#gravekeeps

[hemat0lasluts-a]

closed for my pumpkin spice latte, @gravekeeps ♡

scott’s heart pounded as kenzie kissed him, her lips soft but insistent, pulling him deeper into the moment. his hands slid around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against his, the subtle way she leaned into him. his pulse raced; it always did when she was this close. he could feel the heat between them building, a tension that seemed to draw them together like a magnet.

but then, he felt her hands move. the brush of her fingers against the hem of her shirt, a quick tug upward that sent a surge of heat through his veins. he froze for a second, wanting it—wanting her—but something inside him pushed back against the urgency.

his hand moved, catching hers gently but firmly, stilling her. he broke the kiss, breathless, his forehead resting against hers. his heart was pounding in his chest, louder than the words in his head, but he couldn’t let it go this fast. not yet.

“wait,” he whispered, his voice rougher than he’d intended. he took a deep breath, trying to slow everything down, trying to clear his head from the haze of her touch. his thumb brushed her hand, a small gesture to show he wasn’t pulling away, just holding back.

“i just… i want to take this slow.” his voice was quieter now, almost unsure, but he meant it. he wanted this, but not like this, not all at once. not when he could barely think straight with her so close.

scott kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, steadying himself, feeling the weight of the decision. he wasn’t ready to rush, even though every fiber of him ached to. slowly, he opened his eyes, meeting hers, hoping she’d understand. hoping that, for now, holding her close was enough.

[thesmuttygazette]

closed for my love, @gravekeeps ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

ambrose stood in the doorway, watching leah as she slept . the moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow over her serene face. she looked so peaceful, so pure, and it only intensified the ache in his chest. he knew what he had to do, even though it was the hardest decision he’d ever make.

he moved quietly to her bedside, careful not to disturb her slumber. every soft breath she took was a reminder of the life she embodied, the light she radiated. he reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. his touch was featherlight, almost reverent, as if he feared tainting her with his presence.

ambrose’s heart twisted painfully at the sight. he had never felt more unworthy of someone in his long, tortured existence. she was an angel, a literal embodiment of goodness and grace, while he was a vampire, a creature of darkness and death.

for a moment, he let himself imagine what it would be like to stay, to be the man she believed he could be. but the truth weighed heavily on him, crushing that fleeting fantasy. he knew his nature, his past filled with blood and regret. he could never be the man she deserved.

“leah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “i love you more than anything in this world. but you deserve so much more than what i can give you.”

he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if trying to memorize the feel of her warmth against his lips.

“i have to go,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “for your sake. you deserve a life filled with light and love, not shadows and darkness.”

tears stung his eyes, but he forced himself to stand, to take a step back. he watched her for a moment longer, committing every detail to memory: the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft glow of her skin in the moonlight.

“goodbye, my love,” he whispered, his heart shattering with each word.

with one last, lingering glance, ambrose turned and walked away. each step felt like a knife twisting in his chest, but he knew it was the right thing to do. as he slipped into the night, he prayed that leah would find the happiness and love she deserved, even if it meant he had to suffer in the shadows alone.

[lostwcnderlands]

closed starter for @gravekeeps -> {leah && josiah}

half listening to the enthusiastic droning on by the guy who had found his ear, josiah was beginning to regret even coming to this potluck outreach. invited by a client, the attorney was already thinking of ways to add this to his billing cycle, because wasting all this time just couldn't be done for free. sure, he'd gone to church before - sure, he knew the barebone basics of the bible.

but... this? josiah wasn't convinced. brown eyes shifted through the crowd, seeking an escape, adjusting his weight between feet. he felt too warm, collar too tight, and the lemonade in his hand was almost empty. five more minutes. he promised himself, working up his plan of escape. the distraction must have been noticed by the man who had started the conversation, because without really paying attention to the why, he was being led by an elbow to small crowd that had congregated around a concealed figure. shoulders of others obscured his view, and at first, josiah was looking about as much as he listening, which was the bare minimum.

then someone stepped away, and the person at the center of attention turned towards him. blonde hair flipped with the turn of her head - mocha hues drifting, then landing onto his own. fuck, josiah felt the lemonade almost slip out of his hand, barely managing to recover the mostly-empty red solo cup before it crashed down to the ground. eyes flying back up, like every second not on her was a second wasted, he noticed a trick of the light, playing into the angles of how she stood. like it bent to her will, framing her the center of everything.

" this is josiah lynch. " the man who had half-dragged him over stated, and introductions were underway. clearing his throat, josiah conjured up a shaken smile, not used to being so starstruck out of nowhere like that. fumbling once more with the cup, the lawyer chose a hand finally, extending it for a professional shake. " he seems interested in, ah... our organization. i said you'd know all the answers to any questions he has. "

dread hit as josiah finally caught up to the situation, and the reason for this meeting. shit, he'd not listened to a single word, and he had absolutely no questions to think to ask. except, maybe, to be told everything right from the beginning... somehow, he didn't think he'd be so bored, if it came from her lips. " yeah, i, uh... i think it's all very... interesting. " a beat of silence, and josiah interjected, hoping it came off as somewhat like he knew what was even going on.

[guudgraces]

CLOSED     [   …   ]  lucy &  aiden  ( @gravekeeps ) . 

A  HUFF  OF  ANNOYANCE,       though  hips  don't  stop  their  undulations.  “you're  muted,  aren't  you?  they  won't  know  anything.” 

[hemat0lasluts]

closed for my christmas tree , @gravekeeps ⁺‧₊˚ ♥︎ ˚₊‧

the fire crackled softly , its warmth wrapping around the room as emmy sat back in the armchair , lo bouncing on his knee with bright , giggling energy . the glow of the christmas tree danced in her wide eyes , tiny fingers gripping his hand as she pointed toward evie .

she spun in the middle of the room , lost in her favorite song , her laughter light & carefree . lo squealed , her tiny voice a perfect harmony to the melody filling the space . emmy smiled , pressing a kiss to his daughter’s curls .

❛ merry christmas , lo , ❜ he murmured , his chest full . this—this was all he needed .

[debaxchery]

for @gravekeeps based on ( THIS ) !

      IT’S LATE, AND JUDE IS on the move. he’s always been a night owl, so this isn’t a particularly surprising development. most everything he does; he does after the sun has set. long after the sun has set, in some instances. in this instance, for example. the clock has just struck three in the morning, and he’s on a quest for something to eat. the diner he likes to frequent at this time of night is a bit of a hike from his apartment, though. still, their pancakes are to die for, and their portion sizes are out of this world. therefore, it ends up being worth the trek. with the streets mostly empty and sidewalks mostly clear, he’s usually able to make it to the restaurant in half the time it would normally take during the day. though tonight, he's dragging his heels. why ? because he’s fairly certain he’s being followed. at first, it had started with a prickling sensation on the back of his neck. you know, the typical tingle that comes when someone is watching you. it wasn’t something jude thought too hard about; he simply chose not to worry about it. not a big deal. then, he started catching flickers of movement behind him. a flash of color. a whisp of skin. that sort of thing. yet when he turned around to look, nothing was there. slightly more concerning, he must admit. once he reaches the last block he needs to cross before finally making it to the diner, he’s fully convinced someone – or something – is following him. “ you’re not nearly as stealthy as you think you are, ” he deadpans, seemingly to the thin, empty air. but he knows something is there. he just knows. “ come out, come out, wherever you are. ”

[sintva]

closed for @gravekeeps

the world had fallen to shit rather quickly . leaving cameron going his own way .... not that he had always been alone . however , since the last herd that he'd run into nearly wiped out everyone that he knew , the blonde figured it was best to go on his own way . the sound of his bike echoed through the deserted street , brows pulled together as his head turned , taking notice of the abandoned town he was coming into . tongue slid along his lip as he came to a stop , cutting his engine off before kicking out the kick stand . it had been days since he ate & at this point , any food he came across , he was certain that he was going to eat it .

should he have been more quiet as he ransacked the convince store ? more than likely , but the blonde homme knew that if any walkers decided to come investigating , he was more than capable of taking them out before even getting winded . the sound of a can rolling across the ground caused his head to snap in the left direction . " who's there ? " he called out as he hadn't heard the typical growl & groan of a walker . the person he stumbled upon ended up leading him back to a community that they had swore to him was safe . cameron was still uncertain about it , even as he made his way through the large front gate .

sapphire hues scanned around the community , taking in a deep breath . one that nearly got stuck in the back of his throat as his hues landed on someone who was all too familiar . " lottie ? "

[jawbrkrs]

starter for @gravekeeps

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧  for  her  to  spot  familiar  blue  eyes  and  not  offer  her  a  drink  .   months  filled  with  lingering  glances  through  the  gallery  walls  , and  brief  hellos  that  left  more  unspoken  than  said  were never enough .   with  very  specific  instructions  she  whispered  them  to  the  bartender  ,  sending  him  over  to  the  '  pretty  girl  with  the  freckles  .'  maybe  she  was  a  coward  for  never  actually  making  her  way  over  ,  instead  she  lifted  her  glass  slightly  in  the  air  ,  a  silent  toast  that  said  .  "  you're  welcome  .  "  without  uttering  a  word  .

[swcctcrbittcr]

@gravekeeps plotted starter from henry

he walks through the small wooden church, a place where the group comes to worship regularly. to listen to him and david as they speak their words, their commands, the wishes for the good of them all. he's purposeful with each step, eyes on the girl seated on her knees at the end of the aisle, faced away from him and toward the alter. right where she belonged, where henry required her. grace was always so good, so obedient, doing exactly what she needed.

"i'm glad you're here." henry smiles, voice soft yet commanding as he steps behind her. "i've heard you've been putting in good work for the betterment of us all." a hand brushes through her hair. "i think you deserve a reward my love." leaning down he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.

[nosaintz]

closed  for  @gravekeeps .

“   i'm  not  goin'  to  hurt  you ,   “   he  tells  her ,   though  the  reassurance  is  hollow ,   considering  she  lies  helpless  in  the  trunk  of  his  car ,   duct  tape  silencing  what  beck  assumes  are  desperate  pleas  for  freedom .   “   i  wouldn't  have  to  do  this  if  you'd  just  listened  when  i  told  you  to  stop  goin'  out  with  that  asshole .   “

[playthiingz]

continued from here. ( @gravekeeps )

it　was　forbidden　and　she　was　certain　it　was　one　of　the　reasons　the　femme　wanted　it　.　for　months　she　had　spent　her　nights　playing　with　her　pussy　,　even　fucking　her　dildo　to　images　and　fantasies　of　her　step　brothers’　cock　stretching　out　any　hole　he　wanted　.　head　leaned　back　onto　his　shoulder　with　a　soft　whimper　,　the　feeling　of　his　large　hands　palming　her　breast　left　her　nearly　begging　for　kellen　.　“　i　want　you　,　i　have　for　months　.　”　she　gasped　as　her　eyes　rolled　shut　,　the　moment　his　hand　wrapped　around　her　throat　.　hips　desperately　rolled　down　against　him　,　lips　slightly　parted　with　shaky　breathes　.　“　i　need　your　cock　(　…　)　i　crave　your　cock　buried　deep　in　my　pussy　.　”　joy　pleaded　with　a　sensual　moan　.

[hemat0lasluts-a]

closed for my wet rat, @gravekeeps ♡

the night was thick with anticipation as dimitri and nadine moved through the shadows of the graveyard. his steps were silent, his senses sharpened, every instinct within him attuned to the hunt. he could feel the hunger gnawing at his insides, a familiar yet relentless need that pulsed through his veins. it was the kind of hunger that only one thing could satisfy.

nadine had taken her place as the bait, her slender figure standing out under a dim light. she looked vulnerable, almost fragile, the perfect lure for the prey they were hunting. but beneath her soft exterior was a resolve as sharp as any blade. they’d done this dance before, and she knew her part well.

dimitri’s eyes never left her, watching from the shadows as the target approached. the man was cautious, but his curiosity was piqued. he stepped closer to nadine, his voice a low murmur, trying to engage her. he felt a surge of possessiveness, a dark smile curling on his lips as he observed the man’s futile attempts.

when the time was right, nadine met dimitri’s gaze—her signal. he moved with blinding speed, his body shifting and warping as the transformation took hold. his flesh rippled, bones cracking and reshaping as his human facade melted away, revealing the monstrous ghoul within. his skin turned pale, almost translucent, and his eyes burned with a crimson intensity. a kagune—a mass of predatory appendages—erupted from his back, sharp and deadly.

the man barely had time to react. dimitri was on him in an instant, his hand wrapping around the man’s throat as he lifted him off the ground with terrifying ease. the man’s eyes bulged with fear as he tried to scream, but the ghoul's grip tightened, cutting off any sound.

there was no mercy in dimitri’s gaze as he leaned in, his lips peeling back to reveal rows of sharp, predatory teeth. he could smell the man’s fear, feel his pulse hammering beneath his grip. the hunger inside him roared, demanding to be sated. with a low growl, he sank his teeth into the man’s flesh, tearing through muscle and sinew with savage precision.

the taste of blood filled his mouth, rich and intoxicating. he felt the man’s life force ebbing away with each bite, his body trembling in the final throes of terror. dimitri devoured him methodically, his kagune wrapping around the man’s limbs to hold him in place as he fed. the world around him blurred as he focused solely on the act, the hunger driving him to consume every last drop.

when it was over, dimitri dropped the lifeless body to the ground, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. his breathing was heavy, but the hunger had subsided, leaving behind a sense of grim satisfaction. his one eye, still glowing red, softened as they found nadine.

                                                                 “i'm sorry,”

[thesmuttygazette]

closed for my judge, jury, and executioner, @gravekeeps ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

dimitri sat there, steady and calm, though his pulse hammered beneath the surface. nadine was perched on his lap, warm and tight around him, and he felt every tremor she tried to suppress. he kept his hands resting lightly on her hips, grounding her, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against her skin. she was so close, so on edge, and the way she struggled to stay still, to hold on, fed something deep inside him.

he could feel the tension radiating from her, the subtle twitches of her body as she did her best to obey. the heat of her, the way her muscles clenched without meaning to—it tested his control as much as hers. but he held back. he always did, knowing that the waiting, the discipline, would make it so much sweeter when she inevitably caved.

his gaze never left her, eyes hooded as he leaned back, seemingly relaxed, though every inch of him was tightly coiled. he could sense her slipping, her quiet gasps reaching his ears, but he remained silent, letting her come to him. patience was a lesson he loved teaching her, even when it tested his own limits.

“little one.....”

the moments dragged, each second an exercise in restraint—for both of them. his hands tightened ever so slightly, not to move her, but to remind her that he was there, that he was in control, and that it was his call when this would end.

he could feel the heat building between them, the way the tension simmered, and still, he waited. dimitri’s jaw clenched, and a low, approving hum rumbled from his chest. he reveled in her endurance, in her determination, even as he knew that soon, very soon, it would be too much for her.

he wasn’t cruel, but he liked to push. to see how far she could go. and when she finally reached that breaking point, he would be ready. because when she did, when she whispered his name in that trembling voice, he would unleash everything he had kept restrained.

[lostwcnderlands]

-> closed starter for @gravekeeps {{ lorena && naomi }}

so, suppose it's true, what all the immortal beings say - life forever isn't all it's cut out to be. years of death, blood, && gore had genuinely started to become a bore. naomi thought it never possible, to grow tired of the spoils of humanity, of life itself, and the thrills of being real. but years passed her by, and she claimed more && more lives... the ghost grew tired, more tired than she'd ever been. murder wasn't thrilling, neither was causing a good solid scare. floating between walls to the trail of screams, not much could a coax a smile out from within. so like her will to live, naomi faded from reality - translucent, then invisible, until she was all but totally dead. just a soul, or what's left of one.

her only regret, as the weeks droned on, was her choice in resting place. she'd thought it would be nice, to grow moldy in a place with history. to find peace in death in a place much like herself - forgotten, decrypt, falling apart, full of dead, rotten things. naomi thought herself clever, as she took to the broken, dusty bed - laying herself down, a specter of despair, among the moth-eaten sheets. but the slumber was short-lived, as a tour guide brought people by. a crowd that gaped && awed at the stories they'd tell - haunts, and spirits, promised to linger in the halls. dark hair && a sinister smile was all it took to spark the familiar intrigue in the ghost once more, and naomi floated behind the others, listening to the woman weave her scary, spooky tales.

pressing a hand to the glass of a mirror, naomi tried to pull her tricks, but had forgotten one crucial detail. she'd not killed, not for awhile - the barrier too thick between the spirit world && the living. how used to the freedom she'd grown, when blood often found it's way under her nails, as she claimed lives to live her own. following the guide, naomi screamed with her all might - reached out to clutch her hair, but she only slid right through, landing on the rotting carpet with a soundless thud. they walked on her then, the guide && the crowd, and naomi cursed them as they disappeared back out the door. she thought she was going to be alone again - but it was like clockwork. the guide && the crowd, always new faces this time, found their way through the doors.

once, naomi counted the hours between each trapsing parade. she tracked when they'd come && go, and devised a plan to get her way. a quick death, nothing exciting, nothing out of her glory days. with all her might, she pushed - shoved - growled - howled - threw her specter self into one that lingered at the top of the stair. it took three tries, but finally, down they tumbled - limb over limb && head hitting the wooden floorboards with a crack that thrilled naomi to her core. their soul came undone, she watched it float upwards with a grin - running to the bathroom mirror, to watch her face slowly fade back in. next her hands, then her legs - until she stood there, finally. well, half stood there, floating just above the floor. translucent, still part ghost, as one silly little soul could never be enough. not after this long. naomi sighed, and waited by the window, for the next time the tour guide would come through the old victorian home. she fell asleep with her head against an arm, eyes forlorn - until the voice of the guide in the dead of night roused her from a dream.

naomi spooked, disappearing for a moment, wavering in && out of sight. she wasn't sure if she believed her eyes - did the guide really see her? after all this time? had just one life been enough, after all? unsure if she could even be heard, still half tethered to the other side, naomi gave it a little try - " boo! " she hissed, eyes wide.

[guudgraces]

CLOSED     [   …   ]  wesley &  lottie  ( @gravekeeps ) . 

A  ONCE  OVER  THAT  LINGERS  TOO  LONG,        wesley  approaches  the  girl  –  drink  in  hand.  the  cogs  are  already  turning,  though  he's  sure  this'll  be  easy.  “havin'  a  good  time?”

[hemat0lasluts]

closed for my hot cocoa, @gravekeeps. / [rosary] for your muse to wrap a rosary around my muses’ throat tenderly.

Emiliano’s hands moved with deliberate care, his touch reverent yet firm as he wrapped the rosary around Eve’s delicate throat. His eyes stayed fixed on hers, the weight of the gesture heavy between them. There was something sacred in the act, something that bound them tighter than any prayer or whispered confession ever could.

“You wear it so beautifully,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, tinged with a quiet devotion that bordered on worship. His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the line where the beads rested against her skin. “A reminder of what is holy… and what is ours.”

Leaning in, Emiliano pressed a kiss just below her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Do you feel it, Eve? The power of it? Of me, over you? Say it, mi luz—tell me it’s where it belongs.”