#does this mean Dick counts as a baby vampire

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 315

We all know the idea of Danny getting adopted by one of the batfam. But hear me out: Danny gets adopted by Vampire Dick Grayson. 

Danny honestly, did not mean to dimension hop, nor did he mean to get this injured in the first place, where his vision is spinning and there’s greenRedGreenGreenGREEN spilling from his body like he’s melting from the inside. He didn’t mean to get caught, he just didn’t want Dan to happen again, not again and the GIW had seen him flying and- 

And now he’s here, wherever here is, smoke in his lungs making it even harder to breathe than it was before. And there’s a shadow approaching, a flicker of crimson in his blurry vision, and there’s claws tilting his head and then something burns- 

Dick? Call it nostalgia perhaps, seeing this small child, so much like his little wing and baby bird once were, white streak and corpse-pale skin and all. He just wished for his dear brothers to join him, that’s all he wanted, and perhaps Damian won’t be so bitey if he got a friend…

[slapjacq]

I am ill. Not okay. I’ve cried and thrown a tissue box at the wall. Then proceeded to scream at said wall for twenty minutes. Yes I am melodramatic, no I don’t care. I am still in therapy for a reason. Nevertheless, this episode was bonkers, off the wall batshit insane. Like genuinely so good that it almost adds to the tragedy of it all.

Here are my immediate and unfiltered thoughts from my post episode freak out that I have to put somewhere because if I don’t, I will, in fact, explode.

Warning: spoilers up the wazoo, a lot of profanity

First and foremost: Daniel, old Maniel, I can count on you to always keep it a buck, and for that I thank you.

Armand you piece of fucking shit I swear on everything that is holy, you are no longer babygirl, you bitch ass hoe, go stick that fucking doe eyed face up someone else ass you stupid fucking piece of shit. “i cOULD nOt pReVEnt iT” FUCK YOU MEAN YOU COULDNT PREVENT IT YOURE 500 YEARS OLD, YOU SOLD THEM OUT TO BEGIN WITH. YOU STOP TIME, CAN CONTROL BODIES, PLANT IDEAS INTO PEOPLE HEADS, READ PEOPLES MINDS AND THE BITTY BABY VAMPIRE ARMAND COULDNT DO ANYTHIGN ABOUT IT? SUCK MY DICK AND KISS ME MERRY GO TRH THAG SHIT ELSEWHERE (shout out Assad for really giving his all with the whole puppy dog eyes this entire episode 10/10 would fall for them if not the circumstances). I can’t believe I actually was defending this dude a few episodes ago, I literally can’t defend anything else from here moving forward.

Claudia and Madeline deserve to watch these assholes burn and the fact they died such painful deaths should warrant the gods to set the sky alight with constellations of their love. They were allowed NOTHING but a small taste of happiness before it was shredded away from them. No one is EVER gonna villainize them, not to me, not ever. Roxanne absolutely was incredible, and Delainey, in the coming future, better up there as an A-list actor because she has been that astoundingly good. (That goes for everyone here honestly, but Delainey and Roxanne really deserve their flowers here).

Santiago has a special place in hell. I simply cannot wait to watch him die. Decapitation is too kind for him, put him through pain and fury before sending him to hell. Ben Daniels you son of a bitch you played the villain so well. I damn near jumped through the screen when he began to read Claudia’s diaries with a shitty NOLA accent, I have never been so livid in my life.

The rest of Theatre: “All of you motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow.” -Tupac Shakur

Louis GET UP LEAVE YOUR WIFE DUDE YOU KNOW ITS BULLSHIT and honestly I’m not even going to rag on him this episode because the poor man has gone through too much. Jacob was absolutely brilliant in all of this, and honestly I literally will never stop talking about the performances in this show. Regardless, the upcoming rage is justified and I when get to watch him massacre these assholes, I will cackle with the same glee a schoolboy has after he disintegrates ants with a magnifying glass.

And finally Lestat. He rose on the third day and served cunt and made me ball like the mommy issues toting bitch I am. Sam, my man, you knocked it out of the fucking ballpark. Magnificent. Lestat, fucking bastard. You messy bitch. When you get out of whatever the Theatre is doing to you big man, I better see you read Armand to filth. I better see the same from the other. They both deserve to be dragged to hell and back.

Also Daniel Hart is a genius, just really fills your soul with dread this entire episode, I mean the score was filthy, vivid, and hauntingly gorgeous. The violins at the beginning were nasty work and had me fully hypnotized for the entire 50 minutes.

SFX is killing it, everytime, making it all believable and absolutely the worst someone could imagine it to be. I full body contorted at the sight of the sliced ankles.

Shoutout costume department also did its thing. Santiago’s costume was top tier camp. And Lestat’s suit was absolutely everything. Gender envy 11/10.

I could sit here all day and go on about how all the cast and crew did a fucking fantastic job. Like you can really tell they put their heart and soul into this episode.

I mean dear god I’m going to be in shambles for the next two years this episode was insane.

[holylulusworld]

Another dream (3)

Summary: The dream continues.

Pairing: Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader

Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, mentions of smut, almost violence.

A/N: No smut in this. We get a little plot in this.

<< Part 2

Dream a little dream… masterlist

“Come one, Samuel Winchester! The least you can do is give me your dick,” you complain loudly as Sam sits in your living room to the read yet another book about the supernatural.

“I want to go back home,” Sam retorts.

You snort.

“Oh yeah? Do you wanna know what happens if you and Dean go back to your world,” you push your chin out and purse your lips.

“Enlighten me!”

“Dean is going to die. Killed by a stupid vampire clown and you,” you chuckle darkly, “you are going to end up with a blurry wife, and a ridiculous wig when you grow old. If you want to go, go ahead! But Dean will stay here! I’ll not let him get killed, impaled by a clown-pire!”

“He’s my brother! And—” Sam frowns deeply. “Does he really die? How do you wanna know? Are you a witch?”

“I watched the fucking show, dude,” you grunt. “Now lemme get back to your dick…”

“Sweetheart, I’m home,” Dean casually strolls into your living room. “Sammy, I got a job.” Dean proudly exclaims. “I’m a mechanic now. I got it all. A nice home. No monsters. My brother. A sexy girl. A job. The only thing missing is my Baby…” He sighs deeply.

“Ackles got an Impala,” you clear your throat as Jensen and Soldier Boy follow Dean hot on his heels. “BOYS! You’re back!”

“We tried to find out how to send the guy in your bedroom back,” Jensen shrugs. “What was the talk about my car?”

“It’s my car, actor,” Dean barks, ready to fight with Jensen again. “I want it back.”

“Hmm…” you ponder while Jensen and Dean are ready to get handsy. “What if I dream of fucking you in Baby in front of my apartment.”

Dean stops in his tracks. Fist midair as he dips his head to look at you. “I’m not sure this will work,” Sam interjects.

“No, no…let her talk,” Dean drops his fist to sit next to you on the couch. “Do you think you can bring her over too?”

“I got Beau here, didn’t I? I only watch one episode and here we are…” you grin at Beau who didn’t say much since he ended up in your bedroom. He sits on the floor, staring out of your bedroom as he cannot leave it. Thanks to the curse, magic, or what the fuck is going on with your dreams. “Let’s have a Supernatural marathon. We need episodes with you and Baby and sex…”

“Count me in,” Dean grins. “I want my BABY!”

“Can you...” Beau finally speaks up, “bring my daughter here?”

“Uh-it only worked when I got naughty dreams but—” you bite your tongue. “We could try. I mean…I didn’t want to bring you here. I’m sorry. You were just so hot, and I got…”

“Horny,” Ben grunts. “We won’t share, buddy. If you want a girl, look somewhere else.”

“I can’t leave the bedroom, genius,” Beau talks back. “How’d you all get out of here? Dean, Jensen, and you can leave the apartment too.”

“We fucked like champions,” you glare at Soldier Boy. “What? It’s the only way.”

“That so?” Beau looks at Sam. “But the big guy over there said he never fucked her.”

“I-uh…we kinda…” Sam’s cheeks turn red as his brother slowly turns his head to look at him. “I thought it was a naughty dream and kinda went down on her. She sucked my dick and then…I realized it’s not a dream.”

“He wasn’t too bad,” you grin at Sam. “A pity he refuses to give me that dick. I’d like to help him leave the apartment. Well, his loss.”

“You mean I need to have sex with you to leave the bedroom?” Beau’s eyes drop to your exposed legs. “She took all of you?”

“Sometimes all of us at once,” Soldier Boy grins proudly. “She’s good at taking dick, buddy. All of her holes are golden.”

“Sir, you shouldn’t talk about a lady like that,” Beau points a finger at Ben. “This is…inappropriate.”

“It’s fine,” you wink at Ben. “Soldier Boy got a nasty tongue, but he makes it up with said skilled muscle most of the time.”

Ben’s eyes drop to your crotch. He darts his tongue out, teasingly licking his plump lips.

“She loves my mouth on her.”

“All you talk about is sex,” the newest addition to your weird bunch says. “What about the lives you left behind when she brought you here?”

“People always wanted me to save them,” Ben shrugs. “In this world, they don’t know me. I mean…they sometimes think I’m Ackles, but that’s not the same. I give them an autograph and move on.”

“What about the people dear to you?”

“I got my brother and—” Dean looks around the room. “I miss my friends, but this world gives me a chance to live the life I always wanted to. No monsters. No fighting to stay alive. No more losing people we love. I gave enough. It’s my time to get the good things in life.”

“This is my world so,” Jensen looks at you with darkened eyes. “I still go my life, career, and the people I love. Y/N is a nice addition.”

“Watch your tongue, actor boy,” the hunter warns. Dean glares at Jensen, still angry that he got the Impala. “I’ll be watching you.”

“I can still beat the shit out of you,” Jensen puffs his chest. “Come and get some if you are brave enough.”

“That ended well for you last time,” Sam sighs deeply as his brother and his fake twin are ready for another round of Ackles vs Winchester. “Jensen with all due respect, Dean is much stronger than you.”

“No fighting,” you point a finger at Jensen. “You know the rules. If you fight, no sex for you.”

“Not again,” Ben growls. He angrily balls his hands into fists, ready to keep them from fighting again. “One month was enough.”

“Y/N, can you please explain how I ended up here again? I’m still a little…I don’t know. Confused?” Beau asks as Jensen and Dean raise their fists. “Guys, maybe you can help too?”

“Uh-sure,” Dean drops his fist. “We told you before that Y/N dreamed of us having sex. One moment I was sound asleep, and the next I was standing in her bedroom.”

“Same,“ Jensen mutters.

“I was fighting some bank robber, and then I was in her bedroom.”

“So two of you were asleep, but you were awake,” Beau hums. “I was asleep too.”

“Same,” Sam adds.

“Ben, no lying,” you tut. “Tell us what you did.”

Ben pouts.

“Please, I need to know,” the sheriff softly asks. “We are all friends here, right?”

“Maybe I was a little high,” Ben sheepishly admits. “When I take the good stuff, it feels like I’m in a dream world. I just walked away from the bank robber and stepped inside her bedroom.”

“So, if the drugs count, we all were asleep when she got us here,” Beau concludes. “That’s a start. Now we only need to find out if she got special powers.”

“Why did we not think of this?” Jensen furrows his brows.

“We were busy screwing the life out of our girl,” Soldier Boy shrugs. “Who cares how we ended up here? I want to stay. If you all want to leave, go ahead. More pussy for me.”

“Stop with the crassness,” Beau warns now. “You can’t talk like that about Y/N. She’s not a piece of meat or a fleshlight you can use to get off.”

“You don’t even know her, sheriff,” Ben grins. “Not like I know her. She’s so warm and soft inside. I would kill to be inside her cunt.”

“Sick bastard.”

“Loser who can’t leave the bedroom,” Soldier Boy smirks darkly. “Aw, you didn’t get any yet. I bet you’ve got blue balls already.”

“ENOUGH!” you snap at Soldier Boy. “No sex for you for a week.”

He grunts.

“Two weeks.”

“Maybe I should go out there and find some other girl to—”

“Fine. Go ahead,” you get up from the couch and storm toward your bedroom. “But if you fuck some other bitch, never come back.” You slam the door shut behind you and lock it. “If anyone tries to get inside, I’ll stab you!”

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you,” Dean mutters. “She’s our girl. Only because of her, we made it here. I like my new life.”

“Not cool,” Jensen huffs. “I knew you were trouble…”

Inside your bedroom, you curl into a ball on your bed. “Sorry,” Beau sighs deeply. “I shouldn’t have said a damn thing.”

“No, it was nice of you,” you give Beau a cracked smile. “I’m sorry that I brought you here. If only I knew how to send you back home.”

“Hmmm…maybe we can find a way together,” Beau gets up from the ground to sit on the bed next to you. “We just need to have a little patience.”

I swear, if that dude touches Y/N I’ll break your neck,” Dean growls at Ben. “It’s your damn fault she locked all of us out!”

“He was an ass.”

“Not helpful,” Jensen runs one hand down his face. “We are fighting for over four hours now. Can we just stop? Maybe we should apologize to Y/N and do something nice for her instead.”

“Fuck me,” Dean stares at the car parked in front of your apartment complex. “But we didn’t watch the show or anything.”

“Uh-it’s not the real one,” Jensen throws the keys to the Impala at Dean. She’s one of the cars we used on the show. Not the original, but the next best thing.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“She belongs to you, Dean. I was only the one bringing you…I mean my role to life. But you are him and-“

“Thank you,” the hunter grins. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“Maybe you should go for a ride with Y/N,” Jensen jerks his head toward you carrying bags with groceries. “After we helped her carry the groceries inside.”

“Good plan…a very good plan…”

“Okay, what are we all doing in here,” Soldier Boy grumbles in the backseat of the Impala. He must share the backseat with Jensen and Beau. “And why can the sheriff now leave the bedroom.”

“We made sweet love, Soldier Guy,” Beau grins. “While you all were busy fighting each other, I spend time with Y/N. She’s a lovely woman and I worshipped her.”

“Can we go for that ride now?” You slap Dean’s thigh. “Come on, let her roar Dean. I wanna hear her purr for me…”

Part 4

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[dukeoftheblackstar]

vamp boba thots? :D

Vampires are the ultimate Sugar Daddy and I'm beyond willing to fight anybody who disagrees.

You no longer want to be a basic bitch who works a bajillion hours a day, buy shit you don't need (yes bestie, close that tab right now it's for your own good), whine about being broke, and cry while you contemplate on either living off coffee or wine. You want that good shit.

And by good shit, you want old money. Because bestie, old money is eternal. It doesn't just get you in clubs and VIP passes, it gets you in that exclusive room full of old men whose pockets run deeper than the bags on your eyes (: Some probable illuminati bullshit because these men don't die, they just stay old and rich.

If it pleases the court, Count Blah Blah, Boba VampBoba!

NSFW under cut. Lazy writing.

blood mention and vampire stuff idk

death mention and more vampire stuff idk

MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICES.

You're old enough to fuck and yet here you are, making horrible choices for yourself because you saw something shiny on the internet and decided to buy it. Thus, leaving your broke ass self daydreaming that a Sugar Daddy would just take you away.

But you know, you don't actually want the DADDY, you just want the SUGAR.

And by SUGAR I mean that sexy, black, business card DADDY lets you play with while he sits on his chair talking about stocks and other shit that that just screams money. You think they're all the same so you just swipe, dress pretty, act dumb and make excuses to not touch old dick because only money matters.

You obviously made the wrong choice because bestie, dick matters too D:

QUID PRO QUO.

We'll just get right into it because Count Boba Fett does not have time for your foolishness.

He doesn't appreciate the filth you bring to his good name. You get what you give and clearly, you're not giving much.

You can't expect to blow his money without blowing dick hun, that's just the law. It don't matter if he has concubines left and right, if he calls for you, you answer.

HEAD.

So head, right? He wants you on your knees slobbing on his knob like it's the 24th century BC where blow jobs were discovered. He wants you to explore and revel on that dick like it's your only saving grace because bestie, he's no merciful god. He can destroy you as much as he can destroy that punani.

He likes your mouth wide open. Goes absolutely berserk when you run your tongue along the fangs you now have while he sits on his throne rubbing one out.

If he's feeling generous, he'd not only wipe his pre-cum on your lips, but trace those dangerously sharp fangs with the tip of his cock. If he's in a good mood, he'd wipe it on your tongue.

But no make mistake, the count is not a very nice man. He old, he cranky.

You're not allowed to close your mouth unless he says so. He wants your tongue drip with saliva and his cum while you wait for his command. And if he's feeling extra frisky, he'd have you do a pre-meal on an unsuspecting victim so it's a hot pool of blood, saliva, and cum.

If you so ever move your mouth to close, the Count won't hesitate to give you a proper slap. Along the lines of:

"Now what did I say about keeping that mouth open, hmm?" He'd hmm the shit out of it while he whacks your chin and cheek with a slickened, hard, cock. He won't be soft on it either, you're gonna feel it rattle your jaw and hear him hiss because he might have whacked you with his raging erection a little too hard.

DO NOT BE FRIGHTENED, PRECIOUS BABY GIRL BECAUSE HE CAN BE GENTLE TOO.

And by gentle, I mean he'd massage your cheeks with your mouth open so when you're ready to be blessed by this fanged lord of darkness and bats (maybe he likes bats idk), you won't pop drop and lock it on his god-tier dick.

Hand on top of your heard with fingers under stray locks of hair. A tender graze before pulling your hair back so you'd look at him and wince because miss'ma'am, nothing on your face will ever look good than a rundown mascara with tears on your cheek after he dick fucks your mouth so deep you felt death for 0.03 seconds.

He also values the glow of your skin and what's better than nature's natural moisturizing properties? Cum of course. Best you remember bestie, we want that glow up ;) not throw up ♥

He likes to cum on your face, all over. Having you desperately lick where your tongue can reach because he's not about to down you in cum after prodding your throat like that because you're a princess and you deserve to call his name when he's ready for that cute lil P ♥.

SHOULDERS.

The Count is a bit of a clean freak sometimes and doesn't want making a mess of himself. Here's where you come in, huntie ♥ You make the mess for the count because he is not about hat life of buying you a Rolls Royce without something in return.

So there you are, sitting on the balcony fences with your knees spread and your ass barely supporting your weight. One wrong move and you fall to your death. But not to worry fam, I gotchu ♥

Boba's right behind you in full support as he just stands there with his chin on your shoulder and his breath hot against your ear.

He tells you to spread your knees wider and if you ever buckle and close them, he'll throw you off to your death.

Dangerous man, our count is. YUM. Like sir? Pls dick me down before you throw me to my death, am I right, bestie? Yes. Deffo. Now stfu and let the man work.

Mindful of the sharpened nails, he has his fingers over your panties in an excruciatingly slow motion. Tracing every curve of your now soaked lips, pressing, tapping, and flicking that precious bean through the cloth.

He'll probably do some stupid shit like lick the the side of your neck and nibble on your tongue, prodding you through the cloth.

He has a shoulder kink. He'd bite your shoulder. That's it. Idk what you're expecting but he will bite your shoulder. Maybe kiss it, lick it, leave a hickey, idk what to tell you babe.

NECKS. Total Vampire Kink, I tell you.

He'd grab you on the back of your neck and pull you to him, turning you to face him for the lulz. He doesn't need a reason, bestie. He'd do that shit while you're reading a book just so you could suck him off while he reads the morning paper, he don't care.

He'd run his fingers through the back of your neck slow and barely touching the skin. It's the only thing saving you from -- Oh shit, well no. He'd do that and THEN grab a handful of your hair and force you into a very steamy, tongue-tied, fang licking kiss until you beg him to to stop by pushing him off because he about to suck the life out of you.

As a very concerned citizen, please take swimming lessons and extended breath concentration lessons.

On lazy days, he wants to just rub his face all over the back of your neck, the sides, all over you neck. Like bitch, he didn't buy you 1283891273812937 perfume to let it go to waste.

He'd bite you. Sometimes love bites, sometimes hate bites because you should not be that cute of a baby girl when he's in meeting with other dignified vampires.

Sometimes he'd just bite you to taste your blood again. Then let it rain blood and you two can just roll into the blood bath and make out that scene in Heart Shaped Glasses by Marilyn Manson (shits hot for me)

I would say knees and toes here, but I got nothing. Sorry fam, dumb brain. I also need to know more about Vampires (:

For you @kimiheartblade

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

Patch Me Up

Pairing - Vampire!Diluc x Fem!Reader

Warnings - 18+ NSFW, Blood kink obviously, marking kink, biting kink, sharp teeth BARK BARK, fingering, semi public sex??? I mean you guys were in a different room but it was still in a public establishment lol,

Word Count - 1.9k

Other Comments - Bro this idea was just way way way too good to pass up shout out to the anon who requested this because you know what's up; you got some good ass taste. And yes this does have Twilight vibes, what about it.

Ask - VAMPIRE DILUC SMUT I FUCKING BEG YOU

Diluc was a very secluded man, always keeping up thick walls, borderline impossible to penetrate; but there was something about you. You enraptured him, always wearing a bright kind smile when you saw him. Most people found his stand off-ish personality jarring, to which they regarded him with side eyes and cold shoulders unless asking for alcohol.

He looked forward to when you would come into his tavern, it was easy to spark up conversation. You quickly became one of his regulars when you first came into the tavern a few months ago. At first he regarded you with the same cold yet professional tone he regarded most of his customers with; but when you weren’t put off by it and asked how his day had been he was surprised to say the least. After that it was always a high point of his day asking you how your adventures were.

Today was different. You strolled into the tavern at your usual time, but when that door opened a strong delicious scent washed over Diluc. It made his mouth water and his throat burn. When he looked up to see what was going on, to see the cause of his bodily reactions, he saw you limping in; bruises and cuts covering your exhausted body. This was bad. You smelled way too good.

Diluc’s hands became clammy under his gloves, and a sheen of sweat formed on his forehead. He wanted- no, needed, to taste you. To drink you. You smelled almost candy-like, similar to when all of the sweet flowers came to bloom; but better. Diluc’s fists curled into tight balls behind the counter as you approached. He wanted to tell you to leave, to stop walking towards him, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

Were it anyone else and he would’ve quickly been able to shut down the issue by telling them to go see someone who could patch them up first, but this was you. There was something else too, something in the back of his mind. He was worried for you.

“Hey, how’s my favorite bartender doing?” Your voice was raspy, from what exactly Diluc didn’t know, but he wasn’t surprised from seeing your current state. Something in him warmed when you said that though.

“Uh, fine. More importantly, shouldn’t Barbara be patching you up? Why are you in my tavern bleeding on my floors.” Diluc tried to make his voice harsh, but it came out more sarcastic and joking. You chuckled in response to his statement.

“What, you can’t help me?” Diluc stiffened. You wanted him to help you? Why? He has shown no knowledge of medicine, let alone any real concern for you.

“I have no knowledge of medicine, why would you want me to patch you up?” Diluc was more than confused. There were so many other people you knew who were so much more capable of helping you. He was starting to get irritated, not particularly by you, but by your scent. It was driving him crazy and he was surprised he was able to keep his composure as well as he was right now.

“Listen you need to get help before you come in and drink (y/n). Not only are you obviously tired and hurt, you smell.” Shit. Shit you were gonna get suspicious of him and-

“No shit I smell! I’ve been sweating up a storm fighting things, Master Diluc.” Diluc was taken aback by your words, which seemed to be a running theme tonight. You just wouldn’t stop saying the oddest things.

“You’re not going to leave unless I help you, aren’t you?” You smiled victoriously as you shook your head ‘no’. Diluc sighed, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He just had to get through this, then everything would stop. All the saliva, the burning of his throat, the sweating, the desire for you.

It was only when Diluc retrieved a few bandages from the emergency kit he had prepared and he began bandaging up your various cuts, did he notice just how attractive you were. Diluc had removed his gloves, and your skin was so soft under his surprisingly delicate fingers. He wanted to make sure he didn’t cause any discomfort to you, so he treated you like a thin sheet of glass.

There was a softness to him that he didn’t think existed anymore. He didn’t think he was capable of being so gentle with someone. You somehow brought out the best in him, in just the short time you’ve known each other. He never thought he would be able to get so close to someone again. Fuck he really liked you.

“Diluc, you don’t have to be so gentle with me; clearly I can take a beating.” A chuckle rumbled deep in the man’s chest, his crimson eyes never leaving the injury he was dressing.

“Pardon me for wanting you to be comfortable.” You giggled, and it was the most melodic noise he’d ever heard. He wanted to hear you laugh more.

Despite the soft atmosphere, there was still something primal deep within Diluc. He could feel it grow with the more time he spent taking in your delicious scent. If Diluc could blush, he was sure his face would be deep red by now. He wanted to take you right here and now, in the cellar where he kept all his beverages that weren’t needed behind the counter. He delicately moved some of your hair out of your face so he could get to a small scrape on your left cheek. He saw a blush rise to the high points of your cheeks, which only egged on his desire for you. All he could do was stare deep into your eyes. You were breathtaking.

Within seconds both or your lips collided together in a heated kiss. It was fierce and heartfelt. His hands grabbed at your body for purchase, and vice versa. It had the both of you panting, with each intake of oxygen you sent wafted over him stronger than ever before; you were like an addictive perfume. Without thinking Diluc pulled away, staring at your flushed face.

“Let me taste you, fuck I need to mark you up. Make you mine.” You nodded your head feverishly. Diluc’s mouth attacked your neck within seconds of your response, and suddenly his teeth punctured your skin. You blood landed on his tongue and he was addicted. You were his new favourite drug. You tasted exactly like he’d imagine, sweet and light; something he’d never get enough of.

“D..Diluc what-” Before you could finish your sentence, Diluc’s mouth unlatched from your neck, some of your blood smudged at the corner of his mouth.

“Shit (y/n) I apologize, you just.. Fuck you taste so good. I mean you smell so sweet but you taste even better I couldn’t control myself.”

“Diluc, are you like a vampire or something?” You chuckled a little, voice still a little breathy. By the tone of your voice, Diluc knew you meant that as a joke but when he didn’t respond the look on your face changed. The silence weighed heavy on top of Diluc, borderline suffocating. Diluc couldn’t meet your gaze.

“Keep going.” Your voice was soft, just above a whisper, as you moved your head to expose your neck even more. Diluc’s gaze snapped back up immediately to yours, then down to your neck. Then his gaze drifted further down. He was hard.

He attacked your neck once more, getting taken away but how good you tasted. After a few moments, a small moan escaped your lips, so quiet that Diluc would’ve missed it were he not have been hyper aware of your breathing. Once again Diluc’s mouth left your neck, but this time his hands started to roam down towards your pants. He stopped just before unbuttoning them.

“Is… is this alright (y/n)?” You didn’t even respond verbally, just nodding enthusiastically before gripping onto his shoulders. Without anymore hesitation Diluc unbuttoned your pants and almost ripped them off of you. He quickly pinned up against the wall of the cellar, as he pulled your panties to the side and rubbed your clit. Your breath hitched in your throat, before a low moan escaped your lips.

Fueled on by your noise, Diluc retracted his hand from your clit and shoved two of his fingers into your already sopping cunt.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.” His fingers worked you open, as his dick strained against his uncomfortably tight slacks. He was becoming impatient, but he wanted to make sure you were nice and open so he didn’t hurt you. After a few more minutes of fingering, he could tell you were starting to become impatient as well.

“Diluc please, I need you. I need to feel you deep. Ah fuck Diluc please.” The strain in your voice when you said please shot straight to his dick, and who was he to refuse you? A dark smile graced his usually stoic features, and you shivered with anticipation. Diluc pulled his fingers out of you, before he licked his fingers clean. Everything about you was just so fucking delicious. Soon enough Diluc freed his hard cock from his pants. There was precum beading on the tip.

He picked you up, lifting you over his cock, before slowly lowering you down. Once you were finally sat right at the base of his dick, your back was once again pressed up against the wall, as he started to finally thrust in and out of you. It was slow for only a few moments, before he began a punishing pace. His hand had already gone to cover your mouth, muffling your loud moans. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long, you were so tight, but it seemed you were in a similar boat, as your walls constricted around him.

Your moans were growing in volume and pitch as you got closer and closer to the edge, and Diluc’s breathing was becoming labored, letting out low groans and growls. Before either of you knew it, both of you were cumming. Before you could finish, Diluc sunk his teeth into your neck one more time. He rocked both of you through your orgasms, before pulling away and setting you back down on the ground. He made sure to keep an arm around you though, just in case your legs decided to give out.

Slowly but surely both of you began to dress yourselves again; attempting to make yourselves presentable. After a few moments of silence, you spoke.

“So you’re a vampire. Do you have any cool powers?” You had a lopsided smile on your face, as Diluc chuckled and softly nudged your shoulder. You really were something else.

[naalbinder]

phoebe bridgers // elliott smith parallels

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BEfu6YZ7XbdHFZBXthIpN?si=6bf8fc460eba4d33

E - Riot Coming - “Sat down in jail with this friend of mine/Who'd never close both his eyes/But one was shut all the time/To cover the thing he was scared of”

E - Stupidity Tries “To sail across the sea of trash”

E - Going nowhere - “The old records are sitting on the floor/The ones I can’t put on anymore”

E - Clementine - “Anything to pass the time/And keep that song out of your mind”

P - Smoke Signals - “One of your eyes is always half-shut/Something happened when you were a kid” - “burning trash out on the beach” - “You said that song'll creep you out until you're dead”

E - Miss Misery - (music videos on the same street)

E - Easy way out - “While I watch you making mistakes/I wish you luck I really do” “I heard you found another audience to bore”

E - Looking Over My Shoulder - “Another sick rock ‘n’ roller acting like a dick”

E - Placeholder - “I'm the person you'll never need/The biggest loser on sixteenth street” - “Just like my favourite song/Some pretty words that didn't last that long”

P - Motion Sickness - “I'll be glad that I made it out/And sorry that it all went down like it did” “You said when you met me, you were bored” - “Hey, why do you sing with an English accent?/I guess it's too late to change it now”

E - Some Song - “Help me kill my time cause I'll never be fine”

P - Funeral - “Jesus Christ i'm so blue all the time/And that's just how i feel/Always have and i always will ”

E - Bled White - “Happy and sad come in quick succession/I’m never going to become what you became”

P - Demi Moore - “I got a good feeling/It doesn't happen very often”

E - St Ides Heaven - “With an open container from 7/11”

E - A Fond Farewell - “A fond farewell to a friend”

P - Scott Street - “With an open heart, open container” - “Anyway, don’t be a stranger / don’t be a stranger”

E - Last Call - “And I think I’m all done, you can switch me off safely/While i’m lying here for sleep to overtake me”

E - Roman Candle - “I’m a roman candle/My head is full of flames ”

P - Killer - “But when I’m sick and tired/And when my mind is barely there/When a machine keeps me alive/And I’m losing all my hair/I hope you kiss my rotten head/And pull the plug” - “Tame the fire in you”

E - Georgia Georgia

P - Georgia - “Georgia, Georgia, I love your son”

E - Twilight - “That you are already somebody’s baby”

E - See you later - “Made out of a night train”

E - King’s Crossing - “Instruments shine on a silver tray”

P - Chelsea - “You are somebody’s baby” - “For a chemical imbalance/You sure know how to ride a train” - “With a needle on a tray”

E - Christian Brothers - “No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around/Christian brothers gonna take him down”

P - Would you rather - “Quarantined in a bad dream/He's half the man and you're twice as tall”

E - Son of Sam - “Son of Sam, son of a doctors love a nurses touch/Acting under orders from above”

P - You Missed My Heart - “A feeling of relief came over my soul/I couldn't take it any longer, and I lost control”

E - Bye - (instrumental)

E - New Monkey (Instrumental)

P - DVD Menu - (instrumental)

E - Coming up roses - “And you're coming up roses everywhere you go/Red roses follow”

E - Rose Parade - “Said, Won't you follow me down to the Rose Parade?”

P - Garden Song “They're gluing roses on a flatbed/You should see it, I mean thousands”

E - Condor Ave - “I don’t know what to do with your clothes or your letters”

E - Baby Britain - “Fights problems with bigger problems/Sees the ocean fall and rise/Counts the waves that somehow didn’t hit her/Water pouring from her eyes/Alcoholic and very bitter”

E - Say Yes - “I'm in love with the world/Through the eyes of a girl/Who's still around the morning after”

E - Seen How Things Are Hard - “You just didn't care/You were off getting drunk instead”

E - The Biggest Lie - "Oh, I just told the biggest lie/ I just told the biggest lie/The biggest lie"

P - Kyoto - “And you wrote me a letter/But I don't have to read it” - “I wanted to see the world/Then I flew over the ocean/And I changed my mind” - “I wanted to see the world/Through your eyes until it happened/Then I changed my mind” - “I'm gonna kill you/If you don't beat me to it” - "Guess I lied/I'm a liar/Who lies/'Cause I'm a liar"

E - Memory Lane - “Your little house on memory lane ”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Angel in the snow/all crushed out on the way you are”

E - Last Call - “And I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me”

E - New Monkey - “For the millions of fans ignoring the bands”

E - Waltz #2 - “I'm never gonna know you now/But I'm gonna love you anyhow”

E - Amity - “I'm a neon sign and I stay open all the time”

P - Punisher - “The house where you lived with Snow White” - “But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers” - “What if I told you/I feel like I know you?/But we never met” - “The drugstores are open all night/The only real reason I moved to the east side”

E - Some Song - “Yeah it's halloween tonight and every night”

E - Pitseleh - “I got a joke I've been dying to tell you/A silent kid is looking down the barrel/To make the noise that I kept so quiet”

P - Halloween - “Baby, it's Halloween” - “I hate living by the hospital/The sirens go all night/I used to joke that if they woke you up/Somebody better be dying”

E - Shooting Star - “So bad, so far/You made me sad/Shooting star/You're distant and cold/And a sight to behold/Everybody just sighs”

E - Satellite - “When they call it a lover's moon, the satellite/'Cause it acts just like lovers do, the satellite/A burned-out world you know/Staying up all night/The satellite”

E - Everything Reminds Me of Her - “Why are you staring into outer space, crying?/Just because you came across it and lost it”

P - Chinese Satellite - “Took a tour to see the stars/But they weren't out tonight/So I wished hard on a Chinese satellite” - “Sometimes, when I can't sleep/It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things” b- “Instead, I look at the sky and I feel nothing/You know I hate to be alone/I want to be wrong”

E - Coast to Coast - “Still you're keeping me around/'Til I finally drag us both down (Gonna drag us both down)”

E - Little one - “The moonlight tonight/Seems to belong to me” - “One more/Little one, I love you”

E - Coming up Roses - “The moon is a sickle cell/It'll kill you in time” “While the moon does its division/You're buried below”

E - Everything Means Nothing to Me - “At attention, looking backward in a pool of water/Wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder/Who keeps singing over everything”

E - Pretty Mary K (Other Version) - “oh Mary K, I can see your face/down there in the waves, painted and erased/but I know it's just a reflection of the moon”

P - Moon song - (52) “You asked to walk me home/But I had to carry you” - (53) “And if I could give you the moon/I would give you the moon” - (54) “You are sick and you're married/And you might be dying” - (55/56) “And you pushed me in/And now my feet can't touch the bottom of you” “But you're holding me like water in your hands/When you saw the dead little bird”

E - New Disaster - “Everybody is the same in this long no-win game/Where every new blood/Gets time to become resigned” - “Until everyone knows that your smile is just a ghost/The ghost of your smile was seen on a body in the park”

P - Savior Complex - “Baby, you're a vampire/You want blood and I promised” - “All the bad dreams that you hide/Show me yours, I'll show you mine”

E - Oh well, Ok - “If you get a feeling next time you see me/Do me a favor and let me know/Cause it's hard to tell, it's hard to say 'oh well, Ok'”

E - Last Call - “You're a tongueless talker/You don't care what you say”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Only a cold still life/ that fell down here to lay beside you”

P - ICU - (58) “But I feel something when I see you now/I feel something when I see you” - (59) “I hate your mom/I hate it when she opens her mouth/It's amazing to me/How much you can say/When you don't know what you're talking about” - “laying down on the lawn” “if you’re a work of art/I’m standing too close/I can see the brush strokes”

E - Happiness / The Gondola Man - “What I used to be/Will pass away and then you'll see/That all I want now/Is happiness for you and me”

E - Whatever (Folk Song in C) - “Whatever you're doing now would probably suit me fine/If you're all done, like you said you'd be/What are you doing hanging out with me?”

E - Big Ballad of Nothing - “You can do what you want to whenever you want to/You can do what you want to there's no one to stop you”

P - Graceland too - “Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment” - “Whatever she wants (Whatever you want)”

E - Bottle up and Explode “Bottle up and go/I can make it outside”

E - A Distorted Reality is Now a Necessity to be Free - “God knows why my country don't give a fuck” - “Shine on me baby, because it's raining in my heart”

E - Alphabet Town - “Alphabet City is haunted”

P - I Know The End - “There's no place like my room” - “To some America First rap country song” “Driving out into the sun/Let the ultraviolet cover me up”- “I'll find a new place to be from/A haunted house with a picket fence”

[alecmagnuslwb]

But Please Don’t Bite - @doubleredweek Day 6

Read on AO3

The number one rule about the Bats is to always, always stay away from their fangs. It’s no secret that despite Bruce’s strict no killing rule they’re the most lethal of the pseudo super families.

The rule especially applies to the Arrows, wolves and vampires don’t mix; they tolerate each other at best. The years of petty bitching between Oliver and Bruce at every Justice League meeting should be proof enough of that.

Roy Harper however never found a rule he didn’t at least want to tamper with. Befriending Dick Grayson, a creature of the night not a creature of the hunt, had been his big teen rebellion, but oh boy that’s going to look like he stole a pack of gum and promptly returned it immediately out of guilt in comparison to this.

Because right now Jason Todd’s fangs aren’t just within spitting distance which he knows Oliver would consider risky enough, they’re pressed right up against his throat.

Roy’s not totally sure how he wound up here, not that he’s complaining in the slightest when Jason’s lips travel down to the base of his neck his fangs slipping out the tips just barely grazing Roy’s pale skin.

Teaming up with Jason in the first place had been an accident, a wrong place wrong time incident that Batman’s most complicated son helped him out of. From there he’d just kind of stuck, Jason didn’t necessarily need the help, but he didn’t turn it down either and Roy couldn’t seem to stop. It was fun working with someone whose style wasn’t exactly like his and Jason’s wry sense of humor and handsome face were nice to be around.

There was just something captivating about Jason that Roy couldn’t seem to step away from even though every lesson he’d ever been taught told him he should. Captivation quickly turned into a crush, a silly unrealistic crush a werewolf had on a vampire, which quickly then became something more. Roy found himself in so deep, so quickly he knew no matter what they were, no matter if Jason felt more than obvious mutual attraction to him, he was going to be sticking around for a long time.

So, here they are now with months’ worth of tension spilling out in a cold, dark alleyway with a pile of unconscious drug dealers stacked up on top of each other not ten feet away.

“Jaybird,” Roy says just as he nips at the delicate skin of Roy’s jaw, not quite enough to break the skin and draw blood but damn near close enough. The action makes him think of the speech he got from Oliver years ago, a warning about remaining on guard whenever a Bat was around.

“Just because he’s been training them all for years to reign it in doesn’t mean they aren’t creatures of habit,” he’d said. “They’re connected to their base urges just like we are. We can’t resist the moon when we lose focus, they can’t resist blood when they do.”

He groans, he really doesn’t want to be thinking about Oliver right now, and damn if Jason doesn’t seem wholly focused anyways.

“Don’t worry,” Jason says pausing his trail along Roy’s neck in favor of kissing him once, biting at Roy’s bottom lip when he pulls back. “I won’t bite,” he pauses again placing a slow gentle kiss on Roy’s jaw. “Unless you want me to.” He winks once at Roy before gently tilting Roy’s head to the side slowly working his way down the other side of his neck.

And sweet baby Jesus Jason bleeding him dry is the least of his worries he’s gonna die on the spot from his lips alone.

“No really Jaybird,” he says making absolutely no attempt to put a stop to it when Jason grips his waist tight and pulls him in closer pressing the length of his body right up against Roy firmly pressing him into the wall. “We should,” he pauses struggling to get through his intended sentence when Jason does something particularly pleasant with his tongue. “We should talk about what’s happening here.”

Jason pulls back his face still dangerously close to Roy’s. “I thought it was pretty obvious what was happening here.”

Roy huffs a little laugh reaching out a hand to delicately hold Jason’s sharp jaw. “I don’t mean this, this. I mean this in general,” he explains waving his other hand between them.

“So clear,” Jason says flashing his fangs a little when he smiles.

“Jay,” Roy says seriously, his words may be unclear, but Jason knows exactly what he means.

Jason sighs tilting his head up into the night air the glow of the moon, just a few days away from Roy’s time of the month, catching on the scar along his eyebrow and the white streak in his hair illuminating them. The motion causes Roy’s hand to slip down to Jason’s neck still holding lightly.

“You mean how vampires and werewolves aren’t supposed to mix and how your dad fucking hates my dad and they’ll absolutely both lose it if they find out about us?” Jason says his head tilting back down to look Roy in the eyes. The usual blue of his eyes is halfway gone being swallowed up by the vampire red that only comes out in anger or desire, a strange and mesmerizing purple line across them where the colors mix.

“I don’t give a fuck what they think, Bruce is always gonna be Bruce and let’s be real your dad just hates Bruce specifically, his issue isn’t with us,” Jason continues and Roy decides not to argue it. It’s technically true, Oliver doesn’t hate Dick or Jason or any of the other Bat kids but that doesn’t mean he’ll be thrilled if one of his kids starts sleeping with one of them. “Except maybe Damian, but Damian just kind of has that effect on people.”

Roy smiles amused, he actually kind of likes Damian as brash and rude as the kid can be.

“I guess they don’t really need to know if we start fucking in alleyways anyways, huh?” Roy says somewhat defensively protecting himself. He wants it to be more than just this, but he knows Jason isn’t exactly open to emotionally complex relationships. This might be all he’s willing to give. “Unless some siblings of yours catches us and blabs.”

Jason surprises him kissing him once on the lips light and soft not at all like the kisses they’ve been sharing since he punched out the last of the goons took one look at Roy and just pounced.

“You don’t have to do that,” he says and Roy just gives him an innocent look like he has no idea what Jason is talking about. Jason clearly doesn’t buy it. “You don’t have to act like this is just fucking in an alley. Which for the record we absolutely are not doing we may be nearly indestructible creatures of the night but I’m fairly certain there are some diseases down here that could very much take us both out.”

Jason leans forward touching his forehead to Roy’s keeping them close.

“I know I’m an emotionally stunted bloodsucker, but I’d like to try and not be with you,” he says closing his eyes. Up this close Roy can almost count every single one of his thick dark eyelashes. “Well the first part, can’t really do anything about the bloodsucking.”

Jason’s skin is cool to the touch just like it always is chilly fingers slipping under the edge of his vest. Roy’s warm hands stroke absentmindedly where they still rest on Jason’s ice-cold neck, it should make him shiver, should be such a contrast to the wildfire that always runs in his veins but Roy can’t feel it, he just feels warmer than he’s ever felt before.

“I’d say let me buy you dinner and then that sounds like a great plan, but you don’t eat,” Roy says with a chuckle leaning in once to press a quick kiss to Jason’s lips.

Jason snorts pulling back just a bit, but staying close. “How about you take me to blood bank?”

Roy nods pushing himself off the wall entangling his fingers with Jason’s. “A cold, clinical blood bank? How romantic,” he says swinging their arms back and forth as he drags them out of the alley.

He knows that sooner or later the fallout from this is going to cause an absolute shitshow incident between their families, but everything before and after that is going to be so much fun.

[mochegato]

Hope on Board

Chapter 11 - Zombies and Vampires and Werewolves, Oh My

Chapter 1     Chapter 10

“Are we ready?” Dick asked, looking to Marinette instead of looking around because ultimately, it was more a matter of whether she was comfortable and felt prepared than what they had.  He really didn’t care about the movie or the snacks. He was just ecstatic to have Marinette in his arms and without worrying about making her feel like throwing up if he touched her wrong, or at all, or even looked at her.

Marinette looked around, taking stock of their supplies in the dark room.  They had their huge bowl of popcorn, some chips, cookies she had made for them to snack on, disgusting looking cheap candy that Dick liked pushed as far away from her as it could be, she mentally thanked God she was almost completely over her morning sickness, otherwise she’d already be throwing up due to the smell alone, water, sodas, and ginger ale in the refrigerator.  They had enough supplies to feed an entire group and she recognized that, but she couldn’t stop herself from going overboard for Dick.

“I think we’re ready.” She nodded firmly. “We’re ready for an entire movie marathon if we wanted,” she chuckled self-consciously.  

Dick smiled and pulled her closer against himself. “I’m okay with that.  As long as you’re cuddled up against me and I can sneak kisses from time to time, I’ll be happy.”

She grinned up at him.  “Who says you have to sneak them?”

Dick grinned at the invitation and leaned down to give her a slow, sweet kiss.  He pulled away, gazing into her eyes affectionately and rubbing her cheek gently with his thumb.  “Are you comfortable?  Do you need another pillow?”

Marinette giggled and looked around them.  “Dick, I think we’re good.  I think if we stacked up the pillows, they’d be taller than me.”

Dick pouted.  “I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

She cupped his face and pulled him down for a sweet, chaste kiss.  “I know. Thank you.  It means a lot.  Now, what did you choose for the movie?”

Dick looked back to the television and started navigating to the show he wanted to watch.  “I thought we could maybe watch that zombie show everyone is talking about. I keep hearing how amazing it is. They just released the entire series so we could binge on it.”  Marinette tensed in his arms.  He looked back at her apprehensively.  “Or… we could watch something else.”

She looked up at him guiltily, a frown pulling the corner of her lips down.  She started fidgeting with her fingers.  “I’m sorry. I just… zombie stories… it just brings back some… um… flashbacks?”

Dick raised an eyebrow at her. “Flashbacks?  Flashbacks to what?”

“Paris.  Akuma. One of the most effective ones we had. She turned almost everyone in Paris into one of her zombies.”  She shuddered at the memory.

He nodded and ran his hands over her arms. “Millions of zombies wandering around wanting to get you… yeah, I can see how that would be terrifying,” he soothed in an understanding voice.

She shook her head.  “It wasn’t really the zombies that were so scary, it was… have you ever seen your friends give themselves up in order to give you a few extra seconds to get away?  That’s what I see.  Not the monster coming.  My friends falling.  The look in their eyes.  The blood. The…”  She stared at her hands for a few moments before glancing back up at him with a humorless smile.  “Sorry. I just brought down the tone of the night.”

He shook his head.  “No, not at all.  We’re supposed to be getting to know each other better, right?  This is a part of you I never knew about.  I want to know.  And, I have. Seen people give themselves up to save me, I mean.  Not a mindless monster, but… yeah, I’ve had friends and family put themselves in the path of a rogue or a henchman in order to give me time to escape.  It… it makes you feel unworthy.”

She nodded along with his words.  “Undeserving.”

He nodded in agreement.  “Even knowing I would make the same choice.  I’m sorry you had to go through that.”  He pulled her in for a hug and nuzzled into her hair to comfort her.  “Any other horror movie tropes we should stay away from?”  He tried to lighten the mood.

Marinette pulled away to think about it.  “Growing up in Paris is kind of like a double edged sword when it comes to horror movies.  They aren’t really scary anymore because we’ve seen them all in real life and the movies could never match how terrifying it is in real life, when your or your friends’ or family’s lives are actually at stake.  But on the other hand, it triggers flashbacks.  

“I mean we had zombies, obviously, werewolves, vampires, chainsaw wielders, ghosts, gremlins, invisible terrors, baby killers, like, babies that killed, literal nightmares come to life, apocalypses, firestarter, that one was particularly gruesome.  I couldn’t go near any kind of flames for months.  Mermaids, not the like, kid’s movie version.  The drag you under the water to drown you kind.  We’ve had shapeshifters, water monsters, dragons, dinosaurs… I think the only horror story creature we didn’t have is Frankenstein. But evil, deranged monster only concerned about his own desires, creating amalgamated creatures to enact his psychopathic will… yeah, almost daily.”

Dick stared at her blankly for a few moments, trying to process everything she just said. “… No horror movies, ever.  Got it.”  Dick nodded absentmindedly.  “I never knew it was that bad there.  Were you ever… did you ever… I mean… I don’t know what I mean.”  There were so many questions he wanted to ask, but he didn’t know if he was ready to hear any of the answers.  He wasn’t ready to hear the suffering Marinette had gone through. She shouldn’t have had to have gone through any.

“There are so many questions that could be.  I’m going to need a bit more direction,” she chuckled mirthlessly.  “Did I ever get hurt?  Yes. Did I ever become an akuma? No.  Did I ever kill someone as an akuma?  Also no.  What did it feel like?  I don’t know. Was I the mermaid?  I wasn’t.  Did I get eaten by the dinosaur?  Eh.” She made a more or less motion with her hand.  “Did I ever date any of the heroes?  Pass.  Did I ever date any of the akumas?  Once, to distract him so Chat could get him.  Didn’t work.  Did I ever have to watch my family get hurt or killed?  So much.  Did I have to watch my friends get hurt or killed?  So often.  Did I ever die?”  She paused for a few seconds before shrugging in what she hoped was a nonchalant way. “Which one?”

Dick froze.  His chest stopped rising and falling.  He slowly licked his lips as he prepared them to form the words he didn’t want to say.  “Let’s start with have you ever died?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d miss that.  I wasn’t thinking when I said it and then couldn’t take it back.”  She looked away and took a deep breath.  “Depends on the timeline.  I don’t remember dying.  I’m pretty sure that was a different me?  Oh,” her face fell as if just remembering something.  “I guess this me died a few times too.  But I’m still here so that doesn’t count, right?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to formulate his reaction.  She had died. She was gone.  Why did everyone in his life die?  He would have never gotten the chance to meet her, to imagine their life together, their baby.  “… I’m pretty sure it does.  How… um… but…”  

“One of the ladybug miraculous’ powers is reversing the damage done by miraculous users, including deaths,” she explained calmly. “The Eifel Tower was destroyed and brought back sooo many times.”

Dick nodded at her words, not really registering them.  She had died and she was so calm about it.  He studied her more intently.  She was looking away, her body tense but trying to appear relaxed.  No, she wasn’t calm about it, she just wanted him to be calm. She didn’t want to scare him.  He took a deep breath and smiled for her, but still didn’t know what to say.  He hugged her closer instead.

She stared at the popcorn bowl for a moment and grabbed a handful, popping one of the kernels into her mouth.  “We even had a popcorn monster once.  That one was amazing though.  Like… have you ever seen the episode of Scooby Doo where the monster trapped them in a giant vat of Scooby Snacks or where the monster was a giant Cotton Candy glob?  It was like that.  Hilariously ineffective.  Everyone kind of enjoyed that one.  Alix set up a projector and put on an impromptu outside movie experience.”

She was making a joke.  She was trying to lighten the mood.  He could work with that.  “Well that,” he reached over and stole some popcorn from her, “sounds fun.  And that cure thing would be helpful.  It would certainly be useful to have here.”  She chuckled at his attempt.  “Okay, how about a comedy, or a romance, or a Disney movie?  Something happy.”

Marinette nodded.  “That sounds good.” She watched as he scrolled through the movie options. “Oooh, how about that one?  I love the Princess Bride.”

Dick smiled, “As you wish.”

She looked up at him with a curious expression, unsure if he understood the significance of the phrase.  She turned to the movie and snuggled further into his chest deciding he didn’t and that was okay.  It was still really early in their relationship.  There were things she loved about Dick and she loved being with him, but she didn’t know if she loved him.  She imagined he felt the same.  They were getting closer and she was positive they were going to get there.  Until then, she enjoyed all the time she got to spend with him.

He ran languid fingers over her arm as the movie started, enjoying the way her skin felt under his fingers, relishing that he could feel her.  That she was there warm in his arms, not laying cold and dead in a box.  He slowly moved his fingers to stroke her side and circle her hip, down along her thigh and back up, dipping across her lower back. She ran her fingers up and down his chest in response.  They slowly became firmer strokes, getting bolder and running along the hem of his shirt.

His touches slowly became more caressing and lingering, lengthening the path and getting brasher.  He grazed along her breast as his hand passed.  She swallowed heavily, pushing further into his chest and moved her leg over his, rubbing it up and down along his leg.  Their eyes were still focused on the movie, but neither was watching anymore.  They both waited for the other to be the first to break and move their supposedly innocent movie night into something more.

Dick was the first one to break when Marinette dipped her pinky just below the waistband of his pants as she traced his abs.  Not far enough to touch anything sensitive, but enough to send his mind racing and let him know she was interested in doing more than watching the movie.  He cupped her face, staring intently at her for a few seconds before diving in to kiss her. She melted into his kiss.  He moaned as her tongue slipped in to meet his. She pushed up to deepen the kiss and grant him more access to explore her body with his hands.

He pushed their stockpile of pillows out of the way and twisted them to lay her down on the couch.  Her hair splayed out on the remaining pillow and she looked up at him with half lidded eyes.  He traced the lines of her cheek and jaw, looking at her in amazement.  The light from the movie was reflecting off her hair and eyes.  She had pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she gazed up at him lustfully.  Her shirt was pulled down just enough to get a good view of her breasts and the top of her lacy bra.  Her hands were running up and down his sides and back causing shock waves of pleasure through him.  “God, you are so sexy,” he murmured almost subconsciously.  

Her lips formed a sultry smile as her hands found their way to his neck and brought him back down to her lips.  She whimpered as his lips caressed hers and his hands massaged her.  She reached down and started pulling on his shirt.  He caught her intention and ripped it off, throwing it away to the side. It landed over the television, obscuring their view of the movie neither had any intention of watching.

Chapter 12

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Pairing: Max Phillips x female!reader

a/n: i know we’re all on board of the Din Djarin train but this is..... something lol. also happy halloween everybody, i managed to finish this earlier than i thought i would, and i’m so happy!!!! i hope you like it!!!

warnings: tw blood, smut +18, this has almost zero plot, soft ooc Max, but also dark and rough Max 😈 mentions of sexual harassment. maybe some unrealistic smut, but hey, I know you don't care! also I wasn't planning on that ending, but…. you’re welcome

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“Does it hurt?” You ask him one night when you’re nestled against him on the couch. A corny horror movie is playing on TV, but you can’t bring yourself to pay attention to it.

“Just the first puncture.” Max’s voice makes his chest vibrate against you. “Like when I first fed from you, remember?”

It’s been almost two weeks since you told Max you wanted him to turn you. You’ve thought about it for a long time, months even, and you decided you wanted to be with him forever. At first, you weren’t sure if he was going to go with the idea, given that you’d never shown interest in becoming a vampire. But you’ve been with him for years and you have no plans of leaving him that soon and asking him to turn you into a vampire was a huge step, not only in your relationship but also in your life.

So he asked, about a million times, if that was what you really wanted. That would mean abandoning your old life, leaving friends and family behind, to live eternally by his side. Honestly, you’re not against it. You and Max might as well be married by now, knowing and living with each other for so long. It just made sense.

Max told you he wanted to make it special, surprise you with it. You know he wanted to give you some time to appreciate your last days as a human being. He was thoughtful that way.

When you first met him, though, you were sure you hated him with all your guts. He was very charming, you’d give him that, but the way his ego was the size of a hot air balloon turned you off completely. Max had tried to go out with you for the longest time, making your life at the office very difficult, always flirting and calling you pet names, but never going beyond that. It wasn’t until he fired a particular guy who had been harassing you for the longest time, that you took an interest in him. Max defended you, staying by your side and believing your allegations against that particular man. Then, you started to think Max Phillips wasn’t that bad after all.

You decided to give him a chance after that and, despite your expectations being very low, he actually exceeded them over the top. He even paid for dinner and didn't harass you the entire night. Who knew he could be such a gentleman?

Well, almost seven years later, here you are, your legs on his lap as you both chill on the couch of your shared apartment.

“Are you gonna miss me as a human?” Your voice is shy and quiet, full of uncertainty and doubt.

Max tears his gaze away from the television and looks at you, his brows furrowing for a moment before he softens his look.

“Well, yeah,” he replies, honestly.

Not expecting that answer, your jaw drops and you kick him in the ribs, knowing he won’t feel a thing. Max laughs and grabs your calf before you can kick him again, turning his body to face you.

“I mean…” He starts, pulling your legs towards him. You easily slide down on the couch, your back now flat in the cushions. “Will I miss feeling your warm, soft body under mine when I fuck you?” He cages you slowly, setting himself between your legs and pressing his body against yours. “Yes. Will I miss your scent when you get wet?” He grabs your outer thigh abruptly and you gasp in surprise. “Absolutely. Will I miss the taste of your blood?” Max gently presses his lips on the column of your neck and you close your eyes, groaning with the sensation. “You bet your cute little ass I will.”

“Max…” You whisper his name when he lets out a low growl, intertwining your fingers on his hair.

You can feel his fangs scraping against the skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. He knows your heart is beating like crazy inside your chest as he buries his face on your neck. With the touch of his sharp fangs on the skin of your neck, you embrace yourself for the familiar light pain, wondering if it’ll hurt more when he turns you into a vampire. Usually, Max bites you when things are hot and heavy in bed, and most times you don’t feel a thing, just a puncture followed by the pleasant feeling of him licking the wound. But now… Now you’re kinda scared it’ll hurt. And you like it.

Max hums and smiles against your skin, kissing his way up to your lips. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Shut u–” You gasp when he slips his hand between your legs, caressing you over your pajama pants. He approaches his lips to your ear and you shudder in pleasure, tightening your grip in his hair.

“But will I absolutely love to see you as a vampire?” He continues as you mewl under his touch. “To see your eyes turn red when you’re hungry for blood? To feel your body on mine, and to not have to hold back? To be with you forever?”

“I–” You try to speak, but your words are cut short when Max tugs the waistband of your pajama down and dips his fingers between your folds.

“Babe, I’ve been waiting years for you to ask me to turn you.”

With that, he slips two fingers inside you, watching as your breath hitches. His thumb meets the bundle of nerves and starts circling it, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You bring his lips to yours in a passionate kiss and you moan on his mouth when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot you love so much.

"Oh, baby," you whimper, already close to your climax. "Max, fuck–

"Use your words, babygirl." He demands, a dominant one in his voice.

"I-I–" You try to speak.

"You want to cum, right?" He smiles when you nod, biting your lip.

Max presses his lips against yours again and then starts a trail of wet kisses until he reaches your pulse point. You shudder in anticipation, your breath heavy as the sensations overwhelm you. Once more, his fangs tease your skin and you feel the minimal prickle of them followed by his warm tongue massaging the spot. And then your legs shake and you're moaning his name over and over as you let it all out, coating his fingers with your fluids. 

He doesn't stop until you're pushing his hand away from you, squirming with overstimulation. Then, he waits for your breath to be even, his body still caging yours, your fingers still tangled on his hair. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper at the sensation of his thumb brushing against your sensitive clit.

“So, you’re not gonna leave me for a warm soft human, once I’m a vampire then?” You say once you’ve calmed down. Max snaps his eyes up to look at you. You’re smiling but he knows you mean it deep down.

“Knowing you could kick my ass? Never.” He teases. “And I don’t want to.”

“Aren’t you gonna get tired of me?” All of sudden, your tone sadder this time. “I mean I’m gonna be immortal, right? Just like you…”

Max smirks at you and rests his chin on the valley of your breasts. “Aren’t you gonna get tired of me? It’s the whole eternity, baby.”

“No,” you answer without a beat, frowning. “I mean, you are a dick most of the time, but I love you. I’d never–”

You interrupt yourself when the penny drops and Max just raises his brows. Rolling your eyes, you shake your head and look away, pressing your lips together.

“Babe." He adjusts himself so he can approach his face to yours. "I don't care if you're a human, a vampire, or a fucking elf…"

"Do elves exist?" You ask, widening your eyes.

"It doesn't matter." Max shrugs your question away. "The point is. Whatever you are, however you wish to live, I'll never get tired of you." He gives you a peck on the lips. "Wanna know why?"

The smile that comes to you is impossible to suppress as you kiss him once more, mumbling on his lips. "Why?"

"’Cause you have a nice ass." He whispers slowly.

"I am going to beat the fuck out of you." You don't flinch as you speak on his lips; Max chuckles and reaches to cup your jaw, deepening the kiss.

"Oh, and also I love you," he says when he pulls away from you.

The laugh that comes out of your lips is soft as you shake your head, biting your lower lip.

"Who knew that, to keep Max Phillips on a leash, all you had to do is have a nice ass."

Max laughs and gets off of you, grabbing your hand and pulling out of the couch.

"Come on." He starts pulling you to the bedroom. "I have to finish what I started."

…

Max is up to something.

You know it because he'd never paid for a hotel room for the two of you to spend the night after a date night. And he just texted you, telling you to wear that red dress he loves so much because he was going to take you to dinner and then to a hotel room.

Deep down, you know what's going to happen, but you decide to shove this thought away.

He'll pick you up at seven, just after work, which is in an hour and a half, but you can't help but start getting ready already. You feel your stomach twist with the sudden change in Max's behavior, but try to take a couple of breaths to calm yourself. You're sure it's nothing. Maybe he got promoted and wants to celebrate.

Yeah, that's what it is. A promotion.

The dress is one of the many he bought you, but it's his favorite. Low cut, silk material, hugs your curves and it's tight in all perfect places. Red. His favorite color, naturally. You put on some makeup and try to do your hair, but your hands shake slightly in anticipation.

Eventually, you're done with a few minutes to spare. You try to get distracted, putting a video on your phone to pass the time, but the jitters in your stomach are always there. When Max texts you, saying he's waiting for you, you take the apartment's key, turn off the lights and take a deep breath before leaving.

"You look gorgeous, babe." He greets you with a kiss on the cheek when you enter the car.

"You like it?" You smile, smoothing the dress when it raises, exposing your thigh. You know he likes it when that happens, but you feel nervous and you have to do something with your hands or he'll know.

"I love it. You know it."

You give him a smirk as he starts to drive to the restaurant with a hand on your thigh. His thumb traces circles on your bare skin and, occasionally, his fingers slip to your inner thigh as he scratches lightly on your sensitive skin. He knows what he's doing, he can smell your pheromones when you get aroused, which is why he's trying to turn you on right now.

Max is a little shit and he knows it.

"You okay?" He asks nonchalantly, glancing at you briefly before returning his eyes to the traffic.

"Y-yeah." You stutter, swallowing hard. He doesn't say anything else, but you see the smug smirk on his face.

After you arrive at the restaurant and take your seats, you finally ask him what's in your mind.

"What's the occasion?" Your eyes are on the menu, but your heart is in your throat.

"We're celebrating," he replies, setting the menu down and looking into your eyes.

So, it is a promotion. See, nothing to worry about…

"You got promoted, then?" You look at him surprised, ready to congratulate him. But he frowns his lips downwards and shakes his head.

"Nope." Max shrugs and looks at the menu again.

A quiet pause hangs between you two and you feel your heart speed up, the twist in your stomach coming back stronger than before. You see a half smile on his face and you fucking know he listening to your body's reaction.

"W-well." Your voice trembles. "Then, what are we celebrating?"

"You'll see."

Just like that, you’re all nervous again. Not even the food calms you down once it arrives, having lost your appetite despite Max telling you to eat. Regardless, dinner lasts forever and Max even orders a dessert, making it last even longer. But he still doesn’t tell you the reason for all this until dinner is over and you’re both at the hotel room’s door. You feel like your heart is going to burst in your chest as he takes the card and inserts it in the keyhole.

“Baby, just breathe.” He pauses and looks at you for a moment. You look into his eyes, those inviting, warm eyes that always made you feel calm and safe, and take a deep breath, nodding.

When Max opens the door and lets you in, you see the biggest suite you’ve ever laid eyes on. The door leads to a room with dark wallpaper and black carpet. The bed is huge, with a golden duvet, the nightstands and desks covered in small candles, lighting the room dimly. You take some time to observe the room as you hear Max close the door and walk behind you.

"Max…" Your voice trembles. "What's the reason for all this?"

"I think you know, honey."

His voice suddenly gets dark and low, and you audibly swallow, your heart speeding up as you feel his lips on your neck. He gently nibbles on your skin, sending a wave of pleasure and adrenaline through your entire body; you shiver, letting out a shaky breath and closing your eyes.

“It looks like a ritual.” You joke, then pause. "I'm scared." You confess before you can stop yourself from telling the truth.

One rule of your relationship with Max is always to be honest with each other. Especially because he can sense things better than you. Whenever you got mad, or upset at him he'd always know and ask you to tell him the truth. You liked that about him. Even though it irritated you sometimes.

"I know," he mumbles into your skin and then gently takes your chin, making you look at him. His eyes are already glowing red when you look at them, but his gaze is soft at you. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," you answer with no hesitation.

Max then crashes his lips against yours in a rough, yet firm kiss. His hand cups the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him and you open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. Pulling you towards the bed, Max hooks an arm on your lower back and sits on the mattress as you straddle him, lacing your hands behind his neck.

You grind your hips against him and he groans, squeezing the flesh of your hips and guiding you on top of him. Max tugs at the thin straps of your dress, pulling it down to let it fall on your waist, revealing your breasts to him. He doesn't waste time and cups them roughly, kneading, and pulling at your nipples roughly. You breathe heavily on his mouth, gasping and whimpering, while you fumble with the buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie and pulling it off of him.

He runs his nails on your back, making you moan and throw your head back; his lips connect with your neck as you grind hard on him, your climax building up more each second. Your skin already glistens in the glow of the candles with sweat, your moan getting louder as Max teases your skin with his fangs.

“Max!” You whimper, your begging tone like music to his ears.

“Not yet.” He growls and easily switches positions, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you on your back.

He kneels on the bed, eyeing you like he’s the hunter and you’re his prey. Max takes his time as he shrugs off his shirt and reaches for his belt. Your hands tremble as you pull your dress over your head, and hook your thumbs on the elastic of your underwear.

“Don’t move.” Max orders as he undresses. A feeling bubbles in your stomach, anticipation making your shiver as you look at him fisting his cock in his hand. “Stay like this.”

The smell of sex and sweat reaches your nose and you wonder if it’s stronger for a vampire. You guess after tonight, you’ll know.

“You wore this for me?” He asks as he leans down, hooking a thumb on the elastic band of your lingerie. You give him an innocent look and nod, your lips curving into a sweet smile. For a moment, he smiles too, before he pulls your underwear to the side and dips his fingers into your folds, moaning when he finds you soaking yet. “Oh, baby…”

“Max…” You close your eyes, whining his name.

“I love it when you say my name like that.”

Max then adjusts himself on top of you and enters you, giving you no time to get used to the length of him. Through the seven years of your relationship, you had sex with Max countless times, in any way you could possibly imagine. But not like this.

Not like tonight.

Tonight he's rough. Feral. And it's not like he's never been rough with you. Tonight it’s different for some reason. He’s different. Or maybe you’re different. You don’t know. It’s hard to think when he’s pounding hard into you, his hips slapping against yours, hitting that sweet spot over and over.

It’s like he was holding back all these years and is finally letting go. You feel his cock stretching you and hitting hard against your cervix that you worry for a second if you’re going to bleed. But you bet he’d like that.

“Fuck– Baby–” Max groans in your ear. “I– Shit, you feel so good–”

You moan loudly when he cups one of your breasts hard, pinching your nipple. The climax is almost there, you can feel it as you tangle your fingers on his hair and pull hard. Max groans and moans and you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Sorry, baby, but I– fuck, I lied.”

His words seem to pull you out of your pleasure haze and you pull your brows together, looking at him with confused eyes.

“What–” You try to speak, but when you feel the sharp of his fangs on your neck, you gasp.

“This is going to hurt.”

You barely register his words before you feel him closing his mouth on your neck and biting into your skin. The pain doesn’t come right away, instead, you feel a pressure, and then, moments later, it feels like fire. It spreads from your neck through your entire body and you feel it everywhere. Max groans as he drinks your blood and you feel the vibrations from his voice as tears blurry your vision. At some point, you don’t know if you’re going to cum or pass out. Maybe both, because you finally feel yourself clamp around him, the waves of pleasure hitting you stronger than usual. You shake and whimper his name, nails digging on his back as you moan and gasp.

And then everything goes black.

…

Max pulls out of you at the moment you blackout. His lips are smeared with your blood, his eyes still glowing red. He drank enough of your blood to taste it like he never did before and he wondered why he didn’t turn you sooner.

Well, he knows why. The idea had to come from you, he couldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to. Losing your humanity isn’t like choosing which place you were going to order dinner from.

He remembers what it felt like. Being an immortal creature, freshly turned, thirsty for blood, and craving violence. So, he promised himself he’d take care of you. He’d help you, teach you how to be a vampire. You’re his partner after all.

Max sighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Leaning over, he presses his lips on your forehead and tucks you in, knowing that when you wake up, you’ll be a different creature. He climbs off the bed, reaching for his trousers on the floor; with another sigh, he shoves his hand on the pocket of them, pulling a black velvet little box from it. The diamond ring glistens in the candle lights and he smiles to himself, knowing for a fact you’ll love it.

Finally.

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Prince of Wishful Thinking (Tom Retrospective): Tough Love or The True Monster

Hello all you happy people and welcome back to Prince of Wishful Thinking, what is usually my look at the life and times of Tom Lucitor but since I NEED to cover the season 3 finale as vital part of Tom’s story, we’re taking one last look at the tragic tale of Meteora Butterfly before the finale sends these two stories hurtling together. You’d THINK this would be the last detour of this already sizeable arc.. and you’d be wrong as i’ll also be covering Kelly’s World, as I feel it’s vital for both “Curse of the Blood Moon” and “A Boy and his hard to remember title”, as it provides extra context for Marco’s anguish in the former.. and provides extra evidence for why a CERTAIN MOMENT in the latter pisses me off to no end.. seriously even when as universe dies and the only people left are Frankllin Richards and Galactus, there will still be a little note reading “Fuck how they treated Kelly” written in all caps so Galactus remembers to yell it. 

So sadly that DOES mean it’s been three entries in this retrospective in a row that either haven’t feature Tom at all or in the case of the last episode only had him in short cameos. I mean we did get his love affair for pie but we also got a creepy goblin man forcing his girlfriend and best friend to kiss each other, his best friend being WAY to eager to jump to that conclusion, and neither considering using Marco’s Scissors because the writers only remember he has those half the time in Season 3... and clearly I ddn’t either as I forgot to mention that plot hole, something @jess-the-vampire​ brought up to me. Sadly I DID forget to consult on this when we talked earlier this week , and she’s not online as I write this so I won’t have her insight for this one. 

But if you want some Tom content, i’m happy to share my crossover ship for the boy with you. I’ve been shipping him with Octavia from Helluva Boss lately.  Because of course it’s Helluva Boss, i’ve not been at all subtle with my obession with it and much like Letterkenny, X-Men and Dragon Ball Z Abriged it is a love I never plan to be subtle about. 

But I just think they compliment each other well: They have contrasting atittudes, and tastes in music, but seem like they’d share hobbies. Like taxidermy.. I could see Tom buying this... demonic combination of a badger, a skunk, a deer and my nightmares Octavia is preciously holding up.

Granted I also feel tom would both animate them with their dead souls.. and then use his new woodland friends of the dammned as a chorus to sing “Can You Picture That” from the Muppet Movie, because that’s what my mind does on a regular day. I think the contrasting attitude creates great chemstiry and it made me also realize I have a thing for ships with directly contrasting home lives.  Tom has two loving decent parents who deeply love one another and at worst simply didn’t reign in his worse behavior because it was standard for demon stuff. Octavia in contrast simply has two parents, one who DOES love her and tries his best, but his best includes calling his side piece “My big dicked blitzy” right in front of her and hiring said side piece to guard them, and her mother who clearly thinks so little of her daughter’s emotional well being she hired a cowboy to shoot her daddy dead in the middle of a large crowd. The point is I think they’d be adorable and they both badly need to be happy after being emotionally fucked over by people they care about. 

But  alas my new ship will have to wait as we marginally important things to get down too.. things that will impact both this season and the next’s endgame and utterly destroy Eclipsa and Moon’s relationship for good. Sound fun? Well if so join me under the cut won’t you?

We open in the Pidgeon Kingdom.. and things aren’t exactly great.. and by that I mean Meteora stomped a hole through it and ravaged the place and Rich demands blood.. and vengance.. and possibly blood vengance. But not Tekken Blood Vengance.. he already has like 5 copies of that on dvd. Still needs it on Blu Ray though, hook him up if you got it. 

So Moon and Eclipsa are trying to smooth this over/find out which way did she go George which way did she go, and are angrily dismissed after they try Rich’s patience, not helped by Eclipsa not being familiar with the Pidgeon Kingdom because they hadn’t slaughtered everyone who used to live there yet. Look that’s what happened, Star outright mentions in the Big Book of Spells that htey suddenly sprung up where another kingdom was and no one knows what happens. There was some bird murders up in that place.. or birdur if you will. Some birds drank some human blood. This is what Alfred Hitchock tried to warn us about with his film built on horrifying actress abuse. 

The point is with some more pidgeon-led murder stabbings on the cards our heroines are trying to find her since their attempts to convince Rich not to go on an Archer Style Rampage fell on deaf ears. 

But it’s clear from the second the two are alone both have diffrent priorties: Eclipsa desperatley wants to find the daughter she lost and talk her down from what sh’es become, help her become better and hopefuly heal from the pain she’s been in. She’s lost her husband, her kingdom and centuries. She can’t loose her baby girl too.

Moon on the other hand... clearly has no intrest in helping Meteora or stopping this peacefully. Her first thought is stopping Meteora. Her living through it is not necessary. It’s also clear her racisim isn’t REMOTELY gone depsite Buff Frog and Star’s best attempts and despite learning just how deeply and horribly Mewni’s engrained racism has hurt eclipsa and destoryed Moon’s own family history. To Moon this is just a big monster to fight.. i’ll dive into this more in a bit.

For now our heroines encounter an angry mob. This time their not here for Homer Simpson, but for Meteora as her rampages have destroyd their towns, livelehoods and given some weird guy a hat. It’s the best bit of the episode and i’m embarassed I forgot it happened. 

So with them being no help our queens back out but end up finding some actual help: Eddie! You know the guy from the episode I skipped over... River’s cousin or something like that. He dosen’t have a wiki entry, I do not know why. He’s voiced by Rhys Dharby of Flight of the Conchords Fame whose since made quite the career as a voice actor. No major roles yet that i’m aware of, but a lot of delightful minor ones like this. It’s good to see him he was one of the highlights of that show and not just because he sang this..

Eddie showed up in the Bog Beast of Boggabah and I honestly forgot he was in this episode.. but again, it’s Rhys Dharby. It’s not like suddenly finding out “Aw god dammit Pauly Shore is in this”. So Eddie agrees to help as he’s been tracknig Meteora.. and we find out something troubling: Meteora is getting BIGGER. Gradually, to the point the bog from said episode Is skipped over is drained because she DRANK IT. We also get a great exchange “I’d hate to see the size of her mother” “Actually her father more than helped with that”

Awwwww.... seriously Esme Blanco is a national treasure and has some great deliveries in this one.. and some heartbreaking ones. But before we can get to that it turns out Meteora sucked the powers out of Eddies family.. who he misses..e xcept one guy> That guy can fuck right off. Seriously Eddie is also a national treasure and I wish he’d shown up in season 4. I mean he couldn’t of HURT it. For one it’s Rhys Dharby and for another that season shot itself in the face, both feet, the groin and then the face again enough that I don’t think anything could hurt it as bad as the writers already did. 

But sadly we say farwell to Eddie as he goes out how men have since the begining of time.. deciding to poke a strange creature till it murdered him. Or took his soul out in this case, speaking of which...

Yeah while I couldn’t get Jess in time for this review, she did bring this up in the past: Meteora’s ablility to pull a 

Comes right the fuck out of nowhere with no build up and no explination for it. She DID drain personalites and according to this episode youth.. but that was with a big ole machine. It MIGHT have been intended to be one of Globgor’s powers.. but that makes zero sense, as if he COULD do that, as we saw with Toffee last season when he had that power, also out of nowhere but at least it made a touch more sense given his power was draining magical energy anyway at the time, so adding souls to that isn’t a huge stretch, but as we saw that would’ve been game over for the comission, especially since we DO see him fighting them one on three next season. If he had this power, he wouldn’t be in crystal and I think they realized that, but just tried to act as if his daugther COULDN’T do that and assumed everyone would casually forget. And I get not accounting for me writing about this years later, even I wouldn’t of thought that, but not counting on fans both young and old to latch onto a continuity error? Have you met fandoms Disney, have you? It dosen’t bring the story down entirely and I get WHY ti’s there, so she can nonlethally kill people so we’re not down most of the cast for Season 4, but it feels like an easy win button and one she barely uses despite it being eye beam activated. It should be easy enough to pull, boom, soul suck, win, rinse and repeat. It’s okay to have uber powerful tequniques but they have to have a drawback. For instance the Kaioken from DBZ. It’s a really damn cool technique that gives the user a neat red aura and amplifies poewr.. but the more you amplify the more strain it puts on your body and the more likely you’ll die, and Super later creatively explained why it hadn’t been used since Super Sayian was introduced because said form would’ve sped it up so much it’d be too much for a body to take. Here whie Meteora dosen’t use it in EVERY fight, she uses it enough that it makes no sense this isn’t just her first move for every fight she gets into, mental breakdown or not. 

That being said Meteora’s current mental state as she talks to her mother, having regressed to talking in only a few words and acting like a child, makes perfect sense. Henious already wasn’t in great mental shape to begin with, having a slow sustained breakdown since Marco overthrew her. and now on top of this she remembers her whole life has been a lie, starts to mutate into her natural state at a rapid and likely unehalthy pace, and then finds out on top of all of this Mewni is rightfully owed to her. Given she ended last episode blowing a guy up for rejecting her, it’s not a stretch that given even more power and no time to process anything, Metora would deteroate further. 

Esme and Jessica really knock this scene out of the park as Eclipsa presents Metora with her old doll Bobo and gently trying ot talk to her.. but you also get the fear Eclipsa feels as she tries to awkardly manuver around the fact her daughter is far more unhinged than she was prepared for, even threanting Eclipsa simply because Eclipsa wanted to be called mother instead of mommy. But despite this fear.. Eclipsa wants to help and Walter beautifuly captured metoera as a hulk like tragic figure:a being with low sanity and too much power desperate to be loved by the one person it cares about. And it makes it even more heartbreaking as Eclipsa explains what happened: bad people trapped her , a disfunctoinal society with a racist queen and even more racist subjects has taken hold in her absence... and it’s clear both want opposite things: Meteora wants what sh’es owed, her family back on the throne and Mewni back in her graps, but has lost herself so much to rage, anger and insanity she can’t see it’s not hers to take, while Eclipsa.. just wants her daughter back. She’d be happy just settling down with her and having a LIFE after hers was taken away. Eclipsa just wants a chance to be with what family she has left. It just HURTS to know that despite RIGHTFULLY hating the comission, despite having eveyr reason to take the crown from Moon by force and make the world better by force.. she dosen’t want that. She just wants some peace. It’s selfish... but it’s hard not to be when you havealmost nothing to hold onto. Eclipsa has lost her legacy, her husband and her crown... Meteora is all she has and all she wants and sh’ed of been happy if she just accepted that. If that was enough. 

But the real telling part, and the thing that ultimately makes this go as bad as it does.. is Moon’s reactions to all of this. Sh’es CONFUSED by Meteora having a toy as if that’s foreign to her a monster would, and she’s cleaerly livid , if restrianing it, at both Meteora’s deire for the crown and Eclipsa RIGHTFULLY calling out the state of how things are, and mildly at that. Despite seeing how much damage Mewni’s inherent racisim has done, how it lead to her living a lie, ruined Eclipss, Globgore and Metora’s lives, despite how DESPERTLY her daughter struggles to fight against it, despite seeing firsthand that Monsters can have famiies and lives... she can’t let it go. She can’t see monsters as people. SHe dosen’t see a flawed person who was turned into a metpohrical monster by years of brainwashing and abuse and is slowly unravling under the weight of her true self.. she just sees a threat to her kingdom. She dosen’t see her kingdom as racist, just as it should be. And she dosen’t see herself as stepping down like hse damn well should’ve the MOMENT she found out everything. Because at her heart Moon can’t accept the truth and clings to her racisim. 

And that my friends.. is what ultimately leads to Tragedy. Not Meteora’s unraveling mental state, not Eclipsa’s naitvite. What happens next is ENITRELY Moon’s fault. Whle Eclipsa was failing to get through to Metora, she was trying her best and might of gotten somewhere.. but Moon was already settling to attack.. and does so, making it look like Eclipsa set her own child up. 

A fight ensues, a suprisingly even one... but Eclipsa breaks it up and PROVES her way could’ve worked. In one of Esme’s best performances sshe tearfully tells her daughter she loves her.. that ALL she wants is time with her to make up for what she’s lost.. she dosen’t need a kingdom or her crown or her wand, all things she DESERVES... she just wants her daughter. She just wants to help her baby girl before she goes so far down this path of hatred and vengance she’s alreayd well trod upon there is no point to return to. 

It gets through to Meteora, makes her stop... and Moon TAKES ADANTAGE OF THAT. She then restrains metoera with a magical rock barrier and starts palpatineing her to death. It’s a horrifying moment that ultimately shows who Moon really is.. that when given the chance to let Meteora go, let her CHANGE and grow as a person and help the kingdom.. she instead tries to kill her. When she’s no longer a threat,  hasn’t seriously hurt her in their fight, and could use her power to RESTORE the damage she’s done, fix what she’s broken and help the kingdom grow and mend the bridges racisim has torn down. But all she can see is a monster, and something to destroy.. not someONE to save. 

So Eclipsa does what Moon would do if it were star about to die and saves her daughter, desperatly trying to stop mooon.. and allowing Meteora to get a clear shot and take half of moon’s soul. While Eclipsa is able to stop her from taking the full thing, Moon is left disoreinted and half alive and leaves on insticnt to parts unknown while Meteora escapes. Eclipsa is left alone, devistated and with her daughter truly lost. And the worst is truly yet to come. 

Before we get into final thoughts i’d like to talk about how this scene impacts Moon’s betryal later. To me having rewatched this scene.. it only makes it work MORE making it clear Moon simply can’t fahtom racial equality and that she can’t fahtom that eclipsa had very good reason for doing what she did ... to me it comes off as her using Eclipsa betryaing her as a very flimsy justifcation to not validate her rule and to first retire and then try a coup. That “Well she “BETRAYED” me so i’m fine. “ But in truth... she betrayed Eclipsa first. She attacked her daughter TWICE when Eclipsa was close to getting through to her Her reasons are flimsy.. because i’ts not ABOUT eclipsa, but what eclipsa represents: equality with a race Moon dosen’t see as people. It’s about Moon’s racisim coloring everything tills h’es truly blinded and should have lost everything She didn’t because the ending is a fucking disgrace, but we might get to that at some point, the point here is for all that disgrace’s faults... it did get it right here, and Moon was always portrayed as being unable to let go of her racisim no matter what it cost her or how much her daughter despteratly tried to change her. Trust me as someone whose Dad used to argue that gay marriage meant he should be able to marry his cat, and who still argues against trans people using the bathroom of their choice, I get trying desperatley to change someone who don’t wanna. “Sigh”. 

Final Thoughts: This episode is truly excellent. The writing is top notch as is the voice acting for all involved and the climax isa true, well led up to tragedy. The animation is also on point, with the characters emotions on perfect display. This is an episode I now realize is one of the series best and worth ar ewatch if you haven’ts een it. Truly amazing stuff that gets me pumped for the finale.. and disapoints me in how the series could reach these highs for one finale.. but would sink to it’s lowest point for next seasons.  Next Time on Prince of Wishful Thinking: Star tries depseratly to find her mom, while Marco, Tom and a motely crew of misfits try to take down Meteora and Tom learns the awful truth from the photo booth and wears a zuko ponytail which weirdly looks good on him. That boy can rock anything let me tell you. 

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[darkmulti]

12:39

BTS

Vampire! Taehyung & Jungkook x human!female reader

Genre: explicit smut

Word Count: 1.7K

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A/N: Here’s a little time stamp before I log out😔 This was suppose to be a five hundred word time stamp, but I kinda got carried away👉👈

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⚠️Warnings: rough sex, cum eating, breeding kink, choking, manipulation, biting, squirting, bits of degradation, bits of praising, blowjob, cum play, dacryphilia kink, double penetration, anal, spitting/licking, overstimulation, orgasm, probably missed something

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“Jungkook! Please go faster!” Y/N moans and throws her head back, clenching around the vampire's cock. The other vampire, Taehyung, sat on the chair with his wine glass in hand, stroking himself. “That’s not my name princess.” Jungkook slaps her ass, thrusting a bit harder. “Ah- daddy! I’m so sorry daddy! Please go faster! Please!” The man behind her pushed her face against the wall, then wrapped his veiny arm around her neck. “My little princess is enjoying this, isn’t she? Doesn’t it feel amazing?”

“Daddy, y-your cock is the best cock! P-please cum in me! Please, I-I need your thick, sweet cum in me!” She chokes out, enjoying every inch of Jungkook’s monster cock. “Taehyung!” Jungkook calls out. “Would you like to join us?” Taehyung clears his throat and gets up. He takes one more sip of the wine, before putting it down and spitting on all cock. “Get on the bed on all fours.” Jungkook lets her go and she quickly crawls onto the bed, waiting for her masters. She wasn’t allowed to make eye contact with them, so she kept her head low, but still eyed their beautiful cocks.

“Play with yourself, little one” she looks up at Taehyung, confused. “B-but you said to never touch myself. I-I don’t want to get in trouble.” She says innocently. “I’m telling you now. You listen to me and me only, understand little girl?” Taehyung gets in front of her face and pulls her hair back, so she could look at him. “You know daddy hates to repeat himself.” Taehyung flashes his fangs and sends a sadistic smile to her. “I-I’m sorry daddy, I understand!” While making eye contact with Taehyung, she shoved two fingers inside of herself. The vampire standing in front of her slapped her face with his cock a few times. “Thrust your fingers a little faster princess.” She moves her fingers faster and Taehyung slaps her cheek with his cock again.

“Open your mouth, little princess.” Y/N opens her mouth, taking in Tae’s fat tip. Taehyung fondles with her hair, gently pushing it back, out of her face, while thrusting his cock in and out. Oh boy- Jungkook could’ve came just by sight. She brushes her teeth against his tip and her tongue swirls all around. Her saliva soaked Taehyung’s cock, which made him chuckle. “You want daddy to cum down your throat, princess? Keep fucking doing that!” He throws his head back, showing off his Adam's apple. The older vampire starts thrusting a little faster, making the girl gag and tear up.

She chokes around his cock and curls her fingers inside her, clenching around them. Jungkook comes in from behind, with one hand stroking his cock, his other hand removes her fingers out of her warm, wet pussy and he shoves in his own. The younger vampire imagined his fingers as his cock. Therefore, he recklessly started thrusting them, whilst the human chokes around the older’s cock. She was the first to cum, causing her to moan around Taehyung’s cock, sending vibrations around it. Taehyung lets out a low moan, which the girl was a sucker (literally) for. She sucked harder, wanting Taehyung to cum down her throat. Y/N craved his cum. It was an addiction.

Soon, she got what she wanted when Taehyung finally cummed in her mouth and she gulped it all down just like water, except it was thick and sweet. She smiles and looks at Taehyung while drinking all of it like a good princess. Jungkook behind her was burning with jealousy. The amount of affection Taehyung had received from her, made his blood boil. “Remember little girl..” he slaps her ass then spits into her little asshole. “You have TWO daddies.” He lays another spank on her sore ass. “I-I remember daddy.” She quickly turns around and sits on his dick, kissing him deeply. Jungkook sets both of his hands on her hot ass cheek while she bounced on his cock. The younger vampire pulls away and bites into her neck, sucking a bit of blood out. “Ahh- daddy! N-not too hard. It kinda hurts.” She rests her jaw on his shoulder and Taehyung sits on the bed, pulling her away. “My turn.”

He lays her down and kisses her, while sliding his cock right in. “You want me to fuck my babies into you?” She excitedly nods her head, ‘yes’ and wraps her legs around Taehyung’s waist, wanting to take his whole, hard, fat cock. “Please please please! Shove it in me and call me your little whore, daddy”

“Oh, my little whore likes it rough?” Taehyung's hand lands on her neck and applies pressure, as he pounds his rock hard cock into her, making her scream. He didn’t think twice before pounding her at an inhumane speed, while choking her harder. He spits down on her pussy and keeps going harder into her. “You little bitch. You love this. Dirty cunt, all you want to do is be pounded by us.” Jungkook quickly gets on top of her face and shoves his cock far down her throat, demanding her to play with his balls. “Suck! Suck you little whore! This is what you waited for! You love it when your daddies fuck you rough and raw right?”

She hums around his cock, rolling her eyes back. Her pussy throbbed around Taehyung’s cock, which was somehow managing to go even faster. Both of the males start grunting and growling, until Jungkook gives in, cumming deep down her throat. He takes himself out and spits into her mouth, then slaps her. “You like that? You like me slapping your dirty, whore face?”

“Yes! I love it daddy!” Jungkook smiles and gets off of her. Y/N walls squeezed his cock, and before she knew it, her body gave in and squirted around the man. “Owwiee- slow down daddy! I-it’s stinging!” She cries out, moaning a lot louder. “You did this to yourself whore! You wanted me to be rough!”

She arches her back, tempting Jungkook to slap her tits, which he ended up giving into. He viciously sucks on her nipples and bites down on them a couple of times, just to hear her scream. “Please! I’m gonna cum again!” “Then do it! Cum for me slut, cum for your daddies?” Hot tears ran down her cheeks as her lower abdomen tightly shuts and she forcefully pushed her cum out of her. Taehyung’s seeds shoot deep inside of her, making her pussy more wet, and warm.

“Get on your side.” Taehyung fangs appear, scaring the girl and she immediately gets on her side and waits. They start speaking in another language and at the same time, look down at the girl, indicating that they were talking about her. “D-did I do something wrong?” She asks. “You’ve been ignoring Jungkook.”

“No I haven’t!” She slaps her hand over her mouth and apologizes. “I mean, I’m sorry daddy! I-I really didn’t mean to ignore you. Will you forgive me?” Jungkook gets behind her and lays down. “Depends, what will you do for me?” The younger male hints and brushes his cock on her butthole. She gasped, knowing what he wanted. “U-um, I’m not sure.” Before she could finish her sentence, Jungkook cut her off.

“Are you saying no to me? To your daddy?” She remains quiet and still under him. “Cat got your tongue? Did it just hit you that I own you?” He holds both of her arms back and slowly pushes his cock in her asshole, making her cry. She leans forward, hoping Taehyung would help, but he didn’t. Instead he also laid down in front of her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and slammed into her pussy. “I-It hurts!” Taehyung hushes her and holds her tighter, “this is gonna hurt.” Jungkook pulls her back into his embrace and goes off on her ass while holding her down.

Shocked, Y/N didn't scream immediately, but when she felt that stretch in her hole, she started to wail. Jungkook puts his arm around her neck, stopping her from crying. “If you really love your daddies, you’ll shut up and take it! You wanted us to be rough, you got it. Now take it because there's no going back!” Jungkook whispers in her ear behind her, grunting at times. “So fucking tight! I can feel Taehyung’s cock in you!”

They let the girl bawl her eyes out underneath them until she finally got used to it. She pokes her head out and opens her eyes. They see Taehyung’s eyes right away and he smiles. “Does it feel better now?”

“Y-yes” her tears were constant and uncontrollable. The overstimulation and sting in her core, ass and lips was making her cry. The two men didn’t slow down, ‘helping’ her situation more. The skin slapping was incredibly loud and it turned both of the vampires on too. Jungkook takes his cock out of her ass and pushes it with Taehyung’s cock. His cock forced it’s way inside her pussy, slowing down Taehyung because of the tightless. Y/N screams and cries into her pillow but doesn’t tell them to stop, because they’ll get mad at her. She claws Taehyung’s back, losing feeling in every limb.

The two men don’t mutter a word and continue doing it. Jungkook saw her distressed state and took it out. He slammed back into her ass and she mentally thanked him. “I’m gonna cum again!” She whispers out, weakly. “WAIT!” They both growl and pant, going even harder into her, chasing after their high. “I can’t daddy! I truly can’t!” She whimpers. “Okay, okay cum now! Cum now princess.” Jungkook hissed behind her.

Jungkook and Taehyung flooded her insides with cum, while she trembled under the two. She cums around Taehyung but she didn't stop there because suddenly, she felt a wave push throughout her body, releasing every muscle. Her legs shook for a couple minutes as she tried to catch her breath. Her tears stopped and the two vampires watched her have her first orgasm.

She finally blinks and Jungkook hugs her tiny body. He starts kissing and praising her for taking them so well. Taehyung then snatched her onto his chest and kissed her lips. “You did such a good job, little one. Daddy’s so proud of you.” Jungkook wraps his arms around her and pulls her back into his embrace and Taehyung lays on his side, facing her. The two vampires wait for her to fall asleep, then close their eyes after.

That’s what happens after 12:39

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Not edited like always😙

Xoxo, N❣️

[blackmissfrizzle]

Stay Away

Characters: Sam WInchester x black!reader

Summary: The reader constantly pushes Sam away.

Warnings: Angst with a fluffy ending

A/N: For all the black girls that love Supernatural but don’t feel seen in the show or the fandom

Something heavy was holding you under. Trying your best, you rolled over trying to break out, but you couldn’t. For a couple of minutes, you tried some more eventually breaking out only to go back under the covers to hide your naked body from whoever was unlocking the door.

“Rise and shine, lovebirds!”

Groaning Sam rolled over to protect you from Dean’s prying eye. “Dude, privacy!” Sam threw a pillow at his brother.

“I gave you enough privacy when I slept in the back of Baby.”

Dean set his coffee cup down and came to your side of the bed, dangling a cup over you. “For you, sweetheart,” he winked.

“Thank you.” Your eyes couldn’t quite meet his because you knew he knew you were naked under there.

Sam cleared his throat when Dean lingered too long.

“Oh right, I’m just gonna,” Dean scratched his head and looked around the room. “I’m gonna go outside and get some fresh air.”

Both you and Sam gave his brother tight smiles.

“Thanks Dean!” Sam yelled out as the door closed.

Dean? As in Sam and Dean Winchester? Oh no, this couldn’t be happening. As soon as Sam gave you some wiggle room, you scrambled to get up and put your clothes on.

Sam sneaked behind you laid his chin on your shoulder and kissed your neck. “You’re off in a rush.

Turning in his arms, you had to lean back and get a good look at him. God, he was beautiful. Too bad this would be your last time seeing him.

“Your brother seems ready to go. It’s best I get going.”  

Sam pressed his lips to yours, trying to memorize everything about them. When he finished he pressed his forehead against yours he told you, “I promise to call you next time I’m in town.”

Picking up your bag and heading out the door, you saluted him. “See ya, Sammy.”

He waved goodbye and didn’t even bother to correct you. Suddenly, he didn’t mind being called that.

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It hurt like hell to leave him like that, but it was for the best. You and Sam Winchester could not be a thing.

However, you should’ve known fate was a cruel bitch. While you were working a case, the Winchesters showed up. You could see the surprise on his face when him and Dean came into the morgue.

When the coroner left, it was anything but awkward.

“You’re a hunter?” Sam asked, forgetting about the dead body on the slab.

“Can we focus on work?” When he looked like he wasn’t gonna give up, you tried a softer tone. “Please?”

Sam gave up for now and focused on the body.

“Okay, awkward.” Dean sung, turning the victim’s head to see a nasty bite.

It was clear it was a vampire bite. Just your freakin’ luck. You on a vampire hunt with Sam Winchester. Fate really hated you.

Leaving the morgue, you made a beeline to your car with Sam close behind.

“We could work together on this, you know?”

Shrugging your fed jacket, you gave Sam an once over and had to resist those beautiful hazel eyes. “I don’t work with other hunters. Especially ones I’ve slept with.”

“I don’t know what I did, but let me make it up to you, please Y/N.”

“You’re Sam Winchester, that’s what you did. Everything, everyone you touch ends up dead. I don’t wanna be apart of that body count.” It hurt to say those words, but you had to push him away. No good could come from you and Sam being together.

Despite all your efforts you couldn’t avoid either Winchester. They showed up at the same time as you to kill the nest.

After the bodies were burned you tried to run to your car quickly, but damn Sam and his Daddy long legs.

“What Sam?” Cold and callous was the way to go. You couldn’t risk him trying to get close.

He blocked your path to your car door, giving you no choice but to talk to him. “It’s Sammy.”

“I thought you didn’t like Sammy?”

“When it comes from you, I do.”

You had to fight the smile that was forming on your lips. “Sammy, I have vampire guts all over me and all I really want to do is take a shower. What do you want?”

Sam struggled to find the right words. How does he say to the woman he met for one night only that he has strong feelings for her? When words failed him, he took the next course of best action. Kissing you.

His kiss took you by surprise, but in no time, you caught up. Sam backed you up onto the hood of your car and you wrapped your legs around him, your hands running through his brown locks.

“Sammm,” you whimpered his name when you pulled away.

He refused to let you get away, Sam held you close as possible. “I know you feel this. This connection we have. Why fight it?���

“Because…”

“Because what, Y/N?”

“Because you killed my dad!”

Sam stumbled back as if you gave him your right hook. “What? Who?”

“My name is Y/N Walker.”

Walker? Sam hasn’t heard that name in years. “Your dad is Gordon Walker?” The same Gordon Walker that tried to kill him multiple times.

“Yes and you killed him.”

Still stunned Sam didn’t have time to react to you getting into your car driving away. Once Dean snapped him out of it, Sam was sure he never see you again.

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Demons had sucky intel. Somehow, they heard you were Sam Winchester’s girlfriend and now they were using you as bait.

“I already told your fugly ass that me and Sam Winchester are not a couple!”

The demon bent down to where you were tied up to a post. He slid a knife across your chest with just enough pressure to cause some bleeding to start. “Doesn’t matter either way. Old Sammy boy will come running to save you.”

There was a loud crash behind the door followed by some gunshots. The demon flicked his eyes to black and stabbed you in the thigh. “Looks like the fun just starting!”

Soon, Sam and Dean burst through the door fighting off more demons. It was a bit of a struggle, but they killed every last demon.

Sam ran to you, but you could barely make out his face while going in and out of consciousness. The last thing you remembered was Sam repeating your name, carrying you to the car.

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You woke up in a unfamiliar place and miraculously healed. No cuts, no bruises, no stab wounds.

The door opened to reveal Sam with a bottle of water. “You’re up? That’s good.” He handed you the drink and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Where am I?”

“Our ho- I mean my home.” Sam corrected himself when he saw your glare.

“Thank you for saving my life. Your angel friend, he heal me?”

“Cas, yeah and don’t mention it. You were right anyone who gets close to me gets hurt.”

“Sam,” you sighed, reaching out to hold his hand. “I just said that to get you to stay away. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“My dad.”

Sam hung his head and rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. “Of course. Um, you can stay as long as you like. Dean’s making burgers and they’re really good.”

He made his way out the door, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist. “It’s not what you think.”

“Right,” he replied sarcastically. “I get it, Y/N, you don’t wanna be with the guy that killed your dad.”

“No! I just doubt you want to be with the girl whose dad tried to kill you multiple times.”

“What?” Sam returned to the bed, sitting a little bit closer to you.

You closed the space between you and Sam, your knees knocking into each other. “Listen, my dad was a dick. He raised me to be the perfect little soldier and when I didn’t help him on his crusade to kill you, he practically disowned me. So honestly, I don’t care that you killed him. I’m just sorry that I didn’t try to stop him.”

He kills your dad, albeit your dad was crazy, but he was still your dad and you were worried about how he would feel about you. Amazing, Sam thought.

Effortlessly, Sam pulled you into his lap and stroked up and down your spine. A moan escaped your mouth and you rested your forehead on his shoulder.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Sam turned his head to kiss your cheek. “I kill your dad and you’re telling me you’re sorry? “

“I don’t want you to hate me. That’s why I pushed you away,” you muttered, your voice matching your soft eyes.

Sam pushes one of your errant curls behind your ear, following it with a kiss to your nose. “I could never hate you. Question is: do you hate me?”

“No.” The word was out in an instant and you meant it 100%. Actually, hate was a strong opposite for what you were feeling for Sam.

Before you knew you were flat on your back with Sam attacking your lips. Your hands shot up to his hair so you can run your fingers through them.

You were in the process in getting Sam’s shirt off when there was a loud bang on the door.

“I did not make all this food for it to only get cold. You two can hump like bunnies after you eat!” Dean yelled from the other side of the door.

“Ugh, do we have to?” You whispered already fixing Sam’s clothes.

Sam chuckled and kissed you before getting up. “Yeah or he’ll keep banging on the door. You’ll have to get use to Dean and his childish ways.”

Wrapping your arms around Sam, you rested your chin on his chest. “Does that mean you want me to stay?”

Sam’s face lit up. He picked you up and pushed you against the door. “Yes.”

His lips were descending to yours but were stopped by another knock. “Cut it out you two or I’ll be a cockblocking bastard for weeks.”

“You already are one!” You yelled back.

Dean stumbled over his words trying to come up with a witty comeback.

You snickered at his struggle. “See I’m already getting used to it,” you told Sam.

Sam let you down and joined you in laughter. “I think Dean’s met his match.” He stretched out his hand for you to take. “C’mon the faster we eat, the faster we can finish what we started.”

You smiled, allowing Sam to lead you into the kitchen and undoubtedly an amazing future.

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[derireo]

I've had this in my head for a while, so I'm just gonna ask, from the winter troupe, who do you think are ummmm v i r g i n s (oh God I can't believe I am even asking this sorry omg) if you would like, you can also do the other troupes, i dunno why but I find it interesting in a way (obviously not muku or yuki if you decide to, and also, if you feel uncomfortable with this ask feel free to ignore it! you are the writer after all! take care!❤️❤️

np, anon! to those wondering, very strictly i will not include members who are 17 and under in the game here so please be mindful of that if you do not see a member you like in this post

All Troupes (no members 17 & under): Virgins?

SPRING

Sakuya

Definitely a virgin

You think he's ever held hands with someone in a romantic way??? He can't even ask someone out without quickly changing his mind before going back to ask again. Maybe when he's older and gets out of his cute baby thing, he'll get to bone, but not now. Maybe not ever? Keep him celibate.

Itaru

Definitely not a virgin.

He probably got tired of rejecting people's advances at some point and just cooly agreed to spend the night a few times. Very likely that he barely did any of the work, but still got them to orgasm; he's crazy good for no reason. Definitely really likes being the one receiving, but he's different around you though, and actually makes an effort lol

Tsuzuru

50/50. I have no idea. Most likely a virgin though.

He literally has like 3 younger brothers and juggled a lot of part time jobs along with school; I don't think he has ever had the time of day to pop a boner. His mind is so preoccupied with getting tasks done and finishing upcoming assignments that he's gonna be a virgin for a long while.

Citron

Literally no clue. Maybe not a virgin?

He's 22, and a lot of people tend to lose their virginity in their twenties so who knows with Citron?? He's awfully good at flirting with others and knows how to fluster people, but does he know how to Get Down & Dirty????? Again, no clue. Maybe he bones so well that his victims can't even say anything about it.

SUMMER

Kazunari

Not a virgin probs

Despite how well he socialises with other people, he's not one to just casually have a fling. He does think of other's feelings and how they feel about him, but it's rare for him to take initiative with someone he's interested in. Otherwise if it's the other way around, but he isn't attracted to the person that's coming onto him, he'll refuse and scurry off.

Misumi

Definitely a virgin!

He literally only thinks about triangles and food, there is no chance that he's had sex yet. Maybe if he had a character in the play that required him to be a playboy or something' he'll absolutely fool people into thinking he's been around, but his sunshine personality and tunnel vision towards certain things prevents him from having fun. Don't think he's interested in sex, really.

AUTUMN

Banri

VIRGIN

Mr. Tough Guy over here tries hard to let people know he's been around. Totally, not true. He always brags about having more girls liking him than Juza, and it may be true (since he doesn't seem as terrifying as him), but he has never gone that far with a girl. Sure, he has dated A LOT, has had plenty of girls sit in his lap and has definitely had his fair share of kisses, but he's a virgin. He dumps a girl before he even has the thought of boning.

Juza

VIRGIN

Absolutely no way could he have ever had sex. He's so self-deprecating sometimes, so that's one reason why he hasn't gotten that far with girls, plus he really loves sweets and food so that's probably the only thing occupying his mind. He hasn't even been in a relationship yet because he gets nervous around the people he likes and probably thinks he's not even worth dating anyway. He's probably a good boy though and will wait after marriage.

Omi

Surprisingly not a virgin

Shocking? Not to me, honestly, lol. Again, Omi is a people pleaser, and remember that phase in his life where he was a super tough guy ass kicker??? And rode motorcycles (from what I can remember)??? Of course this man is gonna be a chick magnet, and Of Course I am willing to let him choke me. So, yeah, he's probably fucked once or twice during that time in his life, but once he got into Mankai, abstinate.

Sakyo

Not a virgin, but he'll definitely fool you into thinking he is.

What do I mean? Why, I'll tell ya. He's got a stick so far up his ass sometimes that you can't help but wonder if he's sexually deprived. Like 31 years without getting your dick wet? Absolutely tragic. Anyways, nah, he definitely has a body count higher than 3. May have been quick flings considering he used to work a shady job and got high off the thrill, but he only focuses on Mankai now.

WINTER

Homare

Maybe

He did have a girlfriend at some point, but I don't know how far he would have gotten with her. It seemed like she was so annoyed with him and his lack of emotion that they probably didn't get too far. He is quite the notorious poet though, so maybe he used to have a few groupies??? Is that possible??? Do u think Rupi Kaur has groupies???

Hisoka

. . . Maybe

With his vague storyline about being a spy prior to his amnesia, the only reason I can give for him not being a virgin is solely because he had to have sex for a mission. Like how James Bond has sex with the enemy or something and then gets all the intel of the evil organisation he has to go against (never watched any of the movies). Otherwise, he's a virgin in his life as Hisoka.

Tasuku

VIRGIN

Doesn't care about men or women; too preoccupied with working out and acting that his dick never gets pulled out by someone else. Sure, maybe he'll tug one out because his body demands him to, but he never really was interested in relationships nor does he seem to be someone who finds physical attraction important.

Tsumugi

VIRGIN

Also focuses way too much on acting and working that he doesn't get the chance to. He was in a relationship before if I recall correctly, but he probably didn't have enough time for them considering he was so busy. He has also probably tugged a few out, but only because his body required him to do so. I'm not sure how he feels about sex tbh?

Azuma

NOPE

You can't tell me he's a virgin, it's just not possible. We don't even know this man's age!!!! He's probably a vampire!!!! He's probably been fucking for centuries!!!! And have you seen how well he can flirt? Super crazy. Pretty sure he's a sadist as well with how he always says he likes to be the one playing, plus he always manages to lure out the worst of the boys just for his amusement. Body Count: Out the Roof

[angelisverba]

lick me

in which y/n now knows what is wrong with Harry, but she still doesn’t care.

part two of this

pairing: y/n and vampire!harry

word count: 5k

warnings: sex. dirty, sweaty sex >:)

note: this isn’t edited :o) sorry

    I’ve been alive for hundreds of years. Experienced millions of things.     

    But nothing, absolutely nothing, can compare to the feeling in my chest to watching y/n stir and wake. I am at a loss for the thousands of words I’ve collected among my lifetime, watching her knuckle at her eyes and startled when she bumps her fist against my chest.

    “Oh!” she blinks blearily, yawning. “It’s you,” she says, and cuddles back into my chest. The shirt I put on her last night, after she herself discarded her dress half-asleep, is riding down one of her shoulders. She mumbled something in my neck.

    “What was that?” I ask.

    “I missed you.” She says, her sweet voice still muffled because oh she’s kissing my neck. The pleasant surprise elicits a groan from me, each vibration in sync with ever warm press of her wet lips against the column of my throat. 

    “I missed you too, angel.”

    “Then why did you leave?” she’s not accusing, and she’s not angry. Her voice is soft, quiet, and questioning. Her lips are tingling suction cups. 

“Had to…” I moan again, a deep, guttural thing. 

“Why?” She asks, her lips behind my ear now, biting down my jaw. 

“Zayn. The system. I exposed our… our kind, fuck angel that feels so good.” Every nip sent waves of pleasure down my spine and to my groin. With how she laid presses into my side, I’m sure she could feel me against her tummy. 

She stops, and I whine when her lips stop warming my cold skin. “Harry, I want to know everything.” 

“Darling, I can’t. Not yet.” It’s my turn to kiss one her throat, my lips dragging on her bare shoulder. 

“Why not? Harry, I’m a human, you’re a vampire. I don’t even know your favorite color and if you asked me to, I’d let you bite me. Don’t you understand how frustrating that is for me?” Her tone of voice is agitated, but she’s still not angry. I’m blown aback by her admission. I felt her feelings to me. The undying urgency, the longing, but oh my Satan, did she have to word it like that? 

“Y/n…” I nip once more at the spot where her throat meets her jaw, and move to sit against the headboard, bringing her up with me so she could sit on my lap. 

    “Hell, none of this should have happened. None of it makes sense. I’m letting you have your way with me and I just met you-” y/n is caving in on herself, her arms cupping her cheeks, and chin tucking into her neck.

    “Would you like it to make sense?” I pry her hands away, caressing her baby-soft cheek with the pad of my thumb.

    “What?” She gulps, her gaze dropping to my chest.     “Would you like it to make sense?” My teeth itch in my gums slightly when she huffs and sticks out her chest, my mind providing images of her tits bitten and swollen from my teeth. Fucking cut it out, Harry!

    “Yes..” she said meekly, “yes.” She says again, this time with purpose.

    “We marked. Or rather, I marked on you, and you reciprocated. Bonds between human and vampire are rare, taboo to a certain extent, but it happened. It happened,” I place my fingers gently on her chin, her gaze having shifted off me again and I really need her to look into my eyes. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I tilted her face towards mine, her breath warming my lips in short gusts. Her eyes look frantic, scared, and unsure. Her fingers are knots betwixt themselves, and I know what to do to get them on me. 

    I kiss her. A warm press on her lips, and it takes a moment for hers to press back, but she does so. Tentative, sweet, and sure. Y/n pulls away, her eyes searching mine. 

    No, no not searching. Looking. Basking. Enjoying. 

    A smile toys at the corners of her lips, “You know,” her fingers splay on the skin of my abdomen, “Strangely,” my skin is hot where she touches, and there nothing but innocence behind it, “My heart burned when I thought about you.”     Ah yes, I thought she’d never bring it up. 

    “Mine, too, little angel.” Her lips part in surprise.

    “Really?”

    “Yes. I think it was our hearts telling us we had to be together. And you know… I’m so sorry because…” I’m scared. I’m scared because I don't want her to leave me, and the following words might give her the power to do so.

    “Because, what, Harry?” Her nose scrunches, her eyebrows dipping, skin wrinkling. She’s so cute it hurts.

    “Because that night at the diner? Wasn’t the first time we met.”

    The first time I saw her, was at that stupid club that Louis, Zayn, and I frequent to eat (drunk girls and boys were the easiest to fool).  I’d gone in the same way I always do: bored, and uninterested. At one point in time, biting into the tender flesh of the underside of jaws enticed me. But after so many years, the same old drill bored me. 

    So that night, I’d gone in bone tired, lacking energy, and all I really wanted was to quell my parched tongue and leave as soon as that was done. That smoky, condensed club in the upper part of town wasn’t doing much to change my mind. 

    My nose, on the other hand, was. I’d caught the scent of the sweetest throat. Thin, soft, sweet, and blood pumping fast. A girl. My body tensed, the same way it always did before I fed, and I skipped the ritual sitting and observing in the VIP section with Louis and Zayn. I trailed on the scent, and found her. 

    The prettiest little thing in a white dress too short and too tight for her own good. Sitting on a stool at the bar, and craning her neck, eyes searching frantically. I knew, as soon as I laid eyes on her glossy eyes, that she was the one I’d sink into tonight. 

    My teeth sliced through my gums eagerly, my hands itching to grip her waist, which was tightly wrapped up in that little white dress of hers. Like an angel.  Her hair floated around her like a halo, and suddenly I’m angry because I don’t recall feelings this excited about any human I was set on. Sure, at times, my dick was the one whose excited, but this? It’s my entire body, one gunshot away from springing on this girl.

    I approach her. She’s still looking for someone, her fingers fiddling with the ends of her hair. Purposely, I was into her line of vision, and stand next to her at the bar. 

    She sees me, just as I knew she would, but looks away just as fast.

    What? Usually, these girls are-

    “Hey there, wanna fuck?” A tall, skinny blonde pulls up beside me, her hands curling around my bicep. She reeks of vodka.

    “I’d rather not catch a sexually transmitted disease.” I turned away from her, my badly facing the angel of a girl seated on the stool, who was now staring at me openly. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes wide and staring up at me. I looked down at her, smirked, and said, “Hello.” 

    She sputtered out a quiet,”Hi.” 

    “Are you waiting for someone?” I ask, and behind me, I can hear the blonde scoff and walk away. 

    “No… I mean yes…” and then she says with a wrinkled nose, “I think I was ditched.” her eyes trail over my shoulder, presumably looking after the blonde. 

    “Well that’s no fun.” My eyes don’t leave hers, and she turns pink at the cheeks underneath my stare. Pink. Blood underneath the surface. Fuck, now that I’m closer, I can smell not only the blood running in her veins, but the space between her thighs. She’s fucking drenched. 

    I don’t mean to.

Okay,

 maybe just a little bit.

 And I don’t regret tapping into her mind. 

The things I saw in this little angel’s head. 

She has pictures of my fingers in her mouth. My fingers in her pussy. My mouth licking at her open one. 

My favorite, the one where she rides my thigh. And she soaks my trousers through. They’re fleeting images, but thoughts nonetheless. The voice in her mind said “Who is this man and why is he talking to me? He smells and looks good. Christ, I wanna lick him.”

“Lick me then.” I growled.

“W-what?” she stuttered. Her eyes widen, and her fingers lift to cover her mouth.     “I heard what you said,” no I didn’t, but she’s tipsy enough to be passed on as loose-lipped. “Lick me.”

“I-I umh…” She shuffled in her seat, her thighs rubbing and pressing against one another, but that doesn’t stop me from smelling the tangy sweetness in the place where she’s the most warm. 

“I know you want to, I can see it in your eyes, little girl.” I step closer to her, gripping the side of her stool to turn it towards me so I can fit my hips between her thighs, effectively spreading them at the same time. 

“No, I don’t” she says, gulping. I grab her chin with my mouth, asserting a little pressure so her lips pout.

“It’s not,” I lean in, my lips at her ear, “nice to lie.” 

She’s panting not, her head thrown back just a little. Without her even being aware, her body is opening up to me.  Her fingers have clasped on my biceps, and her eyes closed, her eyelashes flutter with every movement her eyes make.

“I don’t even know your name.” She whimpers.     I chuckle at that. The girl still hanging onto her last bit of logic before my (what I like to call) vampire enchantment kicks in. When bringing in prey, a vampire exuded a force field of entraption netting out weak minds to cloak in fuzziness to make it easier to trick them. To bite them. 

“I don’t know yours either, darling.” I suck at the area behind her each, because I know that she won’t stop me.

“Y/n,” she gasps. “My name is y/n.”

“Well,” I suck a little harder, “its very nice to meet you y/n. M’names Harry.” 

Her breasts press into my chest, her nails digging half-crescent moons into my skin. My incisors are al the way out now, poking sharply into my bottom lip. My nose is on high alert, the unrelenting need need need tingling in my stomach. I had to do something, and soon. 

But not out here. I could feel Louis and Zayn burning holes into the back of my head with their interested stares. This was a treat I wanted to keep all to myself. 

I led y/n off her stool with a not-so gente lift of her hips, and left my hands on her waist to hold her as we walked to one of the more private sections of the club. 

“Where I we going?” She asked, twisting her neck to yell through the loud music. 

“You’ll see, baby.” I told her, and twisted her back around.

Several people bumped into her, stepping on her toes and scuffing against her arms; I tried harder to cacoon her in the divot of my chest. She doesn’t argue, or tense against my touch, no. She pushes herself back onto me and places her tiny hand over my much larger one. She steps so close to me, that the heels of her flat-covered feet brush against the tip of my boots. 

Fuck this. I’m strong enough to lift her over my head, why can’t I just hold her? 

So I do, I wrap my arm around her waist, both of her hands coming to clasp my forearm, and the tips of her toes graze ground. 

“Harry, where are you taking me?” She asks again. 

I don’t answer her, instead increasing my pace to reach the velvet curtains a few steps to the left of one of the security guards (who is actually a vampire, too) and nod my head at him when I step through the heavy cloth. 

“Oh…” y/n trails off, walking off on her own when I set her down in the middle of the dimly lit room. She marvels at the furniture, trailing her fingers over the back of the plushy chesterfield sofa,  She wraps her arms around herself and walks towards the four poster,satin covered bed, her back turning to it and her front facing me. 

The white dress she wears contrasts well against the red hue of the room; accentuating each white dip and curve of the cloth against her body. The front of it is styles in such a way that two straps tie at the back of her neck, the straps coming around her neck once before ending in a fluffy white bow. 

“Now can I lick you?” She says, putting an end to the silence. The crotch of my pant gets a little tighter at her words, and I step forward with remembered intent.

“Only if I get to you lick you, as well. It’s only fair, of course.” Bite. 

I stalk towards her, my feet landing from heel to toe, and my weight shifting from leg to leg; the same way a cobra entrances their prey.

“Y-yeah… yeah, okay.” She mumbled, staring at me with wide eyes and open lips as I get closer and closer to her, her ching tilting upwards with every step. “That’s fair.”     “Good.” I grumble. Enough with these fucking games, Harry. Bite her. “Would you like to go first?” I gripped her hips, one arm wrapping around her.

“Uhm…” Y/n head falls to the side when my fingers wrap around tug her cloer that he already was, our chests flush against each other. “O-okay.” Her fingers have languidly made their way to my hair, where she absentmindedly grips the roots.      “Get to it then.” I say, and drop down to the couch behind me, pulling her along with me so she lays on my torso. She yelps in surprise, her hair falling in front of her face in sparse, wispy strands. It floats away from her face when she blows from her lips, that same breath hitting my own lips, and moving the short hairs that hang in front of my own eyes.

“Sorry,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink again. The color of her skin made my mouth water. 

Then, I take her head in my hands, and gently tilt her to the side to I have clear access to the soft skin of her throat. I don’t wait any longer, even though I said she’d get to ‘lick’ me first, and dip my head to lick from her collarbone, over the white strips of cloth that encircle her throat, and under her jaw to her chin. 

Her hands grip my shirt, scratching my skin as she mewls quietly; I can feel the vibrations of her moan against my tongue. 

“C’n I untie this?” I mumble against her skin, sponging my lips against her hot skin while I fiddle lightly with the bow at the back of her neck. 

Incoherent noises come out of her pink, heart shaped lips. 

“What was that?” I suckle on the skin underneath her ear, behind her jaw, my teeth grazing teasingly against her skin. My nose neses up against her, and I breath in deeply. She smells like the finest wine and the sweetest cake. 

“Please,” she pleads, her voice several octaves higher. Her hips writhed, her chest arching up.

“Please what?”     “Untie my dress.” 

And with a tug, The top of her dress comes undone, her neck bares and the fabric on her chest falls forward, the valley of her breasts and the top of her tits coming into view. The darker skin of her nipples peeks out slightly. Fuck. 

“More, Harry.” She pants.

I give her more, sucking harshly at her throat, and licking over it repeatedly before piercing her with my fangs. Wet, little ‘ah-ah-ah’s leave her lips repeatedly as I tongue at the skin, her blood coating its way into my mouth and down my throat. Unbelievably sweet, she is. Not a single drop of sourness in her. 

Although I know for a fact that she felt absolutely no pain, because a vampire’s victim actually enter this state of euphoria when bit, I felt a little guilty when she passed out (surely, from the combination of lightheadedness and pleasure). I manipulated her mind, erased the memory, and then left her to the guard that stood outside, telling him to drive her home when she wakes, and left. I left Louis and Zayn, and went back to look for the blonde that I had dismissed because my pants had become unbelievably tight. 

The second time I saw her, was when I was conducting a study on egyptian demons in the archives of the university she just so happened to attend, about a week later. 

I was walking up the stairs of the cellar archives, having read whatever I could on the ‘blood-sucking minions of Anubis’. I was irritated and on edge becue the secretary hadn’t stopped trying to make sexual advances the entire time I was there (overnight and a few hours in the morning). The initial burst of sunlight after I stepped onto ground level stung my eyes, and spread an ache through my skull. I took a moment to pinch the bridge of my nose, and breathe deeply, my shoulders rising with every expansion of my lungs, tension leaving my body with every exhale. 

When I turn to walk towards the parking lot, I’m bumped into by a frazzled looking girl, and the papers I have tucked underneath my arm end up scattered on the floor. 

“Shit,” She whispered under her breath a breeze blowing her hair into her eyes so I can’t see her face, but a familiar smell made its way to my nose. 

It’s her. It’s y/n.     I stand still in my place, absolutely amazed as she picks up my papers. It’s her. 

“I’m so sorry, sir. Here are you papers.” She says, sweat budding at her forehead, and her cheeks an agitated red color, she's panting; out of breath. She’s clad in a dress of a light, flowy material that moved with the wind. 

It takes me a moment to say something back, only snapping out of my daze when she waved the papers slightly, shrugging her bag up her shoulder. 

“Thank you…” I trail off, taking the papers and ant her neck. She’s marked up still, the skin an angry red color, similar to the hot shade on her cheeks. 

    “Mhm.” She nods, smiling gently with twinkling eyes. “Have a nice day.” And she walks away, her dress swishing in a way that gives me cheeky flashes of the pink panties she’s wearing. Christ. 

    I watch her until she disappears, my loins stirring painfully when the sight of her white dress disappears. Her scent lingers in my nose, my tongue craving another taste.

I don’t see her again until that time at the diner, and then in the fields. And at that stupid New Year’s Party. 

    “Harry?”

    “Yes, darling?”

    “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

    I sigh. “Because I didn’t want you in my mess. You could have died last night, if Zayn had not stopped. You see, Zayn is closely associated with what you could call the ‘leader’ of our kind, as am I but Zayn lets this get to his head. He thinks he’s all high and mighty, and that night at my home he came with the intent of sucking you dry to get a kick out of me for exposing our kind. I went to the leader right after I dropped you off to make amends, to say that no harm had been done and that I performed the correct rituals to keep out kind safe, and I was off the hook. But last night, Louis got word that Zayn wanted a taste for you himself, after…”

    “After what?”

“After Zayn was sentenced to a banishment burial when Lazarus found out that Zayn was killing for sport, and I got his place as right hand man. Zayn decided that his last victim would be you, to get back at me.”  

    She’s quiet for a moment, even knuckling at her eye with the sleeve of the too-big shirt before she mumbles, “good.”

I blanch at her response. “Good?! There’s nothin’ good about that, y/n.”

She cowers at my tone, her shoulders hunching forwards. “‘Just meant that ‘cause you’re here with me now.” Her voice is a squeaky whisper, and the few rays of sun that peek in from the shades glint against her watery eyes.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean t’yell. I just think it’s my fault I put you in danger. And I meant what I said last night, I won’t leave… if you’ll have me.” 

“Of course I’ll have you. Stay.” Y/n tentatively leans forward and brushes a few kisses against my jaw, her hot tongue leaving a wet trail behind each kiss. 

“Baby, if you start, I won’t be able to stop.” I say, my tone a deep rumble from deep within my chest, a moan entangled with each vowel.

“Then don’t.”

    I connect my lips against hers in a harsh kiss, my hands roaming underneath her- my- shirt, and reaching to fondle her breasts, groping the tender flesh in my hand.     She moaned, her chest pushing into my hands, and her hips pushing down against my crotch. 

    “More, Harry. Don’t stop,” y/n mewls. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling and scratching at my scalp, the jolts of pain going directly to my dick. I was beginning to get hard enough to leak through my underwear. 

    Two layers. There’s two layers of clothing separating my cock from entering her warm hole, both layers already damp with our arousal. 

    I take her by the waist and turn our bodies around so she’s on the bed and I’m above her. She begins to whine, grabbing me from the back of my neck and pressing our lips together again with urgency. I smirk against her lips, my tongue swarming into her sweet mouth.

    “Take this off,” I say against her mouth, pulling her panties down her legs, and she kicks off the rest of the way. My fingers trace up and down her slit, collecting her wetness and prodding at her clit, teasing around her hole. 

    She stops kissing me and moans, “Please stop teasing, Harry. I’ve waited too long.” 

“You can wait a little longer, angel.” I say, but plunge a finger into her anyway. Her pussy squeezes around my digit, milking. Her head turns into my neck, biting into my neck in a way that makes my aching cock jolt in my underwear. I move my finger in an out of her faster, pushing down against her walls and she squeals out a fuck me, Harry, please fuck me.

“I don’t mean to gloat baby, but, I have to stretch you out a bit first.” 

“Want it already, Harry.” y/n’s words come out in short spurts, her chest heaving and her neck glistening with sweat. 

I don’t want to hurt her, but I become incredibly impatient, and insert a second finger into her, fucking her with my fingers until her moans get loader and louder and,

“I’m gonna cum, Harry! Please, please.” And she moans her loudest yet, almost screaming, arching her back to her breasts stretch tight against her torso

She’s wet, so went my fingers slip out and rut on her clit. I nip at her neck, taking off my boxers and when my dick slams up against my stomach I hiss. 

“You are big,” says y/n, her hand coming to wrap around me and tug once, twice, and on the third she swipes her thumb over my slip, collecting the precum and bringing it to her lips.

I stare at her, entranced as she tongues away the wetness from her fingers, and spits on them again to bring down to my dick, her hand lathering the tip of my dick, and leading it into her pussy.

“Nuh-uh, angel,” I chide, pulling back my hips and placing a hand next to her head, the other pinching her nipple. “That’s my job. Don’t,” I lean down to kiss at her tit, “make me,” I suckle on the curve of her breast, “teach you a lesson.” 

“Yes, Harry.” She mumbled, her hands crumpling the sheets in her tiny fists.

“This might hurt, so tell me if you want my to stop, okay?” Y/n hums. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Okay.”

I press a kiss to her nipple, and she sighs heavily when I swing the head of my member up and down her entrance. I push down into her slowly, growling at the feeling of her pussy stretching and pulling on my cock, her walls getting wetter by the second. 

A quiet ‘sss’ leaves her lips, and I stop, looking up at her with worry. “Are you alright?”     “Yes!” She purrs, her head thrown back and the column of her throat curving and vibrating around her words. “Yes! Please don’t stop, it feels so good.”

I lean down to kiss at her neck, biting at the space where I bit her the first time, hissing myself when I bury myself into her to the hilt. She’s tighter than my own first, plushy wet skin engulfing me. Her abdomen clenches, and her pussy gets even tighter, momentaily milking me. 

“Baby, stop doing that or I won’t last.” I utter against against the spit covered patch of skin on her throat.

“I’msorryI’msorry,” Her words merge together; a blubbering mess. 

Her hands legs lift, and wrap against my waist, pushing me against her. A spark of irritation flits in my chest, one of my hands coming to grasp her chin so her wide eyes lock onto mine. 

    “That’s the second time, y/n. Let me fuck you, or you don’t get fucked at all.”

    “O-okay.” She gasps sweetly, her own spit shining on her lips. 

    I pull back, and sink into her; she's hysterical, writhing and moaning.

“Faster, p-please.” 

“So polite.” I chuckle, bucking into her again. I set a steady rhythm, going deep into her with each stroke and push of my hips. My bites against her throat get more aggressive, leaving purplish bruises in my wake, my sharp teeth grazing the skin, just ready to pierce. 

Y/n’s moans get louder, her back arching and hands slapping against my back, digging into the skin of my shoulder blades. Her pussy squelches from how wet she is, and I have to reach to push myself into her again. I lean back onto my knees, grabbing her ankles and putting them above my shoulders. Y/n shrieks. 

I start to move against her, driving into her deeee this time, the same sensations heightened to the max. 

“Harry.. Harry, I’m gonna come again.” She cries, beads of moisture gathering at her waterline. 

I quicken my pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating in the room, and then my abdomen is clenching, and I know I’m not that far behind her. 

“Do it. Cum for me, angel.” I growl, gripping her shins. 

“Bite me. Please” she pants, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck and the hickeys I’ve left. 

Without a second thought, I dive in, lick her over once, and push my teeth through her skin, my tongue lapping at the punctures in her throat. She gasps when she cums, squeezing and wetting my dick, and I have to pull back and stroke myself to shoot hot spurts on her tummy. 

My toes curl in on themselves, my head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut and I swear I see the moon. 

    I collapse on top of her, my head between her breasts and my chest on top of her warm, wet abdomen, my release sticky between the both of us.

“That was…” I begin.

“Mhm.” Y/n hums, I place my chin in the valley of her tits, looking up at her to see her completely fucked out. Hair sticking to her forehead, ad her lips puffy from all the biting she’s done to them.

Her eyes are fluttering shut, and I’m stuck with a burning feeling in my heart. Not the painful, warping black fire that had burnt in my when I was away from her. No, it was a golden heat, warming me up from the inside, and putting a smile on my safe.

    “Y/n?”     “Yes, Harry?” She says, her sweet shy response almost eliciting a coo from me.

“How would you like to be introduced to Lazarus?”

THERE IT IS 

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK

i havent written smut in years so,, if its bad im sorry :(

-abigail

[chelsfic]

Guillermo the Heartless - Guillermo x Nandor (part two to the so-called oneshot)

WWDITS Masterlist <-- click for part one

Summary: Nandor is nervous about his ex-master, Simon the Devious, coming to the house.

A/N: Really? Really, Chels?

Warnings: Non-con, Dub-con, Stockholm Syndrome, Past abuse, Hand-feeding kink, Praise kink, Sex slave, Vampire Guillermo/Human Nandor, Dom/Sub, Dead dove--please.

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“How do I look?”

Nandor secures the final button on his master’s cardigan and steps back. Guillermo is dressed in dark wash denim jeans, gleaming patent leather shoes, a black dress shirt and one of his signature sweaters--the black and gold striped cardigan. Nandor’s eyes roam up and down the vampire’s body, lingering on his favorite parts: his full, round belly, his thick thighs, the deceptively soft-looking hands, the stubbled edge of his jaw...his pouty lips. Nandor swallows, a blush visible above the line of his full beard.

“You look beautiful, master,” He answers truthfully, meeting Guillermo’s eyes for a second before quickly lowering his gaze. Guillermo has never punished him for admitting to his impertinent attraction and...feelings. But Nandor still feels the raw edge of panic whenever he feels as though he’s let too much slip out. 

The vampire steps closer, reaching out and wrapping impossibly strong hands around Nandor’s biceps, squeezing gently. Guillermo could easily break his arms, liquefying his bones with the flick of a wrist. Nandor thinks about the scars on his legs, his arms, his chest, his back. No, no, no. Guillermo will never hurt him...not like that. Guillermo is good. Guillermo gives him food and clothes and he buys him books and movies. He doesn’t force him to live in a cage no bigger than a dog crate. He doesn’t glamour him into paralysis and torture him. He doesn’t...He isn’t…

“Baby...” Guillermo’s soft tone cuts through the invasive thought spiral consuming Nandor’s mind, “tell me what’s wrong.”

Nandor clears his throat, looking up and holding his master’s gaze as he responds, “I’m just...a little nervous…”

Guillermo lifts his hands to cup Nandor’s cheeks and Nandor flinches dramatically before settling into the soft touch. His ass still stings from the spanking he’d received the previous night for questioning his master’s plan. He doesn’t want to be bad again, but he’s so scared…

“Because Simon is coming,” Guillermo states, not really needing a confirmation but Nandor nods anyway. 

“Mmhmm,” Nandor squeaks and then remembers himself, “Yes, master.”

Guillermo smiles at him, finding something about all this amusing, and Nandor’s heart skips a beat. His master has a megawatt smile and it feeds his soul to see it, even if he’s unsure whether or not Guillermo is laughing at him or trying to comfort him.

“Have you eaten yet?” Guillermo asks and Nandor’s brain takes a second to adjust to the rapid change of topic.

He shakes his head slowly, big brown eyes looking down into his master’s with a childish look of guilt.

Guillermo huffs a laugh, “Were you waiting for me?”

Nandor nods, letting his lips curl upward in a cautious smile. Guillermo rolls his eyes. 

“Alright. Come on, baby.”

Guillermo leads the way into the back of the house to the little kitchen. They don’t always do this anymore, but Nandor is feeling especially shaky and vulnerable tonight. Being fed from his master’s hand was once a degradation that filled him with burning embarrassment. Now it’s the ultimate comfort to Nandor. It makes him feel small, cared for and--most importantly--safe. His master cares about him enough to cook for him and feed him with his own hands. 

“What do you feel like having?” Guillermo asks, opening up the cupboards over the stove to peer at the contents. Nandor looms at his side. He’s far taller than his master but, somehow, he feels smaller in his presence. He reaches up to the top shelf and pulls down a can of beef stew, handing it to Guillermo wordlessly. 

The vampire grabs a pot from the rack beneath the cabinets and opens a drawer to get the can opener. He looks up at his human with an arched brow, “Do you want to sit down or do you want to cling?”

Nandor is practically glued to his master’s side, his fingers delicately clutching the knit fabric of his sleeve as he watches him dump the contents of the can into the pot. 

“Is it okay…? If I...cling?” Nandor’s voice is barely there. But it is there. And even if his words come out as a pathetic, hopeful question, at least he has words. He still remembers the months on end that Simon kept his brain locked down, denying him the ability to speak, to cry, to scream. It took weeks after he came to be Guillermo’s familiar before he felt safe uttering a single word.

He’s watching his master’s face like a hawk, gauging his reaction and trembling in anticipation. Is he annoyed? Angry? Disgusted? Finally, Guillermo smiles and Nandor is almost light-headed with relief.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” he answers and Nandor thinks that the look he gives him is almost warm. Like maybe he’s feeling the same way that Nandor feels. Like Guillermo is the ocean and he’d willingly drown just to feel his embrace.

He watches Guillermo stir the soup, condensation fogging the thick-rimmed glasses that he only wears out of habit and because they look cool. He picks up a spoonful and holds it out to Nandor to test.

“Hot enough?” he asks and Nandor nods. “Alright. Go sit at the table.”

The chair squeaks as he pulls it out and Nandor folds his long body down into it, looking like a giant at the rickety old kitchenette table. Guillermo comes over and sets down a bowl heaping with steaming hot stew. He takes a seat beside Nandor and turns to face him, dipping the spoon into the bowl and holding it up before his familiar’s lips. Nandor locks eyes with him as he leans forward, opens his mouth and takes the food off the spoon. He feels a thrill in his chest to be so thoroughly taken care of and he thinks the gleam in Guillermo’s dark eyes means that he’s enjoying it, too. He hopes so. He scoots forward in his seat until their knees brush together, needing the added comfort of physical touch.

Guillermo gives him another spoonful and starts talking while Nandor chews, “I’m going to tell you how things will go tonight. I’m taking care of you right now and I’m gonna take care of you tonight when Simon and his crew arrive. We’re going to meet in the fancy room. You’re going to sit at my feet like you always do. You don’t have to speak, you don’t have to even look at him if you don’t want to. But you have to be there, alright? Do you think I liked having to hurt you last night?”

Guillermo sets down the spoon and his eyes are suddenly intense as he waits for an answer. Nandor shakes his head, swallowing before speaking, “No, master. I’m sorry--”

“I know you’re sorry,” Guillermo cuts him off. “I am too. But I had to teach you. I’m your master, Nandor. If I tell you to do something, you do it. And you trust that I won’t ask you to do anything that would cause...permanent damage.”

He holds up another spoonful of stew and Nandor stares at it for a minute, his throat rapidly convulsing as a single tear rolls down his cheek. Guillermo sighs.

“If you’re a weepy mess when Simon gets here, I swear...What is it? Speak,” he commands with a sharp edge of warning in his voice.

Nandor takes a shaky breath, wanting desperately to ask something but terribly afraid of what the answer might be. His mind flashes back to social gatherings, parties, where Guillermo had lent out the use of his familiar’s warm mouth to his vampire guests. 

Nandor finally forces himself to form the words, “Are you going to l-let them...use me?”

Please don’t make me say it.

Guillermo takes in a sharp breath and holds it for a long, silent moment, during which Nandor wonders if his master is picturing him gagging on his ex-master’s dick with tears running down his face. He knows Guillermo likes it when he cries. 

Finally, mercifully…

“No, Nandor,” Guillermo says, stirring the stew and once again lifting the spoon to his lips. “No one but me will touch you tonight.”

---

Nandor stands in the front hallway quietly coming apart. He’s still attached to his master’s side and he can’t seem to keep his hands from seeking out and subtly touching him. His long fingers flutter at the hem of Guillermo’s sweater, clinging to the fabric like a security blanket. Guillermo is largely ignoring him. He glances down at his watch with an annoyed frown. Nadja and Laszlo stand on the far side of the hallway.

Laszlo suddenly pipes up, “I say, Guillermo, any chance of a quick nip before Simon’s posse arrives?”

He makes a show of eyeing Nandor and mimes biting him. Nandor shrinks even further into Guillermo’s side. 

“Fuck off, Laszlo,” Guillermo grunts and Nandor almost weeps in gratitude. Instead he does something unthinkably bold. He leans down and drops his head onto Guillermo’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into the vampire’s smooth, cool neck. Throughout his time as Guillermo’s familiar, Nandor has become increasingly needy in terms of physical touch. Once he started to trust Guillermo and then, later, to love him, he began to seek out small touches from him whenever he was in need of comfort. Tonight, Nandor is especially needy.

The doorbell rings and Guillermo shrugs his shoulders, dislodging his familiar’s head. One of the thralls, lower than familiars but still above victims, answers the door and allows the vampires inside with an obsequious bow. Simon the Devious, flanked by Count Rapula and Mr. ‘50s, strides into the house like he owns it. Nandor shudders and keeps his gaze firmly fixed to a spot on the floor.

“Guillermo! Nadja! Laszlo! I haven’t seen you since you stole my favorite little pet!” Simon’s voice is booming and obnoxious. Nandor’s grip on the back of his master’s sweater tightens but he remains otherwise perfectly still. 

“Good evening, Simon,” Guillermo greets, perfectly unaffected by Simon’s grandstanding. “You’re late, so why don’t we get straight down to business, then we’ll have more time to enjoy the virgins waiting in the cell.”

Everyone shuffles into the fancy room. Simon takes a seat on one couch with his crew members standing stoically behind. Guillermo takes the opposite couch, Nadja and Laszlo remain standing and Nandor sinks to his knees at Guillermo’s feet with an intense feeling of relief. On the floor he’s beneath notice. He can hide his face in the side of his master’s thigh and tune out the vampires’ territory negotiation happening over his head. He feels Guillermo’s fingers sink into his hair and begin stroking him as he makes his opening offer. Nandor sighs, wrapping his hand around Guillermo’s ankle and shutting his eyes, maybe he can fall asleep…

“You certainly have him well-trained, G-man…”

Time has passed. Nandor had floated away into his head for a while, lulled by the rhythmic motion of his master’s fingers in his hair. But now the business portion of the evening seems to be wrapping up and Simon’s voice cleaves through the air, penetrating the little protective bubble that Nandor has imagined around himself. His fingers tighten on Guillermo’s ankle.

“Maybe he just prefers my company over yours, Simon. I hear you find it rather challenging to keep human help. Alive, that is,” Guillermo’s voice is soft but full of lead. 

“You’re so hilarious, G! The dreadful Guillermo the Heartless, gone soft for a pathetic human pet,” Simon laughs and then his tone changes and Nandor knows, without looking, that the vampire is addressing him directly now, “You might think you’re living high now, human, but you’ll always be the same mewling insect who begged me to kill him--”

Nandor can’t help it. He feels the sob clawing up his throat and he presses his face desperately into his master’s thigh to try and muffle it. If he’s weepy, Guillermo will be angry, he’d said so in the kitchen…

“Nandor,” his master cups his jaw, angling his face up to look at him. Nandor’s heavy brows are drawn together and his eyes are glassy but he’s trying to keep it together. “Do you want to show Simon what a good familiar you are now that you have the right master?”

Guillermo leans down and presses his lips to Nandor’s ear speaking lowly, “Pretend it’s just you and me, baby.”

Guillermo’s hands go to his belt buckle and Nandor understands at once. His face flushes a brilliant red but he moves into position at once, kneeling between his master’s spread legs and waiting expectantly as Guillermo reaches into his pants and frees his half-hard dick. 

“Thank you, master,” Nandor says and he speaks louder than he likes so that Simon will hear him clearly. His master wants to show him off, wants to show Simon how much better a master he is than him. Nandor wants to help him. He bends forward and wraps his hand around the base of Guillermo’s cock, licking a long, wet stripe along its length before taking the head into his mouth and beginning to suck. He loses himself in the familiar task, forgetting his fear and anxiety and instead focusing on pleasing his master.

He hears Simon’s voice vaguely in the background, sounding a little defeated but attempting to rally, “I believe someone said something about a virgin feast?”

There’s some movement and commotion and suddenly he hears his master’s voice, slow and heavy with the influence of his hypnotic power, “You will sit down next to me and give me your neck.”

Guillermo’s hands never leave his familiar’s hair, stroking and petting gently as Nandor drools around his length and bobs down, attempting to take more of him down his throat. The victim, utterly mindless, jostles Nandor as they clamber onto the couch, baring their neck.

Guillermo shoves the human back and says, “You will be more careful of my familiar. Now put your neck in my mouth.”

Nandor knows the exact moment that Guillermo begins to feed. His master’s fingers tighten in his hair and he starts rolling his hips up, thrusting into Nandor’s mouth enthusiastically as he drinks his fill from the human. 

“Fucking show off…” Simon mutters darkly.

But Nandor doesn’t hear. He’s completely unaware of everything else in the room, in the world, except for his master’s hands and cock and the sounds he’s making low in his throat as he drinks the virgin dry and fucks Nandor’s mouth. The victim falls to the floor at Nandor’s side and Guillermo presses his hands down on the back of Nandor’s head, holding him down as he ruts against his face, finally finishing with a smug sigh. He lets go of Nandor’s head, trusting that his familiar knows to wait until he’s finished spilling his plentiful, vampiric seed down in his mouth. Nandor’s throat convulses as he swallows and swallows, breathing hard through his nose and straining to look up and meet his master’s gaze. His eyes are pleading and vulnerable. Begging his master for what he needs. 

Guillermo’s blood stained lips quirk into a smile and he obliges, “You are such a good boy for me, Nandor. So, so good.”

“Alright, alright. We get the picture,” Simon grumbles in the background as Nandor finally pulls away from Guillermo’s softening dick. His lips are swollen and his jaw aches but when he turns to see that Simon’s crew is getting ready to leave, having finished their business and sated their unholy hunger, he feels nothing but overwhelming relief and happiness. 

“If you ever tire of my leftovers...I’ll be happy to take him off your hands,” Simon remarks casually as he strolls toward the door.

Guillermo’s voice is as cold as granite as he replies, “That’s not going to happen.”

---

Nandor lies in the cramped twin bed wedged into one corner of Guillermo’s crypt. His master told him to go to bed, relieving him of his valet duties for the evening as a reward for his good behavior. Nandor watches Guillermo moving about the room, blowing out candles, slowly getting undressed and ready for his slumber. He hopes he’ll come and kiss him goodnight before getting into his coffin, but he doesn’t want to push his luck by asking. 

Nandor’s eyelids feel heavy. The stress and fear of the evening have taken their toll and he’s barely clinging to consciousness when he feels a weight on the mattress beside him. 

“Move over,” his master’s voice sounds tired, too, and Nandor wonders if maybe Guillermo had been just as worried about the meeting tonight.

Nandor shifts closer to the wall and swallows his shock when Guillermo climbs all the way in with him, drawing the blankets up over both their bodies and wrapping and arm around Nandor’s large frame. 

“Master?” he asks breathlessly. They’ve never...just slept together before. 

“Shhh, Nandor,” Guillermo murmurs, placing a kiss to the back of Nandor’s neck. “Go to sleep.”

[alabasterstoned]

Get to know me

i was tagged by @imageofvoid *dabs*

favorite fictional character(s): Doflamingo (One Piece) has a massive dick I'm talking giant, king of fucking your ex-husband, beautiful, he's right but he shouldn't say it energy. Q (Star Trek) you're ugly, you're disgusting, I'm sentencing the human race to life in prison, give me 200 credits. Tsukiyama (Tokyo Ghoul) I can't help you fam i live 💯 in the Kaneki should have married him camp. Can you imagine. He loved him so fucking much. He's the only one who never lost faith. Can you imagine. I hope he finds love again. Sinestro (Green Lantern) Boo! Get a job! Prince Robot IV (Saga) YOU JUST GONNA GIVE MY BABY SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER ARC AND THEN RIP HIS ENTIRE HEAD OFF INFRONT OF MARKO LIKE THAT RIP BUT I DON'T LIVE IN THAT KIND OF NEGATIVITY

5 movies: Re-animator, I Killed My Mother, Fifth Element, Melancholia, Bunraku, The Others

5 shows: Goblin, Farscape, Believe It Or Not: Fact Or Fiction, Star Trek nxt gen, Ghost Adventures

what continent am i on: Europe (fuck i miss Pangaea)

age: I'm like twenty ashfkfmapdh years old

nickname: Char, Charlemagne

favorite drink: Raspberry Lemonade

room aesthetic: Absolutely no free wall space, piles of books, every unclaimed space is now extra altar space, dried flowers hanging literally everywhere. Good luck trying to sleep on my bed I've got 3 throws, 10 pillows and 8 cushions

style: Oversized tops and leggings

pronouns: they/he

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