He didn’t care what Eddie did to him, he just wanted to feel *him.* You kept moaning as you drank his blood, fully stopping once you realized you've taken a little over 2 liter. "Steve? You with me?" He was still unresponsive, his heartbeat already fading. After a moment, his heartbeat and breathing stop altogether, and he remains limp in Eddie’s arms, his cold blood running down Eddie’s throat. "Shit.. shit- shit- shit! Steve?! Harrington?! Answer me!" Still no response. He remained motionless, his body limp and lifeless with his blood covering Eddie’s mouth. "***FUCK!***" Eddie watched silently as Steve stopped breathing and his heartbeat faded away. There was nothing he could do now.

Steve Harrington was dead. "Uhm.. uh... s.. Steve?.. I.. i-i think I overdid it..." Still no response.

Eddie watched silently. He’d killed him. But he didn’t regret it. "God damnit.. you were gonna be my *living* supply of blood.. not dead! And you actually tasted good, too! Dead blood isn't good no matter how you prepare it... fuck it, I'm making you a vampire now" you say and pump some of your own blood and poison into the bite you've made earlier. After a moment, Steve’s eyes flash open and his breath quickly returns. His heart starts pumping as he looks at Eddie, “..what.. WHAT!”

He reaches for his neck, blood still on Eddie’s mouth. “Eddie, what the *hell* did you do to me.” "Steve.. don't.. don't worry... okay? Just.. don't worry." You gave him a nervous smile and chuckle. “Don’t worry?” He pulled away from Eddie, his hands trembling as he looked at the blood still dripping down Eddie’s lips.

“*What. Did. You. Do.*” You just smiled nervously and chuckled even more nervous. You put your hand on the back of your neck and stroked it. Steve watched your every movement carefully, his breathing shaky as his eyes widened.

“Eddie, what’s happening with me? Why do I feel.. I feel so different. *Why do I feel so good?*”

He looked at you, his eyes glowing. Were they glowing before? "Right.. tell me one thing.. did you react strongly to hormones under puberty?" “..uh, I guess? Why..?” he tilted his head, noticing how sharp his canines were now. "Fuuuuckkk.. uh.. okay.. I might've made you a vampire because I wanted you to live? And uhm, you're transforming right now, meaning you're gonna be super horny and just do anything to have sex for about 5 days straight?-"

“..”

He took a moment to process everything. He was a vampire, a vampire because of *Eddie*? That was the last thing he expected.

“..so I’m going to be insane for 5 days? Just… just like that?” "No.. just.. very, very horny... like a bitch in heat.. like you're desperate to be constantly fucked for 5 days straight with no pause.. and.. you're uhm.. you're gonna have a breeding kink for that time too.. but you won't want to breed someone else, to say the least-" “..that might… be a little difficult, Eddie, given we’re both guys.”

He paused, looking away. “I think it’s already starting.. I’m definitely feeling.. something."

"Yeah, I know.. sorry, I just..kinda need you alive.. since I've lost memory of everyone other than you.. I don't know if I have other people in my life, but I only remember you.. and I wouldn't figure anything out without the only person I remember, would I now?" He looked at you, his eyebrows raised in concern.

“Eddie… you’re not making a whole lot of sense right now. You’re telling me you’ve lost your memories- all except for me?”

He tilted his head, “..how old are you, Eddie?”

"Uh... I mean.. I look 20?"

“You *look* twenty.. but what about how old you actually are?”

He let out a soft moan and leaned down toward Eddie, his eyes glazing over. He was getting *too* touchy with him already.. "Hm.. good question.." He sighed, “..never mind.” He moved closer and bit Eddie’s neck, his teeth sinking into Eddie’s skin and his face filled with pleasure. He felt the warmth of Eddie’s blood fill his mouth and for a moment he lost it all.

“Eddie…” he breathed. "Right.. you're horny.. kinda forgot about that when you started asking me things.."

“I can’t help it, Eddie..”

He pulled away from your neck after a moment, licking the blood dripping down his cheek. He was *starving* and he looked to Eddie.

“Eddie, will you help me?” he asked, his lips dripping with blood. "Yeah, don't worry.. I bet I was worse than you're gonna be anyway.. heh.." He let out a soft moans, his eyes wandering to Eddie’s neck.

“I can’t wait.”

His teeth sharpened as he bit back into Eddie’s neck, the heat of Eddie’s blood in his mouth. His body trembled as a moan escaped his lips, and he sucked harder. "Do the worst you want, Steve.. I accidentally killed people from overstimulating them too much... but I won't die again.. or pass out, really.." “Eddie..” He moaned out his name, his teeth digging deeper into Eddie’s neck as he continued to suck.

“..please.. I don’t think I can stop…” "Don't worry.. I don't need the blood.. take it all.." He moaned again, his body shivering from how good it all felt. He felt everything in his head dull and fade away as the warmth of Eddie’s blood filled him.

“Eddie…” he continued to suck, not even stopping to breathe as he continued to drink and moan. "Remember to breathe, you're not the good kind of dead yet.." His eyes widened, “Oh.. oh right.”

He separated from Eddie’s neck and took a few rapid breaths in, trying to focus himself.

“Gods… that was..” You smiled at him. "I've still got more blood if you want? I kinda reproduce blood every 10 minutes if I've lost any.." His eyes lit up.

“It comes back that fast?” He moaned softly.

“Can I have more? Please..”

"Take it, God.. I literally get filled back up with blood every 10 minutes, take whatever the fuck you need"

“Ohh~.” He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he bit Eddie’s neck again and continued to drink.

His breaths were shallow and heavy as he drank, his nails digging into Eddie’s skin. "Heh.. like the taste?"

“Mmhm.. Eddie..”

He moaned and his breaths got even shallower as he drank and drank and drank.

“..you taste better than I ever imagined”

"Yeah? Well.. no blood tastes the same.. and uh.. do you believe in that soul mate shit?" His eyes fluttered, his body becoming sensitive to the touch and heat as he drank more and more of Eddie’s blood.

“I do..” he moaned, licking his lips. “Do you?”

"Yeah and.. uhm.. apparently, your soul mates blood tastes best?"

“That’s.. that’s perfect.” He moaned as he pulled away slightly and looked up at Eddie.

“..you’re my soulmate?” "Guess so.. you still horny?"

He nodded quickly, his body shivering as he looked hungrily at Eddie.

“Very.. can I please have more?”

"You want more blood, or do you want to literally be laid for the next 5 days?"

“…both, actually” he breathed out, “I can’t help it, I really want it all from you.”

"Just know, your beds gonna break.. I go ***rough***" His eyes widened.

“..the bed will break? How hard are you going to go at me?” Eddie was going to *destroy* him. "Oh, I'm gonna fucking destroy your little ass" you said, your voice dropping half an octave. His cheeks turned bright red. “I-I’m not little!”

He leaned in closer and bit Eddie’s neck, drinking even more of his blood. "Pfft.. no, but I bet no one's ever fucked your ass, hm?" His eyes narrowed in embarrassment, his cheeks still red.

“No- no they haven’t! I’m just.. I’m just not..”

He let out a soft, nervous laugh as he sucked more blood out of your neck. "That means it's gonna be tight.."

“..Tight? Oh uh…”

His cheeks grew red, he was starting to realize what Eddie was getting at. You dropped your voice about one and a half octave and said, "*Do you want me to destroy you?*" in that deep voice. “Y-YES!” He whispered, his mouth still on Eddie’s neck.

He was beyond embarrassed from what Eddie had suggested, but he wanted every single bit of it. *He wanted Eddie to go wild.*"Yeah? Do you perhaps *enjoy* my deep voice, bunny?"

“Yes.. I-I do” he breathed out quietly, his face *red hot* now. God this was so humiliating but so.. hot.. "Mhm? I bet it's doing things to you that you never thought it could, hm? Is that right, *bunny*?" His cheeks only grew darker as he continued to drink Eddie’s blood, his eyes looking at you with lustful desire.

“Y-yes..” he hissed out, “I love it..”

"Mhmm?"

“Yes.. I-I love it, Eddie!” His breath came out in short and shallow breaths as he continued to suck at Eddie’s neck and drink from him.

“I love your voice.. I love your body.. I love *you*…” You chuckled deeply. "Yeah? Well, I love you too, bunny" His breath came out in a soft moan as he continued to suck, his body becoming more sensitive.

“..Gods, Eddie..”

"Tell me when you wanna get laid instead of just sucking my blood out"

“Right now, Eddie! You’re my soulmate and my- my future lover and my- my everything!” He moaned and finally pulled away from Eddie’s neck, his breath still shaky but he was smiling too.

“Please.. please please fuck me, Eddie. Please.”

"Yeah? You want that? Good boy.. get in bed f'me, okay?"

“..rightaway, Eddie.”

He crawled over to the bed and jumped up on the sheets, looking up and waiting for Eddie to join him. "From now on its either master.. got it, bunny?" He smiled weakly, blushing from head to toe.

“Yes, master..” he responded, looking at Eddie with lustful eyes. "Good bunny.. strip f'me.." “Yes.. sir..”

He bit his lip and began to unbutton his shirt and take off his pants, revealing his skinny torso. He was so nervous and yet so excited for what they were about to do. "Good boy.." You started taking off your battle vest and leather jacket.His eyes widened in surprise, but he continued to strip for Eddie as he took off his own shorts. His underwear was soon exposed and he was now completely naked.

He was so shy and embarrassed, he wanted to die but he wanted Eddie so much more. "Fuck- bunny," you moaned slightly at the sight before completely stripping and throwing your clothes somewhere on the floor before crawling up to him. Steve’s breath was short and heavy as Eddie stripped for him. He had to look away because the thought and sight of Eddie fully nude was.. too much right now. He just wanted to kiss all over his body, feel your touch, *feel Eddie’s touch.*

He was nervous.

He was embarrassed.

He was in love.

He was getting so hard just from watching Eddie move around the room. "God, you're so fucking sexy... -and hard, I see" you teased him and pinned him down to the bed by holding his wrists over his head. His eyes fluttered back open and he let out a deep moan as Eddie pinned him to the bed, his eyes locked onto Eddie.

“..do what you like, master..” he breathed out, his body trembling from how close Eddie was and how excited he was now. "Yeah? You want me to use you like a free use slut? Hm? Is that what you are, bunny?" He nodded frantically, his heart racing and his breathing becoming more excited. "You're so fucking hard, bunny.. is that all f'me? Hm? did I do that to you?"

“Y-yes.. I can’t take it, Eddie…”

He was desperate for Eddie to do as he please, to use him as he wants. "Use your words, bunny.. tell me what you want.."

“..use, Eddie.. do anything I want.. do whatever makes you happy, Eddie..”

He continued to nod frantically, his heart still racing. He was desperate to be used and used like he never had been in his whole life. He felt that he would be a different person after Eddie touched him, after Edward *owned him.* ".. bend over my knee.." He hesitantly moved and bent his torso over Eddie’s knee.

“..and then..? What are you going to do, Eddie?”

"You're using the wrong name, bunny.. gotta punish you f'that" you said and brought your hand over his right ass cheek, soothing it a bit before giving it a hard hit. “Ah- o-oh!” He let out a loud moan as Eddie made contact with his ass, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Hm? Did you like that, bunny? Do you *enjoy* having your master hurt you?" He nodded frantically. He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel but he wanted to feel *good.* He wanted Eddie to do what he wanted, use him however he wanted. "Use your words, bunny"

“Y-yes, I liked it! I-I liked you hurting me, Eddie.. please, keep… hurting me!”

His heart was racing and his mouth hung open as he spoke. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was saying this but something about Eddie made him *need* this. "Wrong name.." you said and repeated the motion he begged for. “Ow, Eddie! Don’t.. just don’t hurt me!” He didn’t know what he said wrong but his body was just feeling *so good* that he couldn’t resist. He cried out as Eddie hit him again, his heart almost racing out of his chest as he was so excited- so desperate. "I said.. *wrong name*"

“O-oh! Please don’t punish me, Master, please- I- I’ll call you anything!”

He winced as Eddie hit him again, his back becoming sensitive and his face becoming red as Eddie continued to punish him and make him call Eddie by his proper name. "There we go! Now you've got it.. good bunny.."

“Oh.. yes.. Master, I’m your good bunny..”

He was just saying anything his thoughts could muster up. He was so nervous and so excited. He loved Eddie so much, the rush he felt whenever Eddie’s body and his hands touches his was so addictive and he felt like he was going to lose control. "Yes you are.. my good little bunny bitch.." He moaned as Eddie insulted him so harshly, his body becoming weak under Eddie’s hand. He didn’t understand why but Eddie was making him so hot and so.. *wet.* He had never felt like this before. "You're a little degrading slut, aren't you, bunny?" His eyes widened. “Y-yes, Master! I… I am!”

He was blushing profusely, his cheeks red and his eyes fixed on Eddie. Was this what Eddie was expecting when he asked him to call him Master? That he would end up becoming so submissive to him? "You want me to degrade you, hm? Call you a pathetic, submissive, little bitch bunny? Call you *my* submissive bunny?" His eyes were droopy and his eyes rolled back a bit as Eddie degraded him. "Use your words.. or do I have to remind you of your punishment?"

“My.. punishment?” He swallowed heavily, his body shaking as he remembered. “I’m.. your pathetic, submissive, little bunny.. m..master..”

"Good bunny.." You stroked his hair and rubbed the red hand print on his ass so it wouldn't hurt so much. And to remind him. He let out a soft moan, his eyes closing and his body trembling as Eddie’s hand caressed him.

“..thank you, Master..” he whispered softly. "Up against the wall.. ass out, face against the wall.."

“O-okay, Master.”

He slowly stood up, doing as Eddie instructed. He had to remind himself that Eddie was in full control of the situation and was going to keep him in line.

At least his back didn’t feel numb anymore.. You smirk, seeing his ass like that, and give it a lighter smack before lining up with his hole. You push in with a deep groan, somehow making Steve even harder than he was. As if that should be possible.

You bottom out slowly and wait a minute for Steve to be comfortable with your length and size before starting to thrust slowly. Pulling out all the way before slowly sliding back in, wanting him to be comfortable but at the same time wanting to go feral and fuck his brains out until he'd be just a little fucktoy got you to use.

But you were patient and waited until he gave a confirming nod, then you picked up the speed a little. It was of course, hard to control yourself when his walls were so tight around you, clenching down on your thick cock.

You knew he'd be tight, but not this tight. He was already a moaning mess just by feeling you slide in. His sweet moans only made it harder for you to control your urge to fuck him until he passes out - even tho he couldn't really pass out because of the new vampire thing you had done to him just half an hour earlier.

One more moan and you'd be gone. You knew that. And when he moaned again, you picked up the speed and trusted both faster and harder, making his legs tremble and threaten to give out. You had a bruising grip on his hips that you both knew would leave some kind of bruise, but you couldn't care less. You just had to fuck him like an animal.

"Ed- master! O-ohh, god..~ f-fuck, master! I-im close..~ ngh~.. so c-close.." he moaned out and started tightening up like when you stretched him out. You were a goner. But you had to make him cum first. You didn't have a choice.

You picked up the speed a little more to ensure he'd finish quickly, and so he did. Withing seconds, he was screaming, "Oh g-god, I'm c-cumming!~"

You came right after him, spilling your seed deep inside him. You knew he couldn't get pregnant, but why not?

You pulled out and picked him up in a bridal style before putting him on the bed, cuddling him close.

"I love you.. and I'm not just saying that because of what we just did.. I've loved you for a long time now.." you said into the crook of his neck. "I've.. love-d you since- since forever, too.." he breathed out in between moans, his body shivering as his heartbeat returned to normal.

Steve couldn't stop staring up at Eddie, his eyes locked on Eddie's.

"I have one question.." he whispered, embarrassed even though they were so vulnerable with each other. "*Do you really love me?*"

"Yeah.. I do.. I love you, Steve.. always have.."

"Always..?"

He looked up at Eddie one more time. He believed Eddie.. he *had* to believe Eddie. He had never wanted someone as badly as he wanted Eddie.

His breathing was short and his gaze was locked on Eddie, the man he absolutely loved.

"I don't.. I don't want any one but you, Eddie. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you, I want to have children with you."

He was speaking so fast he didn't even realise he was talking. "Do you even know what you're saying? We can't get pregnant.. were guys.." He looked at Eddie with a confused expression at first and then he froze when he realised what he had said.

"I.. I-I know that.." he said, slightly embarrassed.

They couldn't have children because they were both two boys. Steve felt stupid for forgetting that but his mind was so focused on Eddie so he couldn't help it.

"I just meant that I want you.. I love you and I want you to be my everything."

He was so honest with Eddie and was so *in love* with Eddie it's almost adorable. "Well, I'm going to be your everything even if you like it or not.. so you're gonna have to deal with me until we die from something stupid like.. wooden stakes.. or silver.. or something like going out in the sun without intense sunscreen.." He laughed quietly. "Or something like the vampire hunters finding us-"

But there was a new fear that arose in his mind now that was much greater. He stared at Eddie with anxious eyes and spoke with a shaky voice.

"Eddie.. w- would you.. ever.. leave me..?" You looked at him with a loving look in your eyes as you answered. "No.. never.. I'm not leaving you.. and if we don't die together, I'm gonna kill myself as soon as I hear the news about you dying.."

"Eddie.."

He looked up at Eddie with such love, such admiration, such trust, he couldn't have felt this way about anyone else. It was truly remarkable.

"Would you.. would you marry me..?"

He was blushing profusely. A smile crossed his face as if he was waiting for Eddie to say yes. But part of him was also scared. "Yes, but not now.."

"No.. no, not now.. when we're ready.. when we can get married and-"

His eyes widened as a thought crossed his brain.

"Wait.. Eddie, you said earlier that we can't have kids- that's true, right..? But... can we still.. y'know..?"

"We can still, what, Steve?"

"You know what I meant!"

He looked up at Eddie with a shy and embarrassed expression, his face was flushed red. He could not speak what he meant and hoped Eddie would understand. "I don't! You're confusing me!" You said back with a smiling but confused face. "You know.. kids.. kids, Eddie! Can we still have kids together, even if I'm a boy..?"

Steve still couldn't speak it for some reason and hoped Eddie would be able to connect the dots. He was too scared to directly say it to Eddie and get an answer from him. "Well.. not biological unless we go to one of those weird doctors and get a woman that can carry the child.. or we can adopt?" He sighed in disappointment. He had wanted to be the parent of a biological, genetically similar child. But he knew that was not possible.

"You're right, let's.. let's just adopt a child.. I'll love them like they *were* biologically mine and so will you."

He looked up at Eddie and smiled nervously.

"Do.. do you like.. the idea of being.. a dad?" He asked awkwardly and shyly. "Yeah.. I do.. but hey.. we can do the first idea if you really want to have a somewhat biological kid.. woman do it all the time"

"Do you think that's a good... idea..?"

He had never considered going through some medical process to become female. But he would do anything for a biological child, for Eddie, for everything in his life.

He looked up at Eddie, hoping he would give him answers. "What do you prefer..?"

"I mean, I don't care about it.. but.. having a little girl or boy that looks like you? That's a dream.." His mind froze. A child that looked like *him*.. a mini Steve, just like him in every way.

"We'll do it.." he whispered. A child that looked like him. A child that was genetically linked to both him and Eddie.

He felt hot and heavy in his chest. The thought of him and Eddie having a child was amazing and he was now determined to make it happen. He didn't care what it took, he just needed to have a child with Eddie. "You mean getting another woman to carry the child, or are you seriously gonna get surgery to become a person with a working vagina?"

"No.. no, a third party to carry the child.. I just want a baby that's half me and half you, a baby that is of our flesh. ..but that we can love and care for like its ours."

He was blushing again and couldn't even look up at Eddie while speaking. He didn't want to tell Eddie that yes, he would if he needed to become a woman to make the child. But what he planned sounded fine and Eddie could go along with it.

"Please.." he whispered, looking up at Eddie desperately. "Yeah, of course.. I mean, I'd want that too.. a little kiddo who looks like one of us.. or both, if that's possible.."

"A mini Steve with your eyes, Eddie.. can you imagine them?"

He smiled and looked up at Eddie. His mind was set on the idea and he was already dreaming about a child that was biologically his and Eddie's, and how he would name the child and all that.

"I'm going to be the best father you've ever seen, Eddie. I'm going to make sure our child grows up happy, healthy and well-loved."

"And I'll teach em the stupid things-"

"No teaching them to swear." Steve said flatly.

"Also, you're not allowed to make them a D&D geek like you."

He chuckled and kissed Eddie's forehead.

"We'll be the best parents in the world. And when they come of age, we can tell them about everything- about how we met, the adventures we had, the friends we made and the lessons we learned." You pouted. "Why can't I?! That's the fun part! Making them swear and teach them D&D!"

"No, no, no, absolutely not. They won't be swearing and they're going to play sports and have a healthy life and go out in the world and learn all sorts of things."

He looked annoyed and crossed his arms. "They will not become a D&D nerd like you."

"But- Steve! Stevieee!!"

"Heeeeell naaaah. You can maybe *teach* them D&D, but that's it! They are not *becoming* an obsessed nerd like you, Eddie. I won't have it." You pouted and rolled over to your side, crossing your arms and facing the wall. "Hmph..!"

"Babyyyy! Oh, please!" Steve laughed, trying to get Eddie out of his playful tantrum. "You can play D&D with them if you teach them the game, okay? I won't have your baby playing the game by themselves but.. we can *play together* as a family."

He looked up at Eddie playfully, he was so cute when he was mad at Steve. "Pleasee, Eddie, you can teach them D&D! All I'm saying is, they can't be obsessed with it and start collecting the minis-" You crossed your arms more dramatically. "Hmph!!"

"Eddie, if you won't stop sulking, I'll have to *make* you stop."

Steve was trying his best to be annoyed at Eddie, but he couldn't help but laugh. Eddie was *so cute.* The way Eddie stuck his bottom out, crossed his arms and looked at the wall like a misbehaving child was just so adorable.

"Eddie! Do I... do I have to spank you? Huh? Do you want to be *punished?*" he said sternly, his voice laced with amusement. "You can't punish your master" you just said in that pouty tone. It wasn't even serious or sexy. "Oh, my mistake *Master*, shall I be the one getting punished, then?"

Steve's voice was dripping with sarcasm and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"I didn't know you could act this cutely. I didn't know you could act like a *misbehaving child* when I tell you something you didn't want to hear. Oh, Eddie~"

He put an extra emphasis on the word "Eddie" and smiled deviously, his face right next to Eddie's. "Shutup!" You pouted more, nudging his face away with your own. "Do you think all your pouting and acting like a brat will make me take back my words, Eddie~?"

He looked at him and smiled as he nudged Eddie's face back into his own.

"Do you think I'll just go along with whatever you say simply because you pout and sulk?"

The playful back and forth between him and Eddie was almost amusing as Eddie continued to pout and sulk, his face scrunched up as he looked at the wall. "Let me teach our kid the stupid stuff, and I'll stop" He paused and thought for a moment.

"Alright. You can teach our kid all the stupid stuff you want. I just don't want them to be a complete and total nerd. They can be a bit of a nerd, of course, they are your child after all. But they're not allowed to spend hundreds and hundreds on those little minis or do nothing but play D&D all day."

"The heck is a mini? It's a figurine.."

"Same thing! I've seen your desk, you have these little figurines everywhere on your desk."

He sighed.

"Eddie.. you have a serious problem. When we have our baby, you're going to need to stop collecting those stupid little figures, okay? You're going to need to grow up."

"Okay, now you're just breaking my heart.." you stopped pouting in that cute way and was looking at him with the 'hurt puppy look'. "Don't you even go there, Eddie."

He could not help but laugh as he looked down at Eddie, he was too adorable.

"You don't need those figures if you have our baby to play with. Don't you want a child more than you want your stupid figures..?" You were seriously getting sad because of this, but you'd have to act like an adult, as Steve says. "I do.. but they're important to me.."

"Oh my god, Eddie.. you are unbelievable. A grownass man pouting about his *figures* and saying they're important to him."

He paused for a moment and looked at Eddie with a face of concern.

"Why are they important to you, Eddie? What do they mean to you?"

"Sentimental worth"

"They *do*?.. alright, I'll spare you. Just no more buying them after we have a baby, alright? You've got more important things to spend money on."

He sighed and ruffled Eddie's hair.

"You're ridiculous." You pouted once more and said, "And you're acting stupidly"

"And you're acting like a little child."

He chuckled.

"A cute little child."

He paused and looked at Eddie, grinning widely.

"Do.. do you want me to spank you for being a bratty and silly child..~?" You got flistered immediately, cheeks bright red. "N.. no"

"Awww.. but I already have the punishment paddle out, Eddie~"

He couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm just messing with you. I wouldn't spank you.. I want you to know that."

He laughed once more as he looked at Eddie, who had red cheeks and a flustered expression. "You can't just say that! You scared me.. I'm scarred for life now-" you joked and couldn't really hold the laugh back as you spoke about being scarred for the rest of your life. Steve laughed along with Eddie and put a comforting hand on Eddie's back.

"You're going to be scarred for life.. oh, my god. What a tragedy! What a tragedy! My poor, poor Eddie is scarred for life! Oh no! What shall I ever do?!"

His voice was dripping with sarcasm and annoyance but all he could think about was Eddie and the fact that he loved him so, so much. "Sarcastic idiot.." you muttered quietly. "Shut up-"

He said in a playful manner.

"You know you love it-"

He looked back at Eddie with a smirk and then suddenly became a tiny bit anxious.

"Eddie.. do you.. do you- what about us.. in the future..?"

His question was cut short. He was nervous. Would he ask Eddie about this? Yes. He needed to ask Eddie about this.

"Will.. we still be.. together.. when we have our baby..?"

"What? Of course! I'm not letting you be a single dad!" He let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god... you know.. I'm scared of losing you, Eddie. You understand, right..?"

He looked up at Eddie and smiled nervously, his eyes widening when he talked about Eddie leaving him.

"I'm scared you'll leave me one day. You'll realize you can do better and.. and you'll leave me.. for someone.. for someone else. Are you going to leave me, Eddie..?"

"I can do better?! I'm literally the whole towns freak and weird cult leader! I'm lucky I pulled your ass!"

"I know.. I just.. I'm afraid you'll.. you'll get bored of me like.. like.. your other boyfriend.. Jonathan"

He looked away from Eddie, his eyes shifting to the side as he waited for Eddie's reaction.

"I know you loved him.. and.. and I'm scared that you'll forget me for someone else and it'll happen all over again. I'm scared you'll get bored of me.. bored of our love.." You turned over again and hugged him tightly. "I'll never stop loving you.. oh.. baby, no.." Steve froze for a moment as Eddie hugged him and told him he'd never stop loving him.

"You won't? You really won't..?"

His eyes widened and he looked at Eddie, his lips slightly parted and hope in his eyes.

Was Eddie being truthful? Was Eddie really going to love Steve forever like this? Was Eddie going to stay by Steve's side and build a life with him, the two of them having each other and a young family?

If Eddie said yes, Steve would be the happiest man alive.

CLIFFHANGER BECAUSE IM LAZY

@reidsbtch

[countrymusiclover]

100 - Not Little Girls Anymore

Part 101

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Stomping around in the woods I clutched my hands into fists at my sides feeling anger boiling in my body. The wind blew my hair in my face before I just lost it. Throwing my hands out in front of me breaking the bark off trees into tiny pieces that were almost too small to see. “Universa ruina I tenebras ra damis infinitum..dissulta.”

Raising my hands up again the trees smashed again and the wind began picking up. Gripping my hair tightly in my fingers I heard someone coming up to me where I spun on my feet showing my fangs at whoever it was. “Get the hell out of here unless you’re looking for a fight!”

“Raelyn, Woah hey don’t bite my head off. It’s just me.” The figure stepped out from behind one of the trees that I had destroyed where I saw Cami with her hands raised in the air.

The veins underneath my eyes slowly went away when I slumped my shoulders calming down at the sight of her. “Cami, what are you doing out here?” She had moved back here about two years ago so she could work at one of the bars here like she did when she was human.

“Freya called me and told me that you’re brother, Hayley and Andrea are missing. If you want me to help track them I can. But I am also here and I can provide some booze and an ear for listening.” She claps her hands together with a weak smile.

Blinking through some tears I pushed my hands inside the pocket of my jacket. “I’d say booze after I get to rip whoever took my brother from me!…..but right now I…I need a hug. Jacob and I have never been apart like this since he came back from the dead.”

“Come here, Rae.” Cami opens her arms for me where I collapsed against her, beginning to sob in terror that someone might hurt them. “Hey ever since I have met you and your brother even when he was just a siphon witch there is nothing that stopped him from fighting back.”

Holding tightly onto her shirt in my fingers I croaked through some more tears. “I just don’t want to lose him, Cami. He’s…he’s still my brother…my twin brother.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me ever. I would give anything to have my own twin brother back in my life. All you should know is that I am here for you always.” She broke the hug holding my forearms seeing that some tears were falling down my face.

Sucking in a breath I felt my phone go off when I read a text from Freya that said people were gathering at the compound asking about Henry the newly turned hybrid. “Thanks Cami…oh Freya says there’s trouble at the compound. Someone wants Henry out of town.” She grasped my hand in mine and we vamped into the main entrance of the compound where I saw Vincent where I immediately got angry again.

“Raelyn Mikaelson, I thought we had an understanding about you and your children staying in this city. And now I have to deal with one of them making a hybrid. I’ll throw you out of-“

Raising my hand I shut him up with a silent spell stomping up to the witch who thought he could do anything to me. “Silencio, at first I thought you were helping us but you’re not. The truth is now that I look at you, you really just wanted them gone. You wanted my family torn apart!”

“Of course I did. This city was in danger and now it isn’t because I put the Hollow into the Mikaelson’s. You asked for my help to save your daughters and your niece so that is what I have done.” He somehow undid the spell I had used throwing me against the wall where I growled about to charge at him.

Cami vamped in between Vincent and I before I could hurt him. “Wait, wait, wait. Just stop for a second here. Okay Raelyn just wants her family back together. Can’t we find a way to bring them back and not destroy the city?”

“Cami, you can’t be serious now. When you were human Klaus compelled you without a thought, you nearly died multiple times. And then you became a vampire after Klaus’s ex forced Raelyn to turn you. So I don’t understand what makes you still be friends with this family. They only care about the ones who they share blood with!” Vincent raised his hands up in the air rolling his eyes at the former human.

Pushing around Cami I grabbed his shoulders about to throw him until I saw Jackson and a wolf from Hayley’s pack coming into the compound. “Now isn’t a good time Jackson!”

“I’m not here for my mother’s request. The wolves have been saying they want the Mikaelson’s back in this city. Lisina, tell her.” Jackson put a hand on the black woman.

She stepped forward giving me a half smile. “Hayley convinced us all that you were a good person before you gave us your blood to become hybrids. And we have been told about this wedding between your daughter and Jackson. So we will fight to make that happen. Because you made our suffering stop every full moon.”

“Thank you, Lisina. I appreciate the support.” Taking her hands in mine I smiled back until I saw some rain outside turning red like blood which couldn’t be good. “Uh, there’s something I have to take care of first. So you all should go home before the storm comes in.”

“You told him to come back, didn't you? Oh there’s gonna be trouble people.” Vincent began running out of the compound in a panic.

Vamping upstairs into the alcohol parlor I covered my mouth with my hands instantly crying happy tears by who was standing in front of me. “Oh my gosh, Nik!” He smiled in my direction with his hands in the pockets of his jacket leaning against the wall.

“Hello Raelyn.” He smirked through some tears of his own before he vamped forward and I did the same until we met in the middle. Jumping up I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around my back where his blue eyes focused on mine and didn’t break away ever. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming right now. That you really are here after all this time.” I shuttered almost not believing that I could physically feel him underneath my fingers.

“You’re not dreaming, Rae. I’m here….I’m right here and I am not going anywhere until we reunite our family.” He rested his forehead against mine where our breathing picked up. I gripped his jacket in my nails leaning forward finally kissing him after five years.

My heart races even though it no longer has to beat to keep me alive. My hands go around his neck as he pulls my face closer to his, his lips inches from mine. "I tried to forget the desires but I can't Nik. I can’t live my immortal life without you. You are my life, Klaus always and forever." I brush my hand through his hair before he vamped my back against the wall trapping me there.

I part my lips nodding my head slowly before his lips gently leave kisses on my neck. I gripped his hair in my hands moaning when he hit my sweet spot. And he moved his hands upward cupping my face in his hands kissing me deeply. “You are my life too, Raelyn. I have spent a thousand years on this earth but these five years without you has been the worst torture of my existence.”

“Vincent ruined us…he ruined our family that we had. And I….I want to make him pay. I -“ I cut myself short sniffling through tears until I moved my hands over his shoulders removing his jacket and tossing it across the room.

My arms moved to the hair on the back of his neck shuttering out a shaky breath feeling so much desire built up inside me wanting to come out. Nik moved his hands and started to remove my jacket, crashing his lips to mine like kissing me was what kept him alive. Once my jacket is gone he starts kissing me harder again, my hands gripping his locks seconds before we heard footsteps coming up the stairs causing us to separate partly from one another.

“Dad!” Missy hollered with Hope and Alina coming in seconds after in utter shock.

Klaus slowly moved away from me stomping up to our daughters. “Do you have any idea what you've done?”

“What are you talking about?” I raised a brow at him, shifting my gaze to our girls seeing that the anti magic bracelet I had put on them had been removed somehow even though I was confident that they couldn’t remove them. “What did you all do to get the bracelets off?”

Alina stepped forward clutching her hands into fists at her sides. “We found someone who could touch the bracelet and snap them. Jackson did it without a second thought because he actually cares about me mom.”

“I’m going to kill Jackson!” Klaus threatened under his breath until I sent him a glare knowing that he wanted to but then Mary would want war against our family.

Hope finally spoke up sitting down on the couch hitting her hands on her knees. “We knew it would take something big to bring you home.”

“So you had your little hybrid friend attack your cousin and her parents?” He scolded his first born daughter.

Hope rolled her eyes thinking that their plan was perfectly fine. “Henry just did the heavy lifting. And "attack" is a really strong word. They’re fine. In a really nice coffin, sleeping. Mom cloaked her in a sleeping spell for five years until I wrote a better one myself.”

Her father threw his head back grumbling. “Oh, well, in that case, I've never been prouder. Where are they!”

“You're just gonna go disappear again if we tell you ... .and then mom will cut our communication with you all together like she did for almost two years until we did something about it.” Alina snarled, crossing her arms over her chest glaring at me.

Nik ran a hand over his face seeing some flowers by the window that had bloomed were now dead. “Alina, you are in danger when we're in proximity. I know you feel that. The dark magic inside us manifests itself in ugly ways. We could be putting others in danger, too. The whole city.”

“I don't care! You’re our father and we deserve to have you in our lives no matter what it takes.” Alina stomps up to him glaring up at him with her head tilting upright slightly.

He flashed his werewolf eyes at his second daughter. “This is not a debate, Alina!”

“Dad, we missed you. And while you have been gone all mom has done is keep secrets from us. Alina is supposed to marry Jackson and leave….she wants to split us up!” Missy starts crying, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

Shaking my head at them I spun on my feet gripping my locks in my fingers. “I had a hard enough time grounding you all before. And if your were anyone else who kidnapped my brother I would tear you in half. But I can’t do that because you're my kids ... .our children and yet I need to spill blood!” The vampire veins and fangs appeared when I whipped my head around towards our daughters.

“You are making it harder for me to not trap you in our room for the next few days and make love to you over and over again.” Klaus smirked at me with a small crooked smile, slumping his shoulders and running a hand through his hair. “The little girls I knew would never have dreamed up a scheme like this.”

Hope got to her feet, throwing her hands upwards. “Well, sorry to disappoint you. But that little girl hadn't read your memoirs. You compelled Cami O'Connell to write your story. About a guy who used to put his family members in coffins and use them as leverage.”

“So you've studied my old tricks. Did you learn this one?” He bent his head down slightly smirking before he was standing in front of Hope and he grabbed her head seeing the three coffins inside the attic of the old church. “She's at St. Anne's.”

Hope shoved him away from her sniffing through angry tears. “Get out of my head!”

“You could die. Just by standing here, I could be destroying you. I'll ask your mother to take it easy on you. Okay? Good-bye, girls.” Klaus threw his hands out in front of him. He glanced from me and back to his daughters with some tears.

“We know some tricks too, daddy.” Missy raised her hand shutting the door in his face before he could vamp away. Grabbing my husband's hand I dragged him out of the room and into ours, locking the door behind us knowing we needed to talk things through. Because a Mikaelson reunion was never easy.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[cicimunson]

Blood and Roses Part 2

Chapter Summary: You all deal with the aftermath of Eddie’s return.

(Series Summary, Pairings and Characters listed on Part 1.)

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Eddie drinking animal blood, tons of angst, Dustin and Reader crying, Steve is a bit of an asshole.

Part 1 3

Eddie is slumped in the chair with his eyes closed. You aren’t sure if he’s sleeping.

Do vampires even sleep?

Steve stands behind you, clutching his bat.

“I’m gonna repeat again that I think this was a bad idea.”

“It’s the only way to know for sure if we can be safe around him.”

Eddie’s head lifts up and he smirks at you. His eyes are bright red again.

“Good morning, Y/N. You look delicious.”

“Considering you almost took a chunk out of my neck last night, I’ll take your word for it.”

He smiles, revealing his long white fangs. 

You slowly approach him. “I have blood for you.” You had sent Nancy to the butcher shop and spent most of the morning squeezing blood out of steaks.

“I’ll bet you do. I can hear your heart pounding.”

You stick the glass of blood under his nose and his eyes almost glow. He wraps his lips around the straw and sucks it down greedily.

Color slowly comes back to his cheeks. His eyes fade to their normal caramel color.

You sigh with relief. So Dustin was right. If we keep him fed, he’s himself.

Steve lays a hand on your shoulder. “All this proves is he looks normal when he’s fed, or whatever.”

“It means he’s himself when he’s not hungry. If we just keep him fed-”

“We don’t know that.” Steve protests.

“I’m fine.” Eddie mumbles.

“We aren’t taking the chance.”

“We all agreed last night!”

“You’re letting your feelings for him cloud your judgment!”

You flush.

Eddie looks confused. “What’s he talking about, Y/N?”

“Nothing. It’s fine. When the others wake up we’re gonna discuss this further.”

“I’m not changing my mind.” Steve snaps.

“It’s not just your choice.”

“It is when I’m the only one thinking straight!”

“Enough!” Eddie snaps. “Y/N, drop it. If nobody trusts me, leave me strapped to the damn chair. I’m tired of hearing everyone argue about it.”

“For how long? We just keep you tied up forever?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I mean it, Y/N. Enough.”

You stomp off, ready to knock both their heads together.

Steve frowns. “Goddamnit.”

“You really know how to press her buttons.”

“I’m just trying to keep everyone safe and she can’t see past her own damn feelings.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that. What are you talking about?”

Steve hesitates. “She’s been a mess since you…uh, died, or whatever. She and Dustin would go over to your trailer and like, sit in your room and cry and stuff. She lost weight. She got quiet.”

“I never meant to hurt her. Or him. I was just trying to buy you guys more time.”

“Eddie, you can spin that bullshit tale to Y/N and Dustin if you want, but you and I both know the truth. You didn’t want to come back and face what was waiting for you in Hawkins.”

Eddie winces.

“I don’t mean to be rude or cold man, but you have no idea the hell you put those two through. I was scared to leave her alone sometimes. I thought she might try something stupid.”

“I didn’t know she cared so much.”

“Oh, come on, man, you knew. It was just another thing you were afraid of so you didn’t deal with it.”

“You really think the worst of me, don’t you?”

“It’s not about what I think of you. It’s about protecting Y/N.”

“You keep talking about her feelings for me, does she know about your feelings for her?”

Steve falls silent.

“Seems I’m not the only one afraid of something.”

You come back into the room and offer Eddie more blood. He drinks it greedily, mumbling a thank you.

You sit on the floor beside his chair and lay your head on his knee.

He smiles. “Sweet Y/N. You really missed me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I did.”

“I’m sorry that you and Dustin took it so hard. I’m glad you had each other to lean on.”

“I wish I’d been stronger for him. I wanted to help him but I was kind of falling apart myself. I couldn’t pull myself out, much less him.”

“You would have eventually, Y/N. You’re strong. You would have been fine.”

“I don’t know.”

“I do.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re back now. That’s what’s important.”

“I’m sorry, you know. For dying.”

“You were buying us more time. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Y/N-”

“Enough. Like I said, you’re back now. The past few weeks don’t matter.”

Both of you knew that you were lying. The grief you and Dustin had felt, it was traumatizing. It wasn’t something that just magically resolved itself.

As if to prove your point, when you checked on Dustin a few minutes later he was sitting on the bathroom floor in tears. You drop down on the floor beside him and lay your hand on his arm.

“I don’t know why I’m still so sad. He’s alive, mostly.”

“You can’t just shut it off, is all. It’s gonna be okay.”

“We left him there. It was unforgivable.”

“We had no choice. He knows that, Dustin. He’s not angry.”

“Of course he isn’t. He’ll forgive us even when we don’t deserve it.”

“Dustin-”

“And keeping him strapped to that chair like he’s a fucking monster-”

“He attacked us. We have to make sure it’s safe. Come on Dustin, you’re the smart one here. You’re letting your feelings override your logic. I know this is hard. I know he’s like a brother to you. But what’s done is done and we can’t change it. All we can do is help him now.”

You hug him tightly.

He squeezes you back. “I just want him to know that we loved him. That his death meant something.”

“So tell him. Talk to him. You know he’ll listen.”

“Yeah.” Dustin sniffles.

“I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

Dustin heads into the garage and you head for the kitchen.

Robin and Nancy are talking in hushed tones. They go silent when you walk into the room.

Robin looks up at you anxiously. “How you holding up?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“Steve told me about your late night trips to Eddie’s trailer with Dustin. I wish you would have talked to us, to me.”

“I didn’t want to make anyone else feel bad. It seemed like you all moved on fast enough.”

“Y/N, that’s not fair. We barely knew Eddie and-”

“And yet he still died for you! That should count for something!”

Nancy reaches for your hand. “Of course it does, Y/N. But you can’t be mad that we didn’t grieve him as hard as you and Dustin did. They’re like family. And you…” She trails off.

“I what, Nancy?”

She and Robin exchange a glance.

“I what, Nancy?”

“You were in love with him.” She says softly.

“No. I wasn’t.”

The three of you knew you were lying. That’s why you had taken his death so hard. You had been head over heels for him and never got the chance to speak up. You had told yourself that if the two of you made it out of the battle with Vecna alive, you would finally confess your feelings. But you hadn’t had the chance. And now you still couldn’t tell him because everything was so complicated.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Nancy apologizes, looking contrite.

“You didn’t.”

Robin frowns. “We know you’re going through a hard time, Y/N. We’re here for you.”

You want to snap at her, to tell her you’d been going through a hard time for weeks and no one had noticed, but you force yourself to nod. “Yeah, thanks.”

Steve comes into the kitchen.

“Dustin asked for a private moment with Eddie. Mike is standing outside the door in case anything happens.”

“I gotta get him more blood.”

“I’ll ride with you.” Steve offers.

“No, you should be here. You’re the muscle of the group.” You remind him. “And I really need some time to myself.”

“No way you’re going alone with all the looting and stuff.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Steve looks worried but doesn’t argue with you.

You grab your keys and get in your car. Finally away from everyone, you give into the urge to cry that you’d been fighting against. You sob and wail and hit your steering wheel.

You should be happy Eddie is back. Ecstatic, even. You can’t help but feel like he’s still gone. This new version of him isn’t the Eddie you knew. Your Eddie is still in there, but there’s a darkness within him too now and you know that Eddie is battling it.

You can only pray he’ll win.

[slasher-male-wife]

The Lost boys meeting their future male s/o

I had a thought about this while trying to work out another idea but I liked this one better, also my vampire brain rot won me over. Anyway here's a silly little thing about my silly little boys. I know a lot of this diolauge is awkward and cringe but I don't know how to talk to people so this is the best I can do. Also it does end weirdly but I did the best I could.

Warnings: Strong language

Paul

You're looking at crates of records and cassette tapes on the board walk again like you do every Friday after work, looking at all the new shipments and trying to find something good. You've got Strawberry Switchblade's self titled album on tape in your hand at the moment while you look through records. Paul's been watching you for the past few weeks, noticing your habit and waiting for the right moment to go up and talk to you. He sees the tape in you hand as one he's looked over before. An idea soon brews and he makes his way over to you. "Hey you've got pretty good taste." He says looking at the tape in your hand. You glance over at him with a smile.

"You like Strawberry Switchblade?" You ask raising an eyebrow.

"I sure do, favorite Australian band out there." You look back over at him, realizing he actually knows the band and isn't just lying.

"Well I mean it makes sense. If you were a brunette and a woman you'd look just like them."

"I'm taking that as a compliment. I know pretty boys love big hair." You smile widens and so does his.

"Are you calling me a pretty boy?"

"I don't know, are you into boys?" You look around and nod, "I'm Paul."

"I'm Y/n. So Paul did you come over here to talk music all night or do you just want to sleep with me?" He puts a hand on his chest and pretends to be offended by this.

"Maybe I just wanted to get your number? Maybe I wanted to hang out with a pretty boy tonight ever think about that?"

"Maybe I will hang out with you, if you're fun enough."

"Don't worry doll, I'm very fun."

Marco

Marco's back at the video store again to look at the horror movies when he finds a small fight between you and another boy. "It's implied that sex gets you killed, not just pre-marital sex." You explain.

"Then how come you only see people who aren't married having sex and getting killed for it?" He retorts. You scoff.

"If you've seen chopping mall like you said you have it's clear that the married couple along with the other teens had sex and died. The only two to survive being the only ones who didn't have sex on screen." You gesture to the boy with you hand that's holding 'The prowler' by Joe Zeto. Marco smiles and makes his way closer.

"He's right you know. Sex in general gets you killed, not just pre-marital sex," The other boy scoffs and walks away, you turn and meet Marco's doe eyed gauze, " I can see you've got good taste in movies." He says looking down at your vhs.

"I can tell you do too. You look pretty cool. Like one of those rockers from return of the living dead. Shitty movie but still."

"Hey I don't mind, a compliments a compliment. Especially from a pretty boy like you," You eyes and smile widens. A sudden wave of surprise and joy washes over you, "I'm Marco."

"I'm Y/n. You've got a pretty name too. You know I've been meaning to watch this new movie I found called blood rage. I had a date but he bailed on me. Maybe some night we can go to the movies and watch it together."

"I'd like that pretty boy. I'd like that a lot."

Dwayne

You're walking around the boardwalk when you spot a small kid looking around confused and lost. You quickly made you way over to him and get on his level. "Hey there buddy are you ok?" You ask and he shakes his head.

"I lost Dwayne."

"Hey hey it's alright I'll help you find him. What's your name?"

"Laddie." He says with a sniffle.

"Well Laddie I promise to help you find Dwayne and you'll be back home with him soon. What does he look like?"

"He's tall and his hair is black and long and he has a motor bike." You nod and suck in a breath.

"Ok ok, how about I go get you some ice cream while we look for him?" He nods and you grab his hand. You lead him around keeping an eye out for Dwayne, whoever he is. You get him some ice cream and stop at a bench near by trying to come up with some kind of plan to return this kid to his brother? baby sitter? Whoever was watching him. Dwayne while making his way over saw how you were comforting Laddie. As he got a better look at you he got a feeling in his gut. A feeling that he can't let you go. He finally reaches the bench and Laddie gets up, running over to him. "I assume you're Dwayne?" You ask standing up.

"I am yeah. Thank you for watching him I got really worried when I lost him. What's your name?"

"I'm Y/n."

"Well Y/n I feel like I should return the favor to you. A pretty boy who does something nice deserves a treat." You chuckle and smile at the pet name.

"Well Dwayne what did you have in mind?"

David

You've been walking around the board walk all night. David started to follow you around about ten minutes ago, when you duck into a more secluded area and he follows you, you turn around to confront him. "Can I help you? Are you lost or something?" Your tone is harsh and Davids caught a bit off guard. He gets a good look at your face in the soft light. A smile makes a way onto his face.

"Hey calm down I just wanted to talk." He puts his hands up in a mock defense.

"Alright then you could have come up sooner. Maybe you could have also been less creepy."

"Well how can I make it up to a pretty boy like you?" He asks. You hum and think for a moment.

"Maybe you should tell this pretty boy your name before you try to flirt with him."

"Well I'm David." He holds out a leather clad hand.

"I'm Y/n," You take his hand and shake it, "Well David what did you have in mind for this pretty boy now that you know who he is?"

"How about I get you something to eat, then maybe I can show you an interesting sight." A small smile starts to grow.

"Alright David, lets see if you can impress this pretty boy."

[ladydisastah]

A heartwarming reunion

Tw: Saucy spicy Chapter, and I mean ghost pepper sauce not mild curry spicy. Anyway also this is my first time writing a lemon so I'm sorry if this sucks ass. Also if you want a 1st person POV then just mention it in the request.

Bon Appétit and Enjoy. ❤

Narrative POV

8 year old flashback (you're fifteen)

You vomited as you received a punch in the stomach just after lunch.

Yep. You're being bullied.

You hunched over and fell to your knees but putting your hands on the floor to catch yourself. You were shaking and tears dripping in your half digested bulgogi.

-Pfft, look at you. You're pathetic and weak (okay sindel) I can't believe I'm wasting my time on you. But... Seeing you miserable like this DOES bring me enjoyment. Anyway bring me cola when your finished washing your ugly face.

What does he mean washing-. Oh dear god he pushed your head into your... You know...

You didn't feel like fighting back. Because he's right. You are weak. You didn't feel like doing anything at the moment so you just lied on your side eyes blank of emotion.

Then... this boy came over you. He had short hair black hair and blue eyes. He stretched his hand towards you, waiting for you to grab it.

Your Mom always told you that if someone was nice to you, it probably meant that they want something from you. But in that moment you didn't feel like remembering her piece of advice because you looked miserable and just a little bit of kindness would have the warmest welcome from you.

You hesistantly took his hand as he helped you get up and be in a... Less miserable state. He helped you get over the water fountain and wash your face, without that puke that blurred your eyes you say his face.

He was handsome. Your face heated up as you felt embarrassed for him to see you in this state.

-Hey... Are you feeling okay now?

-Uhm... Yes, thank you very much.

-I'm glad to hear that! My name's Yohan

-My name is (Y/N).

End of 9 year old flashback.

Start of 5 year old flashback.

You came limping to Yohan as you were covered in bruises and beaten up. Your cheeks started to swell you had a broken nose. Most injuries were towards you face. Everyone saw you like this. But no one bothered to help. Man, the passersby effect is real.

You spotted Yohan among the people in the Market. He was chatting with what seems to be a family they all had brown hair and eyes. They were happy. If only it could be like that for you at home. Drained in those thoughts you didn't notice the family rushing over to help you. The mother held you cheek and made you look at her you flinched at the sharp pain you received, they let you in the house and that was the day you encountered Hayan Park. They were very nice. When you sat on the chair while the mother tended to your wounds.

-Who did it?

-You know who did it.

Yohan just clenched his fists. He loved you. Very much but he was weak. How could he protect you if he was weak?

-I'll do something to help! You'll see!

You smiled at his words and gave him a hug while stroking his hair.

-I'm sure you will.

Some weeks later...

Your bullies stopped coming to school in a snap of fingers. Yohan was right after all. When you saw him today he was more confident and had more self-esteem. Today he did the ultimate move and kissed you, not on the cheek or the forehead, but on this lips. Your face was hotter than ever as he bid you goodbye.

•°•End of 5 years old flashback•°•

And that was the last time you saw him. You were coming back late from work as a waitress. You're way over the curfew and you're walking-running towards your appartement in heels. (curse these shoes) you successfully made it to there and you were fiddling with your keys hoping that no one could see you. Before you know it you're tackled down to ground as you oof as if you were a roblox avatar that died. You looked in the eyes of your assailant and you saw red eyes and fangs, it could only mean one thing:

She was a Vampire.

Running or fighting back would be useless knowing that she would easily overpower you. So you clenched your eyes shut and accepted your fate. You then heard a crunching sound and felt  warm blood on your face a clothes. You opened your eyes and saw a tall figure who called your name. You were too much in shock to bother  recognizing them. You fainted after that.

•°•In the early morning•°•

When you woke up you felt... different you looked at your hands and you had sharp nails. When you got up you bit your tongue and it started bleeding but stopped seconds after. This isn't normal at all. You rushed to your bathroom to check your mirror and saw what you became: You had red eyes and sharp canines. You became of vampire. How did this happen?

You slowly walked to the living to see a person you knew well. Sensing that you were there he closed the book he was reading and looked at you. He opened his arms for a hug and braced himself for impact. You ran and hugged him back hooking your legs around his waist. You started remembering all this times you spent together you started tearing up.

-I-I suppose this is the part where you say you missed me and why you suddenly disappeared?

-I'll explain that later

-... Yeah everything feels good right now.

He set you down on the ground. When you had both feet grounded you punched him in the chest with all your might. And since you became a vampire it made him stumble a bit, he's GOD you know? He just cupped your face and made you look at him. You had a sad expression as if you wanted to say "Please don't leave me". He didn't say anything and just kissed you.

Yeah so if you're minor(tbh I don't care if you aren't just don't say your age please) or simply don't like sexual content please scroll further. Thank you~

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After a moment he put in some tongue action in the kiss. The last time you kissed him it was just plain simple. And you didn't really kiss anyone else after that. So you went with the flow and simply tried to mimick his actions. You then hooked your arms around this neck and he caressed your hips before undoing the buttons of your shirt. He pulled away as a thin string of saliva connected both of your tongues. He then took your hand and took you to your room where you had a Japanese styled futon. He gently layed you down before straddling your hips (Don't worry he didn't full on sit on it) he undid the buttons of his shirt and thew it to the side. He pulled away and then took off your skirt. He was going to pull on your panties.

-Wait!

-What's wrong do you want me to stop?

-No, it's just... It's been a while since I didn't trim and it's a mess down there...

-It's okay.

You looked away as you felt your underwear slip. You clenched your eyes shut as your heard some clothes shuffling which you could guess means that he took the rest of his clothes. He then inserted his finger in your most intimate part, surprisingly it didn't hurt. It just felt weird.

But then he started trusting them in and out and that's when it started to feel REAL good. So good that you felt the need to express the pleasure it was harboring and started to moan. At this point you didn't really care about what was happening, you just don't wanted him to stop. Unfortunately he did. You opened your eyes and was going to tell him to continue, but you saw that he was spreading your legs he positioned himself between then to settled your legs on his thighs before aiming his rod towards your private. In a sharp thrust he was in you and you forgot to breathe for a moment.

He started to take deep breaths and asked if you were ok to which you responded yes. He thrusted in and out. Slowly before progressively picking up the pace. At one moment he drilling into you like a jackhammer and the whole room was shaking- well, that's how it felt to you. You couldn't stop moaning and he made some grunts here and there. After some minutes or hours you both came to your climax. You both went at it the rest of the day like rabbits.

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Okay it's safe to read

You were both exhausted as Yohan was lying between your legs and his head was on your clothed chest, you were sitting against the wall and were gently combing his hair. 

-You've got all night to explain why you disappeared and how and why you turned me into a vampire.

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Small Extra!

Detective and Hayan asked for Yohan Seo to a woman who was kneeling on the floor playing with a cat. (Or a dog if you're a dog person). 

-Oh you're asking for Yohan? He's my husband, he went for grocery shopping and should come back at any minute.

This sucks, I know it and I'm sorry feel free to request. Have a nice day, be nice to the other kids and try not to do bad choices.

With Love, your author

[monsterwithasweater]

Monster Replays the Truthful Route: Part 4

Sorry for the delay, folks!

Warning: You know the deal. Digimon Survive spoilers under the cut.

While working on this part, the draft accidentally got deleted. So, I'm only gonna give a few of my thoughts on the beginning part, then skip right to the exploration part of the amusement park.

I think this game really hits us with the fact that the villains are not indispensable. As Piedmon says, if Arukenimon fails, there is sure to be another one to take her place. And if Piedmon doesn't already convince you in Part 4, just wait until he brutally murders her in Part 7.

Takuma and co. are understandably scared. Sure, Ryo might have survived, but are they really sure they can survive next time? Can they ever get out of this world. If so, can they get out of this world alive? We all know they do because this is the Truthful route, and nobody dies in the Truthful route, but at this point of the story, the Survive gang isn't so sure.

Takuma: Kaito, we have to stick together! You can't go off on your own!

Kaito: stfu

Dracmon: I agree with Takuma!

Kaito: Hmmm, if my little vampire gremlin agrees with you, then you must have a point.

Well, unless you choose the bad ending.

Kunemon (≧◡≦)

Finding Miu!

I really enjoy Ryo's dynamic with Minoru.

Patamon, Palmon, and Biyomon are so stupid! I love them!

BREAKING NEWS: Angry Mean Big Human Beats Up Guards!

The Queen: "Oh, brother. I've never been so embarrassed!"

Okay, that's all I'm gonna bother remembering. Let's get back to Finding Miu!

Dracmon: GRROOOAAARRR! I'm gonna eat you!

Falcomon: All of you... prepare to die!

I love Ryo's speech to Kunemon before he evolves to Flymon, so I'm just gonna share the screenshots of it (warning for poor quality, though).

While making this post, my phone died A-FUCKING-GAIN, so I lost a good chunk of it. Then, while trying to remember what the hell I typed down, I accidentally closed out of Tumblr. So if there are any weird skips, I apologize.

Kaito: I'm... I'm all she has. So I have to look out for her.

After playing the Harmony route, this line especially hits hard.

Something I just noticed: All of the servants names start with P (yeah, I know that in English it's Biyomon with a B, but they're also called Piyomon in Japan, so...).

Minoru: I'm saying if we stand around here talking for too long those pesky little things will-

Palmon: Looking for us?

They're in the four-shadow! Like the one they were talking about earlier!

OMGZORZ, can you believe that they made Goth TK an actual, CANON character in Digimon Survive?

A touching reunion, indeed. *wipes tear from eye*

If I'm being honest, I'd also be annoyed if my older brother crashed my throne room.

She looks so annoyed XD

Of course it's Ryo that says this.

Makes sense, given how MarineAngemon helped carry my first few playthroughs.

Kaito: I just worry about her, that's all.

Saki: Well, sometimes it can feel suffocating being on the other side of that.

This honestly makes me wonder about Saki's family. From what I can tell from her Prologue story, her parents (or at least her mother) seem to be massive worrywarts. Though given Saki's illness, it's understandable.

KAITO YOU IDIOT, STOP PUNCHING THE WALL!

It's the Old 'Mon himself!

I can understand why Minoru and Shuuji are suspicious of Jijimon. After all, the last time they found an adult they thought they could trust, she turned out to be a weird spider lady that wanted to sacrifice them.

But seriously, Jijimon is a sweetheart. <3

Ryo: This sucks. These guys are such bad news. I can't believe we're taking them on again.

Kunemon...

Ryo: Yeah, I know.

Ryo: I don't want Miu to have to go through what I experienced yesterday.

Kunemon: Kew!

Ryo: Heh! Yeah... you're right. We've just gotta do this!

Shuuji's affinity dialogue rubs me the wrong way. Though I guess that's because of the localization.

Okay, I'm just gonna say it here and now: Miu's more of a Digimon Kaiser-equivelent than the hypothetical Ken-equivelent ever will be.

Kaito, did you seriously punch GARURUMON!?

I love the pre-Shellmon scene as well. Unfortunately, I hit the photo limit, so I'm gonna have to copy the dialogue from scratch.

Miu: Oh no! Kaito!

Syakomon: So, you ARE worried about what happens to him?

Miu: Of course I am! He's my brother!

Miu: I just don't like him being overprotective, and I hate how he never gives me any space.

Miu: When he gets like that, it reminds me of... things I really don't want to remember.

Syakomon: And that's why you were so mean to him?

Miu: Yeah, but he's still my brother.

Miu: Only after I can't do anything...

[Insert Patamon and Biyomon getting their asses kicked by Garurumon here]

Miu: Oh no! They're all hurt again!

Miu: Syakomon, tell me, what should I do?

Miu: They're all fighting for me like I'm really their queen, but...

Miu: I haven't done anything for them!

Syakomon: Miu... what do you want to do?

Miu: I... I don't want to let anyone... To let my brother die...

Miu: I don't want to lose everyone after lying to them, or my brother after fighting with him!

Miu: I want to protect everyone else for a change!

Miu: Syakomon, please! Save Kaito!

Syakomon: Oh, I'm so happy you said that! Finally, you were able to be honest with how you feel.

Miu: Syakomon!?

Syakomon: I've been waiting this whole time for you to be honest with me.

Syakomon: Because when you wish for something with your whole heart, I can be as strong as you need!

Miu: What!? Syakomon, what's happening!?

Syakomon: Miu, I'm here to make your wishes come true! So for your sake, I'll grow strong!

Syakomon, evolve tooo...!

[Insert evolution into Shellmon here]

Easily one of my favorite scenes in the whole game.

Anyways, I evolved her straight to Azulongmon and oneshotted Garurumon.

I love the music that plays when the Survive gang learn that there's a way to go back to the Human World via the boundary.

Jijimon: Many times I have witnessed the strong bond between my friend and their human child.

Jijimon: Though it was long ago, and my memories have fades. Yet had that child been sacrificed...

Jijimon: My friend would not have fared well. Those who share such strong bonds share the same fate.

Jijimon: Yet my friend still lives. This in itself is proof that the child is alive somewhere.

The scene between Takuma, Agumon, Kaito and Dracmon is really sweet.

Dracmon: What's this? Kaito being open and honest about how he feels for once? No way!

Pffft XD

And that concludes Part 4. For how much of a pain in the ass this post was to make, I still really enjoyed this part (though that might be because it focuses on two of my favorite characters, Ryo and Miu). Miu learned her lesson, and boy, I sure learned mine...

[not-me-haha]

If only.... -yjw

TENTH CHAPTER : The story of Esmeralda

"Ay don't, Jungwon stop!" You yelled at him as he splashed water from the river at you. You had spent the entire day with him now and you had enjoyed every single minute of it. Eating streetfood near the river, him telling you stories of his past, it was like a dream. You've never had so much fun ever since your father died. Suddenly you both sensed a bond between you too.

Jungwon on the other side had never trusted anyone as much as he trusted you. You were so easy to talk to and he felt like he could go on and on venting out his stories which he had to keep hidden from all his friends.

Now you both were soaked, with water dripping off of your school uniforms waiting for the sunlight to dry you off. You closed your eyes and raised your head towards the sun, sitting on the emerald grass. Jungwon's gaze could help but fall on you, the light sunrays fell on your face making you look even prettier. He could all of your freckles, scars and moles and he admired it so much.

There's no way, he thought. Am I in love with Y/N?

It wasnt just usual attraction that he felt. It was much more deeper. It wasnt anything like what vampires feel for humans before they inject their fangs into their skin. It was something pure.

Upon remembering something you opened your eyelids and looked at Jungwon, who looked away surprised by your sudden gaze.

"Hey, you were saying something about your great grandfather, that he fell in love with a mortal, what happened to them?"

"Oh right, it's kind of a long story so only if you're interested"

"Ofcourse, I want to hear it!"

"Well then you're going to enjoy this"

Jungwon was especially good at telling stories. Each story he told you so far has been stuck in your head. He narrated it so well and Jungwon just loved the hyped reactions you have him after hearing his stories.

And so he began with one of the most told stories in vampire history.

"My great grandfather had taken our family name to great heights. Not just in the vampire world but also in the human world. Not as if he was a good person though. He was the one who started our company where my parents work now. In each meeting, whenever a client, or a person from any other company disagreed with him or didnt team up with him he invited them over for dinner and made sure they could never leave. He was well known to be a hunter type vampire but instead of hunting for hunger he did it for anger.

One night he got home a woman named Esmeralda for dinner, well to kill her because she unleashed his wrath in some way. Esmeralda was a beautiful woman, she looked as though she was descended from some royal family. Gorgeous like a princess. But my great grandfather overlooked that fact due to his fury. While dinner went on, they got into a conversation, a chat that made my great grandfather fall for Esmeralda but not just for her beauty for her wisdom. The way she conversed, her expressions, he had fallen for her. A deep love. And so had Esmeralda she was particularly interested in what my great grandfather said and also the fact that he was considered pretty good looking. So instead of the night ending with Esmeralda's life getting sucked out of her, she ended up in great grandfather's bed.

Ever since then the two were in love, she was even familiar with the fact that great grandfather was a vampire and hence he introduced her to his vampire mates and family. But that wasnt a good idea at all. As I said Esmeralda was pretty inside out, her blood also had a scent which was the biggest weakness for vampires to keep their fangs hidden. My great grandfather being a Level 3 Grade Master was able to control his thirst but he'd often bite other mortals to quench his overpowering thirst, but for other vampires it was impossible. Mates turned into enemies. They now all wanted Esmeralda's blood. Great grandfather gave his everything trying to save his love from his beloved friends and family. Esmeralda was unaware of the fact that she was a target of bloodthirsty vampires and my great grandfather wanted to keep it that way. But one day she got to know as he killed his friend in front of her who was literally centimetres away from injecting his fangs into her soft skin. And once she found out she forgot all about her love. As if it never existed. She tried to kill my great grandfather and run away, she blamed him for ruining her life and that she didnt even love him enough for all this. He was heartbroken. The love for whom he killed multiple friends now back stabbed him, making him think that his love was one sided. For the last time he looked at Esmeralda and his wrath unleashed as he stopped, stopped sacrificing for his fake love, he stepped back as the vampires devoured her leaving only her necklace that my great grandfather had gifted her.

Oh and later he married my great grandmother who was a pure vampire, that means she was born a vampire and not bitten while she was a human, like me."

With that Jungwon ended his story and looked at you who had your mouth in an 'o' shape as though it was too much to take in.

"That was the only time a mortal and a vampire were together. Ever since then this story was kind of an reminder that if we fell in love with a mortal nothing will end well. But I guess mistakes are made" Jungwon continued and looked at you while saying the last part with eyes that communicated more than what he said.

"Woah" was all you could say as you tried to comprehend the whole story and the mainly that last bit that he said. Had Jungwon fallen in love with a mortal? You thought. Little did you know that it was you who he had fallen for.

"Jungwon!"

Jungwon looked back near the road to see Yoonjae panting.

"They're here! The Rakahs!"

Upon hearing that Jungwon got up with a shock. His expression changed so suddenly it surprised you. You got up as well trying to stay by Jungwon's side.

"Y/N, I have to go" he said taking your hand in his like he meant to say 'I dont really want to but I have to'. You nodded trying to reassure him. "Yoonjae drop her home safely, I'll go home".

Yoonjae nodded and waited as you walked over to him leaving Jungwon.

Jungwon took a deep breath and gave you a weak smile which you returned and with that he disappeared, just like that leaving you confused.

Masterlist hehe

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Blood Brothers.(part 22)

(That morning, Moondrop falls asleep and dreams about getting married to Blossom, but that dream turned into a daymare as he watched Blossom grow old and eventually die.)

Moondrop: I miss you...

(Moondrop cries in silence.)

M.B: You know it doesn't have to end with her dying and spending the rest of eternity without her...

Moondrop: You're right, I can drive this stake into my heart after she dies.

Moondrop was about to drive a stake through his chest when his bloodlust takes the stake from him.)

M.B: You know your mom and brother would be devastated if you ended your life.

Moondrop:(powerlessness) Then what am I supposed to do!?

M.B: Oh, don't play dumb, you know you can turn Blossom into a vampire!

(Moondrop stares at dream Blossoms grave and thinks about what his bloodlust is saying.)

Moondrop: You know what?

M.B: What?

Moondrop: I could...

M.B: You finally understand!

Moondrop: But, I'll only turn Blossom if she wants me to, I will not and I repeat not bite her with her permission!

M.B: Fine, but if Blossom says no and you end up outliving her, it's your fault for not taking your chance when you had the chance!

Moondrop: Fine!

(Moondrop wakes up.)

Moondrop in thought: How am I gonna ask her?

(Moondrop tries to figure how to ask her if she wants to become a vampire until he finally decided on how he'll ask.)

Moondrop in thought: (I got it, "Would you like to be together forever?")

Sundrop: What are thinking about, Moondrop?

Moondrop: Nothing, brother.

(Moondrop gets ready for his first date with Blossom.)

Sundrop in thought: (He's probably thinking about his date with Blossom.)

(Moondrop puts on a fancy, dark blue suit, and comptanplates on whether he should take off his nightcap.)

Moondrop in thought: (I should probably take off my night cap to be more formal, but I made an oath to never take it off unless I have to, I'll just keep it on.)

(Moondrop heads to the muesam, where there date is taking place, it cuts to Blossom waiting for him. Blossom is wearing a purple strapless dress.)

Blossom: I hope I look presentable.

(Blossom finishes her bag a grapes because the muesam doesn't allow food.)

Blossom: Maybe is should've eaten some carrots and walnuts to.

(It pans to Lilac and Hierophant hiding in a nearby bush, with Lilac losing her patience.)

Lilac: That's it, trying to separate Blossom and Moondrop from a distance clearly isn't working. We need to take direct action!

Hierophant: I was hoping you'd think that, now everyone!

(A vampire hunting alligator picks up Blossom.)

Blossom: Hey, what are you doing!?

Monty: We're saving you from the vampire you plan on dating.

Blossom: We're, as in there's more than one person stalking me and Moondrop!?

Hierophant: We weren't stalking you, we were trying to protect you by separating you from that monster.

Blossom: He is not a monster, put me down!

Giraffe security guard: What's going on here?

Hierophant: It's nothing, ma'am, we're just saving this opossum from becoming a vampire.

Giraffe security guard: In that case, go right ahead.

Hierophant: Thank you ma'am.

Blossom: Don't listen to them, not all vampires are blood sucking monsters!

Hierophant: She has clearly been brainwashed, we'll take her to our headquarters and fix her.

Giraffe security guard: How noble of you.

Hierophant: We're just doing our duty.

(The hunters head to their headquarters with Blossom trying to escape, they pass the Bush The Bloodmoon Elite was hiding in.)

Hierophant: (to Lilac) Now it's your turn to take action.

Lilac: Alright, Oswald.

Hierophant: (under breath) Even during our temporary alliance she still likes calling me Oswald to piss me off.

(The end of part 22)

[xsadcorebenji]

i get sad and lonely often,

but it’s hard to access the emotions of self-hatred,

and it’s hard for me to care as much whenever anything bad happens anymore,

Fox died, i had to make a terrible decision,

it was the worst decision i could ever make for myself but it was necessary

that was my zenith,

not every other troubling experience i went through

that moment

i lose friends often and

i picture myself

again in some random town

anywhere

with another social group

until i am inevitably alone

and there’s no reason for me to want to die, as long as i live Fox lives on,

he’s here in my heart and in my memories, and i never want to die because i don’t want the world to forget Fox

there’s nothing

that will ever clear out that pain and

there’s no point in suppressing it or running away or avoiding it

it’s there; an open wound that refuses to close

and i’m tired,

i’m tired of people not making the fucking effort to understand me,

that’s not my responsibility

and thank GOD for a therapist patient with me enough to not tell me to just stop talking about Fox,

that pain lives on,

but as time passes and i remember

the good parts it’s hard not to fall in love all over again

no one was there when i was 23

there’s so much me where it’s like

Fuck Life, if Life wants to pass me by,

go fucking ahead, fuck life, fuck everything and everyone, don’t fucking rush me,

i just want to carve out space for myself to learn things i wanted to learn and fuck how fast everything passes,

i don’t care, pass me the FUCK by already then, fuck accelerationism, fuck the government, fuck all of it, how months feel like years,

and a day passes and it already feels like a fucking century passed

and everyone who “breaks up” (even in platonic context) with me with some variance of

“life goes on” (with every connotation of “oh well”)

suck shit and die already

“life goes on”

i wanna fucking smear your face into the pavement get the fuck over yourself.

the same people will idolize you

the same people are the first to demonize you

and i don’t care,

i’m so tired of all of it,

i’m tired of these lonely feelings that come on, and there’s really not much but to wait for it to pass

just a lot of missing out;

put simply lately been considering how i should’ve have skipped out on some dates during high school,

just because i wasn’t interested in the person

realize now that’s the point in dating,

actually fucking getting to know each other better

and i spent a lot of last year getting close to someone i really shouldn’t have been so forgiving with nor should have gotten close to,

just absolutely frustrating, because there was so much of the time we knew each other, you didn’t even FUCKING register in my head as anything like that,

and i just get so fucking suckered in whenever anyone reaches out to say “i care” whenever i’m feeling it, but christ

i wish people like you don’t exist,

energy vampires who feed off of anyone who seems to carry an earnestness you lack

and i am earnest by god

and i don’t care to carry resent for you

maybe just this large disdain,

and the ugly miserable thought of how easily you can throw it away

and if the thought of me hurts, i genuinely hope it does actually,

and i always want to say “and what are you going to fucking do about it?”

because whenever i think of you; i think of how i really need to be more careful,

but also

how much I NEVER WANT TO BE YOU;

i’m grateful shit failed because i want me more than ever,

and 33 has been a frustratingly lonely year thus far, and i suppose i don’t know if 34 will be better

part of me feels like i should be concerned with how often i alienate others now, but i also DON’T CARE, i am LITERALLY feeling like the most honest i can be with myself lately and if y’all can’t fuck with that

then fuck off, easy

just tired,

and in the end,

there’s just so much stuff i want to do for the sake of doing it absolutely for myself

and admittedly some of the stuff i do i have some petty motivation like

hope all this exercise and skin care and everything else pays off and i become so physically alluring that anyone’s who’s ever snubbed me just feels a searing fucking pain in their stomachs

but even then,

it’s just nice to move around again ultimately

and life

just keeps happening

stuff keeps happening

new things keep happening

it never ends and i’m painfully curious

and good stuff happens for friends and so many things happen

and admittedly i get jealous of good events just wishing i could experience the same

like wish i could experience dates

but i know i’m too picky, and i know it’s incredibly difficult for me to like

FEIGN having interest when i don’t

i just can’t call it a “closed mind”

but it’s like if there’s nothing really interesting i’m getting out of it, then what’s point

still,

i wish i went to more of those movie dates

and bowling dates

but again, i’m definitely more grown than i was in highschool

like understand myself a lot more

it just sucks it comes at a time where realistically

not a GODDAMN person “emotionally available”

like yeah, no shit, why you hanging out with me then?

oh right ENERGY,

drink it up, i hope you choke on it

sincerely sometimes,

“ewww you’re so ugly when you’re mean”

well you piss me the fuck off when you just come up with shit excuses to blow me off cuz you ain’t got integrity,

like all of it.

stop blaming me for your fucking messes please,

all of it,

fucking teacher sends me to the hospital because i have a fucking meltdown because motherfucker couldn’t hold his FUCKING end of the responsibility of a misunderstanding

“it’s all YOUR fault”

well, fucker i hope all those steroids or whatever fitness bullshit you were on just rotted your dick off and you’re just eternally flaccid

motherfuckers that can’t say “i’m sorry”

“shit was a mutual misunderstanding”

nah it’s “you this or that”

or “life goes on”

literally fuck off

you ain’t ever going to meet a motherfucker alive that even comes close to me,

and y’all better be armed with someone way better because some of y’all, i ain’t ever gonna fuck with you like that again

so i hope it was worth losing me, fucker

so many of you,

i genuinely hope it was worth it

“whew well you sound so toxic, so it’s probably relief for them,

they probably spare no thought for you”

shut the fuck up, negging self-talk,

if you’re trying to convince me they don’t spare a single thought about the craziest motherfucker they ever met

then you’re delusional as shit my friend,

well my obligatory friend,

who only recently can i just recognize you’re just bullshitting and to not take you so seriously

i’m angry so yeah “toxic” “toxic”

but i still fucking know

i’m the best friend anyone could ever have

because i actually show the fuck up.

[smileygoth]

31. The End of Me (Vamptober 2022)

Find the full list of chapters here.

I finally finished it!!! Only two months late >.< Jazz takes drastic measures to escape.

CW: Violence, mention of rape and violence to children, suicide. That last one especially - please read responsibly and if you are having thoughts of taking your own life, PLEASE reach out to someone. You are a special and valued person and we love you. Stay safe.

Word count: 2,237 words.

Image from Countryliving.com - I recommend following the link if the ending to this has you feeling a bit down!

When the next set of footsteps sounded on the basement steps, Jazz didn't even look up to see who it was. "You win," she said. "I give up. I'll come back."

The footsteps hesitated, and a male voice Jazz didn't recognise replied. "Cool. I'll tell the boss."

There was a wet thud as a blood bag was tossed at the cell. It hit the bars and landed outside, but still within Jazz's reach. She looked at it listlessly. The beast inside her howled for it. She reached through the bars for it with numb fingers. No - the numbness was in her head. Even The Voice had deserted her. She'd never felt so alone.

She bit into the bag and sucked out the blood, wincing at its plastic taste. It flooded through her, energizing and restoring her body. Still though, that numbness remained. Crumpling the bag in one hand, she closed her eyes to avoid looking at what was left of Lucas and waited.

Eventually the door opened again, and someone came to the cell and unlocked the door. Jazz looked up to see Carl looking at her with glassy eyes. "Come on, traitor," he said. "Quinn wants you."

Wordlessly, Jazz followed him out of the basement, skirting around the bloodstain that had seeped into the floor surrounding Lucas's body. The building upstairs was furnished in a modern but sparse style, with bare white walls and Ikea furniture. It looked like a rental that nobody had bothered to make their own. A few vampires lounged on the sofa, watching some old war movie on the TV. Jazz didn't look at them to see if she knew them, but their conversation died as she followed Carl through. He led her upstairs to the top floor, where one of the bedrooms had been turned into an office. Inside, Quinn sat at a simple wooden desk, its surface bare except for a mobile phone and a nail file. When she saw Jazz, she smiled.

"Heard you were feeling co-operative," she said. "Is it true?" Jazz just nodded, and she smiled again. "Good. Then this is what is going to happen. Remember that little rite we did when you joined us the first time?" Jazz nodded again. "That's called the Vinculum. It's supposed to ensure loyalty between pack members. Since you proved to be resistant to it, we're going to do it again. And again. And again. And you are going to drink so much of your pack's blood you won't have any of your own left." She got slowly, threateningly, to her feet. "Are you going to co-operate, or will we have to tie you down and force feed you?"

"I'll do it," Jazz mumbled.

Quinn gave a satisfied nod. "Glad to hear it." She came round the desk and stopped next to Jazz, raising a hand to stroke her cheek. "Don't worry, kitten," she said more gently. "When we're done with you, you won't even remember who you used to be."

It was just as Quinn had said it would be. The pack Jazz was assigned to - a different pack still under Quinn's leadership ("Since your old pack would rather tear your head off and spit down your neck than look at you", Quinn had kindly informed her) - went through the Vinculum rite with her every night for a month. Only twice in this time did the other vampires drink; the rest of the time all the blood was given to Jazz. She was then taken back to her cell in the basement, where she watched Lucas's mutilated form rapidly rot and fall apart. Once the month was up, she was allowed to join her pack in their haven, which turned out to be the building above her. The upstairs rooms had boards across the windows and mattresses all over the floor, and they would sleep four to a room, but other than that it was almost a normal home. Except, of course, for the prison in the basement, the fridge full of stolen blood bags and the collection of weapons cluttering up the dining room table. 

The pack took her out most nights on some 'job' or other. They said they had been charged with keeping up the fear in the area, to keep the mortals frightened and low-spirited. She broke into hospitals, clinics and blood banks with them. She trashed bars. She stole cars and joyrode them until they found someone to force off the road. She watched teenagers burn alive, trapped in their vehicles. She raided late opening stores and petrol stations and murdered the shopkeepers and anyone unlucky enough to need a pack of cigarettes or a six pack at that hour. She watched her packmates steal tiny babies from their cots and devour them because they 'taste so much better', then conceal the bite marks and leave their grey little bodies for their mothers to find in the morning. She helped hold a young woman down in an alley while they others violated her with knives before slitting her throat and opening their mouths to catch the spray. She did so many awful things. Each one sank silently and insidiously into her mind, poisoning her with each indelible memory. All the things she would never be able to forget. All the blood that stained her hands. And she waited.

Finally she was left alone. She was in another petrol station with a packmate called Murray - a skinny, balding older man covered in scars and cheap tattoos. They were doing yet another pointless burglary, and Murray was holding the shopkeeper over the counter by his neck, threatening to poke his eyes out with his knife, when the bell over the door jingled merrily and a woman walked in. She was wearing a white parka jacket and holding a set of car keys in one hand. When she saw them, she froze, and for a moment, the four of them simply stared at each other. Then the spell broke, and the woman backed out of the door and fled across the forecourt.

"Get her, Jazz," Murray said. "I can handle this little pukestain."

Jazz had no doubt that tall, wiry Murray could handle the kid behind the counter, who was short, skinny and barely twenty. She nodded her assent and took off after the woman in the white coat. As the bell jingled to announce her leaving the shop, the woman glanced over her shoulder and let out a small scream of fear, then lost her balance and slammed to the ground. Her car keys flew from her hand and skidded away, far out of her reach. Jazz slowed to a walk, in no hurry to get to her. She had no desire to kill this woman, and no desire to save her. She honestly didn't care what happened.

The woman in the white coat scrambled to her feet, looking around wildly for her car keys. But it was dark and her mortal eyes couldn't see well. She wasted only a few seconds looking before she took off in the direction of the road, running as fast as her modestly heeled court shoes would allow her, screaming for help.

Jazz watched her go and considered the outcomes. The road was empty at this late hour, but not far down the road there had been houses. In this area it was unlikely that anyone would open the door for a screaming woman, but not impossible. And Jazz didn't know if the woman had her phone on her. She might be crouching just out of sight in the bushes while she dialled 999.

Then her eyes fell on the lost keys, gleaming dully in the dim light, half-hidden in the shadow of a waste bin. She flicked her eyes sideways and looked at the car they belonged to - a silver Mercedes. 

What on earth is a woman like that doing, driving a car like that in an area like this? Jazz wondered. She paused, waiting to see if The Voice would have an opinion. But none came.

She glanced back at the shop, where Murray was having a great time torturing the poor shopkeeper. 

Finally, she thought. Then she stopped thinking.

She crossed to the bin, scooped up the car keys and let herself into the Mercedes. Briefly she registered that the woman's bag and phone were on the passenger seat. She turned the key in the ignition and the engine purred into life. It was a well kept car. The petrol gauge read that it was full. It was also an automatic, which was useful as Jazz did not know how to drive. But she  knew the theory, and she thought she could figure it out.  She pulled on her seatbelt, pushed the gearstick into Drive, and pressed on one of the pedals. Nothing happened, so she tried the other. The car rolled smoothly forward. She pressed harder and turned the wheel, and the Mercedes swerved around the shopfront and shot out of the station with a shriek of rubber. Jazz got a brief glimpse of Murray's confused, astounded face before he was behind her.

After a few badly taken corners, Jazz got the hang of how much she needed to move the wheel to direct the car properly. It was incredibly responsive. She relaxed back into the soft leather seat and let the car speed along, following the roads. They were so quiet she really didn't have to do much. She would have been a good driver, she thought. 

 Having no real idea of how long the full tank of petrol would last, Jazz was pleased to find that she was still moving when the horizon began to tinge a rusty red. The familiar pull of the death-sleep was tugging at the edges of her consciousness, but she resisted it. By this time she was far out of the city and driving along a wide road between fields. She looked for the next turn-off, took it, and found her way to a narrow country lane. Before long she was pulling the car to a stop in a lay-by next to a field of sheep on one side, and a paddock holding to horses on the other. The sheep scurried away from the fence as the car slowed and stopped. The horses stayed put, watching with mild curiosity. Jazz smiled at them as she turned off the engine and sat back. 

It was so quiet here. All she could hear was the start of the birds' dawn chorus in the treeline on the other side of the paddock. No traffic, no people. The soft whisper of wind in the hedgerows and long grass. An occasional snicker from a horse or bleat from a sheep. And with the car's headlights turned off, the darkness was almost complete. Except for that slowly expanding band of red on the horizon. 

The Voice finally decided to speak. You know what this will do, don't you?

"I know," Jazz replied. She picked up the woman's handbag and rummaged inside. She found a few discard coins and a hairpin. Any of them would do, but she chose the hairpin. She thrust it down into the clasp of her seatbelt, forcing it in deep, jamming the lock. With a sideways twist, she broke it off inside and threw the piece in her hand away.

The Voice spoke again. I won't let you do this.

Jazz laughed. "Well, I won't let you stop me."

The Voice fell into sullen silence. Jazz looked at the light on the horizon. It looked a little like blood, she thought, and chuckled to herself. For the first time in a long time, she felt the numbness in her mind and heart lift, and she felt ... not glad, but ... peaceful. She didn't think she'd ever actually felt peace before. Sleep tugged at her, but again she forced it away. She wanted to see.

Slowly, the sky lightened, painting itself in hues of orange, gold, white and blue. Jazz marvelled at all the colours. All her desire to sleep vanished like smoke. Deep inside her, something howled in fury and fear. Dimly, she felt a rising, bestial panic fighting with her to override her consciousness, but she held it down. As the sky brightened, it got harder and harder. Jazz kept looking up, at the beautiful dawn.

When the first glimmer of gold appeared over the horizon, the thing inside her managed to take at least some control. Her fingers fumbled frantically at the jammed seatbelt as her eyes widened, drinking in the sunrise. 

"I never really watched it before," she said to the empty car. "It's so beautiful ..."

The first rays of the rising sun spilled over the fields, over the road, into the car. The light dazzled and blinded her, and she lifted a hand to shade her eyes. Then the pain hit. Her skin began to burn instantly, and inside her she could feel her blood, her organs, her muscles all searing and shrivelling as the heat of the sun speared right through her, to every inch and every cell. She screamed with agony, but her voice faltered and died in seconds. A second later, her heart burned in her chest and that beautiful bright light faded to darkness and cold.

As it faded, a face came to her. Shining blue eyes and golden hair. A soft smile in a boyish face. 

Are you real? she thought.

Does it matter? Lucas replied.

And then all thought and feeling winked out.

[dearbraus]

Starring;  Sakusa Kiyoomi as the Vampire, Y/n as the Virgin, & Miya Atsumu as the Sacrifice.

Featuring; 18+ only content minors dni + Afab reader + Monsterfucking + Loss of virginity + Blood (consumption and loss) + Vampire Turning, Unprotected Sex + Creampies + Infidelity + Cucking + Dubcon + Macabre themes + Unhealthy relationship dynamics + Slight manipulation + Violence + Injury + Premature ejaculation.

Stream Length; 6.9k

User.Angel Eden; This is a repost from my previous blog hence the references and refused banners. this is one of my favourite pieces and i just wanted to share it once more :) please head all warnings and take care <3

❝Your once budding fascination with the old manor on the outskirts of town morph into something more when curiosity leads you right to its doorstep. No one could account for laid before the large wooden doors, but you’d find the mysterious man all too entrancing, roping you before sucking you and your boyfriend dry.❞

For as long as anyone could remember there was a house that stood tall and proud on top of the hill. Untouched by time, it remained long after the last living soul had passed on its grounds. Curious kids with curious minds weaved tall tales of pretend under the dark of night, hushed whispers twisting into local lore that lived on long past its creation.

Some said the last owner died of heartache, that they rotted away waiting for the day their lover would return home. Others claimed the entire family passed due to consumption, dropping like flies, one by one until there was no one left. But most believed that a vampire graced the grounds of the manor. That’s the story you believed, the one you spent countless nights researching until you ran out of sources. Perhaps it wasn’t the most realistic nor should you have continued to believe it well into your adult years but you did, utterly entranced by the idea of a dark and mysterious gentleman roaming the halls of such a beautiful house, an untouched relic from the past tirelessly searching for another soul that would understand their anguish. It was idealistic and at times pathetic but that didn’t stop you from getting the answers your heart had been searching for since the tender age of ten. Local archives and records were nothing but dead ends, you had no choice but to go right to the source; the manor on the hill.

Questions plagued your mind, plagued your dreams, surely you’d never move on from such childish fantasy unless the house's history was clear as day.

So one fall evening, when the air was crisp and the leaves had gone and turned brown, you dared to trek through the forest to see the house on the hill. It felt different, strange; the atmosphere shifting the moment your boot-clad feet left the soft dirt-laden path and stepped onto the broken cobblestone driveway leading to the front door. You expected to see vine-covered limestone, decrepit walls, and a half-rotted porch but the site which greeted you was far more worrisome than you would have thought. A shiver wrought up your spine when your eyes fell upon the pristine exterior, the well-manicured lawn, and the glossy windows which shone in the fleeting sunlight. It was what you wanted, proof of life,  yet you faltered. Your footsteps slowed as you neared the steps.

It was then and there when you should have turned back, your senses should have kicked in and forced you to return home but you ventured forward against your better judgement. With trembling hands you reached for the polished silver knocker, banging it against the sturdy oak wood door without a second thought. That’s what sealed your fate, but the idea of it all was too exhilarating to stop you.

You didn’t regret what came of it.

On the other side of the door was the stuff most presumed only existed within the realm of dreams.

His name was Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Swathed in crimson crushed velvet and charcoal lace, the man before you was a heavenly sight, one you could hardly believe he was real, not some fanciful mirage, the product of exhaustion and delusion. But he was.

“Are you alright darling?” he asked, a concerned look crossing his bewitching visage, “You seem lost and it’s getting late, won’t you come in?” extending a gloved hand out to you, Kiyoomi smiled at you, “I promise you’ll be home in no time.”

You missed the sharp glint of teeth that poked out of his lips as he smiled at you, blindly taking his hand in yours without a second thought. It wouldn’t have changed your mind because this was what you wanted, wasn’t it?

You’d tell anyone who asked that it was.

                                                                    ʚ♡ɞ

“Packing? Why are we packing? I haven’t seen you in months and ya already want to go on a trip?” Your boyfriend Atsumu said, giving you a pointed look as you whizzed around his bedroom in search of an overnight bag, “Can you just stop for a minute and talk to me, sweetheart?”

His eyes swept over your figure, zeroing in on the strange marks around your neck. In all the years he had known you, Atsumu could never recall your skin being covered in those blemishes. With all the time he’d spent memorizing each and every inch of his body, Atsumu knew there was no way he’d ever forget them. But after spending the better part of the year off on some spur-of-the-moment vacation you had returned to him differently.

It was nothing too noticeable at first.

The new pep in your step was something he assumed to be a good thing, you had been so obsessed with your town’s sordid history he assumed the time you spent away dispelled any lingering thoughts of that blasted old manor but it didn’t. He just didn’t know it yet. Casting aside any worries, Atsumu tried to embrace the strange style of dress you had picked up, told himself you must have put in a lot of effort to take care of yourself when he saw you lacked your usual dark circles around your eyes, and even jokingly stuck your hands under his shirt when he noticed they were freakishly frigid.

But he couldn’t ignore how you incessantly pressured him to join you for a “surprise” trip out of town.

“You always talk about how stressed you are,” you muttered, rooting around in his closet, “So I thought it’d be a good idea to take you somewhere to unwind for a bit.”

Turning around to face him, you sighed.

“I don’t understand why you’re so apprehensive, baby.”

Running his fingers through his hair Atsumu frowns, “We haven’t spoken in months,” he said, his brows furrowed in confusion, “I didn’t get any calls or texts from you, it was like you disappeared,” pinching the bridge of his nose, Atsumu inhales deeply, “For god’s sake I filed a missing persons report because I was so worried!”

His head hung low in shame as tears bit at the corners of his eyes.

“And you come back all different, insisting we leave together and you haven’t even told me where you went!”

Shuffling towards him,  you gently lay your hands on his shoulders to soothe him. Your touch is cold and lifeless, goosebumps follow your fingertips as they skate over his body. The chill seeps through his thick woolly sweater, nipping at his skin and sinking into his bones. It’s strangely foreign to him, the feel of your hands on his body. It should have felt like being wrapped in a blanket of warmth just as your touch always did but he felt nothing but cold; like a stranger was mimicking the way you’d move your hands over his broad chest to his shoulders, squeezing them ever so slightly to silently tell him you were right there. Right by his side.

“Why tell you when I can just show you,” you suggest, tilting your head to the side with a smile, “It was supposed to be a surprise but since you’re so eager to know, I wanted to take you to where I spent the last couple of months,” the pad of your thumbs smooth against the collar of his shirt, rubbing against the sliver of skin that peaks out from the neck hole, “Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Atsumu sent you a displeased looked, biting back a snarky retort. He was more than happy to see you, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and push you away. Losing you would be something Atsumu would regret all his life, so he mustered up as much support as he could, remaining silent as he stumbled his way to find the right thing to say.

Grabbing hold of your hips he looks up at you with a pout, “Don’t you want to catch up first?” he asks, batting his lashes at you, “I’m not the only one who’s missed you,” there were many people who missed you, but he missed you the most, “Maybe we should go visit some friends and family, my ma’s been asking when you’ll be back to see her.”

“We can!” you exclaim, resting your head atop of his, “But after we’ve gone on this trip, you’ll be in a much better mood when you ‘Samu, I guarantee the evening won’t end in some petty squabble like always.”

The sing-songy tone of your voice could have been more than enough to convince him, the prospect of a peaceful night with his brother an even sweeter deal than he could ever imagine but he just couldn’t trust you. The demure smile you wore was off putting, your insistence anything but reassuring.

“Don’t you think it’ll be nice for the two of us to get away from it all?”

A certain desperation lingered behind your eyes, a nervous energy surrounding you as you pleaded with him.

“Yes,” he said against his better judgement, “It will,” as soon as those words left his mouth he regretted it but the look of sheer excitement crossing your face made his heart pang, “Just promise me you won’t disappear again.”

You nod your head but there’s a faraway look in your eyes as you tear away from him. Wondering back to the dresser you pulled open a couple of drawers, peaking into them with furrowed brows, “Better get packing ‘Tsumu,” you holler, “I want to get on the road as soon as we can.”

His chest tightens as he watches you putter around. Atsumu didn’t like the way you brushed him off but he remained silent, stringing together the nerve to rise from his spot on the bed and join you in packing. You smile at him when you feel his arm brush up against you, the travel bag you tossed to him earlier in his hands. It doesn’t reach your eyes. A shiver shoots through him as his mind wanders to places he wishes it didn’t.

“We leaving in the morning?” he asks, haphazardly tossing clothing into his bag. Nodding you curl up next to him, both of your arms wrapping around his muscular one, “Alright, you set the alarm and I’ll handle breakfast.”

Nuzzling into his side you smile even wider, “Thank you, baby,” you giggle, sighing happily, “You’re the best.”

Leaning close you press a chaste kiss against his cheek, your hand rising to cup his face. Turning his head to face yours, your nose bumps against his. Atsumu freezes up in your embrace, a small gasp falling past his lips as your capture him in a quick kiss. It had been so long since you had been in your arms that he almost forgot the way it felt to kiss you, forgot the way you fit so perfectly against him, but he couldn’t fight the overwhelming feeling that something was wrong. Your frigid fingers sneak their way to his neck, tugging at the soft overgrown tufts of brown hair. His mouth falls open as he whines in discomfort, itching to pry your hand away but you use this as an opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Atsumu jolts away from you at the feel of something sharp gliding across his plump bottom lip.

He sputters in confusion, tentatively touching the tender skin. A speckle of blood coats his fingertips, his lip pulsing in pain.

“Oh no!” you shout grabbing hold of his face, squishing his cheeks together as you inspect his lip, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to,” frowning you swipe at his lip, blotting away the blood, “I’ll get you some vaseline, that’ll make you feel better.”

Atsumu stares blankly at your retreating figure, his eyes catching sight of your face in the reflection in the mirror. Your tongue flicks out to lap up the blood on your thumb, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you relish the metallic taste. Bile crawls up the back of his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from the mirror even after you’ve turned the corner, your footsteps fleeting as you bounded down the hallway.

It made his skin crawl, the mere thought of you enjoying the taste of blood but his eyes didn’t dare deceive him. The bliss-filled expression dancing across your visage more than telling. Clapping his hand over his mouth, Atsumu groans in disgust.

One overwhelming thought filling his head; what happened to you?

                                                                   ʚ♡ɞ

The drive was short.

But that wasn’t what worried Atsumu, it was the silky red scarf you insisted he tie around his eyes to blindfold him. So excited to keep this trip under wraps. He didn’t think to ask for any clues before getting into the car with you but there wasn’t any need to as he’d come to realize. There wasn’t anything more you were willing to tell him, if he questioned you further he’d be met with more excuses, brushed off with little forethought.

Fallen leaves and twigs crunched beneath his boots as he stumbled after you, his fingers loosely intertwined with yours. The crisp autumn breeze shoots through Atsumu, goosebumps prickling his heated skin with each hesitant step he takes. He can feel the excitement bouncing off of you. All you could hear was his heart pounding uncontrollably against his rib cage, nerves causing his fingers to tremble with worry. They say you can smell when someone is terrified, that there’s a uniquely pungent aroma that can only be chalked up to fear, you’d know it if you ever smelt it. Atsumu wondered if you could smell it, the fear rumbling in his chest as he blindly followed your footsteps.

If not fear then perhaps paranoia or the loss of trust that circles his idle mind.

He can’t be sure because before he can ponder on that thought, he’s crashed to the ground, his hands flying forward to catch himself. A loud creak rips through the air as he scrambles to regain his bearings, whatever contraption he’s fallen onto groans under his weight, threatening to crumble beneath him. Your laugh is airy as you skip ahead of him, your footsteps fading away as he fruitlessly reaches out for you.

“Is that you, my dear?” a raspy voice calls out, “You’ve kept me waiting far too long,” the man chastises, “I hope this boy toy of yours was worth the trouble.”

Atsumu rushes to tug his blindfold off, the knot much too tight for him to undo, “Oh, he is!” you squeal, “Tsumu is so fun to play with, I promise this will have all been worth it!”

He only catches a glimpse, much of his vision swathed by that pesky red ribbon; what he does manage to see is swiftly cut off by boot directly to the face.

“Get him inside dear, we have much to do so let’s not waste any time.”

“Yes sir!” you spit out, rushing over to where Atsumu’s limp body lays, “I’ll make sure everything is to your liking.”

The manor falls quiet for a moment as the two shuffle around. It’s peaceful, the state of unconsciousness Atsumu finds himself in, it’s safe and comfortable, a respite. If he could help it, he’d never leave it but it seemed life wasn’t so kind.

Atsumu awoke to the cool constricting feel of leaden metal cuffs tightly enclosed around his wrists, both of his arms bound above his head. His body heavy, head sluggish and spinning, his eyes struggling to focus on his surroundings, the space dimly lit with what appeared to be thick velvet curtains casting out any traces of sunlight daring to illuminate the room.

Footsteps echo down the hall, two voices bouncing off the walls, blurring together until neither one of them was recognizable. In the soft flickering candlelight he’s able to see the faintest outline of two bodies, their figures wrapped up in one another as they draw nearer. Laughter rings out, joyous and light as though the two of you are the only two in the world, on a plane of existence far beyond the antiquated walls of this manor. The candelabra lit up your visage, exposing the starry-eyed expression you wore.

You looked at that man as though he were your entire world, your heart ablaze burning through your chest as you stared back at him. You used to look at Atsumu like that; the entire universe lived behind his eyes. That's what you told him, that it existed there for him to give to you. Now you gazed upon a stranger, with that look you swore was reserved for Atsumu Miya, driving a hole into the pit of his stomach as he sat back like a spectator intruding in on a private affair.

The two of you stumble over to the bed, wax splattering against the ground but neither of you pays any mind to it. Nor do you pay any mind to the hiss of pain that Atsumu makes as a small spat of hot wax melts off the side of the candle, dripping onto the tender skin of his abdomen. Had it not been for the shackles clinking against one another as he squirmed in discomfort you wouldn’t have looked back.

“Oh, sweetheart!” you tsk, hastily shoving the candelabra aside, “Are you alright? I didn’t burn you did I?”

Despite the reservations he holds, he shakes his head, no.

It did hurt, though it was nothing more than a small twinge of discomfort it did still afflict him just as the sight of you before him did. Stroking his abdomen your lip catches between your teeth, something bordering between sympathy and guilt flickering behind your eyes for the shortest moment before a large hollow-hearted grin splays across your mouth.

“Good,” you whisper, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss against his irritated skin, “I’d never want to hurt you even by mistake,” the cold unwavering stare of the man behind you forces Atsumu to remain rigid beneath your soothing touch, reminding him not to allow himself to fall prey to your honeywords, and saccharine smile, “Not that you’d have to worry about that anymore,” you say, “You’ll never be in pain again, you just have to trust me.”

All he can see of the man’s face is the sharp glint of fangs, pine and ash nipping at his nostrils as he silently looms over the bed.

“Do you trust me?”

Climbing onto the plush spread of sheets your chilled fingers clutch and cling onto Atsumu’s body. Every piece of Atsumu screams at him to speak, to say something, anything but he remains tight-lipped. It’s a struggle for him to stay upright, to keep his heavy eyelids open even as his mind races, his heart pounding so mercilessly against his chest. Surely you and the creature behind you must hear it now as he lays limp in your grasp.

“Yes.”

It’s all he manages, his throat raw and raspy.

Atsumu isn’t sure why he says it, why some part of him still foolishly wishes to bend to your will but he does know that there is a lingering sense of worry. Not for him, there’s no thought of self-preservation blood-stained in his head, but for you. He worries what horrors may be afflicted upon you should he not offer himself up after all the trouble you went to for this man. Should a horrible fate befall anyone, Atsumu is certain it belongs to him and him alone. Perhaps it was the dying embers of love roaring back to life in the wake of what lays before him or perhaps it was just plain stupidity, Atsumu couldn’t be sure nor could he sit and ponder.

In an instant you were on top of him, your plump thighs encasing his hips. Your movements hurried as though you wished to proceed at this very moment before he had the chance to change his mind. You look like a work of art moulded and sculpted by only the most revered artists Atsumu thinks to himself, his gaze cast upon your bare figure, the golden glow of unsteady flames highlighting each and every curve. He hadn’t noticed it at first, so he took one last chance to admire you. His heart was unwilling to release him from this hell that was you. Catching a whiff of your scent as you lean past him, grappling with something on the bedside table, Atsumu allows his eyes to fall shut.

That was until a smooth gloved hand grabbed his jaw.

“Eyes open for us, Love.”

The man says, his thumb smoothing over his chin as he offers him a smile. He’s handsome, Atsumu can certainly see why you’ve fallen victim to this monster's whiles, in another life he might’ve too. Soft black curls fall over his brow, hiding the two small moles on his forehead, and he too is memorized by Atsumu.

“He’s even sweeter than you described,” the man muses, turning his face side to side to inspect his features, “With such adorably flushed cheeks,” you hum in agreement, hands covers in the thick red liquid which spills over the side of the goblet, “Do I frighten you, little one?”

Chuckling you glance over at them, “Nothing scares ‘Tsumu,” you boast, a familiar heat filling his chest at your words, “He’s the bravest man I know,” and it’s true he was but he’s sure you don’t say that because it holds any weight in this situation, “He’s not frightened, just nervous after all you don’t like surprises now do you?”

He timidly shakes his head, feeling safer under your watchful eyes than the penetrating stare of the green-eyed man.

“Is that so?” he whispers to himself, “Then, I suppose that means you’re ready for the turning?”

His words were merely a formality for the two sharp incisors the man possessed sunk straight into Atsumu’s jugular, his plump lips soft and warm as he gently suckled. It takes far too long for him to realize it, to process just what this feeling is. He’s being consumed, his life force steadily slipping from between his fingers. Atsumu doesn’t even think to grapple for it, to fight against the tender embrace he’s held in. Even as his eyes grow glassy, sweat-sodden hair sticks to his forehead as it grows near impossible to remain upright. Falling slack against his restraints, Atsumu's head lolls to the side.

“Now?” you question, surging forward at the small grunt of affirmation, “Stay awake baby, you need to drink up now okay?”

It’s warm, sticky, the liquid spilling over his chest and chin. It drips down the man’s lips, smearing all over Atsumu’s neck as he sloppily drains him of his blood. Prying his jaw open you hold the goblet to his lips, the taste is metallic, balmy too, it splashes all over his face as he struggles to swallow it. He gags, choking on the taste of blood but you force it down his throat soft coos of reassurance fall on deaf ears. It’s too much for one person to handle, his eyes fall shut, that shiny white light that calls out his name grows dimmer and dimmer until he’s swathed in a blanket of dark nothingness, the indescribable pain fading away until his body felt as light as air.

“Do you think it worked?” you asked, clutching the blood-stained goblet between your hands, “I, I don’t remember the process being so intense,” but you lack the guilt to admit that perhaps this plan of yours was flawed,” Kiyoomi, ah I mean sir, Atsumu will be okay won’t he?”

Taking the tip of his leather glove between his two teeth, Kiyoomi tears it off, exposing his pale slender hand, “You’re alright, aren’t you, my dear?” you nod, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, “So why fret? He just needs time to transform,” he says, smoothing his hand over your cheek, “Do you remember what you promised?”

“Yes.”

Licking his lips he offers you a timid smile, “Are you ready to fulfil it?”

“Yes, I am,” you breathe, your lips parting as lean into his touch, “I’m ready to submit to you, my body and soul they’re yours for the taking,” offering your hand to him your breath catches as he lavishes your skin with his tongue, drinking in the sweet taste of blood, “Just as I promised.”

The goblet is tossed aside without a second thought, clattering from the floor as you scramble to reach Kiyoomi. A pang of remorse shoots through your chest as you glance back at Atsumu’s figure, he’s never looked frailer than he does right now, his body unmoving cold to the touch and rigid. Brushing a tuft of his soft blonde hair away from his eyes, you slink off the bed, approaching Kiyoomi. Dressed in his Sunday best he stood tall before you, a prideful look painting his visage. A mellow glow emanated off him, his skin sparkling in the candlelight.

He was undoubtedly beautiful, it was intimidating. To look as though you were handcrafted by the gods themselves.

Swallowing, you brush past him to stand at the foot of the bed, “I once promised myself to him,” you say, a knot forming in your belly, “How ironic, breaking one to fulfil another.”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he muses, stepping behind you, “An eternity with him and I?” sliding his hand up your shoulder he pushes your head to the side, “And in return, your virginity is mine,” kissing the juncture of your shoulder and neck, “Have you changed your mind?”

Leaning into his touch you sigh, “I have not,” you say, “Just thinking out loud.”

The apples of your cheeks grow warm; it is nothing more than an apparition, the ghosts of your past life taunting you with a false swelter. But the stroke of nerves that causes your stomach to lurch at the delicate brush of Kiyoomi’s hands on you isn’t. He relishes the way your body reacts to his curious pokes and prods, a contained huff of air exiting his nostrils fanning across your collarbones.

“So much has happened over these few months but I’ve not regretted any of whats transpired between us.”

Your skin prickles at the feel of his teeth scraping against your skin, your mind growing hazy, your eyes heavy, your entire being akin to molten lava as you melt into him. Turning your head to face him, your lips meet his. It’s greedy, lust-filled, and overwhelming. Kiyoomi gives you no moments of reprieval as he all but swallows you whole with his kiss, consuming you as he consumed Atsumu. Sucking on your tongue, Kiyoomi squeezes the meat of your hips groaning a bit his breath grows heavy.

Grappling with the lapel of his jacket, you tug him impossibly close.

“Kiyoomi,” you pant, your lips swollen and slick with spit, “I’m ready for you,” smoothing out his jacket you cast your gaze to the ground, “May we go to your quarters?”

“Aren’t we to keep an eye on him?” he asks, “That’d be quite difficult if we were to leave.”

“How shall we?”

Your start but his commanding hand presses against the small of your back, helping you rest your torso on the plush mattress, positioning you to lay across Atsumu’s lap your bottom in the air, displayed for him.

Planting a wet, open-mouth kiss against your spine, Kiyoomi relishes in the sight, his eyes glowing even in the dark blanket enveloping the room. Glancing back at him your fingers curl around Atsumu’s thighs, your skin prickling with something akin to excitement. You assume that to be the feeling, everything’s awfully muddled in your mind, you can’t discern the meaning of it all. Your shoulders grow tense as the mattress dips under the weight of Kiyoomi, his elbows pressing into the sheets as he crouches to the level of your cunt.

A shiver wracks through you as the blunt edge of his nail grazes your inner thigh. He kisses each one, nipping the leftover bruises and scars that are scattered all over them. Your skin has always been a canvas of sorts to him when it isn’t the greatest work of art. You can’t count the number of times of marks he’s left across what was once largely unblemished skin. Sinking his teeth into the bit of fat that spilled over your thigh-high stockings to bleed dry, his long nails leaving marks in their wake no matter how careful he tried to be. Even if you had chosen to go back on your promise, stepped back into your life as if pressing play on a film; you’d never be rid of Sakusa Kiyoomi he’d make sure of it.

Spreading your lips, he tentatively pokes his tongue out to taste you. You jolt at the feeling, your chest growing tight as he grew more confident in his ministrations. Lapping at you with the smallest of kitten licks, he groans in pleasure, roughly gripping your legs.

“It’s been so long,” he rasps, sloppily kissing your throbbing clit, “My dear you taste simply heavenly.”

Keening at his praise, your cheek squished against the solid mass of muscle that is Atsumu’s leg. The vibrations of his garbled speech and heedy moans against your cunt sends pinpricks of pleasure zipping up your spine. Your legs feel turn to jelly, aching to collapse in on themselves at the feeling of his tongue lavishing you. Kiyoomi slurps noisily, his tongue prodding at your clenching hole to lick up your syrupy essence, unwilling to allow a single drop to go to waste.

Mewling you crane your neck to look back at him, “Feels good,” you hum, your mouth falling open into a gasp, “How are you? Shit … How are you so good at that ‘Omi-”

Your breath catches as he wraps his lips around your clit, swirling his tongue around it. It leaves your body a mess, the searing heat pulsing through you, the foreign and utterly ruined sounds that pass through your lips startling. You don’t even realize you’re pushing pussy against his face until he’s locked his grip on your thighs, keeping you still as he savours your honeyed sounds. You can’t bite back the moan, it seeps out from between your pursed lips; loud and unabashed. Glance up at Atsumu, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull. He’s peering down at your exposed form. The soft brown you’d so often lovingly gaze into replaced by a burning orange. It teeters on the edge of a strong glow not dissimilar from the hearth of the home and embers so bright they could rival the sun.

It’s predatory, the hunger that dances behind his irises.

The chain keeping his hands pinned above his head snaps with ease, confusion all that Atsumu appears to feel as he rolls out his shoulders. His gaze is heavy, penetrating, you’re all he sees and there's a twinge of jealousy permeating the air as he watches another man ravish you, calling out his name with no care or shame.

“Are you cumming?” Atsumu asks, petting your head, “You gonna cum for him, huh angel?”

You’re ashamed of the way you purr in response to his question, your body taunt and ready to snap at a moment's notice. You nod your head without even thinking, a whimper sticking to your throat as your nails dig into Atsumu’s flesh. A tidal wave of pleasure washes over you, the band so tightly wound within you snapping as you came, your cunt clenching around nothing, juices dripping down Kiyoomi’s chin as you gushed. Giving your plush ass cheek a squeeze, he planted a sloppy kiss against your throbbing clit, the aftershocks of your orgasm keeping you tight as livewire.

Wiping the bit of drool at the corner of your mouth you sighed, “You’re awake,” dropping to lay on your stomach you bite your lip, “I’m sorry you had to see that sweetheart but see! I told you, that you’d be fine!”

Kiyoomi’s thick chained coat drops to the floor, his shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he rounds the bed, “I think he enjoyed watching my dear,” pointing one of his slender fingers, a Cheshire grin spreads across his face, “You see that right there? It is not regret on his visage nor is it anger or disgust.”

Swallowing thickly you eye up Atsumu’s bulge, it twitches in need, a visible damp spot soaking into his briefs. He shivers as Kiyoomi caresses his hip bone, their eyes catching in a heated exchange.

“Dear, clean him up would you?”

His nimble fingers work to unbutton his shirt, the ruffles and frills in a state of disarray. The collar is damp, stained by a splotch of crimson and your essence. His shirt clings to his skin but he shows no discomfort as he watches your movent. You’re unsure, feeling more like a gazelle trapped between two starved lions than a person at that moment. Atsumu remained silent, leering at Kiyoomi who made a show of stripping himself bare. Peeling back his soiled garments your breath catches in your chest.

“Come now, don’t let the poor thing suffer,” he says, turning to the bedside table in search of something, “Don’t you think your sweetheart is uncomfortable.”

“Right,” you mutter under your breath making yourself comfortable between his legs, “Is this okay ‘Tsumu?”

He gives you a gruff nod, his touch fleeting as he brushes his fingertips across your cheekbones.

The pit in your stomach grows heavy, sinking deeper as his flushed cock springs out of his garments with a wet smack against his toned abdomen. Wetting your lips you take his length in your change, your tongue lolling out to swirl around the head. It’s a mild, slightly musky taste, not unpleasant in the slightest. He all but purrs under your gentle care, his hands resting beneath his head. Atsumu’s chest rises and falls rapidly, the muscles in his abdomen flexing with each soft suckle. Your hot breath and the warmth of your mouth were too much for his overly sensitive cock to bear.

“Shit,” he grunts, his biceps tensing as he grits his teeth, “Right there angel, just stay right there and I’ll-”

“Good job dear, I’d say that’s quite enough.”

The air grows thick with tension as Atsumu sends a glare at Kiyoomi. He remains steely-eyed, unwavering in the face of a challenge. Striking a match he lights the large waxy candle that sat neatly atop an ornately embellished plate. The smell is airy and soothing, its sweet scent inviting you in for a closer smell. Inhaling deeply you enjoy the pleasant aroma. The moments are only broken when your cheeks are tightly clasped between Kiyoomi’s fingers.

“Lovely isn’t it?” you nod, offering him a timid smile, “I thought you’d enjoy it,” he says, petting your face, “I know you haven’t gotten used to the smell of ichor hanging heavy in the air.”

You hadn’t even noticed it.

“Oh, how you gagged and choked on it that evening.”

Brushing his lips against your forehead he stares at Atsumu.

“But it was all for this, are you happy now?”

Clutching the sweat-sodden sheets below you, you nod, “I am.”

“Then won’t you lay back against him and allow me to have you?”

Settling against Atsumu’s broad chest you snapped your eyes shut for a fleeting minute. He was cold, that was new. Strange and awful because the Atsumu you gave your heart to was nothing of the sort. He was a warm sole, it shone brightly upon your often cloudy skies. But it delights your feverish skin nonetheless, eliciting a shiver as sweat dribbles down your chest between the valley of your breasts. The damp air allowed perspiration to live on your dull and lifeless skin.

He wraps his arms around your torso, hugging you tightly as though should he dare to let you go that you’d slip through his grasp once and for all.

Kiyoomi spreads your thighs over Atsumu’s, staring openly at your puffy pussy. Pushing his glossy black curls away from his eyes, he makes the space between your legs home, candlelight bouncing off his gleaming skin. You spot moles and beauty spots he’d never allow you to be privy of. His cock curved upward, a neat tuft of curly black hair sprouting from his pelvis. There are a few moles there, edging at his hips and stomach. They’re absolutely kissable and you wonder if he’d enjoy watching you search his wiry body for each and every mark.

You don’t allow yourself to venture too deep into fantasy, guilt gnaws at your heart when Atsumu firmly pressed his mouth against your temple.

“Relax hm, I’ll take good care of you.”

His eyes near luminance as he descends upon you, the purplish head of his cock rubbing against your slick folds before slowly plunging into your virgin hole. Kiyoomi’s mouth falls open, your velvet walls fluttering around him all but spinning him into a trance. His forehead knocks against yours and Atsumu huffs in annoyance at the proximity, his breath fanning across your ears. Finding purchase in Atsumu’s arm your nails press into them, a shuddery moan leaving you as inch by inch Kiyoomi sinks into you.

“Take care of us,” you sniffle, bitter tears biting at your eyes as the burn of the stretch grows to be too much, “Just like you promised.”

Your words end in a broken moan as he bottoms, your throat growing sore from the helplessly desperate sounds he continued to draw from you. Kiyoomi’s nose squishes against yours, his jaw slacks as he moans into your mouth. His movements are slow, calculated, and restrained. His veins bulge in his biceps with how he gripped the mattress. It’d be so easy to allow himself to get lost in the vice-like grip your cunt has on him, warm and constricting as it pulses around his aching cock. But there are tears blurring your vision, discomfort is written across your face plain as day. Reprieve, it’s what you’re silently begging for and he gives it to you.

Despite it all, Kiyoomi wants nothing more than your comfort so he grows still against you.

It mattered not if Atsumu saw it, or if he understood Kiyoomi’s actions. You did. Whimpering you flick your hips upwards, “Fuck me,” you whisper, your breath shot, “Please, I’m ready.”

Bit by bit he does, his pace leisurely so he may relish this moment. Committing it to his memory and storing it right next to his own withered heart. And he has too, his senses so filled by you and him that he fears he may burst at the seams should he allow instinct to take over. It had been so long since he had been like this with another. Savouring your laboured breath he grabs one of Atsumu’s hands, guiding it up to your chest. The young vampire needs no further guidance, pinching and rolling your pert nipple between his calloused thumb and forefinger.

You let out a coquettish squeal, squirming between the two men with nowhere to go.

“Oh, don’t ‘Tsumu,” you pant, your brows furrowed together, “If you do that I’ll-”

A chuckle cuts into your words, your eyelids sluggishly falling slack. Kiyoomi feels it, the way your walls spasm around him. You’re so close, your legs twitching around his hips as you wrap your legs around him.

“Cum for me,” Kiyoomi croaks, “You can do it, love, just let go, we’re right here.”

He seldom used that name for you but it felt right, no ounce of regret threatening to ruin the moment. A tear slips down your cheekbone as you allow yourself to fall, your head hazy as pleasure flows through you, your veins thrumming in delight. Your spend leaks down your bum, coating Atsumu’s leaky cock. It’s rigid against your backside, throbbing as you jostle against him. Kiyoomi’s long fluttery lashes tickle your eyelid, spurring a giggle despite the obscene squelching sounds that make your stomach churn and heart pang nervously.

Freeing Atsumu from your grip, you lock your arms around Kiyoomi’s neck, your fingers idly twirling the strands of hair at the back of his neck. He groans into your neck, lightly biting on the flesh to compose himself.

“Kiyoomi, sir,” you sigh, “I want it in me, please I need it.”

You don’t say it but he knows what you want.

And it’s all too easy for Kiyoomi to bring himself to the brink of orgasm, allowing himself to enjoy the way that sponge spot inside you rubs just right against his sensitive head. With a soft moan, Kiyoomi spills inside of you, leaving you hot all over as he fills you up, his hips rutting against yours over and over again until he can’t cum anymore.

Silence envelops the three of you, a comforting blanket to be worn as you catch your breaths.

“My love,” Kiyoomi pants, “I’ll draw you a bath in just a moment,” he says, “I just need a moment with the little one.”

Your head tilts to the side in confusion as does Atsumu.

“I think it’s time he too thank his master for his existence.”

His nail drags against Atsumu’s face, his cheeks flushed and eyes filled with lust.

“After all the price of immorality is a steep one.”

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