#vamp!master shake

[vampirically-obssesed]

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Pistachio flavoured eternity

Pairing: Vamp!Master Shake/Reader

Slight NSFW/hinted NSFW

Shake licked his lips devilishly, slipping a glove covered hand up your shirt slowly. The sensation made you writhe uncomfortably at the temperature of his hand, your heart pounding mad about the cold appendage smoothing over your chest. You were certain he could feel it, either ignoring it or relishing in the fact that he was making something hot with a pulse feel this way.

He leaned in, scratchy beard tickling your neck as he licked over your pulse, "God, you fucking bimbo... you're going to taste so good..." he hissed happily. Sinking his fangs into you, you let out a soft moan, grabbing onto his lid and letting your head roll back to give him more access.

The night went on and you lost your memory half way through your little fucked up "cuddle session," as he called it. The morning sun arose and you found yourself in bed with the monster that took you from the pond side while trying to explode ducks with baking soda and vinegar. You were nude, he... well, he's always nude. 'What the fuck even happened...' you thought, lying there while checking your body, feeling the multiple bites the dickhead left on you.

[crushmeeren]

࿐ okay little bats! this is part one of vampire week! shinsou is up first, inumaki’s version can be found here.

࿐ master list link ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ biting, blood play, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, sadism/masochism ish?, mild body horror (I think, correct me if I’m wrong).

⋆ ⬪ please keep in mind in case it triggers you, hitoshi and reader save someone from being assaulted. It’s not at all graphic and is over in a split second, but I wanted to warn you just in case!

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┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Hitoshi is the only other vampire that works at the bar with you. In fact, you’re two of the only vamps in town. It’s kind of isolating, but you have each other to lean on. You’ve resisted sleeping with him for fear of losing you’re only vampire companion, but when the shitty drunk regular takes it too far you and Hitoshi decide to…. “take care of him”. And each other.

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“Oi! I’m talkin’ to ya, fuckin’ blood sucker. Gimme ‘nother rum and whiskey!” The drunkard slams his empty glass down onto the sticky wooden bar top, words blurring together as he orders incorrectly. Fucking idiot.

You swallow the snarl building in the back of your throat at his pathetic attempt to insult you. As if a low life, alcoholic human could rattle you. You grit your teeth until they creak under the pressure, barely holding back from crushing the glass you’re drying off.

You swear, if one more trashed bastard pisses you off, you’re tearing this bar apart and draining them all of their blood. Consequences be damned.

You glance at the clock on the wall above you and sigh deeply.

You wonder where the hell Hitoshi is, because it’d be real damn nice if he were to show up on time for his shift, but the probability of that happening in this lifetime is slim to none.

Regardless, the annoying man behind you, who’s started to shake the ice in his glass, is unfortunately a paying customer. You take a fortifying breath to calm the furious simmer in your belly and twirl around to face said idiot.

You shoot the regular, Tom, with your fakest smile, taking care to display the full length of your razor blade like fangs. After all, you do want to remind him who he’s speaking to, and that you’re quite able to rip the head from his shoulders if you see fit.

The teasing imagery of the daydream about it makes the predator in you twitch with anticipation.

“You want a double whiskey on the rocks with coke, right Tom?” Your voice drips with condescension as you correct his order, tone sickly sweet in a way that’s so insincere.

Tom’s stare flickers to your teeth before returning to your face, sniffing once and straightening his spine. “S’what I said, ain’t it?”

Your lips twitch into a smile. “Sure thing.”

Your expression falls flat as you turn to the rows of liquor lining the back of the bar and begin making his drink. To your unending frustration, Tom begins to speak once more. He spews his hate at your back, tone conveying false bravado now that he’s not face to face with a vampire.

“Ya know, you’d be awfully pr’tty if you weren’t a vamp,” he spits the last word as if it’s a curse. “Maybe if ya wore smaller shorts, I’d bend ya ov’r the bar right here doll.”

The undead heart in your chest would be jackrabbiting in rage if you were still alive.

You whip around with a face like thunder, slamming the glass onto the bar top and listen as it splinters with cracks. Tom’s mouth drops open and the potent scent of fear clouds the air.

With your lip curled and tension crackling, you lean across the bar into Tom’s space, eyes itching to fade to complete black and tear him a new asshole when a deep voice pipes up from your left.

“Aw Tom, I didn’t know you were into men. I’m flattered really, I am, but I just love pussy too much,” Hitoshi chimes in, coming to a stand still by your side and placing a hand on his chest in fake endearment.

Your eyes widen in surprise, fading back to their normal color, and glance over to Hitoshi. You slowly unclench your fingers from the glass in relief when you realize it’s your friend coming to your aid.

Tom’s face turns bright red and splotchy, mouth twisting in anger. “I was talkin’ bout her, ya fu—,”

Hitoshi cuts him off. “You said if she “wasn’t a vamp”, right? Well I’m one too, so seems to me like you’re implying that if I wore booty shorts you’d bend me over this bar just the same.” Hitoshi taps the wood with his knuckles and gives the man a lazy grin, enjoying as Tom stutters over his words, becoming even more enraged.

Tom glances at you before deciding he’s got no rebuttal and won’t win this fight. He snatches the whiskey and coke from the bar top before glaring at Hitoshi with a look that could kill. But, as usual, Hitoshi remains cool and unbothered.

“Fuck you, Shinsou.”

With that, Tom scurries back to his table of dumbasses and you raise an eyebrow at Hitoshi, grinning in satisfaction and failing to hold back your snort of laughter.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me?” Hitoshi calls after him, raising his voice enough that other patrons look at him in curiosity. Tom doesn’t spare Hitoshi another look. You laugh harder, hand coming to rest on your fellow vampires shoulder, and Hitoshi smiles at you in amusement, lids lowering slightly with affection.

“Thanks,” you say through a laugh, wiping a fake tear from your eye. “He’s such a fucking idiot, we aren’t even the only supernatural creatures in this town. I don’t know why he singles us out.”

“He probably wants to be a vampire and secretly loathes himself for it. Or he just wishes he could be as pretty as you.” Hitoshi bumps his shoulder with yours, smirking. You roll your eyes, but the echo of what you remember butterflies to be flutters in your belly.

You roughly jab his stomach with your elbow and watch as he pretends to curl over with a fake gasp of pain. “I think you may be the one who’s an idiot, Hitoshi.”

“So rude! I saved your ass from having to sleep with vamphobic Tom!”

“Vamphobic?” You ask with a scoff. “You say that as if I don’t have the strength to drink all his blood and rip him to shreds without flinching. Are you doubting me?”

Hitoshi sends a smug half smile your way, one sharp fang poking out over his bottom lip. “Nah, but I’d enjoy watching that play out more than I should, if you know what I mean. My pants would be way too tight for the interview I’d have to give to the police afterwards about why you murdered someone.”

You ignore his nasty, but not unwanted comment, playfully baring your fangs and punching him in the shoulder before commanding him to get back to work. Hitoshi does, but not before sending you a wink. His relentless flirting would make you blush to the tips of your pointy ears if you still retained that ability.

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After that, Tom doesn’t bother you directly for the rest of the night. And he avoids Shinsou like the plague, going to your very much human coworker at the bar to satiate his alcoholism. He does keep sending you searing glares, but you could not give less of a fuck if you tried.

You’d ban him if the owner would allow you, but he’s a human who’s standoffish towards supernatural creatures on a good day, and he assumes you can take care of yourself.

Which, to be fair, you can, but it’s the principle of allowing someone to treat you so shitty and letting him get away with it that bothers you. Even if you are a vampire.

With an annoyed huff, you at least attempt to look friendly as you set down a drink for another customer, grabbing their offered money and handing them change before they walk away.

You lean your hip against the bar and cross your arms, taking advantage of the lull to study Hitoshi as he works along side you. You notice that he’s unfairly handsome when viewing him from the side and you can see just how tall the fucker is. Your gaze traces the long lean line of his body and how deft fingers mix drinks without spilling a drop.

You frown in some sort of misplaced jealousy when he teases his current customer and makes her giggle, sending her a cat like grin that has her blushing. Hitoshi must feel you burning holes into the side of his skull, because he turns to you after she leaves and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You frown even harder and switch your attention to refilling the ice underneath the bar. You make your way to the back and locate the ice machine, the biting cold not affecting you in the slightest as you scoop the frozen cubes it into a bucket. Your skin’s only a couple degrees warmer anyways, if that.

It doesn’t surprise you when your thoughts start wander as you complete the mindless task. You recall how you met Hitoshi when you moved to town a couple years ago, longing to be free of the big city and closer to the vast wilderness.

You’d ventured into a little diner in town that serves supernatural creatures exclusively, and you’d ended up sitting next to the handsome man at the bar, too absorbed in your own world to realize you’d sat down next to another vampire.

Hitoshi had instantly noticed that you were of the same species, introducing himself with a lazy smile and mentioning he was surprised to meet another vamp in town. Especially someone new because there were so few of you around here.

You’d ended up chatting with him until the sun threatened to rise and incinerate both of you. You had exchanged numbers and eventually he offered to secure you a spot at the bar he worked at. He said that they were friendlier to vampires than most of the other bars in town, and that you’d earn pretty decent money there.

When you stared at him in shock and asked why, he just shrugged and smiled knowingly, saying “vamps have to stick together, right?”

You’d had a fat fucking crush on him since then. But, begrudgingly, you’d decided not to do anything about it. The risk wouldn’t be worth losing such a pillar in your life because you spend too much time daydreaming about sitting on Hitoshi’s cock.

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The rest of the evening passes smoothly. Tom managed to leave without a scene, and now you’re closing down the bar with Hitoshi. You’ve checked off almost every chore of cleaning up front, finishing up with mopping the sticky floor, and Hitoshi was in the back. You can hear him loudly counting the cash from the registers before he deposits it in the safe hidden in the managers office.

You had just gotten done pouring the filthy mop water down the drain when Hitoshi snuck up behind you and dug his fingers into your ribs. You shoot up straight with a yelp, eyes shifting to pitch black and nails sharpening into points as you spin and try to claw at the face of your assailant.

Hitoshi ducks with a laugh, easily avoiding the assault and hopping backwards out of your reach. A warning rumbles lowly in your chest and you sneer at the sneaky vamp. He doesn’t rise to the bait, just tilts his head back in delighted laughter as you click your tongue behind your teeth in annoyance.

You crack your neck and allow your features to return to what they once were and roll your eyes so hard you think they may get stuck in your skull.

“You’re such a dick Hitoshi!” You complain, ready to send him flying through the wall if he keeps it up.

“C’mon,” he taunts. “You don’t normally let me sneak up behind you like that.” He saunters up close to you now that the threat of his eyeballs being ripped out has disappeared. “Something on your mind?” Hitoshi tilts his head to stare down at you, eyes glinting in a way that tells you he probably has an idea of what you were distracted by.

You purse your lips and slip past Hitoshi to get to your locker and gather your things. You vehemently remind yourself that Hitoshi cannot actually read your mind, and there’s no way in hell you’re admitting to your silly daydream of him fucking you on the bar top, fangs embedded deep in your throat.

“No,” you emphasize as you slam your locker shut. “I’m just starving, that’s all.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“I am,” you insist, staking him with your best glare.

He smirks, pretending to be nonchalant as he stretches his arms above his head.

“Well since you’re practically withering away from starvation, do you want to get a bite to eat with me before the sun comes up?”

Your eyes narrow. “Were you planning on heading out to the forest?”

“Yep,” he confirms, popping the p and dropping his arms to his sides.

You debate it, but ultimately you agree to go with him, as long as you hurry because there’s only a couple hours left until sun rise. Hitoshi replies with a “yes mother,” and gestures for you to go first, looking entirely too smug, and follows closely behind you as you exit the bar, locking it before you leave.

The forest isn’t far, and with how fast the two of you are, you’re there in seconds and lingering at the edge of the tree line. Your limbs tingle with adrenaline the way they always do right before going on a hunt with Hitoshi.

“Ready slow poke?” He jokes, eyes crinkling as he grins widely and shifts into a stance that will allow him to take off like a shot.

You scoff but smile nonetheless. “You’re not going to win this race Toshi.”

“We’ll see. Loser has to mop the front for the next week?”

Before you can protest, Hitoshi is gone. You curse and take off after him, a delighted peal of laughter leaving you once you catch up and witness him tripping over a branch.

You catch your first animal before he does, effectively crowning you the winner of the bet.

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You’re borderline painfully full and extremely satiated as you and Hitoshi make your way back into town.

You had somewhat tried not to make a mess of yourself, but had given up after drinking your first animal made you giddy. Blood now stains your mouth and chin, dying your neck a deep red and soaks your clothes. Your hands and arms also look as if they’ve been dunked in red paint.

Hitoshi doesn’t fair much better, and you find your gaze lingering on him for far longer than is comfortable.

It’s difficult to ignore the way your lower belly swirls with arousal when Hitoshi looks so high from the hunt. Eyes wide and wild as he runs a hand through his hair and paints it crimson. You swallow drily when his lips stretch into a manic grin.

The two of you chatter excitedly, trekking back through town towards the direction of your respective homes. There’s no need for a car when you can run everywhere.

You make it close to a hundred feet from the bar when the sounds of a struggle make your ears perk up, clothes rustling and a faint sobbing cutting through the air. You freeze in place, sharing a concerned look with Hitoshi as he does the same.

“You hear that?” You whisper, and Hitoshi nods.

“Yeah, it sounds like…” Hitoshi trails off as he strains to listen, head jerking back in surprise and eyes widening. “It fucking sounds like Tom!”

Your jaw drops open. “Holy shit, it is! What the fuck is he doing?” You hiss, nails resharpening and eyes fading black until no white remains. One peak at Hitoshi shows his body reacting the exact same.

Within a second, you and Hitoshi are at the entrance to the alleyway by the bar, a gust of wind being propelled down the alley as you skid to a stop.

You find Tom, the bar regular, pinning a petrified women to the brick wall. He’s got a knife pressed to her throat as tears stream down her face. The bitter scent of her fear is so strong your nose scrunches, and her racing pulse pounds in your ears.

Tom’s other hand is tugging the sleeve of her shirt over her shoulder, but stops as he turns to the alley entrance in annoyance at the sudden disturbance.

He drops the knife in shock when he notices just who has interrupted him, his own heart skipping a beat or two as he takes you in.

You know the moon and street lamps must paint you and Hitoshi in a terrifying light. The two of you look as if you’ve just returned from a massacre. Eyes soulless and calculating, black veins branching out to your temples and down your cheeks.

Tom gasps once he catches a real look at you, frantically taking a few steps back from the women who appears as if she’s stopped breathing to seem invisible. She trembles, nails grating against the brick wall behind as she silently slides down to sit in the gravel.

“W-what the fuck are you two doing here?” Tom stutters, instinctively shifting so his back is facing away from the looming threat. You grin, a sick sense of satisfaction swelling in your stomach, and the lingering bloodlust of hunting down your prey makes your fingers twitch. You can help this lady and scare the hell out of Tom at the same time.

Before Tom can blink, you’re standing in front of him, gripping his throat and digging your nails in as you lift him until he’s on the very tips of his toes.

“Aw,” you say with a fake pout. “What’s the matter Tom, not happy to see us? Ha, you’re scared of Toshi and I, aren’t you? But why? We’re just a couple of filthy fucking vamps after all,” you sneer, nails piercing his skin and sending rivulets of blood down his throat. He scrambles to hang onto your wrist, vigorously shaking his head no as his face turns red.

Hitoshi appears next to you. “What the fuck were you doing to that poor lady Tom?” He smiles with a crazed look in his eyes, clearly a beast playing with its food. “You aren’t hurting her, are you? Cuz that’d make me awfully angry if you were.”

Tom tries to speak, but you squeeze your hand against his trachea and he chokes, wheezing pitifully. He looks terrified, and you’re pretty sure you could get off from it.

“N-no! Fuckin’ let me go!” Tom tries to wriggle free, hand coming up to try and swing at you but he misses and it makes you giggle. You cock your head, eyes alight with excitement.

“Too bad we don’t believe you. You’re the scum on the bottom of my shoe, Tom.”

“Should we kill him?” Hitoshi asks aloud, just to make Tom squirm. Said man’s face loses all its color when you take longer than necessary to pretend to consider it.

“Mm, no, not this time,” you finally answer. Hitoshi pouts when you glance at him. “But we can hurt him,” you reassure, bloodlust pulsating to down your toes. You turn back to Tom and speak in a tone that surely has the hair on the back of his neck standing up. “If either of us catches you at the bar again, I promise you’ll die by the hands of a fucking blood sucker. Do you understand me?”

Tom nods so fast you think his neck might snap.

With a flick of your wrist you’re flinging Tom down the alley way until he collides with the corner of a metal dumpster. His skull hits it with a loud crack, and he crumples to the ground in a heap. His hand flies to the back of his head as he cries out in pain, swaying as he pushes himself to stand on unsteady legs. He stares at you and Hitoshi like a deer in headlights, freezing momentarily before sprinting away with his tail tucked between his legs.

You sigh dejectedly through your nose, grinding your teeth to release some of the energy still blistering inside you, and Hitoshi tends to the sobbing woman nearby. She’s skittish as he helps her to her feet and guides her to her car. He offers to drive her to the hospital or to call the police, but she declines profusely, affirming she’ll go to the police station herself.

As much as she’s grateful, she’s clearly afraid of you and Hitoshi.

The entire ordeal has heat pooling between your legs. The fact that is was a real possibility that you could’ve beaten the shit out of Tom, and the leftover adrenaline from your hunt has your pussy clenching between your legs. You really want to rub your thighs together for some relief.

It doesn’t help in the slightest that Hitoshi seems to be just as worked up. He’s drumming his fingers on his thigh as he walks back to you, too restless to relax enough and allow his features to return to what they normally are, and you’re in the same boat.

“She okay?” You ask, fidgeting in place. You swallow a mouthful of cotton, clenching your jaw to root yourself in place and keep from flinging yourself at your long time friend.

“She’s fine, heading to the police now,” he says distractedly, not hiding the blatant way he drags his eyes up and down your body. The tension between you is thick, starting to blaze, and your frigid skin is a bit more flushed than normal.

Two years of pining is clawing at the back your throat, trying to escape. The way Hitoshi looks in the moonlight, looking as if he’s fucked out from the high of hunting, well, it makes your mouth water.

You’re about to pipe up and tell Hitoshi you need to leave. To go home and stuff yourself with your fingers until you cum picturing him, but then Hitoshi is in your space, crowding you and backing you into the brick wall until it scratches at your skin through your shirt.

You adamantly stare at Hitoshi’s blood soaked t-shirt as you become too shocked to move, but he settles one finger under your chin and applies enough pressure to force your head up to see his sly smile.

“I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I really wanna fuck you right now,” he murmurs lowly, other hand sliding down to sneak under the hem of your shirt and drag sharp nails over your side. “This is probably a terrible time to admit this, but fuck it.” He slips two fingers into your waistband and tugs you close. “I like you.”

The back of your skull knocks into brick when you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, arousal ringing through your bones and making your gums ache with the need to bite.

“I like you too, Hitoshi.“

“Yeah?” He drawls, voice smoky and hopeful as a satisfied smile worms its way onto his lips. He drags his nail from your chin down to the hollow of your throat, smoothing his other hand up your stomach and slipping beneath the hem of your bra up to roughly squeeze a handful of your tit.

Your lids flutter while you moan, running your tongue slowly from fang to fang, and Hitoshi tracks the movement with a dark hunger in his eyes.

“You gonna fuck me here in the alley Hitoshi? Where anyone could see?” You tease, fisting the front of his shirt with both hands.

The tension between you coils tight. tight. tight. as you slide your hands over his collarbone, up the back of his neck, and tangle in his soft hair. Hitoshi leans in closer, lips parting on a soft groan as he grabs your hips.

“That’s fucking right I am baby,” he whispers, lips barely brushing yours.

Hitoshi presses his mouth firmly to yours, kissing you hot and slick with a newfound desperation as your lips connect again and again.

One of your fangs catches on Hitoshi’s bottom lip and tears the skin open. He moans like a whore, chest rumbling as the blood consumed earlier has now had enough time to circulate through his veins and flow dark red down his chin. The urge to taste consumes you. You push forward to catch the blood with your tongue, lapping it off his chin with a lustful moan.

Hitoshi hisses, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck and yanks until your skull crashes into the wall, leaving a decent sized dent in its wake. You gasp his name, hands flying up to hold his forearms as he tilts your head to this side, the muscles in your neck straining unpleasantly.

Hitoshi makes a sound of understanding as something dawns on him, and he snickers a little.

“You want it to hurt, don’t you? My little masochist,” Hitoshi taunts, pressing the long line of his body against yours, and you whine. His cock is hard and straining against his zipper, digging harshly into your stomach. “Can I have a bite baby girl? Pretty please?” He teases, tongue dragging up the side of your neck and smearing his blood all over.

“Fuck!” You yelp, a sharp fang nicking you. “Please, yes, make it hurt Hitoshi,” you demand, anticipation making your toes curl in your shoes. He chuckles, ripping your shirt as he yanks it over your shoulder, and you have to fist his shirt again to anchor yourself.

Hitoshi holds you by the waist with one hand, tightens his hold on your hair, and presses a tender kiss to your collarbone before sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His fangs slice through your skin like a hot knife to butter, and it hurts so. fucking. much.

Vamps are not meant to bite other vamps.

You scream, uncaring who hears, and your nails cut into Hitoshi’s biceps. The pain is hot and it flares brightly, radiating up to your jaw when Hitoshi sucks deeply. He moans and it vibrates throughout your shoulder.

You thrash in his unrelenting grip, a sob welling up in the back of your throat, but Hitoshi doesn’t let you move. Your pussy throbs, soaking your panties and Hitoshi’s cock keeps jerking in his jeans.

“Hitoshi,” you plead, voice hoarse. “I want you, so fucking bad. Please.” Hitoshi sucks once more to force a whimper out of you before retracting his teeth, the slick sensation of his teeth sliding free from the deep muscle inside your shoulder sends a jolt straight to your clit.

Blood pours from the the open wound on your neck, down your collarbone and the metallic scent makes your mouth water. Hitoshi releases your hair, lapping at the raw wound a few times, and leans back to lick his lips clean with a sigh. His chest rumbles with satisfaction.

Your hand sneaks down to cup his cock through his jeans, squeezing and making him gasp in surprise. Hitoshi tilts his head down to leer at the way you slip your hand under the waistband of his pants, sliding under his briefs and all the way down the smooth skin of his shaft. You squeeze his balls and his hips buck up into your hand, a choked off moan escaping him. Hitoshi grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up.

“Don’t tease,” he warns darkly, a few more pitch black veins branching out from his underneath his eyes and snaking down his cheeks.

You smile coyly and free your hand, quickly unbuttoning his pants and yanking them, along with his briefs, down to his mid thighs. His cock bobs free, heavy enough that it smacks his pelvis before settling on sticking straight out. Your pussy aches at the sight, and suddenly you need to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, to gather the precum beading there, or you might die all over again.

Hitoshi reaches for the back of his shirt and slips it off, dropping it carelessly into a pile by his feet. You start to sink to your knees, intent on fulfilling your own desire, when he snatches your wrist and keeps you upright. You whine loudly in protest and Hitoshi grins lazily in return, the corners of his eyes crinkling at your desperation.

“Later, sweetheart. I’ll take you home and let you suck my cock to your heart’s desire, but right now, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

With that, Hitoshi effortlessly spins you around and forces you to catch yourself with your palms flat on the brick. He noses at the back of your neck and reaches his hands around to unbutton your shorts. He slips his thumbs into the waistband and yanks until all the material falls to the floor.

You instinctively step out of them, sneakers only getting caught once before you kick them aside. Hitoshi rests a hand on your lower back and pushes, encouraging you to arch and show yourself to him. You do so eagerly, breath hitching when the cool night air hits your slick, sensitive pussy.

Hitoshi reaches down between your thighs to place two fingers on your clit, rubbing slow circles into it that have you digging your forehead into the brick wall. The thumb of his other hand comes up to spread you open more, dragging it down to part the soft lips of your pussy.

“Fuck, you are so soft, it’s driving me insane. That feel good baby?” He coos, playing with your clit a little faster as electricity shoots up your spine. You nod, fingers curling into brick and making some of it crumble.

“Yes, it’s so good. Fuck me, c’mon Hitoshi.”

“Say please,” he chides. “You have manners don’t you?”

“Please, fuck me,” you say through gritted teeth.

“That’s my girl,” he teases, the blunt tip of his cock sliding over you. Hitoshi reaches up and cups the wound on your shoulder, pinching the area until blood wells up in his palm.

You feeeze, goosebumps littering your arms when you hear the slick noise of Hitoshi pumping his cock….with your blood. A startled laugh bursts out of you.

“You’re fucking nasty Hitoshi,” you say with amusement, forehead pushing further into the wall.

“Yeah,” he confirms with a breathy sigh, nudging his cock against your tight pussy, a slow press of his hips until the tip pops in. “But you’re the whore who loves it.” Hitoshi buries his cock inside you to the hilt, hips smacking into your ass as you cry out from the burning stretch.

“Fuckk,” you groan hoarsely, bracing yourself on your forearms, and Hitoshi snickers. Slender fingers hold tight to your waist as he pulls his hips back, letting his cock create a delicious friction that has you shivering. Then he shoves himself back inside and starts to build a steady rhythm.

“Your pussy’s better than I imagined, oh my fucking god,” Hitoshi says like he can’t quite believe he’s having sex with you.

Hitoshi, unsurprisingly, can read you pretty well, and so, he fucks you like hates you, but he whispers the sweetest praise in your ear at the same time. The pleasure starts to build pathetically quickly behind your belly button, and you drop one hand down to play with your clit.

Hitoshi catches your wrist, reaches for the other one and then leans back and twists. He traps both your hands with one of his and rests your now immobile hands at the small of your back.

His pace doesn’t falter as he tangles fingers in your hair and wrenches your head back a few inches, pushing forward and slamming the side of your face into the brick as pain crackles across your temple.

The moan you let out bounces off the surrounding walls.

“Cum on my cock, or don’t fucking cum at all.” Hitoshi’s voice is like ice, hips starting to snap shallowly as he repeatedly nails your g-spot.

“Fuck!” You cry out. “Okay, okay! Hitoshi, oh my god, make me cum on your cock!” You can tell that the skin on your cheekbone has torn, more blood leaking down and into your mouth.

“That’s what I like to hear, good girl.” Hitoshi frees your hair and preoccupies himself with smacking your ass, never letting go of your wrists. You breath catches, exhaling shakily when he tugs one of your ass cheeks to the side and spits. He rubs the pad of his thumb over your rim and pushes inside.

Your pussy flutters and clings to Hitoshi’s cock like she never wants to let go, and the knot in your lower pelvis unravels furiously as your orgasm pulses through you. Hitoshi whines, dropping your wrists and hooks his thumb even deeper to tug at your rim as he places his free hand near your head.

“Shit, that’s it baby. You’re gonna make me cum,” Hitoshi manages to say between moans. His breath hitches, and then he’s pushing himself in to the hilt as he cock kicks with his release.

It’s silent as Hitoshi rests his forehead on your shoulder and kisses the back of it sweetly while you come back down to earth. The pleasure fades into oversensitivity, and you’re hyper aware of how full you feel and how sticky you still are with blood. You twist one hand behind you and push weakly at his bare stomach.

“Hitoshi, pull out. It’s getting uncomfortable,” you complain, fidgeting slightly.

He groans, but ultimately he bends to your will and pulls free from you with a slick noise. You sigh gently, feeling your features smooth out, and flip around to lean your weight on the wall. Hitoshi’s eyes have turned purple once again, and he looks far more normal now.

Well, as normal as somebody covered in dried blood can.

You start to giggle when you take in the sight of him. He’s an absolute wreck and he rolls his eyes before joining in your laughter.

It’s then that you notice the sky starting to turn pink and Hitoshi’s expression softens considerably.

“Want to stay at my place?” He asks sheepishly, offering you your shorts and underwear. You take them with a grateful smile, sliding them on and grimacing at the filthy sensation of cum in your panties. Hitoshi finishes tucking himself away and you reach a hand out to him. He grins and sweetly laces his fingers with yours.

“I guess sleeping in your bed doesn’t sound like the worst option available.”

Thankfully, once you get to Hitoshi’s blacked out apartment, you’re able to shower and then flop down in his bed and curl into his chest.

Yeah, being two of the only vampires in town isn’t so bad after all.

[blackbirdie1234]

Hey!! I love your fic's so much!

Can I request a Jacob x Fem!reader where they are friends but reader has a crush on Jacob. When he shifts he leaves and does what he did to Bella like ignoring her and Billy won't answer the door.

Mutual pinning but neither knows. He imprints on reader.

Thank you so much keep up the great writing :)

Also, I was wondering if you are going to be doing the vampires as well?

Hi!, Thank you so much for the request! I appreciate the kind words <3

I will be doing fanfics for the vampires as well! As of right now I only have the wolves, but I am planning on making a master list for the vamps and Bella. If you want to make a request for them I can definitely do that! I am planning on making a fic for Jasper soon!

A/N: Not proofread! I aged Jacob up a bit, you both are seventeen here. I didn't know exactly how to end this but I think I might do a spin-off series off of this fic so if you are interested in that let me know. Also, sorry for the late posting I am currently sick and going through it lmao. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: Jacob being an ass, cursing, angst, Y/N with a backbone.

Wolf’s Out Of The Bag

Jacob Black x Fem!reader

You were staring blankly down at your phone. Ten phone calls, ten phone calls sent to voicemail. Ten desperate, pleading voicemails. No callback, no text, nothing received. You snapped your phone closed and threw it down on the bed.

It had been two weeks since Jacob stormed off from your house after getting into a small disagreement, at least it started off that way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"It's nothing you need to worry about, Jacob," You grumbled with a slight roll of your eyes. Hoping he would drop the subject.

He was giving you an irritated look. You lightly pushed him with your shoulder giving him a small smile.

"I didn't think you'd care that much, it was one date and it's never happening again," you noted with a light-hearted laugh to ease the tension.

He turned to face you, irritation turning to anger. You could actually feel the heat radiating off of his body next to yours.

"Wow you must be really dumb, I mean how could you even think about going on a date with that pig. He's not good enough for you, but then again if you were desperate enough to give him a chance maybe I'm wrong" He barked getting more bitter with each word.

You look at him in shock.

"Why would you say that to me" You said not believing what you were hearing. "It's really none of your business who I go out with, you aren't my bodyguard, you don't have to 'protect' me. When did you get the right to decide who is 'good enough' for me? Huh? You're being a dick and I don't know why but it better change right now." You say sternly. He has never acted like this before and this sudden behavior change is not sitting well with you.

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Jacob left shortly after that. He had gotten so angry he was shaking, you can't even remember the words that were thrown after that. Now, he wasn't answering the phone. Billy said he came down with mono, you didn't know how much you believed it but decided to trust that Billy wouldn't lie to you.

Jacob was your best friend, you loved him a lot. You had never had such an intense fight, you never thought he would react the way he did. You only went on the stupid date to get Jacob out of your head, you thought that maybe you would get over Jacob if you found someone else to pay attention to. You were wrong, no one made you feel the way that Jacob did. Jacob made you feel at home, you couldn't explain why but it was like he was the person you were meant to be with. He was the one who understood you fully and would never judge you for anything you said or did. Until now......

You were deeply hurt by what Jacob said to you, and if he thought that you would get over it he was surely mistaken. He had never said anything more hurtful to you in your entire friendship. You had thought about just letting it go, letting life run its course even if it meant Jacob being out of your life, but you couldn't just sit and let him speak to you that way. You wanted answers. Sitting in your room waiting for him to call and explain was becoming too stressful. You sat there for hours overthinking and no matter what you were doing you were replaying the moment in your mind.

You must be going crazy. At least that's what you were trying to convince yourself after seeing Jacob cliff-jumping with Sam Uley and his gang. You had decided that you would go to La Push, and relax your body and mind on one of the only partly cloudy days in Forks. The skies were pretty clear but there was a storm coming soon, so you decided to do it now. Never in your life did you think you would see what you were seeing now. Are you fucking serious? was all you could think as you drove your car straight to Billy Black's house. You wanted to make sure it was really Jacob, so you went to the man who had told you how 'serious' his condition was in the first place.

As you pulled into the driveway the clouds began covering the sky in a dark grey mass. You hopped out of the car and began walking to the front door, Billy had opened the door as soon as you stepped onto the wood. His face had a mix of concern and confusion as he noticed your agitated expression and the way your chest was slightly heaving from anger.

"Where is he" you say with a grumble.

"He's not here, he went out," He says seriously but looking down a bit not wanting to make eye contact. Billy didn't like lying to you and to your face it was even worse.

Just as you were about to speak you looked to the side and saw that far away down the hill, Jacob stood playfully nudging another man as a few more came out of the woods.

"Don't Y/N" Billy said in warning.

You started stomping down the hill, ignoring Billy's yells. Billy calling your name caught the attention of Jacob, as his face shifted from laughing to completely still. You continued to walk towards Jacob as the rain started, it quickly went from a drizzle to full pouring as you finally reached him.

To say you were fuming would be an understatement.

"What the actual fuck Jacob!" you say basically screaming at the shirtless man, who was now staring directly into your eyes with what looked like pure amazement but you ignored it the best you could, whatever love for him you felt in that moment may have been strong but you were too angry to care so you continued.

"So we have one fight and you ignore me for two weeks?! I called you ten times, ten times Jacob. You couldn't bother picking up the phone at least once, you could've told me you didn't want to be friends but no! You had your daddy lie to me" You say with an angry laugh.

"I thought you were sick Jacob! Too sick to pick up the damn phone and text me! Come to find out you were just having too much fun cliff jumping with the guys we used to make fun of! You know what you can have them, If you want to throw away seventeen years of friendship then be my guest." You say finally taking a breath.

The weight off of your chest feels amazing, but as you finish Jacob falls to his knees. The boys behind him look between you two with pure shock on their faces before they start laughing and smiling. You look up at them shocked and confused thinking they were making fun of you. They start walking away but not before patting Jake on the back. Sam leans down and whispers something to him as he sits there still on his knees staring at you.

"Do you even care about a word I just said to you? You know what never mind if you think this is a joke I might as well leave," You say turning around and starting to walk away.

Jacob suddenly found his voice as he quickly got to his feet and stumbled trying to reach you.

"WAIT! Wait, wait, Y/N please hold on!" He spoke hurriedly. Grasping for your hand and pulling you around. Hand now resting on your waist.

"I am so, so sorry. Please let me explain everything, I promise I won't lie to you anymore. I can explain everything now, just come inside and dry off." He said pleadingly, trying his best to get you to listen to him.

You thought for a moment, you didn't trust him at all but the way he was speaking you knew he was telling the truth to some extent. It was hard for him to lie to you, you know how Jacob works, you know the subtle mannerisms he has when he's not telling the truth. Considering all of this you finally speak.

"Fine, but if things don't add up or I find out you are still lying, I am gone," You say sternly, pulling his hands away from you and walking up the hill.

When you get to the house, Jacob gives you warm tea and a blanket which you take from him without a word. He comes over and sits across from you. He almost reaches for your hand but stops himself.

"The day that I left your house, something changed, I changed...." He claimed, looking at your reaction with a hint of fear but continued "This is going to sound crazy, but you have to believe me on this..... I am a werewolf"

You stared at him for a moment before throwing the blanket off and standing up, Jacob followed suit immediately. You threw him a glare before starting to walk out.

"No, No, Y/N wait!" he shouted after you, reaching out and grabbing your hand. "I am telling the truth let me show you" He spoke as he continued outside your hand still in his.

" I swear Jacob if this is a pra....."

You went dead silent as he began taking his boots, and then his shorts off. Now standing in just his underwear. He gave you a curt nod and then started bending and shaking profusely. You could barely blink before your best friend stood in front of you only he wasn't human anymore, he was a massive wolf.

You jumped back a bit as the wolf started coming towards you, noticing your fear he slowly laid down on the ground and gave out a small whine to signal he would not hurt you. You were in complete shock, how was this possible? Everything you ever heard about the stories of the Quileute tribe growing up was true, and your best friend was living proof. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, but they were silenced by the wolf standing up and trotting to the back of the house. Jacob then emerged in different clothes than before.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you Y/N" Jacob expressed, grabbing your hands hesitantly until you leaned into the touch slightly.

"Why couldn't you tell me, you know I would never judge you, nor would I ever tell anyone " You pressed before giving him a confused stare "Wait why are you telling me now?"

He looked at you a gave you a crooked smile.

"It's one of the rules that came with the gig" He laughs a bit before pulling you a bit closer. "The reason I can tell you now is because you are my soulmate," He says beaming down at you.

You stare up at him with a bewildered expression.

"I'm your what?" you say breathing out.

"You are my imprint, Y/N. It's a wolf's soulmate, it is the reason for their existence, you feel like it isn't gravity holding you to the ground anymore, it's them. You can be anything the imprint wants you to be, a friend, a protector, a lover, all that matters is that the two are connected. Like vines on trees overlapping each other both on the same path, interlocked." He pauses, putting his hand on your face and caressing your cheek gently.

"I know this might be overwhelming and a lot to handle. I really want you to know how deeply sorry I am for everything that I said. I'm not going to sit here and blame it all on the wolf because it wasn't, I was jealous. I was jealous that you went on that date with someone that wasn't me and I didn't mean a word that I said about you. I'm going to be fully honest with you from now on, starting with the fact that I have been in love with you since the second grade. I know that trusting me will take time, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I understand that I have hurt you, so it might take a very long time but I will always be there for you. Everything is up to you, I understand if you want to reject the connection. The connection can be anything you want it to be, but I really truly do not want to lose you and the past two weeks without you have been hell on earth for me. I'm just really sorry Y/N." He pleads letting go of your hands and allowing you to process.

"I... I love you too Jacob. I have for a while now. I'm not going to forgive you easily but I am glad you understand how much you have hurt me. I am willing to give this a shot, mainly because I can feel the connection and would be an idiot if I said that I didn't." You laugh a bit as he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face.

"But if you ever say or do that to me again I will put you in a dog house and leave you there," You say with an evil smile laughing at the way his face drops before he joins in.

You two get out of the rain and drive separately to Emily's house where you meet the pack and they explain in much more detail what being a wolf really entails. You and Emily become quick friends, and as the days go on you slowly fall into a routine that is pure chaos but you wouldn't have it any other way. You and Jacob work on your relationship, slowly building back trust and falling deeper and deeper into love with each other. You have fully accepted your place in a world filled with wolves and life seems to be going great, that is until they tell you exactly why they turn into the big ferocious beasts....... there are vampires in Forks.

[death-and-doctors]

How to Celebrate an Anniversary

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Protip #1: Always be prepared when things don’t turn out as they seem.

Will Solace - di Angelo always woke up first in the morning. Ever since he and his husband, Nico Solace - di Angelo, who was his boyfriend at the time, left camp halfblood 10 years ago. He has taken upon himself to make breakfast despite his inability to do much in the kitchen. 

He got up from his side of the bed and surprisingly, the Gods has blessed them with such a fine morning. Venturing down to their marbled kitchen. He prepared the things needed to make a simple breakfast in bed. After all, today was an important event for bot of them- their 5 year anniversary. 

Will could still remember like it was yesterday. After leaving Camp Halfblood, Will was adamant about going to the route of a neurosurgeon. As a child of Apollo, he was gifted as hell in all things medical. Nico, liking the idea of going into university too, decided to also join him in the medical field but to work as a medical examiner considering his relationship with death. 

So there they both went to university in a tiny apartment. Of course, once they both graduated and both Hades and Apollo decided to be the one to gift them with a new lot which was big enough to fit their friends and their kids. 

So, they hired Annabeth to make them a southern style house mixed with some Italian detailing which kinda looks like a mansion now that he thinks of it. Maybe someday, when Nico decided that it's time for them to expand their family, the house wouldn't be as lonely as it seems. 

The smell of the pancakes almost burning stopped Will from his thoughts and he quickly turned the stove off. He knew that later, Nico would be stressing out about the small celebration their friends insisted they have because "It's not everyday people get married for 5 years. Divorce is rampant di Angelo." To Nico's dismay, he relented and has been stressing out planning a small dinner party to celebrate with their friends. 

Will opened the door to the master bedroom with his husband still out cold. He placed the pancakes in the nearby table stand and started to shake him. 

Nico started to stirring. "Happy Anniversary, sunshine." Will says while Nico gets up to sit leaning in the headboard. "Mhmmm, happy anniversary to you too, caro”

"Here, I made some pancakes before the day starts. Unfortunately, my shit resident boss decided that they need my help concerning a patient because 'No Doctor Solace, no one in this floor can quite precisely cut through the tumor like you can.’ I think you may have to go solo on decorating."  Will explains which makes Nico chuckle. Unlike Nico, who works in the morgue department of the hospital which makes him have night shifts a lot,  Will's work was usually in the afternoon schedule. This sometimes gives them lunch time to spend together but considering that yesterday was Nico's day off, he had the night to spend with Will. 

"No it's alright, I can start the decorations and summon some skeletons to help me. Maybe ask Jules Albert to pick up some materials." 

"I think that's a stellar idea. Anyways, no more job or party talks. How about a little breakfast in bed. I made semi-burnt pancakes with orange juice or you know we could do some other activities.” Will started wiggling his eyebrows climbing next to Nico in their king bed. 

"Yeah? What kind of activities do you have in mind, solace." 

"I could show you." Will kissed Nico with such fervidity which earned him a moan. Nico then thought, screw the pancakes. 

After sometime, Will was expected to be back from work. Nico called his department head to explain his absence later. Anyways, there's not much things to do in the morgue anymore after Nico and Will came to the hospital. 

He summoned some skeletons to help vamp up the dining room. There were different kinds of food on the table while Nico was still preparing more considering their friends have big appetites while some were pregnant.

The door opened to see it was only Will who came out the other end. "Hey darlin, need some help?" He put down his work bag and loosened his tie. 

"Nope just need to chill the wine glasses and everything is good to go. Shouldn't you be changing?" Will chuckled back and headed to their room to freshen up. 

So far so good, he thought while he fixed his dress shirt and hair again and was ready to receive guests. Will came down wearing a matching color scheme with Nico like the domesticated couple they became after years of marriage.

"I bet you 10 bucks that Hazel and Frank will be the first ones over." Will says as he saunters to Nico and pulls him in a hug but it was cut short by a door bell. 

"Uncle Nico, Uncle Will, it's Marie." Marie Levesque-Zhang was Hazel and Frank's small 2 year old. Unlike her parents who was introverted in their own way, Marie was a ball of energy. A total opposite of Hazel and Frank.

"Speaking of the devil." Will released him and opened the door "Hey you guys." And started to greet them. 

"And hello to you too, Missy Marie." Nico always new, Will was good with kids. He took care if his own siblings and the kids at the infirmary with such caution and ease. 

He watch from the living room as Will hoisted little Marie up as she giggles at his antics. 

"Hi Nico. Happy Anniversary." Frank greeted him with a hug. After years of being with Will, Nico wasn't so hesitant with hugs anymore. Instead, he came to like it especially if it came from Will. 

He ushered them to the couch where they could wait. "Uncle Nico, Uncle Nico, I can finally turn into animals just like daddy. Look." Nico watched his niece so off her powers to them. 

"That's great Mar, practice more and you can be better than your father." He kneeled down in front of her. Her bright smile melted all the tiredness away from everyone and looking at his sister, Hazel, with the look of pride in her eyes. Nico could finally say he was happy. 

The others finally arrived. First came the Jackson's with their son, Luke, and a pregnant Annabeth which they plan to name her Charlie. Then, the Grace's came with Piper who was pregnant with baby Tristan. Of course, Reyna and Thalia soon followed bearing gifts to decorate their home from their hunts and last would be the Valdez's with Calypso carrying a 5 month baby Esperanza in her arms looking like they both need sleep. 

They all ate and catched up with each other. Talking about kids, jobs, and their old adventures in camp. When they decided to open the wine, a door bell rang. 

"We aren't expecting anyone else, right?" Piper asked.

"Not that we know of." Will says and approached the ringing. Suddenly, Apollo and Hades stood with all their Godly glory. 

"Father? What are you doing here?" Nico asks trying to sound calm and approached them 

"Well." Apollo start "We, Hades and I, decided it would be best to drop off your anniversary present personally. Isn't that right Uncle Hades." Nico's father looking like he wanted to get it over with, nodded solemnly. 

"What gift?" This time Will chides in. 

Suddenly a flash of light blinded everyone in the room and by some Godly miracle, Will was holding up two babies in his arm. 

"Happy Anniversary, son, I hope you take care of both of them." Hades says as he disappeared in a flash 

The whole room looked at them bewildered while Will tried his best to shut the babies? Twins? Up. 

What the actual fuck just happened.

[thunderwavesolveseverything]

Sanguine Hunger

[Astarion x Named Tav]

The hair on the back of her neck stood. She wasn’t alone. Her hand grazed against something cold but familiar. It felt like an arm or a leg. She was too unnerved to discern whether, but she knew someone was kneeling beside her as she appeared to be asleep.

Vampire.

She froze. There was no way a vampire could’ve snuck into their camp without someone noticing. Astarion had offered to keep watch.

Oh, no.

The vampire got to him.

And she was next.

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*high-pitched Mariah Carey voice* IT'S TIME!!!!!

Phayelynn's bite scene is finally here and can I say, I loved writing this chapter so much!!!!! This is also where it starts to diverge a bit out of canon 😁 I know I just posted, but I've never really had a schedule for posting, and really wanted to post this chapter so here it here. ❤

(word count:  3,585 )

Read on AO3 or below :)

Masterlist for Phayelynn's adventures here

Sanguine Hunger

 Phayelynn couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard she tried. 

 The journey to Ethel’s had been taking longer than any of them had expected. After a short rest, they started their trek back to the edge of the woods, only making one more stop to help the deep gnome, Barcus, who’d been tied and reeling on a windmill blade by a crowd of goblins. 

 As the day ended, with the sun setting, they decided to make camp before continuing to Auntie Ethel’s teahouse. 

 Phayelynn strained to keep her eyes closed, rolling onto her back for the umpteenth time since sinking into her bedroll. Her thoughts couldn’t quiet, moments from the day’s action flashing over and over in her mind’s eye. Lae’zel, strong and swift, surging ahead and slashing into goblins and orge. Gale shouting out spell after spell, a master in his craft. Shadowheart, shielding her, and then Astarion, quick as he cut down two orge on his own. 

 She’d been so close to death. Astarion’s previous lectures on self-preservation finally seemed to set in. She needed to be more careful. She had to start paying more attention. She needed to be more perceptive. 

 Mindflayers. Harpies. Goblins. Orges. 

 Phayelynn hadn’t thought she’d ever encounter anything like this. 

 She shifted again, moving, scratching at her hand anxiously. She moved to her side, fastening her eyes shut even tighter, praying to whichever god cared enough to listen to her to allow her to find some comfort in sleep. 

 She thought she had finally settled and found herself in a comfortable position but couldn’t shake off the persistent nagging to stay awake no matter how exhausted she was. 

 She breathed in. Then out. Again, deeper, slower- but it was no good. Her insides quivered, feeling a chill, and she gave another shift back. The hair on the back of her neck stood. She wasn’t alone. Her hand grazed against something cold but familiar. It felt like an arm or a leg. She was too unnerved to discern whether, but she knew someone was kneeling beside her as she appeared to be asleep.

 Vampire. 

 Her breath hitched in the back of her throat. 

 She had forgotten all about what they had found on the road here. What both Gale and Astarion had concluded was the cause of the dead boar. 

 She froze. 

 No.

 No, no, no, no. 

 Her mind was playing tricks on her from the lack of sleep. There was no way a vampire could’ve snuck into their camp without someone noticing. Astarion had offered to keep watch. 

 Oh, no. 

 The vampire got to him. 

 And she was next. 

 Shakely, she reached out, too afraid to open her eyes. She flinched, and so did whatever was crouched over her as her hand met what felt like a firm chest hovering over her. 

 Her eyes shot open, focusing on who recoiled above her. 

 Astarion. 

 “What?- what are you doing-,” Phayelynn’s voice was faint, gradually increasing in volume as his pointed canines bore down at her. She felt like she was slapped in the face as she saw him for what he was. “You’re--you’re the vamp-” 

 Terror struck him from the prospect of being caught. His deep, ruby eyes stood unblinking as he only reacted on instinct. Astarion didn’t allow Phayelynn to finish her sentence, cutting her off with a firm hand locked over her mouth, muffling her as she discovered what he was into fruition. 

 Kill her. Hide the body.

 He scowled down at her as he pushed back his initial thoughts. 

 No, he wanted to shake his head. No one would believe him come morning if he went that route and played innocent. He lifted his head, looking around the camp. They all hadn’t stirred, all still stuck peacefully in the bedrolls. 

 “Shit,” he closed his eyes. He could feel her lips tremble under his palm. 

 Of all the idiotic ideas, he cursed himself; he could’ve feasted on anything else tonight. He thought Phayelynn would’ve been easy prey. He should’ve known better. But his mind was clouded. 

 “Ah!” he cried out, pulling his hand away from her mouth after she gave it a sharp bit. “Did you just bite me?” 

 “Did you seriously just ask me that?” Phayelynn spat, pushing harshly against his chest. “Get off of me before I thunderwave you back to Avernus!” 

 He saw her eyes dart to the others. They all slept in their tents while she stood next to the campfire. Gale was the furthest away, so Astarion hadn’t feared him being woken up yet. But Lae’zel had decided to pitch her tent next to his own, which was just in view. And then there was Shadowheart, who, like Gale, kept her distance, but the girl was so nosey he was surprised she hadn’t already splashed him with the vile of holy water she had found. 

 He reached for her again, clasping his hand down over her mouth once more as he saw her open it, most likely to scream for help. He knew he wasn’t helping his chances at gaining her trust, but he couldn’t have her getting the others involved. He’d never stand a chance. He could already feel the stake piercing his heart. He had some of a chance of talking himself out of this if it stood just between the two of them. 

 “Don’t scream, please.” He even pushed through with the tadpole, pleading for her to stay quiet and let himself explain. He felt her start to calm, but he could still hear her heart pounding in her chest. “I wasn’t going to hurt you, I swear.” He slowly started to raise his hand, leaving them where she could see them to show he meant no harm. He studied her as she began to sit up, waiting to see her next move. 

 “You weren’t going to hurt me?” She pushed herself away from him, reaching for the dagger she had placed underneath her pillow. She grasped it tightly but made no move at him. 

 She glanced around, seeing that no one had awakened yet. She should scream. She should shout for help. But she didn’t. She saw a flash of dread in Astarion’s eyes as she stared back at him. She deflated narrowly, deciding to keep her voice low as she held her dagger tighter, jerking it towards him, “You were going to eat me.” 

 “I wasn’t going to eat you, gods.” He snapped, not liking how she was looking at him. Of course, he didn’t blame her, but that didn’t affect his sentiments about how she pointed her dagger at him like some monster that parents told their stories to their children about to keep them from venturing out at night. He loured, failing at hiding his offense.

 “Yes, I am a vampire, but I’m not a monster! I’ve been feeding on animals like that boar you cried over. Deer! I found a stray Kobold the other day. Whatever I can get, but it hasn’t been enough, thanks to all the trouble we’ve been getting ourselves into.” he rushed, trying to explain himself. He moved to stand, wanting to get ready if he needed to run. 

 “So you were going to skulk up on me for a midnight snack!” her eyes narrowed at him. She couldn’t help her voice as it rose. She didn’t like being below him, so she pushed herself up to stand with him. She kept the hand holding the dagger hung at her side while the other clenched into a fist on the other. 

 “Will you keep your voice down!” He hissed, taking a step forward. He saw her hand twitch, ready to strike him with her blade if he got too close. He bit his lip. He could disarm her quickly. Swipe her right off her feet. But he couldn’t do that if he wanted to escape this alive. He needed this group of weirdos to avoid turning into a Mindflayer. “I’m weak. I’m not used to all this....” his hands flapped about, trying to pick his following words carefully. “Fighting. It’s making me not be able to think clearly. I just need a little blood.” 

 Phayelynn didn’t say anything right away. He saw her gnawing at her cheek, deep in thought. He tried to reach out with his tadpole again, but she shut him out. She crossed her arms against her chest at his attempted intrusion. 

 “You really shouldn’t talk about stupid decision-making.” she shook her head at him. 

 She wrinkled her nose, unconvinced that he meant her no harm. This was why he had been acting so oddly with her. He’d been trying to trick her into friendship and a false sense of security. She wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t a little relieved that that was why he’d been acting so shady with her. At least now she knew his motive. He was hungry. 

 She felt a pang of guilt when she grasped the desperation in his eyes. She didn’t need her tadpole to reach in to see it. He was at her mercy.

 “Have you been planning this all along?” 

 “What?” he said, clearly confused. 

 “This, why you’re, you know, nicer to me than the others” she urged, holstering her knife. She had gotten the sense that she wouldn’t need it. “The other night by the river. Did you want to try this then?” she gently stepped forward. 

 “What? Gods, no. No.” He shook his head and could tell she didn’t fully buy it. He sighed heavily. “I was hungry last night, yes, and the thought crossed my mind, but I didn’t plan to or want to.” 

 “Is that why you left so suddenly? To stop yourself?” 

 He paused at her next question. No, that wasn’t why he had left. He left because she had asked too many questions, giving him a taste of his medicine. Like she was right now. 

 “Yes,” he lied, and she bought it, giving him an empathetic frown. He kept it up, taking his step forward. “As I said last night, I trust you the most out of everyone here. Questionable of me, yes, given your track record, but I suppose mine is just as bad after tonight.” he looked down at the ground before looking up at her longingly. “I think that’s why I came to you, even in my bloodlust haze, because I knew you’d understand. Or hoped.” 

 Phayelynn was taken aback. When he said he had trusted her the most, she hadn’t considered the extent of it. Was he just putting on another show? She blinked slowly, ignoring what she had caught him about to do to her. Skimming over him, she saw how stiff he stood, how on edge he was. She had to avert her eyes as she chastised herself for doubting him. Lips pressed together in a conflicted grimace, she cleared her throat, helping her find her voice again. 

 “You’re right. I would’ve understood.” She wet her lips. “You could’ve told me.”

 “Could’ve told you,” he gave a quick snort. “Darling, as you’ve shown, my kind aren’t so received warmly.” 

 “Well, of course not. Not when you sneak up on people while they’re trying to sleep.” Phayelynn huffed. This was going nowhere. “If you had come to me beforehand, this would be completely different. Why say you trust me out of everyone? That you knew I would’ve understood if you still didn’t trust me with this? What’s the worst thing I could’ve done if you told me confidently?” 

 “At worst,” he said with a deliberate tilt of his head, “You’d ram a stake through my ribs or a dagger.” He motioned to her hip where it rested. “I do trust you, but I wasn’t sure if you trusted me. I wanted you to trust me.” 

 He looked away from her, unable to stomach her pity over him. He clenched his jaw. 

 Phayelynn shifted on her heels. She carefully weighed her options. She could tell him to act like this never happened. Tell him to go hunting, and she’d keep his secret from the others. That would be the easiest. The less painful and awkward for the pair of them. Or, she could wake the others and tell them about the vampire in their midst. But that would be cruel. Astarion wasn’t a monster. He could be an asshole, but he didn’t deserve a pike driven through his heart. 

 She bit her lip, pinching her eyebrows together. 

 “So, where are we doing this?” She asked, motioning around them. 

 Astarion squinted, looking back up at her uncertainly. She saw his stupor and rolled her eyes. She fixed a confident face, certain this was the right thing to do. 

 “I don’t think it’s a good idea to suck my blood out in the open. If the others woke up and saw you hovering over me, I don’t think neither of us could talk them out of killing you. Especially Lae’zel.” 

 “Really now?” he smirked, amused. He let out a light chuckle. “I’d wager she’d let me drain you dry. Saying something along the lines of, that’s what you deserve, for so foolishly allowing a vampire to feed on you.” He bobbed his head toward Shadowheart’s tent. “I’d be more concerned about our cleric. She may not admit it, but she undoubtedly has a soft spot for you.” 

 His playfulness didn’t last long, a solemn frown replacing his smile. He ground his teeth, looking out into the night. He assumed Phayelynn would keep his secret but didn’t appreciate her toying with him. 

 “Thank you for understanding, but I don’t need the gallows humor. That’s my job.” He gave her a stern look. 

 Phayelynn shook her head, taking another step forward. They were so close now. She wanted to reach out to him, to show him she had been serious in her offer. “It’s not a joke. You can feed from me.” The words felt peculiar when said aloud. She tried to muster up all her sincerity, “Truly, Astarion. It’s okay,” she laughed a little at his apparent apprehension. “Of course, only take enough to make yourself stronger so you can go hunt something bigger. There’s probably some more goblins lurking about.” 

 “Darling, I’d never stoop so low as to dine on those filthy bastards.” His playfulness returned for a beat. She noticed the slump in his posture. He tried to play it off, giving her an all-too-quick smile before deflating. There was no point. “Really? I-, are you sure?” he asked her tentatively as if she were luring him into a trap. 

 “Yes.” she nodded firmly, hoping he’d believe her. She motioned behind him, towards his tent. “Should we do it in there?” she blushed at her words. “You know, like I said.” 

 “Somewhere private.” He nodded before leading her towards his tent. He felt nervous and could only imagine she did, too. She was willingly giving herself to him, putting herself entirely at his mercy. She trusted him. 

 He pulled back the curtains, revealing an array of plush pillows and warm furs. A few books scattered about, and some of the trinkets and whatnots, but he kept his tent neat otherwise. He let Phayelynn enter first, a force of habit, before following her in, letting the curtain close behind them. 

 It was darker than outside without the moonlight. Astarion bent forward, reaching for the candle he left on a small crate he’d used as a nightstand. It was dim, but he could still see her tense. 

 “You don’t have to do this,” he sighed. The bard probably saw him as just another poor sod that needed help. 

 She turned to face him, a look of determination washing over her. “I know, now how should we do this? Standing? Or lying down? I--whatever’s easier for you?” 

 He gave a soft chuckle, bringing a hand up to motion to the furs. “Lay down, make yourself comfortable.” 

 She nodded, looking behind her and kneeling when she found a suitable spot. She tugged some pillows from where they sat and brought them closer before settling down on her back, making herself comfortable. 

 “Where did you find these? They’re so soft.” She sighed contently. Her neck had been getting stiff every morning from the nights sleeping on her bedroll. She’d been jealous of her companions, having found tents to pitch while she hadn’t. She did find herself thinking, wondering where they found them. 

 “The Grove. Where else?” Astarion chuckled, kneeling next to her. “You should invest in one. Really, what are you going to do if one night it decides to rain?” She pulled a face, unmistakably having not thought of that. He let out another laugh, giving her a once-over. “Are you comfortable?” She nodded, and he leaned down, “This will only hurt for a moment,” 

 Phayelynn closed her eyes, hands clenching the furs underneath her as she braced herself. His face was at her, the crock of her neck, his breath softly beating against her skin, making her gasp. Her heart beat fast again as she felt him unclench his jaw, mouth open and pressed against her. She arched her back, bringing a hand up to grasp his shoulder as his fangs pierced her skin like shards of ice. 

 Her body shook as the sharp pain struck her deep, and she was unable to stop the moan from escaping past her lips. It was numbing and throbbing at the same time. Her blood coursed through her, fleeting as he drank it up. Her grip on her shoulder tightened, but not in discomfort or fear. It was an unknown emotion, one she couldn’t find a word for. Exhilarating? 

 She shook, squeezing her eyes shut as Astarion tangled a hand in her hair, an effort to help her settle back down or make her growing desire worse, which one she didn’t know. She didn’t know how long she let him continue to drink from her, but she felt herself starting to slip. Opening her eyes, she saw spots and a wave of dizziness. She was going to faint. Her hand fell from his shoulder, her body heavy. She let her hand move to his chest, giving the most pathetic shove she could rally. 

 “...’Starion,” she hardly recognized her voice as she spoke. “Too much...” she moaned as she felt more blood leave her. 

 She swore he growled against her. It made her drop grip on his shirt, digging her fingers into the fabric to ground herself. Was she enjoying this? Why was she enjoying this? She wondered what would happen if she let him keep going. He would drain her dry, surely. No, he promised, not a drop more than he needed. But the numbness and the intimacy of it all felt good. She shook again as the grip on her hair tightened. What if she didn’t want him to stop? Shadowheart surely had some Scrolls of Revivify tucked away in her pact, right? 

 She caught her breath. Her pulse quickened. 

 No, this was bad. Phayelynn couldn’t let him continue. 

 With one hand still clinging to his shirt, readying to attempt to channel the energy to conjure a thunderwave if he didn’t budge, Phayelynn brought up the other, lacing her fingers through his white locks, sighing at how soft they were to the touch. She furrowed her brow, scolding herself for getting so quickly distracted. She gave him a weak tug, fingernails scraping against his scalp to gain Astarion’s attention. 

 “No, ‘Starion,” she winced, “please.” 

 She felt him tense above her, fangs still puncturing her, but he stopped lapping at her. He groaned, not in irritation for having to stop, but simply out of satisfaction, pleasure even. Feebly, he unlatched himself from her, giving her neck a lick to gather up the leftover blood. He took his time pulling away from her, the hand that held her head letting go, making her pout. He gave her a soothing chuckle, grinning as he brought that hand up to pull hers out of his hair, lacing their fingers together, a surprisingly tender gesture he hadn’t expected himself to do or make an attempt to end. 

 He stared down at her, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, letting their hands rest against her chest. He heard her pulse weakening but still flutter at the contact. He felt somewhat bad for taking so much from her. He couldn’t help himself. She was delicious. 

 “That was...that was amazing,” he finally spoke, his eyes blown in wonderment. “My mind is clear. I feel strong. I feel happy?” The haze he had found himself in was gone. His eyes flickered down at Phayelynn. She was struggling to keep her own open. 

 “I’m glad I could help.” Her voice was so quiet that he wouldn’t have understood it if he hadn’t been inches from her face. The hand holding onto his shirt dropped, landing unceremoniously on the floor. She closed her eyes, lulling to sleep. 

 “Rest,” he let go of her hand, giving her cheek a soft caress before catching himself. He squinted, glaring at the affection. “I won’t forget this.” He muttered before standing. 

 He watched her briefly before stalking out of his tent and closing the curtains. He paused, looking back, imagining Phayelynn curled up in his furs, surely getting drool all over his pillows. And even supposing that, he didn’t find himself annoyed by the thought. He sneered, shaking his head and refocusing. As invigorating as that was, he needed more. And he felt stronger. More confident. Ready to hunt. 

[floggingink]

these TV guide are going to kill me I know it. can you tell us about vampire slayer pls 🙏

ohohoho I like this one...Hawkins is the Hellmouth, the Hideout is the Bronze, and Chrissy is the Slayer

Eddie's a grimy, grungy, demobat-scarred vamp working for Vecna (ie. the Master) in the vein as it were of Spike. Due to the laws of super-nature and his personality Eddie grosses Chrissy out but also holds an undeniable allure, kind of like you might still find the mangled corpse of a motorcycle accident victim hot if his dying words were like "Show me your tits"

Due to the convoluted lore of the only weapon that could kill him or the Slayer, Vecna needs Eddie to determine whether Jason, the Slayer's jock-prep bf, truly loves her...

At some point due to plot Chrissy needs something from Eddie and the only thing he says he'll trade her for is for her to let him suck some of her blood. (He is by now fatally in love with her but can reveal nothing.) And she's like no you're vile. And he's like then sayonara sweet cheeks, etc., until it is determined she'll let him eat her out bc she's on her period. She ties him to the headboard and rides his face in her cheerleader uniform. Soon she's on her back and he's going to such town on her as has never been performed

A Whedonesque ending, eventually...

Here's a bit of him being like haha no I'm cool after he eats her blood out of her pussy:

Beneath the mirror in which he didn’t appear the sink was the shape of a seashell and pale pink. On either side of the tap was a cup holding her toothbrush and a soap pump scented with warm vanilla sugar. He sat crossed-legged on the fluffy blue rug at its base, splayed his shaking fingers, and licked straight up his palm. The blood was dry and tacky. He had to drag his tongue up the same path four or five times until it made a track. Then the same stripe to the left of the first and then to the right and then ninety degrees sideways the same pattern against the grain. He put his thumb in his mouth and sucked it clean, then his index finger. He had to curl his tongue hard around his fingertips to get the blood out of his cuticles. To get it out of the webbing between his four fingers he had to rub it off with his other thumb and then had to suck it off that one. He lapped it off the back of his hand like a horrifying mimicry of a tomcat and sucked it off the notch of bone at his wrist. When it was all gone some microscopic film of it was still there, he could smell it, so he got up on his knees, vibrating, and batted for the little thing to pull to stop up the drain, then put his hand under a stream of warm water and rinsed it off. He turned off the faucet and rubbed his face clean from the basin until it no longer felt shrink-wrapped with blood then with his hands on the edge of the sink he bent at a jagged angle and drank the water. When the pool was gone he refilled it, rubbed the edges of the porcelain until the faint stain was gone and drank that, and when that was gone he craned his head into the depths and licked the sink. Beneath the warm wash of water and dregs of toothpaste mint and sugar soap and rusted metal stopper were atoms of it still: her blood her blood her blood.

[saiacross]

Bonus Chapter 5: Surprise! : 1,210 : Series: Reader-Insert

This Work is part of an overarching story that can be read as a one-shot with little overlapping information from other chapters.

⬅ Chapter 25 A Watery Grave💜 Chapter 26: TBD ➡ Master List

Bonus Chapter 5: Surprise! After a case goes sideways the trio finds themselves in what Dean thought was a normal late-night bar. However, when the lights go out and the stage is lit up, Y/N decides to take control of the night's proceedings, and much to her delight she succeeds.

Dean shifted the Impala into the park, and the engine's hum gradually faded into silence. With a weary sigh, Dean leaned back, letting the tension escape his body.

Sam, sitting beside him, observed with an amused yet tired grin and asked, "You good?"

Dean responded with a gruff shake of his head, scratching the back of his head. "Dude, I don't get it. How do we go from hunting down a few vamps to babysitting a bunch of rugrats?"

Sam chuckled, recognizing Dean's knack for handling kids and the unique sparkle in his eyes when he did. Sam finally replied, "We didn't know they were abducting kids, and we couldn't just leave them out there."

Abruptly, Y/N's head popped up from the back seat. She had been lying down, but now she gracefully draped herself over the front seat between the brothers. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy yourself. I've seen the way you whipped those kids into shape; you had fun."

Dean's lips curled into a small smile as he reminisced about the kids – scared, confused, and on the verge of tears. They stared up at the three adults who had just decapitated their abductors. Sam, Dean, and Y/N hadn't initially noticed the group of seven kids huddled in a corner of the old house until it was too late. Stunned and uncertain about what to do next, the trio stood before the kids until Dean crouched down to their level.

Addressing the kids, Dean inquired if they knew who Batman was. All the children nodded in agreement, prompting Dean to spin a quick tale about the bad guys being part of Joker's crew of clowns, and they were sent there by Batman to save them. A brave child spoke up, expressing a preference for Superman. In an effort not to discourage the child, Dean muttered, "Yeah, well, it's okay to be wrong."

Dean then encouraged the kids to leave the house in an orderly line, guiding them through a casual discussion about their favorite superheroes as if he knew each one personally. Meanwhile, Sam and Y/N took charge of calling the police to report the situation and ensure the kids' safety.

Y/N patted Dean's shoulder, rousing him from his thoughts. She declared, "You'll make a good dad one day. But first, food." With that, Y/N exited the Impala, leaving Dean slightly baffled. He turned to Sam, seeking confirmation that he had indeed heard Y/N correctly. Sam just offered a grin, patting Dean on the shoulder before making his way out of the car.

Dean followed suit, and the trio strolled into the bar. The scent of something sweet lingered in the air as they located a high-top table in the dimly lit establishment.

Y/N couldn't help but ask, "Why is it so dark?" Dean, taking his seat, retorted, "Hey, don't complain. This was the only place open this late."

Sam looked around as he took his seat and commented, "Better than nothing, I guess." Just then, the waiter approached, a slight lisp in his speech as he inquired about their drink orders. Dean, engrossed in the menu, barely registered the waiter eyeing him up and down as he simply asked for a round of beers.

The man bit his lip before muttering, "Ay Papi," and walking away.

All three at the table slowly looked up, Sam and Y/N sporting grins as they exchanged glances. Dean, maintaining his tough exterior, pointed at both Sam and Y/N sternly, declaring, "Not. A. Word."

However, Y/N couldn’t contain her giggle, letting out strained laughter as she mimicked the waiter, "Ay Papiii," drawing out the last syllable. This sent Sam into a fit of laughter alongside her.

Amidst their laughter and Dean's exhaustion of the situation Sam, keenly aware of the returning waiter, nudged Y/N to compose herself. Y/N stifled her laughter just in time for the waiter to place their drinks on the table. As the waiter favored Dean once more with a sly comment, "Enjoy the show," and a wink, he sauntered away, leaving Dean to awkwardly nod and smile.

With the waiter out of sight, the ambient lighting in the bar dramatically dimmed to near darkness, music permeated the air from strategically placed speakers, and three spotlights illuminated a stage that had been concealed until now. Dean, Sam, and Y/N turned their attention to the stage.

As the heavy curtains gracefully parted, they revealed five remarkably sculpted men, clad only in loose gray sweatpants. The room was hushed with anticipation as the men took their positions. Then, with a seamless synchronization, the performers began to dance, their movements a fusion of elegance and sensuality. The sweatpants clung to their well-defined physiques, leaving very little to the imagination as they fluidly moved across the stage, casting a spell on the captivated audience.

The atmosphere in the dimly lit bar shifted as the unexpected show unfolded on stage. Dean and Sam, their expressions mirroring a mix of surprise and uncertainty, exchanged a quick glance laden with unspoken questions. Sam's eyes silently inquired why they ended up in such a place, and Dean responded with a shrug and shake of his head, indicating he had no idea about the establishment's unique offerings.

Their attention then turned to Y/N, who seemed entirely unfazed by the situation. Her eyes were fixed on the dancers, an amused smirk playing on her lips. When she noticed the brothers looking at her, she met their gaze with a mischievous shrug, raising her beer in a mock toast.

"Happy Birthday to me," she declared, savoring the unexpected turn of events. Dean rolled his eyes, a subtle shake of his head expressing his bemusement, while Sam couldn't help but chuckle at Y/N's carefree enjoyment. Though the brothers appeared out of their element, they chose to remain, recognizing that Y/N was enjoying the unconventional entertainment.

Y/N observed the two brothers as they sat quietly, one with a tight jaw and clenched fists; Dean, the other shifting uncomfortably in his seat trying his best to occupy himself with his beer; Sam. She could see their growing frustration as they kept it in mind but tried not to look at the men on stage performing for the attention of their date.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Y/N subtly studied each brother's reaction, knowing exactly what button to push, she already had a plan for tonight and was confident in her ability to make it happen.

Amidst the rhythmic movements of the dancers, Dean's voice cut through the air, his curiosity getting the better of him, "Hey, is today actually your birthday?" Y/N's smirk widened as she leaned back in her seat, taking a deliberate sip of her beer before responding with nothing more than a sly wink. The cryptic acknowledgment lingered in the air, leaving both Sam and Dean exchanging glances once again, engaged in their silent communication.

It wasn't until Sam's lips curved into a half-smile, half-smirk that Y/N knew she had successfully asserted her influence. The unspoken victory played out in the exchanged looks between the brothers, and Y/N couldn't help but relish in the satisfaction of successfully directing the rest of the night's events in her desired favor.

Oh, what a night it would be.

End Chapter.

This is the Female Reader-Insert Version of my Story, please consider taking a look at the Original with my OFC Saia.

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[findyourrp]

Hi there, my Baldur's Gate 3 and especially my Astarion brainrot is still going strong and I'm itching to write with someone (21+ only) who shares the same enthusiasm. 🦇 🗡

I'm a literate roleplayer (25+), who usually writes 5-7 short to medium-length paragraphs (500-1000 words) and who prefers to roleplay on Discord. What I have in mind is pretty smut-heavy but it also has has a healthy amount of plot.

Astarion x OC vampire lord with me playing the OC. One of Cazador's rivals is setting his eyes on the white-haired vampire spawn who has somehow managed to escape the clutches of his pretentious master. All he has to do now is to convince Astarion to come with him. While dub-con can be discussed I'm not looking for non-con scenarios for this plot idea. It will definitely not be fluffy and sweet, but I prefer consent and passion.

Astarion x Halsin with me playing Astarion. Compared to the Astarion x vamp lord request this one can be fluffy and sweet but it doesn't have to. What I'm looking for is something simple and not too dark like Halsin and the pale elf going hunting together and sharing a meal. Or Astarion needing Halsin to have a chat with one of the local animals because there is something expensive and shiny in their nest. Or the two of them doing a bit of goblin-bashing and licking their wounds afterwards.

Astarion x male Tav/OC/CC with me playing either of them. A prison break, the two of them trying to shake off their pursuers or a Gur being in a situation where he has to team up with the vampire spawn are the scenarios I would like to try out. Be it one of the other party members, a Gur-OC or just Tav who is a tough SOB, I want some friction between Astarion and him that turns into friction of a different kind. What I'm not looking for is a demure, yes-saying character who just goes with the flow. When Astarion orders Tav/OC/CC to get to his knees I want him to tell Astarion to say pretty please first.

Leave a like and I will get in touch with you!

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[findroleplay]

Hi there, my Baldur's Gate 3 and especially my Astarion brainrot is still going strong and I'm itching to write with someone (21+ only) who shares the same enthusiasm.

I'm a literate roleplayer (25+), who usually writes 5-7 short to medium-length paragraphs (500-1000 words) and who prefers to roleplay on Discord. What I have in mind is pretty smut-heavy but it also has has a healthy amount of plot.

Astarion x OC vampire lord with me playing the OC. One of Cazador's rivals is setting his eyes on the white-haired vampire spawn who has somehow managed to escape the clutches of his pretentious master. All he has to do now is to convince Astarion to come with him. While dub-con can be discussed I'm not looking for non-con scenarios for this plot idea. It will definitely not be fluffy and sweet, but I prefer consent and passion.

Astarion x Halsin with me playing Astarion. Compared to the Astarion x vamp lord request this one can be fluffy and sweet but it doesn't have to. What I'm looking for is something simple and not too dark like Halsin and the pale elf going hunting together and sharing a meal. Or Astarion needing Halsin to have a chat with one of the local animals because there is something expensive and shiny in their nest. Or the two of them doing a bit of goblin-bashing and licking their wounds afterwards.

Astarion x male Tav/OC/CC with me playing either of them. A prison break, the two of them trying to shake off their pursuers or a Gur being in a situation where he has to team up with the vampire spawn are the scenarios I would like to try out. Be it one of the other party members, a Gur-OC or just Tav who is a tough SOB, I want some friction between Astarion and him that turns into friction of a different kind. What I'm not looking for is a demure, yes-saying character who just goes with the flow. When Astarion orders Tav/OC/CC to get to his knees I want him to tell Astarion to say pretty please first.

Leave a like and I will get in touch with you!

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[nicotine-noah]

"You fuckin' bet I do." Noah responded immediately, only half looking at who he assumed to be the bartender as he glared at the back of the master who'd rented and brought him here. They'd been having a decent time in one of the booths, fooling around a little, until some twink had gotten on stage and mesmerized the vamp. While he'd been what felt like seconds away from biting Noah, his attention got all fixed on the skinny blonde. Long story short, that master had his arm around the dancer and was headed for one of the private rooms and Noah was, apparently, forgotten. It was fucking insulting. Shaking his head, he turned back to the bartender. Well, he could still rack up the guy's tab. All these vamps were richer than shit anyway.

"Get me a double anything. No, scratch that, a triple and put it on Cole Jackson's tab." Noah finally turned to fully face the bartender and blinked when he didn't see a collar. It was second nature to look and Noah could spot a bare neck practically a mile away now. A master, working the bar? The fuck? Then again, some of the claimed or purchased slaves didn't wear collars, exactly, and had other shit that marked them that were harder to spot but Noah just naturally assumed and was usually right. It was a face he hadn't seen before so if the guy was a master, he was new. Still, better safe than sorry and he rearranged his pissy expression into something smoother, smiling lazily and relaxing his posture. "Pretty please? If you wouldn't mind." He added. Noah probably should've taken advantage of the limbo of being still rented but abandoned in the strip club but hey, if he could get picked up by a different master who wouldn't ignore him that sounded like a better time.

Part of Krovs' particular charm was its provenance, especially to a young fae hybrid with a... muddled opinion of the second war. Gwyn was deeply curious to see exactly what the vampires had done with the place since, expecting more of the same fancy, old-fashioned European aesthetic the undead seemed to favor. He was delighted to discover that the vampires had installed a strip club, of all things, instead. Diabolus Luxuriam had a decent crowd going for the late hour: wealthier townies playing tourist, a semi-circle of masters more intent on their conversation than the dancers, a few slaves who hadn't been bidden to get on stage nervously idling, either there as pretty set dressing or pathetically forgotten in favor of other distractions.

Gwyn bypassed ogling the gyrating under the spotlights; he'd go into Krovstown and do some real dancing if mood struck for that. No, the people-watching was the purpose of this exercise and Gwyn put himself in the best possible place for it -- right behind the bar. He'd learned centuries ago there were few places you couldn't access if you walked in with enough confidence. If any patrons had noticed their server was collarless, none had mentioned it yet. For their part, the staff seemed unable to decide if the young master's status forbade Gwyn the spot or gave them perfect excuse not to confront him about it. Either way, he'd been enjoying himself immensely tugging stories out of the chattier workers and sneaking any tips into the poor, confused barkeep's shirt pocket.

Gwyn had keen sense for anyone leaving an opening exposed for approach and he narrowed in on just a one now, leaning bodily over the bar top towards his target, the jumbled collection of necklaces around his neck glittering in the red and blue club lights.

"Someone looks thirsty. Want me to fix that for you?"

@krovscastlestarters

[milesonthenet]

Ranking all Scooby Doo, Where Are You? Villains

Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We got some work to do now Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you? We need some help from you now

Welcome to the House of Milesverse - during the spooky season! I look forward to talking to you guys on why THIS is one of my favorite posts. Scooby Doo is one of the franchises closest to my heart, alongside Transformers, and DC Comics.

There are a lot of franchises close to my heart, okay?

The original Scooby-Doo was one of my favorite shows to watch all the time.

Anyways, today we are going to be ranking some of the most dastardly, dubious, and most DANGEROUS caper masterminds. Today, we rank; Scooby Doo, Where Are You's SCARIEST villains.

Here are the rules:

I am doing this solely from my perspective, on which villains I found scary either upon first seeing it or on rewatch.

I am doing this specifically based on the first iteration of the series. Anything from Scrappy, or beyond, is not in my interest for now.

Last but not least? Just have fun reading this. I mean, if you were not having fun, why would you read it?

Let's get started.

No. 27-25: Frankenstein, Wolfman, Dracula, Gaggle of Galloping Ghosts

Naturally these three wind up dead less, just from appearance alone. I mean, they are basically the Universal monsters but not with any of the things that make them legitimately scary. There's no panache, it's all just boring.

These THREE monsters and a gypsy disguise were used by Big Bob Oakley. Known as 'The Actor', he is a master of disguises. He is also a wanted man in seven states. I am very curious what he was wanted for.

I just think that there are more interesting versions of these monsters that you can see. At least for the Wolfman (Werewolf), and Dracula (Other... Dracula? Gramps the Vamp) monsters. Scooby Doo has never shied away from creating somewhat interesting threats.

For what it's worth? Franken Castle makes for a delightful-looking design. I think Scooby Doo always rocks the castle aesthetic when it comes to investigation. Although, I would certainly hope there are more fun-looking castles in the franchise.

No. 24: The Witch Doctor, Decoy for a Dognapper

I really - really have no idea what to say about this one. So the guy is a witch doctor, and that is actually what he is dressed like. There really does not feel like there is enough to say about this guy. He kidnaps dogs for his dog smuggling operation.

For what it's worth? His transmitted projection of Geronimo was pretty cool as a gimmick. It was also very, very dated. He has a scheme that I would argue is different from most Scooby-Doo villains. That's kind of all I can say about him.

Oh, also? He's Buck Masters, an apparent dognapping victim who used his tactics to dognap show dogs. Which included his own as well, Big Red. He also employed a henchman named Mike, who was not very smart.

If you don't listen to him, he'll shake his maracas at you.

No. 23: Ghost of Zen Tuo, Mystery Mask Mix-Up

The Ghost of Zen Tuo is one of the weirdest Scooby Doo villains I can think of. There's a lot that you can pick out when it comes to this guy. He's actually A. Fong, an oriental art dealer. Who, funnily enough, owns a smuggling ring.

He spends his time using his henchmen to do his bidding, much like the villain above. The Scare Pair, weirdly enough, makes for more time than their boss. Zen Tuo takes a backseat to his threat.

Ghost of Zen Tuo, and his minions, are basically ancient chinese demons. There's a lot to unpack, and none of it comes off as interesting. This, and the two Witch Doctors are great examples of how dated the series is. This is not to say the series is racist or anything, but that it is from a completely different time.

Also, that mask is atrocious.

No. 22: Witch Doctor, A Tiki Scare is No Fair

Alright, this is the last one for "Scooby Doo episodes that didn't age well" hopefully. This is the SECOND Witch Doctor of the series. He shows up haunting the island grounds, which belong to a hawaiian god named Mano Tiki Tia. That name is weird, but okay.

Witch Doctor here is actually John Simms, a professor/tourist guide who was scaring people away ferom an ancient village in Hawaii. The plan? Why, it was to use the Ancient Village as the grounds for his underwater pearl poaching operation!

Witch Doctor's plan does not seem that bad, to be honest. I like to call it one of the typical 'Scooby Doo' plots, because numerous others work similarly to it. His actual entrance as a villain is pretty cool, to be honest. The sky turns red as his warning scares the natives, and our two cowardly buttheads, Shaggy & Scooby Doo.

It is interesting to note, the two indian witch doctors in this series are both white criminals.

Lastly, that design is goofy, but I think that might be the point.

No. 21: The Werewolf, Who's Afraid of The Big Bad Wolf

Honestly? Kudos to the Werewolf for a more unique design. This is a werewolf is the disguise of an unnamed sheep rustler. He tried to stop intruders from intruding on his sheep smuggling ring. Which he was using in an old abandoned mill and harbor deep into the forests.

There is not a whole lot that I can say about him, to be honest. To me, he comes from one of the less memorable episodes of the series. As you can guess from a werewolf, he smashes things and snarls a lot. He likes to pose and wave his arms around while he snarls too.

No. 20: The Caveman, Scooby's Night With A Frozen Fright

Who ever heard of a frozen Caveman? Scooby-Doo apparently, because he is the main threat of this episode. As you can guess, Scooby-Doo and the gang deal with a thawed-out caveman.

The Caveman is actually a criminal by the name of Professor Wayne. His plan was to steal an invention from his close friend, Ingstrm. This device would enable him to interact with aquatic life. I am confused about why he chose to dress up as a Caveman specifically for it instead of say, aly but hey, whatever.

The Frozen Caveman does not bother me. There was nothing about him that I thought was scary as a kid. I admit, I thought it was a little absurd to think of that. However, in hindsight, lots of Scooby-Doo villains are abnormal, in more ways than just being ghosts.

Fun fact? This episode apparently features the FIRST time that a villain refers to the gang as 'meddling kids'.

No. 19-18: The Witch and The Zombie, Which Witch is Which?

Which Witch is Which? I'm asking the same question. This episode features the witch, alongside her backup muscle. Said 'muscle' is her undead pal, The Zombie.

Much like the universal monsters above, I chose to group these two into one slot. They debut in the same episode and generally, that just feels better. Plus, it saves me more time than making separate goals.

The Witch is a malevolent entity, who shows up six months prior to the episode. The Witch used her voodoo magic to bring the Zombie alive as her minion. The both of them then began terrorizing the swamp.

Yeah, no,

The Witch is actually Zeb Perkins, joined by the Zombie, who is his partner Zeke. The two scared off the other town residents in their search for riches. Those 'riches' were an armored bank truck they crashed into the swamp at an earlier point.

I love the fake magic that the witch employs to intimidate her enemies. The trap floor, for example, was an interesting item. The Zombie himself makes for an intimidating physical threat when it comes to the chase. Plus, this episode does well with a swamp aesthetic.

No. 17: The Ape-Man, Never Ape an Ape-Man

Honestly, why WOULD you ape an Ape-Man? That thing could literally rip you apart if it wanted to.

Meet the titular threat of this hilariously named episode. The Ape-Man does his best to sabotage a movie that Daphne's uncle is shooting. He is one of the many cases where I can think that the gang was actually in danger.

The Ape-Man was actually Carl, the stunt performer. Wow, who would have guessed that? Probably the audience if they were paying attention to the film. Poor Carl's talents were never acknowledged by by Daphne's uncle. His entire reason for doing this was because he couldn't play the lead role.

I am guessing Carl just was not feeling very inspired, either. Because his entire suit is taken from the film, in the exact same role he was playing. Hell, the entire Ape-Man mythos was inspired by an old legend of an ape burning down a mansion. This was all said by the locals, which I am not sure we EVER see at any time in this era.

Regardless, the Ape-Man makes for an interesting antagonist in my opinion. He's one of the more bizarre ones in terms of Scooby-Doo villains. I think that is what he does well because he IS bizarre. He spends most of the episode eerily creeping around the area.

Also? He has one whole bit where he messes with Scooby Doo using a Scooby Doo mask. It is hilarious.

No. 16: Wax Phantom, Don't Fool With A Phantom

Our next guest comes from the last episode of Scooby Doo, Where Are You? Prior to it's rebranding, at least.

The Wax Phantom is actually quite an interesting monster to look at. His design really does wonders to sell the haunting 'wax' idea that he is. I admit, his design is certainly where Scooby Doo's interest comes from. Although, I believe it also is one of the less-memorable ones.

Anyway, this guy is the antagonist behind the episode. He haunts Johnny Sands' Dance Game Show. The gang believes him to be a wax creation brought to life. Who created him? Grisby of course, a strange wax-figure-making weirdo who was cancelled by the show.

In reality, he's Roger Stevens, the TV manager of KLMN (aka the company that this entire game show is under). Roger Stevens used Grisby as an alibi for his secret embezzling schemes. He was stealing money from the TV station...

The one question I have during this; how did Shaggy and Scooby survive being encased in wax? I swear, those two are the most superhuman cowards I have ever heard of. This is not even their most impossible feat, they literally painted a door into existence so that the Wax Phantom could crash through it.

No. 15: Phantom, Hassle in The Castle

Okay, now we get to The Phantom, who I actually kind of adore. He's got a great laugh, which also sounds weird. Weird works for Scooby Doo, as you can probably guess.

I have never really been a fan of his design to be honest. I mean, the effects are great, but it is just a simple bedsheet look. I guess that is the point of the episode. Plus, simplicity can work sometimes.

Anyways, meet Bluestone the Great, a former magician. He disguised as the Phantom to haunt Vasquez Castle. This was done for the purpose of scaring people away from the castle, so that he could claim the Vasquez Treasure.

Bluestone here makes for a great magician. I mean, guess that does not pay well since he decided to do the usual route. You know, haunt a mansion or landmark, and search for secret treasure. I swear dozens of scooby doo villains do it.

No. 14: Captain Cutler, a Clue for Scooby Doo

Alright then, we have reached the top fifteen. Now we are getting into the classics, and that is going to be fun. I consider these to be the best of the Scooby Doo villains.

Which is funny, because I start with what I figured was the weakest. Our friend Captain Cutler is an eerie man dressed in a green scuba suit. I'd say he's one of the more iconic Scooby-Doo villains due to his design.

Yet, honestly, I feel like Captain Cutler is not that interesting. Aside from his haunting groans, he does not have a lot going for him. It is no wonder that he falls on this slot of the list.

If it helps? His mystery was also a nice red herring. The group expected it to be Ebeneeezr Shark. This is funny because it was actually Captain Cutler himself, who faked his death. His goal was to steal yachts so that he could sell them for money.

No. 13: Miner 49er, Mine Your Own Business

I honestly wish that we all Mined our own business sometimes. This ominous spook could learn a thing or two from that. Miner 49er is actually Hank, the owner of a guest hotel in the desert town Gold City. Hank was haunting the place for the purpose of collecting oil and driving his boss out of business.

As a villain, Miner 49er is actually a threat that I think works. He has a pretty ominous presence throughout the episode. Most of it concerns scaring Scooby and Shaggy at different points.

I feel like his design is seemingly mundane. Then again, Scooby-Doo villains go as a multitude of other things. It is not surprising to find that Hank just decided to wear his normal clothes with a few modifications.

I just want to say that I think the name 'Miner 49er' is hilarious and also very clever.

No. 12: Snow Ghost, That's Snow Ghost

Okay, this is our thirteenth ghost, and he is a killer. Which is funny because he literally tried to murder the gang. Like, three different times at least, too. I think this guy's definitely one of the more crazy antagonists.

The Snow Ghost is actually Mr. Greenway, the owner of the ski lodge the team is at. He decides that he wants to dress up as a monster (a story he got from a hiker named Fu Lan Chi) to scare people away from the abandoned sawmill. Which is where he hosted his illegal operations.

Which is bizarre, because the gang was literally nowhere near the sawmill. Mr. Greenway must really love trolling people for some reason. Or he just really loves scaring the heck out of a bunch of teenagers for no good reason.

Snow Ghost here has an intimidating design for a yeti villain. Like I said, he was content with trying to kill the gang. Like trying to saw Velma Dinkley in half. Or hurling dynamite at her and Scooby to blow them up.

The Snow Ghost's sheer ruthlessness makes for an interesting competitor against the gang's antics. I actually love him for this, to be honest. He was the first monster of the week who attempted to inflict bodily harm. That's scary enough.

No. 11: Redbeard's Ghost, Go Away Ghost Ship

Okay, that is one RED beard, I mean look at that thing.

Redbeard's Ghost is our favorite pirate of the franchise. Well, besides Skunkbeard, he's just too cool. Redbeard was a persona adopted by C.L. Magnus to steal cargo from his ships. The only reason he wanted to do this was for insurance. Whoop-de-do.

At first glance, Redbeard's Ghost might just be one of the most outlandish villains in the series. Just look at him, he's one of the more human-like faux monsters the gang fights. I mean, why would the gang have reason to believe that a pirate was not only around, but was a ghost?

I like Redbeard because of these reasons. His weirdness feels natural to the Scooby Doo series. Plus? Redbeard REALLY loves to get in the act. He has the pirate attire, the pirate laugh, and the ghost ship. I can appreciate a villain who gets into the theme.

Redbeard himself also gets up to some unuusally comedic antics. Scooby and Shaggy are spared by him, only because Shaggy told him he was a good cook. The two proceed to make an indigestible stew for the pirates. Redbeard then makes them eat the stew, which leads them to escaping.

By the way? Redbeard himself is actually a real person too. He was a pirate known as the terror of the Seven Seas. C.L. Magnus' ancestors defeated him, and he swore that he would return. The irony is not lost on anyone here, and I love that.

No. 10: Spooky Space-Kook, Spooky Space-Kook

Let's just pause to point out that this guy has one of the best laughs. The Spooky Space-Kook's laugh is spine-tingling in a way that I cannot describe. As a child, it was creepy to look at. As an adult, I find that I'd probably laugh alongside him.

The Spooky Space-Kook is actually Henry Bascomb, the neighbor of a farmer who warned the gang about the monster. He was dressed up as the Spooky Space-Kook because he wanted to scare people away from the Air Force base nearby. His plan was to buy the land for himself.

As a design, the Spooky Space-Kook's sci-fi aesthetic works well for him. I love the astronaut skull helmet that he possesses. It helps make him ominous in a way.

No. 9: The Black Knight, What a Night for a Knight

Guess you could say "Right in the round tables!" because here's our next guest. The Black Knight was the identity of Mr. Wickles. He used the armored suit to scare people away from his art forgery schemes within the museum.

The Black Knight spends most of the episode creeping around the gang. Aside from angry grunts, he really does not say anything here. His general silence and lurking tendencies are what put him in the list.

His position within the franchise is what also pushes him here. Although he's not the scariest, he is the first villain shown in the franchise. Much like other iconic threats, he's had some notable iterations spun off from him.

No. 8: The Mummy of Anka, Scooby-Doo, and a Mummy Too

"Coin, Coin!"

The Mummy of Anka is the main antagonist of this Scooby Doo episode. He also is a fairly threatening one in the series due to the darkening atmosphere. The Mummy's real identity is Dr. Najib, an Egyptian researcher and aide to the professor. Najib is after an ancient Egyptian coin.

The Mummy is short-tempered and violent in the episode. He is basically a brute who scares the group into giving him the coin. The Mummy does not speak any word other than 'coin'. Which is said in a groaning, angry voice throughout the episode.

One part that I love about this episode is the stone element. The professor is one of the mummy's victims, believed to be turned to stone. In reality, he was simply captured offscreen. Najib also made a stone replica of himself to scare the gang.

No. 7: Charlie the Robot, Foul-Play in Funland

Get ready for a funtime in Funland, because Charlie graces the eighth spot on our list. Charlie's one of the more unique Scooby-Doo villains. Because he is not malevolent, he is simply a robot. Although he is prone to malfunctioning, Charlie's intentions aren't always terrible.

He was the creation of Mr. Jenkins, to help run Funland when he was busy. Mrs. Jenkins, for some reason, had the bright idea to sabotage him. Because she did not want robots running an amusement park meant for children.

To be honest? Her scheme confuses me the most, because there is no alter ego here. She could have just talked to him about it, but she decided not to. This would have saved the gang, and Jenkins some trouble.

No. 6: The Headless Specter, Haunted House Hang-Up

Speaking of unique villains? The Headless Specter is yet another unique villain in the franchise. Penrod Stillwall's a good guy here, he just has weird methods of proving it. He's the antagonist, but he's not the criminal here. He just decided to chase a bunch of kids around to stop them from finding his family's fortune.

This episode has one of my favorite haunted mansion setups of the series. The Scooby Gang are mostly alone, with only the Headless Specter with them. Also, he's after them and proves to be pretty dang malicious at times.

The overall atmosphere is done perfectly, and it gives you a good tingly feeling. This also has one of my favorite chase scenes of the episode, complete with groovy music.

Asha Shanks is the actual villain, by the way. He decided to run around with a bed sheet over his face. He also wanted to steal the Stillwall treasure, which doesn't work out for him. He's defeated which, once again, creates another neat subversion in the Scooby Gang series.

No. 5: Ghost of Elias Kingston, What The Hex Is Going On?

The Ghost of Elias Kingston was actually scary to me as a kid. He had a more ominous and foreboding appearance. His warning would generally follow with cursing the Wetherby Family. Ironically, he is a Wetherby, Stuart, who wanted to steal the fortune from his relatives.

Things get chilling when Stuart is afflicted by the ghost's 'curse'. At first, he is aged into being an old man. The last we see of him before the reveal is his skeleton. We also see that he's captured Sharon, which gets even worse considering who he is.

The Ghost of Elias Kington is always felt, even when he is not in the scene. This, combined with his iconic design and his warnings makes him dangerous. It also is what makes him number six on the list.

Also, the way the gang turns his own gimmicks back on him? Is hilarious.

No. 4: Ghost of Mr. Hyde, Nowhere To Hyde

What's lean, green, and mean? Why, the Ghost of Mr. Hyde, of course. This ghoulish goon was the main antagonist of an episode I thought was pretty scary.

Our main antagonist is blessed with a jarring green appearance that used to scare me. That is not the only thing he has going for him, though. He is fast on his feet, too, and he almost tries to croak Shaggy.

These green jokes are just fine for me to say. Other than that, he's actually the disguise of - you guessed it, Dr. Jekyll. Jekyll was trying to "hyde" his jewel thefts, by pretending that he created a formula. Something went wrong with the formula, however, and it would turn him into a monster, named the ghost of Mr. Hyde.

Hyde does not have any other neat gimmicks, aside from scaling walls with neat suction cups. Other than that, he is pretty easily bested by the gang. The gang all take turns scaring Hyde before they wrap him in a mattress.

Our bad guy, by the way? He's the first villain to ever hide in the Mystery Machine.

No. 4: The Ghost Clown, Bedlam in The Big Top

Okay, there is creepy, and then there is this guy. Meet the main antagonist of Bedlam in the Big Top. He's a menacing ghost clown who haunts your every eye. The Ghost Clown is actually Harry the Hypnotist, who wanted revenge against the circus featured in the episode.

The Ghost Clown makes for a terrifying opponent to face off against. He uses his talents to mind-control the gang into some pretty hilarious events. However, the terror from what he's done can still be seen.

Clowns in general have a neutral connotation in fiction. However, I find that most people tend to see them as villains. I think this is due to how offputting it can be to make a clown evil. After all, they are a symbol of joy and laughter now distorted into something positively murderous.

No. 3: The Puppet Master, A Backstage Rage

Congrats, we are going from creepy to worse. You have made it to the top three, the three scooby doo villains who made younger me say "zoinks!" and hide behind the TV.

Meet the Puppet Master, the disguise of Pietro, who works at Strand Theatre. In reality, Pietro is secretly hosting a counterfeiting operation beneath the theatre. He uses his disguise to scare people away from his secret operations.

The Puppet Master is quite the creepy threat, even for a Scooby Doo villain. His ominous unblinking eyes are very strange. There are multiple moments where you can see how scary the Puppet Master is. From attempting to drop a sandbog on the group. All the way to creepily standing still, while he and Shaggy wear the same outfit.

The Puppet Master is absolutely devious in almost every way. He's one of the more unnerving villains for me as a kid. However, he's nothing compared to numbers two or one.

The way he laughs as he vanishes down the Prompeter's Box? Eugh. Still sticks with me.

No. 2: The Phantom Shadows, A Night of Fright is No Delight

Our giggling green ghosts are only the SECOND scariest antagonists of the original. They really help accomplish what the episode title set out to do. Their appearances are scary, and offer a chilling laugh.

These two are Cosgood Creeps and Cuthbert Crawls. Yeah, it's funny how almost everyone else on this list have completely normal names. Meanwhile, these two at least try to advertise what they are all about. Their goal was to scare away the heirs to Colonel Beauregard Sanders' fortune.

These two try their best to sabotage Scooby and scare him away. This is because Scooby Doo was another heir to Sanders' fortune. Naturally, our plucky hound gives in, but he never quits. Thanks to the gang, they manage to unmask Creeps and Crawls.

The Phantom Shadows have a neat gimmick where they create dummies based on the heirs. All of which are sealed inside of coffins to make them look like victims. It is appropriately creepy for the kind of episode that they have.

In a later episode, we do see the Phantom Shadows recolored into three different ice-cream themed phantoms. I just think that's funny, though.

No. 1: The Creeper, Jeeper's It's The Creeper

This next villain was the scariest one for me, no joke. As a child, I convinced my mother to put on the Scooby Doo shows. She put on this episode, and it stuck with me.

As a child, I grew afraid of the episode because of The Creeper. The way he talked and moved scared me as a kid. Eventually, I think I got over my fear of him.

As a villain, The Creeper is actually the bank owner, Mr. Carswell. He was using The Creeper as an excuse to rob the bank, claiming that it could walk through 'walls'. Unfortunately? He was caught by a camera, and one slip of paper would be enough to destroy his reputation...

How does The Creeper rectify this? By tracking down the guard, distracting him with a log, and then attacking him. His violent temper left the guard unconscious and also destroyed his car. The Creeper beat down a guard for having photographic evidence, what do you think he'd do to some kids?

Honestly, that's not the only part I find 'scary'. The gang LEFT the security guard in the hands of Carswell. They unknowingly left him to be imprisoned by the same man who attacked him.

The Creeper's design does not truly feel very 'phantom' ish to me. However, that's just me being picky, and nothing else. His overall design is based on Rondo Hatton's Creeper, apparently. if anything else.

This is another episode where the Scooby Gang is working with a pretty dark atmosphere. They are trapped in the farmland, with a snarling, raging monster after them. All of this conflict stems from a paper that would automatically incriminate the monster of the week. The foreboding music that plays as he advances toward them is pretty freaky.

Honestly, the lonely hermit is a confusing element of this episode, but one that I am willing to look past. I thought he was like, another disguise of the creeper, but no. He's just some guy hanging out in the forests.

This episode also features one of the funniest chase theme songs.

Consensus: Everyone has a favorite!

This is just my ranking of the Scooby Doo villains based off of the original series. I think all of them are cool in some way or another. Some are just cooler than others, and that is okay.

If you've got a favorite ranking, then feel free to share it. I would love to see how you guys rank some of the villains. I'm sure that it would be very different.

The fun behind Scooby Doo is how bizarre most of the villains are. It is not a bad kind of 'bizarre' though. It just shows how wonderfully weird the scooby doo world is. The monsters and villains here are all so colorful.

Yet, I think making them dress up as monsters is a great way to educate children. It is better to show the monsters as ghoulish creatures than as real people. It might be easier for people to process, especially since the monsters are always unmasked after each episode.

Scooby Doo really is such a landmark franchise though. These groovy kids have been doing it since '69, and they have kept going. In spite of dark ages and bad installments, they always rise up. I have a lot of love for Scooby Doo, for helping shape my interest in mystery and suspense.

Other than that? This might not be the last Halloween post that I'll make. I hope you guys enjoyed this one because I will be readying something else up. If you guys enjoyed it, then feel free to give it a like!

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Master - Chapter 28a

*Warning: Adult Content*  

"Go." 

Not a millisecond after Wenquie says the word, I send a wave of energy to my lower body and break off into the woods to my left.

Somewhere in my mind, I register Malcolm going the opposite way but keep my focus on nature's littered obstacles and avoiding them.

Running was never a strain for me and it certainly wasn't now, I was barely going at fifty per cent, however, running with a clan of Vampires tracking my every move in unfamiliar terrain was admittedly... a strenuous task in itself.

Placing my hands out before me, I jump over a fallen log and push myself forth from my hands, retaking my former sprint the second my feet touch the ground.

The night had fallen quickly and quietly, leaving every inch of this wilderness covered in a thick coat of darkness.

Moonlight was my only guide, scattering in wherever it could through the thick trees and numerous leaves.

But relying on the moonlight wouldn't keep me for long so I unlock my mental strains on my dormant power.

I let a sliver of it escape to attach itself to every Vampire in the area. 

A light buzz fills my veins as I connect to them all, scraping against their minds softly and the power their bodies held as well. 

The sensation, of being so close to my kind, had always been overwhelming but I'd forgotten that it could be pleasuring too, calming. 

It was like sharing this invisible link to them all centred me somehow.

Pushing away those thoughts for later examination, I focus my mind and fix my attention on the ones who were following after me and not Malcolm.

With my spreading power, I snag on them each like a tether that allowed my mind to mentally place where each of them was in relation to me.

More than half of the clan was on my ass, the newborns and the older ones, following me like a swarm of bees that saw me as their favourite nectar. 

I couldn't see in the night but my faint attachment to them allowed me to feel them as they moved all around me.

The newborns were directly behind me, mirroring my every move as they pushed and shoved at each other, trying to take the lead to attempt to close in on me.

The older ones seemed to be thinking more, moving slightly further behind as they slowly eased out with the intention to surround me.

A buzz of electricity shoots up my spine, adrenaline kicking in and making a tempting offer to go even faster but I didn't want to outrun them all.

After all, this game was meant for us to have some fun and that's exactly what I intended to do.

Glancing quickly from side to side, I take a sharp right turn, sending myself directly into the path of those who were still running straight ahead as I had been. 

Before their outstretched hands can touch me, I shift my footing suddenly and twist my entire body towards the opposite direction. 

Inhaling deeply, I focus my energy and push myself off the ground, casting myself running again as I shoot off to my right. 

The ground shakes momentarily beneath my feet as several of the newborns go crashing into one another, the sound truly rewarding. 

The ones that had followed my feign effectively colliding head first with the ones who'd thought they could catch me. 

Angered curses and groans fill the air along with some screams of pain but I couldn't find it in myself to feel particularly guilty.

I'd just cleared at least a quarter of them with a fake alone and besides, if anything was broken it would heal... with time.

Running with no particular plan, I feel a smile tugging on my lips as I carried on. 

I'd thought I wouldn't find any aspect of this game enjoyable but it wasn't nearly as horrid as I imagined it to me.

If my heart still functioned as it was supposed to, I'm sure it would hammering with both adrenaline and excitement.

Listening to the rushed steps on either of my sides advancing on me, I find my smile growing wider. 

Apparently the older Vamps were not as easily tricked as their younger clan members were and now they were closing in on me. 

With equal numbers on my left, on my right and behind me, each of them was slowly increasing their speed as they prepared to attack.

‘I should probably go a little faster...’

The thought to increase my speed hadn't even completely registered when a pale hand lowered itself directly in front of my path, dropping itself from absolutely nowhere I could pinpoint. 

My eyes go wide with surprise as the hand grabs for me but thankfully my body moves on its own, following instincts instead of instructions. 

Leaning my upper body back as I bend my knees, I all but bend my body in half as I slid across nature's footplate, barely missing the outstretched fingers by a hair's length as they swipe just above my face before tightening into a firm fist.

I roll once and no more before I get to my feet and jump back, missing the others through a string of quick, instinctual movements before I'm able to start back into my run, this time a little faster than before.

"My first attempt," Alexander calls after me before a chuckle follows. 

"But not my last."

Clenching my jaws shut tightly, I glance upwards, throughout the trees' leaves and catch a handful of vampires moving swiftly up there, their movements silent and almost invisible in the darkness. 

If it weren't for the sudden dip in the branches as they moved, I wouldn't have even seen them.

The trees. 

I hadn't even considered that they'd move there, how foolish of me. 

I'd underestimated these Vampires and it almost cost me the game. 

For some reason, I found myself laughing as an unknown competitive side takes form within my chest. 

Not letting myself think about it for too long, I scale a tree with no more than three steps up its trunk. 

"Hello," I say politely as I move beside the ones up here.

Surprised by my sudden ascent, the Vampires in the trees hesitate for only half a second before they all rush for me, while the ones below scale their way up the thick trunks to do the same.

But before their grasping hands can find my skin, I lock my eyes on an open plain of land where the woods broke away and jump. 

My body soars through the air as I leave the cursing Vampire behind. 

With my new vantage point, I look down at the playing field to map out my next move. 

My eyes snag on the Vampires which were tracking a laughing Malcolm. 

He'd run to the river as I'd guessed and was currently running circles around them. 

He was moving on both the water and the land making the chase extra difficult since only a few of the oldest clan members seemed able to do the same, while the rest of the Vampires followed after him from the water's edge, waiting for a moment to catch him.

"Show off," I mumble to myself despite the proud grin on my face that I told myself wasn't there.

[rambling-procrastinator]

Excellent points. Well thought out, but consider this

Jonathan “there may have been other adventures on the train, but they weren’t combat encounters so I do not care” Harker, who likes to leap out of windows without a hint of fear, caries the biggest weapon he can get his hands on rather that be Kukri or shovel, whose first instinct when he sees the count is go for the head with no hesitation, who silently stews in his own rage, and whose writing say that there is no greater guide to him than his passion, rather that be his love for Mina or his hate for the count, is the pinnacle of a zealot barbarian.

Mina “the train FIEND” Harker, who caries a book no one but her can read, whose contact with a powerful evil magical being gave her the power to scry and communicate with said evil patron from miles away, whose unbridled charisma seems to captivate the dedication of all who talk to her, is clearly a fiend warlock with the pact of the tome.

Quincey P. Morris, who is described as gallant and noble more times than you can shake a stick at, a master of combat and an inspiring leader, the first person to say the word vampire from their history of dealing with darkness, he swears an oath that no army could stop him from smiting the evil of the count as soon as he presents himself, and quietly gives his life to Mina and Lucy because he needs to protect that which is good in the world, is a an Oath of Devotion Paladin

Lord Arthur Godalming, who has been on just as many hunts as Quincey, but lacks the charisma to propose to a girl without a not insignificant amount of outside help, whose favorite contribution is having horses at the ready and navigating the travel of the group once they leave their town, whose secret weapon in a vampire’s lair is a small pack of dogs, and whose family is known for hanging around horse races so much they named a punch after him, is a beast master ranger

Renfield, whose only as strong as he is from consuming the life of others, who cares not for the soul but is very much interested in the life of lesser creatures, who has a meticulously kept book of all that he can and has done, who is quite well versed and educated in many subjects, and for a brief period was the one who had the most knowledge of the situation the anti vamp squad was in, is a school of necromancy wizard

Dr. Jack Seward, with his box that can record and playback messages for himself, who makes a point to stay up to date on all scientific discoveries in his field, proficient in all manner of tools including lock picks, and is the one who cooks up chemical compounds to help people recover from illness, blood letting, and helping Mina sleep, is an alchemist Artificer

Dr. Abraham VanHelsing, phd, md, etc, does not rely simply on his scientific knowledge, but holds great faith in the unproven and unexplained, a man of faith who is so devote that not only does he stay with a brain dead wife, but is so devote that he has special indulgences to use the Host, the very flesh of his God, to fight the evil and darkness of the world and present the crucifix, his holy symbol, to stop the undead in their tracks and turn them away, is a Cleric of the Knowledge domain

Hear me out: Dracula D&D (5e) AU

Jonathan's a battle based bard. You need charisma when you're a solicitor. Feel like his charisma was the reason he was able to survive in the castle for SIX FUCKING MONTHS without dying or getting chained to a wall, he got it bad but let's all admit he could have had it a lot worse! Also his bribery phase is pretty entertaining LOL. Think he'd be in the college of Swords or Valor.

Mina's a rogue. From what I understand of her, she's got a wide breath of knowledge that a rogue would have, and she's a teacher so she'd kind of have to be like that. Unsure about subclass because I can't decide between Inquisitive or Phantom.

Quincey's a ranger because obviously

Arthur's an artificer, just because from how it looks, it seems everyone's using him as the Uncle Pennybags of the group, and that's what artificers tend to end up as. Possibly a battle smith, with the steel defender being one of his dogs

Lucy's a Druid. I was originally going to make her a cleric for symbolic and ironic reasons, but I just get druid vibes from how she talks from re:dracula and there's also a bit of symbolism in how Dracula can corrupt nature.

Jack's a wizard because he's interested in advancing knowledge and goes to great and memeically unusual lengths to archive his work. Possibly an enchantment wizard because of how he's interested in studying human minds. He'd write his diary entries in his spellbook using the same method for transcribing spells and use all his expensive ink and stuff in the process.

Renfield's a barbarian, he's been described as being very strong and I'm pretty sure you need a strong constitution to eat all those birds and bugs without getting an upset stomach. Strength and constitution are what barbarians are best known for. Beast barbarian because it gives a bite attack and I just KNOW that Renfield's the kind of person to bite people LOL

Abraham Van Hesling's probably a multiclassed character, but I suppose that if he had any 'main' classes he'd be a bard or rogue for the sake of skills. He'd be all over the place. His player probably optimised him for maximum skills. Probably a Lore Bard or Knowledge Cleric if we had to stick with one class.

[hbyrde36]

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Or,

The Anita Blake AU/Steddie mashup that nobody asked for but i'm having far too much fun with.

ao3

Chapter 1: Old Friends

Years ago, long before he'd started raising the dead professionally for his father's company in Indianapolis, Harrington’s Animators Inc, Steve Harrington had been known as the best babysitter in Hawkins. The city wasn’t all that far from his old hometown so, occasionally he would run into one of his old charges. All of them were grown now, a few even enrolled at the nearby college. Dustin Henderson was the first kid he ever babysat and, although he'd deny it if anyone asked, the little shit had always been his favorite.

The boy currently sitting across the desk from him looked much the same as he had a year and a half ago, the last time Steve had seen him. Before he'd died.

Steve wasn’t an idiot, he knew the rules, but he looked Dustin in the eyes anyway. It was quick, just long enough to see if those blue eyes were still the same too or if there was something new in them that would betray what his friend had chosen to become. Dustin noticed and shot him a grin wide enough to show fangs and Steve instinctively looked away with a poorly concealed shudder.

"Y'know, you don't have to be afraid. I’m still me."

"Not afraid, just..."

"You can't lie to a vampire Steve, I can smell the fear on you."

Steve opened his mouth to retort but quickly closed it again. No use trying to argue with someone who could literally smell your how you feel.

"Okay, fine. Why are you here, Henderson?"

"To hire you of course!"

This kid was way too cheerful for a creature of the night, wasn’t that against the rules or something? It was making it really hard for Steve to keep him in the ‘potential enemies’ box.

Steve glared at him, which is harder than it sounds when you're trying not to look someone in the eyes but he thinks he makes it work. "I raise the dead, I don't usually work for them. What do you need a zombie raised for anyhow?"

Ignoring the dig, Dustin soldiered on. "I need to hire you to investigate a murder, like a couple of them."

Murder? What the hell had the kid gotten himself mixed up in now? Part of Steve wanted to ask, the other part reminded him that it was no longer his business. Dustin hadn’t wanted his advice before he went and ruined his life so there was no reason to think he’d want it now.

"I'm sorry buddy but I can't help you." Steve winced internally at the slip. He could not fall into the trap of thinking of him as the same Dustin he knew and loved. The whole thing was making his chest ache and he badly needed this meeting to be over.

"It's not for me, exactly..." Dustin trailed off, looking unsure how to proceed for the first time since he'd arrived.

Steve raised an eyebrow in question.

Dustin sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was such a familiar and human gesture that it almost made Steve smile. He shouldn't have been surprised by it, the kid hadn't been dead long enough to shake all his old habits.

"I'm working for the master of the city. Please don’t tell my mom."

Steve mouth dropped open in shock as he gasped. "Henderson, are you out of your mind?!"

"Look, I didn't really have a choice alright?” Dustin said, hands raised in surrender. “It’s a long story. I was ordered to come here and hire you to look into the Vampire murders that have been happening downtown. Have you heard about them?"

"You know I work with the cops sometimes on preternatural cases. Yes, I'm aware of them. I've seen the bodies and given my opinion to the police. In a way, I'm already on the case so - you can go back to your boss and tell them to save their money."

"Come on Steve, we really need your help! The cops don't care about us, if anything I’ll bet they're happy about these murders. Less vamps on the street to worry about is all they think."

Steve wished he could defend the men and women of the Indy PD but deep down he knew Dustin was right. After all, vampirism had only been legal in the United States for the past two years and it takes time for people to adjust to a new status quo. In reality, he was sure not every officer felt that way but, enough of them did that Steve didn't feel like he could argue.

“I get it kid, okay? But I’m not a private investigator. I can’t believe my da…Bert would even set up this meeting.”

“We’re offering three times your normal fee.”

“Jesus, well that explains it then. It’s always about the money with him.”

“What about Robin? She’s a PI, can’t you like work together with her or something?”

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting her get anywhere near a case like this. It’s too dangerous.”

Steve glanced at his watch, shocked to find that the hour had grown so late. He jumped up, hastily shoving files into his bag and hoping Dustin would take it for the dismissal that it was. He didn’t.

Steve paused, looking back up at the kid in front of him and sighed. “It was really good to see you but I have to go, I have clients to meet in 15 minutes. I don’t like to keep people waiting, especially in a cemetery.”

Dustin tilted his head to the side and something flashed in his eyes. There and gone so quickly that if Steve didn’t know better, he’d think he imagined it.

“You actually meant that, didn’t you?”

Steve shrugged, moving past to open the door. Dustin took the hint this time and rose to follow Steve out.

“Are you going to be in trouble for failing to hire me?”

Dustin offered him a sad smile. “I told them you wouldn’t go for it.”

“Then why did you come?” Steve said, surprised.

It was Dustin’s turn to shrug this time. “It was really good to see you too, Steve.”

-

The sun was already rising as Steve pulled into the driveway of the small two-bedroom house he’d been renting. He was always a little grumpy when he couldn’t manage to get home before dawn, it meant his boss, the prick of a human being Steve had the misfortune to call a father, had overscheduled him. Again.

After a quick shower to remove the chicken blood he was now covered in, an unfortunate but necessary tool of the trade, Steve climbed into bed and was asleep within minutes.

He couldn’t have been out for more than an hour or two when his cell phone rang loudly, startling him awake. In his exhausted state he must have forgotten to switch it on silent mode.

“Hello?”

“Oops! Sounds like I woke you up. So sorry about that”

Steve winced, the voice on the other end of the line was a bit shrill for this early in the morning. He also had no earthly idea who this woman was, neither the voice or the number on the screen were familiar. She didn’t sound sorry at all.

“Who is this?”

“I’m Carol. Carol Perkins.”

“…and?” Steve said, impatiently.

“I work with Tammy Thompson?”

Steve had known Tammy since high school back in Hawkins. She'd had a crush on him for a while but once he had made it clear he wasn't interested she had backed off. The two eventually struck up something of a friendship and had both moved to Indianapolis around the same time.

Steve honestly didn't consider them to be that close but apparently Tammy did, if her asking him to be a bridesmaid in her wedding was any indication. He'd never admit it but he actually really likes the baby pink suit she'd chosen for him to wear to match the girl's dresses. He remembered this woman now, they hadn’t met yet but he knew she was in the wedding as well.

“Okay, now that name I know. What is it I can do for you Ms. Perkins?”

“Well, I know this is very last minute but I’m putting together a bachelorette party for Tammy tonight and I was hoping you could join us! Also, she mentioned that you don’t drink so I was also sort of hoping you could be the designated driver?”

“I haven’t even agreed to come yet and you’re already asking me to drive?”

“I know, I know. The time just got away from me. She said you’re off most Fridays, is that not the case this week?”

As a matter of fact, Steve was off tonight. He had big plans for a quiet night in and going to bed at an hour appropriate for humans but, sadly, that looked like would no longer be happening.

“No, it’s fine. Just tell me when and where to pick you all up.”

“Excellent! Pick us up at the office at round 8, you know where it is?”

“Yea, I’ve been there.”

“See you then!”

Steve hung up the phone and threw it across the room in a fit of frustration. Luckily it landed safely in a pile of dirty laundry. Why hadn’t he just said no! Robin was always telling him he was too nice. As he set the alarm clock and settled back down in bed, he couldn’t help thinking that maybe she was right.

-

Carol and Tammy were already outside waiting on the curb when Steve pulled up at 8 o'clock on the dot. As the girls climbed into the back, he couldn’t help but notice that Carol was wearing a ‘Vampires are people too’ button. Something about it rubbed him the wrong way, or maybe it was just her bitchy attitude. Oh well, he’d only have to play nice for one night, and then next month at the wedding. He could handle that.

The girls were both wearing sparkly cocktail dresses, which surprised Steve considering he was picking them up from work. He suddenly felt very underdressed. He looked nice of course, he knew they would be going ‘out’ but it was a casual-nice, consisting of his tightest jeans and a soft black henley.

“Oh Steve it’s so good to see you, it’s been weeks!” Tammy exclaimed.

“You too” Steve replied. Glancing over at Carol he asked, “are we waiting on anyone else?”

Carol at least had the grace to look embarrassed as she answered. “No, it’ll just be the three of us. I’m so sorry Tammy, I waited until the last minute and everyone else already had plans or couldn’t get a sitter.”

“Shocking that people would have plans on a Friday night.” Steve quipped.

Tammy glared at him through the rearview mirror, a look that clearly said, ‘be nice’. Steve rolled his eyes but plastered on his best customer service smile.

“So Carol, where are we headed?”

“Guilty Pleasures! Do you know where it is?”

Steve's smile fell and he fought hard not to scowl at the woman, regretting every decision he’d made that had led to this moment.

“Ooooh what’s Guilty Pleasures?” Tammy asked. She had to be the only woman in her 20’s in a 50-mile radius who hadn’t heard of the place.

Steve opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Carol's shriek of excitement. “Aahh! You’re gonna love it! Steve, don’t say a word, let's let it be a surprise.”

-

Guilty Pleasures, the world’s first vampire strip club was located in the heart of downtown, much to the chagrin of the many Conservative-Christian business owners in the area. The line to enter the place snaked around the block and for a moment Steve felt hopeful that they wouldn’t be able to get in. The feeling was short-lived however as Carol grabbed each of their hands in hers and dragged them up to the front of the line where a bouncer sat behind a red velvet rope. He looked Steve up and down, as if assessing a threat but smiled when get caught sight of the girls.

“Hey Carol, you and your friends can go on in. They’re holding a table for you.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. What sort of clout did this woman have around here that she could book a table at the last minute on a Friday?

Just inside the door stood a large sign that declared in no uncertain terms that no crosses, crucifixes, or other holy items were allowed past this point. Steve ignored the sign and continued past following the girls, quickly tucking his silver cross into his shirt and hoping no one would notice.

“Sir! You can’t bring that in there, didn’t you see the sign?”

Steve turned, only now noticing the large cubby hole in the wall just past the sign, complete with a coat check girl. Or in this case, a holy item check-girl. Steve looked at her and sighed, wondering if there was anything he could say to convince the her to let him keep his cross.

In the midst of their staring contest, a low husky voice sounded from behind their small group.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrrington, what brings you to my fine establishment on this lovely evening?” The voice belonged to Eddie, club owner and master vampire. He looked exactly  you’d expect a vampire to look His long dark curly hair framing an otherworldly beautiful face. His white dress shirt with all its antique lace details was tucked into a pair of skin tight black leather pants. It gaped open at the chest, leaving a large expanse of his pale white skin on display.

Tammy and Carol both looked at Steve in surprise.

“Do you know each other?” Carol asked.

“I suppose you could say that” Eddie supplied, shooting Steve a mischievous grin.

“I’ve just been helping the police on some cases in the area, that’s all.” Steve is quick to clarify.

“Harrington here is their vampire expert.”           

Tammy was staring open mouthed at Eddie, a dazed look in her eyes. Steve reached over to squeeze her arm gently. “Hey - Don’t look a vampire in the eyes, ever”

She nodded, looking uncomfortable for the first time since they had arrived. Good.

“No need to panic, I wouldn’t dream of harming such a beautiful woman.” Eddie said, grasping Tammy’s hand and raising it to his lips in one smooth motion, repeating the action a moment later with Carol.

“Don’t worry big boy, I won't touch you. That would take all the fun out of it, don’t you think?”

Steve scowled, he had an idea of where this was going and he didn’t like it at all.

“Just as say, you having a cross would be an unfair advantage. That’s no fun either, is it?”

“You didn’t make me take it off before.”

“That’s when you were with the cops.”

“So?”

“Do you doubt your own abilities so much that you need a crutch, Harrington?”

In truth, Steve knew he was right. Even without the cross, he was sure he could resist the mind tricks of any vampire in this place, including the over two-hundred-year-old one standing in front of him.

“Fine.” Steve ground out, pulling the necklace up over his head and thrusting it into the hands of the check-girl.

“Excellent!” Eddie exclaimed, before stepping in closer to Steve and whispering softly “Someone will get to you tonight, Stevie. I guarantee it.”

“Never.” Steve spat. Quickly moving to follow the girls down the hall and into the club beyond.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

[bts-hyperfixation]

Kinktober day 8

OT3 - Vampires

Praise, blood, biting, Thrall (Fully consensual) Jin, Hobi, Taehyung (OT4 will be hybrids later on)

You'd never done anything like this before. In fact, a few months ago the entire scenario seemed ludicrous and dangerous. No one in their right mind put themselves in front of a Vamp on purpose, let alone for shit like this. Yet here you stood, in front of coven grounds, taking deep breaths while waiting for someone to answer the bell. You should turn around, run as fast as you can back to the light side of town. It's 2 pm and somehow it looks like it's the middle of the night. 

Your heart pounds so hard you can hear the blood pulsing in your ears. Your flight response nearly wins over just as the elegant host opens the door, keeping you rooted in place.

"Y/N-ssi, we've been waiting for you, please, do come in. The boys are so excited." The immortal takes your hand and kisses your wrist. 

Immediately, your heartbeat stills. As his eyes meet yours, all apprehension leaves your body. This is the very man that convinced you to come by in the first place, to leave behind all illusion of safety for promises of pleasure and love you'd never even dreamed of. Seokjin had been so charming when you'd met it had been impossible to say no, leaning into his embrace for the entire night. You hadn't even known what he was until the lights came up in the club and he shied away from the sudden brightness. 

He moves out of the way and sweeps his arm dramatically to usher you into his home. You gaze around at the mansion's décor, lingering on each individual item. You'd convinced yourself it would be Gothically beautiful, the kind of place with mahogany desks and candelabras. You're honestly a little disappointed to find their home looks like it's been directly deposited out of a modern living catalogue. 

"You look confused dear, is everything okay?" Seokjin asks from behind you, running his hands along your arms.

"Yes, everything's fine, just not what I thought I guess."

"Have I disappointed you already love? I couldn't bear to have let you down." He nuzzles into your neck, arms circling around your waist from behind, pulling you into him. You tilt your head back to allow him access to more skin as his lips graze the side of your neck. 

"No.. o..of course n..ot." You stutter as his fangs press down just enough to remind you of what he is. 

"Good, the boys would never forgive me. Only two of them are home right now, unfortunately... would you like to meet them." You can't say you're not intrigued by the idea of more handsome immortals. However, your parents had always warned you against falling for a vampire's seduction. Right now though? You can't say as you remember exactly what that warning was.

"Are they going to like me?" You ask as Jin chuckles softly in your ear.

"Of course they will my dear, they'll love you. They'll think you're as delicious as I do." 

Your hand instinctively reaches to run over the bite mark scarred into your collarbone from the last time you met.

"Will it hurt?" Your voice wobbles at the thought of being feasted on.

"Did it hurt when I fed from you?" 

You shake your head no.

"Then there's your answer, you'll only feel pleasure, intense and unrelenting pleasure." He takes your hand and leads you through his home in search of his coven.

You glance around as you go, trying to commit the entire layout to memory. You count at least six bedrooms on your way to the master. Each one is decorated completely differently from the last. Finally, he comes to a stop in front of a set of ornate wooden doors. They seem to sense your arrival, opening on their own as you draw nearer revealing a large bed covered in red satin sheets. Two men sit on the bed, completely wrapped around each other. Neither one acknowledges the new arrivals to begin with, focusing their attention on one another. They kiss desperately as if one had just returned from the war. 

Seokjin coughs to get their attention but seems to fail miserably. You can't peel your eyes away as you watch the two men grind against each other without a care in the world. Again Seokjin tries to garner their attention, opting to throw a pillow from a nearby chaise at their heads. Without missing a beat, the man underneath with the darkest hair catches it, lobbing it back in your direction, not once breaking away from his partner. You duck as the projectile nearly takes your head off. 

"Taehyung dear, that was uncalled for. We do have a guest after all." Finally, the man pulls back from the kiss to meet your eyes as the other continues his assault by raining kisses across his chest.

"I realise that Jinnie, but you were taking so long to bring her here, and she smells so good, we can't help ourselves." 

The other vampire groans in agreement and you can feel the heat rising to your face.

"Oh and you got a shy one, what a treat." 

He grins at you in a way that can only be described as predatory. Finally, the other man turns to look at you. His eyes meet yours and immediately he is on his feet and in front of you. 

"Beautiful." He whispers. He grabs hold of your hand and kisses from your wrist, all the way to your shoulder.

"Oh Jinnie, you bring the best presents, can we keep her?" His eyes go wide as he looks from you to Seokjin.

"That's really up to her Hoseok. Maybe if you treat her nicely she won't want to leave." Jin replies.

Hoseok nods enthusiastically and drags you away from the relative safety of Jin towards the bed. Taehyung's eyes shift from a deep brown to a vibrant red as you get closer. Each of the two newcomers flank you. They make quick work of your jacket, throwing it to the other side of the room. They nose along your shoulders, taking deep breaths of your scent, while Jin watches on from the sidelines. You moan as Taehyung sucks the scar Jin has left behind. The memory of the feeling is almost enough to have you over the edge.

"Before we go any further Y/N, I need you to consent to this. They may get a little overwhelmed. It will be more blood than I took, and likely a lot more sexually charged." Jin says.

You nod, not really registering his words.

"We won't continue if you can't answer me with a clear head Y/N-ssi" He snaps his fingers and the other two growl but back away from you.

Jin kneels on the bed in front of you and grabs your chin. You meet his eyes, the fog in your brain lifting momentarily. "Ultimately this is your choice. But I do need a verbal answer from you now, how far are you willing for this to go?"

"How far can it go?" You whisper, still a little breathless. 

"It can go all the way. I'm quite infatuated with you honestly. I'd keep you as my own little plaything for the rest of eternity if you asked me to." Jin admits.

"However, if you want to return to your human life after tonight, never to see me again, then I won't stop you. Although if that is the case, I definitely won't be able to cross paths with you again because I have a feeling one more taste of your blood is going to have me utterly obsessed with you.”

You consider the options you're presented with. You could return home, leave now and never look back. See your friends again, your family, and go back to your job like none of this had ever happened. Or you could launch into the unknown taboo of immortal life. Be shunned by the majority of society, but loved unconditionally by the men in front of you. It seems like a trick question.

"I want to be yours," You say confidently.

His eyes search yours for a moment, ensuring that you truly mean it. Eventually, he seems satisfied and releases your face from his grasp. The other two men are back on you quickly and your moment of clarity is gone. Your brain feels foggy once more as they remove your shirt and bra before laying you gently on the bed. 

Hoseok nuzzles at your neck, fangs grazing along your pulse point. It feels like he is waiting for something before he can start. It becomes clear as Taehyung's fingers wrap around the waistband of your skirt and pulls it down. He makes quick and easy work of your bottoms, discarding the skirt and just tearing through your panties.

Taehyung’s teeth find real estate on your thigh and he too hovers in place, occasionally running his tongue along the area he plans to mark as his own. Jin comes to settle by your head, stroking your hair away from your face comfortingly. 

"Kookie won't be impressed to find you've chosen a thigh while he isn't here, you know how he loves them," Jin observes, nudging Taehyung. 

You wonder exactly how many members they are missing today, finding yourself a little sad that you may be missing out.

"She has two of them." He shrugs. 

Jin just laughs at his lover and lets it go. With that it's clear they are allowed to begin.  Hoseok wastes no time nicking your skin and then licking the small trickle of blood causing you more pain than pleasure to begin with. You gasp at the sensation. Jin tuts and playfully taps Hoseok around the head. 

"Don't play with your food Hobi, it'll get cold." He scolds. 

The words alone bring goosebumps to your skin. You look up at Jin just in time to see him flash an 'I told you so' smile in the younger man's direction.  He then looks down at you so sincerely it feels like he has loved you for centuries.  

"My dear, you are so beautiful laid out like this." He runs a finger from the mark on your collarbone to your navel, leaving a burning feeling in his wake. 

Before you can even think to respond, Taehyung bites into your thigh, not wanting to be ignored any longer. He drinks deeply, savouring every drop that passes through his lips. This bite comes with the familiar passion you'd been expecting. The more he drinks, the more intense the burning becomes. All-encompassing pleasure courses through your body. You ache to be held, to be touched, to be ravaged, and all three men are more than willing to comply with your wishes. 

You scream as Hoseok takes a proper bite, any pain erased. Suddenly the pleasure is too much. Tears roll down your face. Jin leans down to kiss away the trails they make down your face. Each kiss is followed by an affirmation that you are doing well. Constant reassurance of how stunning you are and how amazing you are doing just for them. A hand sneaks between your legs to play with your clit. You can't tell who's playing with you, at this point you don't care. You are just begging for someone to relieve you. 

The men moan as they drink, humping the bed as the taste of you trickles down their throats. A set of hands appears on your chest, but you don't know if each one belongs to the same man. They work so perfectly in sync that it seems impossible for them to be separate but they also feel completely different in their strength and size. You can't bring yourself to look long enough to find out the truth. 

All too quickly, your orgasm is pulled from you and the feeding men groan as they’re forced to come to a stop as your body goes limp underneath them. They lick the wounds clean, sending residual shudders through your body. They nuzzle against you long after the blood has stopped flowing. Jin sits with your head in his lap, pulling a robe to cover your body from behind one of the pillows. 

Taehyung wraps his arm around your thigh, mouth less than an inch away from the mark he has made on you. His tongue occasionally flicks out to lick at the welt. 

Hoseok wriggles until his head is on Jin's knee next to yours. You turn to face him, sleepy but eager to get a good look at him up close now he'd finally slowed down. You barely get a chance to blink before his lips are on yours. It's much more sensual than the kiss you'd witnessed between him and Taehyung. That makes it no less breathtaking. 

"Don't forget she still needs air Hoseokie." Jin scolds the man yet again. That makes you think.

"Why is that?" You mutter sleepily "I thought you were going to keep me forever."

"Oh my dear, I would absolutely love to keep you forever, and I fully intend to. But I can't just go changing girls willy-nilly. Our leader wouldn't like that very much."

"I thought you were the leader?"

"Me? Oh no baby... but if you like me, I think you're really gonna like Joonie.

Masterlist

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Remember when I said the trust prompt list was so good I couldn't pick just one?

May I ask for number 11: asking for advice, with Pike and Keyleth in Vamp Machina? Is that okay? <3

11. asking for advice this is the au!

Keyleth's regulars feel as precious to her as her neighbors back in Zephrah. Emon is huge, and it's easy to feel like a single leaf in a massive forest, nameless and forgettable. But when her regulars come in, when she greets them by name and asks them how their last poultice or potion or charm worked out for them, the forest becomes a single tree, and the leaves become her community.

Pike is among her favorite regulars, because she is one of the only people who knows the struggle Keyleth's living with. Like her, Pike has a vampire in her life she cares for dearly, but unlike her, Pike doesn't seem to wrestle with that fact. Pike talks about Grog openly, lovingly, like having a best friend who sometimes feels the overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into someone's jugular is just a normal thing that everyone has to deal with.

Of course, Pike doesn't have another best friend who has declared it his life's mission to rid the world of the scourge of vampires once and for all. She doesn't have another best friend who lives, sleeps, and breathes vampire slaying, who treats the killing of vampires like an art form, a craft to be honed and practiced and perfected. She doesn't have another best friend who is currently reeling from a betrayal so profound it's a wonder he's survived it at all.

Still, Pike seems to have mastered a zen-like calm when it comes to the topic of vampires, which is why Keyleth nearly launches herself over the counter when she comes in on an afternoon, likely to resupply on the herbs she uses for her homeopathic healing practice. "Pike!"

She grins and waves at Keyleth. "Hey! Hope you have come comfrey leaves in stock, because I am fresh out—"

"I need your help."

Pike pauses. "I mean, this is your store, but okay."

"No." Keyleth scurries around the counter, locks the door, and flips the sign to closed. "Percy knows."

Pike's eyes bug out of her head. "Oh. Okay. Well. I mean, we kinda figured this would happen eventually. How—"

"He walked in on Vax feeding on me," she breathes, and when Pike's jaw drops nearly to the floor, shame floods her so forcefully she staggers under its weight.

"Oh. Kay." Then Pike spins around marches toward the counter. "Got any booze?"

Which is how they end up on the floor of her tiny, cramped storeroom, passing a bottle of lukewarm rosé back and forth among the boxes of inventory as Keyleth sobs out the entire story. "And I-I-I don't know what to do!" She sniffles, blowing her nose with a napkin from her favorite Zemnian place around the corner. "Percy's...he's my best friend, and he hates me now, and he's gonna...he's gonna make me move out and I'm freaking out—"

"Keyleth!" She falls silent at Pike's shout. "Holy shit. First of all, Percy does not hate you."

"But he—"

"You can only get that mad at someone when you love them. And Percy loves you."

"Not anymore," she whispers, pulling her knees into her chest. "Not when I...when I..."

"When you love a vampire?" The tears fall fresh from Keyleth's eyes. "Have you even told him that?" She shakes her head. "Keyleth..."

"I thought if I said it out loud..." Keyleth doesn't even know how to finish the sentence. She buries her head in the circle of her arms.

A few moments later, there are two stubby arms wrapping around her back. "Keyleth, not telling Vax you love him isn't going stop you from loving him."

"I know," she groans miserably. "But I was so afraid of it being true, because if it were true, then Percy could find out."

"But Percy found out anyway!"

Keyleth lifts her head. "I know, and now he won't speak to me and Vax is keeping his distance because he doesn't want to make things worse and I...I feel like my life's falling apart, Pike."

Pike hugs her around the neck, and Keyleth cries into her shoulder. "Your life isn't falling apart," Pike tells her. "You have a store that you run very well—you know, when you don't close it in the middle of the day to cry to your customers—and you have friends who care about you and you have a really hot vampire who loves you a whole lot and you have a best friend who, yes, is mad at you, but who also has shit to work out that has nothing to do with you."

"It's not his fau—"

"If you say it's not his fault I'm never shopping here again." Keyleth falls silent. "It's not his fault what happened to him but it is his fault how he handles it. He doesn't get to take out his bullshit on you."

Keyleth rubs at her eyes with the heel of her palm. "I just want things to go back the way they were."

"Keyleth..." Pike rests a hand on her arm. "Things weren't sustainable the way they were. You deserve to love and be loved openly and hiding how you feel from Percy was never gonna work. And if he can't get on board, well...fuck him. He's not a good friend."

She chews on her lip. She doesn't want to admit that Pike is right, doesn't want to acknowledge that there's a real chance that she'll have to let Percy go if she is going to keep loving Vax. (Because what other choice does she have? He is the breath in her lungs, the sun on her skin, even in the darkest night. She has no choice but to love him now, no other recourse, because he is burned onto her skin, has burrowed into her chest and made a home of her ribcage. She did not know what it was to want before she met him, and now she wants as jealously, as zealously as a dragon covets its own hoard. It is staggering, and yet so very, very simple: she loves him.)

"Will you come with me?" she whispers, wrapping her fingers atop Pike's. "When I talk to Percy?"

Pike smiles, and Keyleth wonders briefly what her childhood might have looked like if she'd had a big sister like her. "Of course I will. I ain't afraid of no vampire slayer."

And when Keyleth hugs her, she feels a little less lonely than she had before.