#vampire bat hazel

[derpygirl-draws]

HEYYY

Sorry I dies for a bit but here’s some frames I did for Welcome to Dreamworld episode 1 of season 2!

Enjoyyy Ehehe

[hazelsmirrorball]

MASTERLIST

I decided to update my master list for all the new people. Thank you so much for all the support throughout the years. I appreciate and love you guys so much. Have a Wonderfull day.

 

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F1 |

Oscar Piastri

F1 elementary

Bed Chem

Lacy

Too Sweet

Roses

Mr. and Ms. Piastri

Drivers License

And they were roommates

Charles Leclerc

Summerween

My boy only breaks his favorite toys

It's not my fault you're like in love with me or something

Back to December

Bad idea right?

Paper Rings

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Bottoms |

Hazel Callahan :

Santa's Little Helper

Rockstar girlfriend part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5. part 6.

We aren't partners

Friendsgiving

The Bodyguard

Christmas in November

The day after Halloween

My girlfriend is a werewolf part 1. part 2.

Bottoms the podcast

Teacher Things

Undercover Spiderwoman part 1. part 2.

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DC |

Blue Beetle :

Spiderman's Biggest Fan part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Jason Todd:

Bad idea right?

The exit

Valentines Number one hater

The better brother

The Red Container part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4.

Dick Grayson:

Vampire

The exit

The Cupid Trap

Villanious Love part 1. part 2.

The Better Brother

Bat-family:

The Bat-family

The better Robin, the better lover.

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Marauders Era |

James Potter :

Mystery of Love

Lover, James Potter Version

Regulus Black:

Rumors of love

Valentine

Astronomy

Marauders

Battle of the Valentines

Galentines Day

Heather (wolfstar)

Santas Little Helper

Hogwarts Elementary

Friendsgiving

The Marauders

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Slytherin Boys |

Lorenzo Berkshire :

Roses

Theodore Nott:

The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes

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Extras |

JJ Maybank

Holidate

Conrad Fisher

Midnight grapes

Timothee Chalamet

Late Night Talking

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Creatures Of The Night (18+)

Vampire!Eddie x Werewolf!Steve X Reader

Summary:Not very much here in terms of plot if we're being brutally honest, just some very fun and sexy times involving some monster steddie!

Warnings:NSFW, 18+, Making Out, Teasing, Fingering, Size Kink (slightly), Praise Kink, Oral Sex (Brief F Receiving), Missionary Sex, Cuddles afterwards for good measure!

Word Count:2, 213

Authour's Note:Maybe i'm unhinged for writing this but i'm just here for a good time and to fuck monsters, if that's not your thing then maybe this isn't the fic for you.

Masterlist

It was only ever under the bright white light of the moon that their true forms revealed themselves to you. The pitch black midnight provided them the chance to present themselves as they truly are.

Eddie with his pale skin, red-rimmed dark eyes, and spread of imposing bat-like wings. His wicked smile proudly shows off his two prominent sharp, pearly teeth. A few of his long dark curls had fallen loose from the bun tied at the nape of his neck, framing his pale face. He’d long been drawn to you, the scent of your blood called out to him, a rich, cherry-sweet scent unlike anything he’d ever come across before. His nose would brush against your neck, as his tongue licked over the pulsing veins in your neck, and despite it all, he could never bring himself to sink his teeth in, never wanting you to come to any harm, especially not at his cost.

And Steve, who’s broad shouldered frame is covered in thick coats of soft brown hair, his usual hazel brown eyes now glowed a honeyed golden sparkle in the moonlit dark of the bedroom. Even in his shaggy, wolf-like form there was still something incredibly human about him. The glint in his eyes that lets you know that underneath it all, he was still just your Stevie, and nothing could ever change that.

Maybe the way that you three came together each night wasn’t the conventional thing that was expected of three young adults living together in a small and quiet town like Hawkins but somehow you managed to make your rather unconventional situation work.

Most people wouldn't look twice at your boys in the harsh light of day. Steve in his usual look of light wash denim and striped polo shirts, a normal everyday outfit for the common man in Hawkins. And Eddie clad in his typical garb of some metal band's tour t-shirt, black leather jacket and black ripped jeans leading down to an old pair of tattered dark DMs was a look that most people turned their nose up at with a scoff. 

So yeah, mostly the residents of Hawkins, Indiana paid no mind to the two polar opposite boys who roamed their streets.

No. It wasn't until the sun dawned down each evening that your boys came out to play.

Being pinned between their two monstrous bodies was something that you welcomed. The touch of the supernatural was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

It started out as a typical night, with you in bed relaxingly cuddled against the warm, soft hairs of Steve’s chest, fingers absentmindedly playing with his soft brown coat. Your head resting against him, listening to the steady beat of his heart, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

In stark contrast to the warmth you feel lying next to Steve, you feel Eddie’s presence sidling up beside you. The ice cold touch of his hand coasting up your arm as he leans in to press kisses along your collarbones, you feel his smirking smile against your skin as you shiver under his affections.

Eddie’s button-tipped nose is buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of you with a deep breath, before pressing one more cold kiss just underneath your ear. 

Steve wasn’t blind to what Eddie was trying to do, in fact he all but encouraged the vampire’s quest to arouse you. Steve quietly chuckled to himself as he felt you slyly trying to grind yourself naked body into his hairy thigh where your legs were tangled with his under the bed covers.

"Well would you look at that.." Steve's deep voice rumbles out "..it would seem as though our mate is getting a little squirmy from all those kisses your giving her, Munson" 

"Indeed it would, Harrington. How about we do something about that, huh pretty girl?" Eddie asks you, his voice a low raspy whisper beside your ear.

You lift yourself from the soft comfort of Steve's chest to nod your head. 

"I'm gonna need you to use your words, Sweet Thing." Eddie purrs out, ever the tease.

You nod your head once more

"Yes please.." you breathed.

"Always so polite.." Eddie smiles. He looks over to Steve and gives him a subtle nod of his head, which Steve understands right away, as his massive hands gently man-handle you into a position where you’re sat on the bed, with your body relaxing back against his soft furry chest, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Steve’s large hands are pawing at your exposed chest, squishing the soft flesh of your boobs under his rough touch. His fingers eagerly toying with your nipples, rolling each one between the calloused tips of his fingers. His lips hungrily sucks dark marks against your skin, trailing his kisses up the side of your neck.

“Hold her open, Wolfie.” Eddie commands Steve teasingly, knowing how much Steve hated Eddie’s affectionate nick-name for him. 

Steve’s hands immediately skate down the sides of your body, his nails leaving light scratch marks as he does. His big hands settle themselves on the soft skin of the inside of your thighs before spreading them and holding them open.

Eddie stands up and makes his way over to where you're so tantalisingly spread out for him. Stalking the room, his dark eyes never leaving your exposed frame.

You watch his movements with anticipation. There’s a delicious heat that warms through you as you watch how he lewdly spits in his palm before dropping his hand down and teasing his cock in slow strokes, his thumb swiping over the mess of pooling pre-cum gathering at the tip as his fist strokes upwards making sure to glide over the prominent vein that runs the underside of his length.

"Don’t worry Pretty Girl, I'm going to make you feel real good, real soon" Eddie promised. "Just gonna let Harrington have his moment with you first, you know he's gotta stretch you out to get you ready for me"

You feel the insistent press of Steve's cock at your back and all too quickly you're reminded of why he has to stretch you out. In his human form Steve was not small by any shred of the imagination, but with enough prep and slow, gentle movements from both parties you could take him.

However, in his humanoid-wolf hybrid form it was a different story. Everything about him was bigger, in every sense of the word. Of course you’d tried to take him, so desperate to feel the stretch of him inside you, but it would be a while before you could accommodate the press of his thick length in your tight wet heat. For now you had settled on a happy medium of being opened up by the rough and calloused touch of Steve’s fingers.

Starting with only one of his fingers, carefully teasing his way around your pussy, gathering the wetness on the pads of his fingertips before drawing it up and rubbing on your clit in tight circles. His thick finger slips back down and slowly inches inside you, just letting you adjust to the feeling of his finger for a moment before he begins to thrust in and out of you.

Your head falls back against his chest whimpering quiet little moans into the crook of his neck.

“Aw, is Stevie making you feel good, Sweetheart?” Eddie’s voice taunts, a slight tone of condescension as he watches Steve slip another one of his fingers inside you, working them in and out of your wet cunt.

Steve noses into your hair, deeply inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo, little gruff whines of approval falling from his lips as he feels you tighten around his fingers.

"That's it…There's my good girl, gonna come from me, aren’t you, Sweet Thing?" Steve growls against your skin, his sharp teeth nipping little marks against your neck.

You whine and babble incoherently as Steve continues to thrust his fingers and rub your clit in quick circles, holding you close to his body. 

Your orgasm rushes over you, clenching and pulsing against Steve’s thick fingers with a wet gush.

Steve gently rubs over your clit as tenderly as he can with his big pawing hands, helping you to come down from the high of your orgasm.

“There she is, my good girl…So sweet and pretty..” Steve breathes against your neck in-between placing tender to your skin.

“Think you mean our girl, Harrington. Thought you wolves were all about sharing with the rest of your pack, huh.” Eddie teases from where he’s sat on the edge of the bed, his dark brown almost black eyes scarcely tearing away from your steadily breathing frame. His long fingers are still slowly stroking over the length of his cock, keeping himself hard and ready just for you.

“You ready for me, Angel?” he asks, all too cocksure of the fact that you were never going to give him an answer short of a shy nod of your head and a breathy whine of ‘please’. 

“I’m ready please, Eddie..I just want to feel you..” you plead desperately, which earns you a rumbling chuckle from the vampire above you.

"Well since you asked so nicely, who am I to deny such a request?" Eddie smiles broadly, bearing his pearly fangs to you.

He leans his head between your spread legs, where Steve’s big strong hands hold you open, and places one soft, solitary kiss against your clit before sweeping his tongue the length of your pussy, slurping up glistening wetness.

"You know I can never resist getting a taste of your sweet cunt, my Darling" he purrs “..but it’s only fair that Wolfie here gets to have a taste too..” before leaning over your shoulder and bringing Steve close with a cold hand snaked around the back of his neck, his long fingers tugging into the soft strands of Steve's scruffy hair. Eddie presses his lips against Steve’s, his tongue slipping between his fangs to allow Steve to taste the sweetness of your juices in a heated and passionate kiss.

An appreciative growling hum resonates from the wolf as he licks his lips when Eddie pulls away from him.

“Always so sweet for us, Pretty girl..” Steve praises, making you beam under his affections.

“Oh! Does our pretty girl like being praised for being a good girl?” Eddie notes as he takes in the way you shy away into the crook of Steve’s neck.

Eddie hooks his finger under your chin, gently tilting your face up, forcing you to look at him.

You shyly nod your head, your words failing you as you’re pinned between these two supernatural beings.

“Well since you’re being such a good girl for us, then I guess it’s only fair that Eddie gets to feel you come for him the way I did.” Steve tells you, his fingers running back up your body to toy with your nipples.

With one more breathy whimper of ‘Please’ falling from your lips Eddie takes his cock in his hand and begins to sink himself into you inch by inch.

Eddie rolls his hips into you, filling you so completely every time he thrusts into you. The cold touch of his fingertips make you shiver as they sink into the warm, soft flesh of your thighs.

Steve takes his opportunity to snake one of his hands down your body to rub circles over your sensitive clit.

“Keep that up Harrington, she’s squeezing me so tight, she feels like a fuckin’ dream” Eddie praises as he continues to rut his hips into you, hitting against that spot inside you that has a flaring heat building in your stomach.

The lewd sounds of Steve’s growled kisses against your neck, Eddie’s sloppy thrusts as he chased his orgasm, and your own whining whimpers resound in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

It didn’t take much more than a few sharp thrusts from Eddie hitting so deeply inside you and Steve’s pawing hands rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pleasure that you were coming around Eddie’s cock. Your orgasm shuddering through your body.

With the way your walls were squeezing him so tightly Eddie buried himself deep inside you once more before he was filling you with the hot spurts of his release.

Taking a moment to gather yourselves, Eddie slowly pulls himself out of your tight wet heat with a hiss of sensitivity.

Steve pulls your body back to his, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and placing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head.

“Did so well for us sweetheart.” Steve praises once more.

“I love you, you know that, right? Both of you?” you say, looking between the two creatures.

“Yeah we know you do, sweetheart, we love you too.” Steve smiles “Now, you get your blood-sucking ass over here, Munson. I’ve got two arms for a reason.” he smirks, gesturing to the other empty space in the large bed.

Eddie slinks over to the bed, sidling up to Steve, and for the rest of the night that’s how you two spend your time together. You and Eddie snuggled into the soft warmth of Steve’s chest, falling into a relaxed and easy sleep.

@sunflowerdaydreamer @munsonology @xxhellfiregirlxx

[tsunami-kelsey]

EDDSWORLD HEADCANNONS 💪

SHIPS:

TomTordEdd

MattJon

Markuardo

Patpaul

EDD:

– 5'11" (says hes 6')

– Pansexual 

– AuDHD

– Meladaptive Daydreamer

– Chubby <33333

– Brown curly hair

– Hairy limbs and torso because yes 🧡🧡

– Used to have deep brown eyes but they became bright green because of power edd

– Still has his powers, except he cant control them as well

– Draws as a job (is actually a very popular artist)

– Also works part-time at the Diner!

– Loves bugies

– Is actually very good with plants

– terrible cook, amazing baker

– Unironicly acts like a cat

– ls the only one with a healthy, living, loving family group

MATT:

– Gender-fluid! (mainly masc)

– Gay!!

– 6'7"

– ADHD

– Only drinks animal blood

– Hangs out in the bathroom while hes at the house the most (he has to look good😔)

– Can only turn into a bat on the 31st of every month (the date number he was turned :3)

– Likes to color!

– Being a Model is his job (he isn't popular but bro get BANK!!!!!)

– used to go to the neighbors house everyday to hang out with Jon </3

– May or may not have turned Jon into a vampire on accident... (dont ask)

– Used to be pale, and is now even MORE pale because of vampire

– ginger. he is very sensitive to sunlight and always has been, so he beings sunscreen and a sun umbrella with him everywhere

– has the best clothes ever, likes to hold fashion shows for the gang

– Color Blind! Cant see blue 😔

TOM:

– 5'5"

– Trans Masc <3

– Bisexual obv

– Has a band (Lead singer and guitarist)

– Makes Kandi with Edd

– AuDHD

– Has yellow teeth because ALCOHOL!!!

– HATES the noises of crinkling plastic

– freely shifts around the others because he knows even when he isn't mentally/physically there he wont hurt them.

– SHARP TEETH SHARP TEETH SHARP TEETH

– Wears blue earplugs because sensitive monster ears

– Has so many percings in insane

– Punk fashion!!

– Lacks empathy but ISNT A HEARTLESS BEING.

– Forgets to eat, shower, and just take care of himself becaus of his ADHD (he doesnt mean to)

– Very entergetic with people he loves

– Has a secret intrest in dragons and other things

– Has gone to concerts (MCR, Mother Mother, Rob Zombie, etc etc) with Jon :3

– Is actualy Jon's older brother!!

TORD:

– 5'9"

– Pansexual

– Surpisingly amazing cook

– Has tried human flesh before and liked it

– The real Tord died in 2008, the Red Army creating a clone of him and the clone growing fond of the other three.

– BEFORE DEATH: Dark brown haie, hazel/blue eyes, chose to not accociate himself with his parents (his father was a terrible person, like father like son am i right?) Mostly wore black and some Red, thin norwrigen accent

– AFTER DEATH / CLONE: light chestnut hair with deep brown roots, grey eyes, constantly talks about his army (where the clone was created, he doesnt have many memories of the tord before him), Wears more red and some black, THICK norwrigian accent

– Has more than 90GB at this point (ifykyk)

– Rebuilt their house with the help of the army's fonds, replicating everything as best as he could.

– Stayed with them for another 5 years in the house than went to command the RED ARMY

– Cold to people he doesnt know, entergetic and flurty to those he does

JON ( DECEASED . ):

– loved cereal, any kind

– never left Tom's side when they where little

– Had sevear anxiety

– 5'3"

– Pansexual

– Had like 3 tattoons, but he always hid them because he was scared of what the others would say

– Loved rock music, used to vibe to metal too

– Died when tord blew up the houses.

– He was in the hospital for maybe a week before he let himself give up.

– Had asthma and dyslexia!

– Loved to knit :3

– Had gotten turned into a little vampire by matt, but was never immortal (like matt)

– Hangs out with Mark in his little ghost form. He likes to mess with edwardo when he notices that Ed is feeling down

MARK:

– 6'5"

– Bisexual <3

– Make Up artist for movies and things!

– Married to Edwardo 

– Can see and feel ghosts. (this is important)

– Has prescriptions but he never takes them because they make him feel worse

– took Jon's death the hardest.

– A very picky eater

– Terrible cook (he tries guys)

– every letter from Todd is addressed to him for some reason

– HATES bugs. If he sees one he will shreak even if its a butterfly or something

– Actually gets along with Matt a lot

– Does Matt's make up when Matt has a show

– Amazing fashion but never uses it to its true potential 😔

– Works out a lot with Ed :3

EDWARDO:

– Has a pug named Dogwardo.

– Gay.

– 5'10" (says hes 6ft but than edd interjects)

– has so much beef with Edd that its concerning

– Dated Laurel and then went "oh wait im gay, mb bro" (she didnt care lolz)

– Knows how to control his powers very well, used them to complete dayly tasks

– Actualy incredibly clingy to Mark

– THE BEST FUCKING COOK YOU WILL EVER MEET, THIS MAN MAKES THE BEST FOOD EVER.

– Works full-time at the diner and works in the kitchen :D

– Best friends with Laurel and Honey :3

– hairy man /POS /POS

– Forced Todd to move in when Jon died (he needed the comfort but wont admit it)

TODD:

– Photographer! (get it? because he shoots photos? and tord- yeah you get it)

– Is Tord's clone from the labs

– much more tame hair, he loves styling hair

– adores birds, he has a pet paret named Lavender (or Lavie)

– The only straight one. EDIT: I LIED HES ASEXUAL 💪

– 6'8"

– Moved into the house after the explosions and stuff, took Jons old room but technically lives on the couch because he spends all his time there

– Loves to travel :D

– Tries to be best buds with his clone but fails everytime

– His outfits are much more well kept than tords :3

– Hates anything political

– Very fond of Laurel, thinks shes PRETTYYY :0000 (they never get together, hes to much of a wimp to even say hi to her)

[night-market-if]

Hi hi! All these Vampire Hazel asks have me wondering, but did you ever actually explain the rules of vampirism in TNM? Like do they have the stereotypical weaknesses (can’t be exposed to sunlight, can’t see reflection in mirror, unable to eat garlic, etc)?

What kind of powers do they have? We see Belladonna is able to fly as a bat, has super strength/healing, and all that jazz, but is there anything else?

I guess sunlight isn’t really much of an issue in this case, although it would be hilarious to see Belladonna sparkle every time she steps outside 😂

They can see their reflection and eat garlic, although they typically do not like to eat food at all because it does make them sick to their stomach. Sunlight will not turn them to ash but it will burn their skin to the point of blistering and peeling and the most minor exposure.

As for powers, it is different per vampire. Every vampire has one power they excel in and then a bunch of little powers that they are adept at. Super strength and healing are pretty common but then kind of going into Vampire the Masquerade territory where each clan had something they were known for.

[enigmatist17]

Angel notices it right off the bat.

It's been a good year or so since he'd last seen Joyce, and he's not particularly surprised she's still terrified of him. Angelus had done too much harm for Angel to overcome, so the general initial discomfort of his return to help Buffy for a while wasn't unexpected.

Joyce moving so that Spike of all people was between herself and the older vampire, however, was surprising.

"Don't worry love, he won't 'urt you." Spike smirked, blue and hazel eyes tracking each other without a blink as Angel stands beside Buffy.

"Since when did you care?" It's petty, sure, and Spike only snorts.

"You know, most people find it rude to insult someone when you've been out of town for a while." Joyce chided, finally feeling safe enough to stand out from behind Spike. "Spike has been a lovely guest."

"You 'ear that? Lovely." The younger looks as smug as he possibly can, and Angel wants to just punch him.

"For some unknown reason, Mom has been letting him stay here." Buffy grumbles from her spot in the kitchen, and Angel would have had a heart attack if his heart still beat.

"Y-You just let him live here?!"

"Well, when you're a neutered vampire, kinda takes the whole concern of him killing out of the picture, you know?" The Slayer shrugged, and Spike growls as Joyce put her hand over her face.

"Neutered?" Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Before anyone decides to throw curses around, Dawn is upstairs." Joyce sighs, cutting off the Brit who was now flipping Buffy off. "Buffy, why don't you escort Angel to...wherever he's staying, and we can catch up tomorrow evening."

"Okay..." For a moment everyone awkwardly stares at each other before Spike breaks it by slinging an arm around Joyce's shoulders with a grin.

Angel's eyes go wide, the blonde just waggling his eyebrows.

"C'mon bird, it's almost Passions time." The older woman seemed to be relieved at that, retrieving a forgotten bag of popped popcorn from the microwave as Angel rolled his eyes.

"Of course she watches Passions."

"Mhm." Spike grinned as he and Joyce left the kitchen, the older vampire eyeing the protective arm around Joyce, who doesn't seem to understand what Spike had just done in front of his grandsire.

"Angel?" Buffy clears her throat, glancing between Angel and the living room. "You okay?"

"....when you say neutered..?"

The drive to the hotel wasn't long, and Buffy shrugged as she slipped into the passenger seat. The tale of the Initiative fills the void during the drive, and by the time they've reached his temporary home, Angel is as angry as he is amused.

"Why are you doing that laughing thing?" Buffy pestered after Angel checked in, sitting on top of the trunk with her arms crossed.

"My what?"

"Your, y'know, the face you do when you're trying not to laugh about something."

Angel raised an eyebrow as Buffy slid off the trunk, grabbing his bags of essentials before locking up for the night.

"You..." Angel can't hold back the laugh that bursts from his mouth, and the Slayer is looking confused as they entered his room. He laughs again the moment the door closes, Buffy rolling her eyes as the vampire works himself into a fit of giggles.

"I don't understand why you're being so weird about Spike hanging around my mother."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Angel coughed, grin still playing on his lips as Buffy took a seat on the bed. "It's just so obvious."

"What is?" Buffy crossed her arms, Angel joining her with a soft smile.

"When he put his arm around your mother in front of me? He just basically claimed her, and the fact that it's your mother with his history is...unsurprising."

"He did what to my mother?" Buffy's voice is strained as she stared at Angel, who gently took one of her hands and squeezed.

"This may sound weird coming from me about Spike of all things, but it's very rare when a vampire claims a human without turning them. It's an ultimate sign that they care for whoever is claimed, and being a Master will ward off danger from low ranking demons...which is 90% of Sunnydale's inhabitants." Angel paused as he struggled for the words, Buffy looking a touch relaxed as she returned the squeeze. "How long has he been living with you?"

"Ever since he escaped the Initiative, or well, a few weeks after that? Mom found him near her work one night pretty weak, and despite my many, many, many protests brought him home, and he just kind of never left."

"When did you find out he was...neutered?" Angel cringed at the word, and Buffy bites back whatever sound tried to make its way out of her throat. "I am not calling it that."

"Pretty quick, I may or may not have lashed out, and he blacked out when he blocked one of my attacks. The chip in his head gives his entire brain a shock if he does anything to harm humans."

"That's why I'm back?"

"Yep." They sit in silence for a minute before Angel looks over, lips twitching in an amused smirk.

"So, they both are Passions fans huh?"

"Don't get me started!"

[siempre-bucky]

vampires

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Caroline Bradshaw is convinced her dad is a vampire. She was more than convinced after hearing him tell you he wanted to suck your blood and spotting a hickey on your neck.

wc: 2k

a/n: I needed some Halloween fluff with this man... I did. enjoy!

The quaint San Diego house was dark with the exception of the blue lights emitting from the television screen. Caroline snuggled up to her father on the couch, her hand deep in the bright orange popcorn bowl while Bradley draped his arm around her cold little arm. Her eyes were glued to Halloweentown, using muscle memory to shove a fist full of popcorn in her mouth. 

Bradley watched with amusement, listening to his daughter's joy-filled giggles as she watched the young witch interact with the silly-looking creatures. He chuckled as she audibly made her distaste known as the kids grabbed the fang of a vampire. Caroline dragged the tip of her tongue over her baby canine tooth “Daddy,” she began, her hazel eyes looking up at the man. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” 

“Are vampires real, like in the movie?” 

He bit back a laugh at her innocent question, “Of course not. Vampires suck blood, turning their victims into minions of the undead,” he went on, tilting his head side to side. Caroline gulped, her little body stiffening. He looked down, his words instantly coming to a halt. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. There are no such things as vampires, werewolves, or goblins…the jury’s still out on ghosts. They’re just in the movies.” 

It seemed to have calmed her down for the moment, the eight-year-old beginning to relax at his side, her head pressing against his chest. 

Well, it was fine, until she was in her princess bed, looking up at the ceiling that was slightly illuminated by the stars coming from her night light. What if a vampire snuck into her room and drank her blood? Hypnotizing her to do their bidding? Caroline shook her head and sprang up from her bed, heading for her bookshelf.  She pulled down a book of creatures that Mickey gave to her as a Christmas present. “Vampires, vampires, vampires—ah!” she whispered as she searched and found the page about the fanged creatures of the night. 

Her eyes widened in fear as she scanned the page. “Vampires suck the book of their victims, can turn into bats, hate garlic,” she read to herself, “they’re allergic to sunlight and can be destroyed by–ew!” she slammed the book closed and swiftly walked down the hall. 

“Bradley.” She heard you giggle from inside your bedroom. Caroline looked in through the crack of the door and saw Bradley sitting next to you, his lips attached to your neck. Her eyes widened—he couldn’t be. “What are you trying to do? Draw blood?” you laughed, playfully pushing him away. 

“I want to suck your blood,” he put on a fake accent and put his arm around you, pushing you lower into your pillow while you tried to muffle your laughter.

Caroline gasped for air, not realizing she was holding her breath. She pressed her back against the cold wall and panted. There was no way—he said they only existed in the movies. He must’ve been joking, she soothed herself, but her suspicion stayed with her through the night. 

The next morning, the girl sat at the kitchen table, pushing around the marshmallows of her cereal. You were humming to yourself as you placed a small arrangement of orange flowers on the table, “Are you ok?” you asked, watching the stern expression on your daughter's face. 

“Mhm,” she responded. 

“Was the movie too scary?” 

“No,” she sighed, “it was fine.” 

You nodded, mostly unconvinced by her reasoning. You moved your hair to the side, turning to walk away. Caroline looked up at the perfect time to see the small purple bruise on the side of your neck; the spot was perfect for a vampire’s fangs. Her blood ran cold, an icy chill ran down her spine. 

She was convinced: her father, Bradley Bradshaw, was a vampire. 

He came down the stairs as soon as the realization came to her, his eyes squinted and pained groans coming from his mouth. Bradley hurried to the windows and pulled the curtains closed, cursing at the sun under his breath. Caroline whipped her head around to look at him, “Y-you don’t like the sun?” she asked, hiding the tremble. 

“No,” he gruffed, trying to keep the house as dark as possible. Vampires hated the sun. He walked like the dead, footsteps heavy towards the kitchen. 

“What’s the real problem?” you questioned him after following him into the kitchen. 

“Headache.” Rooster was a man of few words when his head felt like it was going to explode. “Need a new pillow or something.” 

You carded your fingers in his hair and gave his scalp a few gentle scratches. A low rumble emitted from his throat, "You shouldn't fly today," you tell him, removing your hand and walking towards the medicine cabinet. 

He gratefully took the seafoam green capsules and a small glass of water. Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist to draw you closer to his side. "I'll be fine after this and some food. I promise, honey." His eyes spotted the dark hickey on the side of your neck, an instant pleasurable reminder of last night's activities. 

Bradley leaned in closer, his lips slightly parted. The distance was shrinking, plush lips were so close to making contact with your soft skin. The door opened abruptly, "Mom!" Caroline's voice boomed. 

You and Bradley jolted, inching away from one another. "What?" You panted, your hand covering your beating heart. 

Her hazel eyes swiveled from her mother to her father. You nor she had a wooden stake, just in case things got ugly. "I-I can't find my folder for school," she lied instead. 

"Oh," you mumbled, blinking in surprise at her outburst. "I'll be right there to help." 

You and Bradley shrugged at one another. 

—

That night at dinner wasn't much better, your daughter had stayed silent most of the day after you picked her up from school. "Honey, go grab the garlic bread from the kitchen, please," you told her kindly, setting down the pot of spaghetti on the table. 

Garlic bread. Garlic was used to ward off vampires. Caroline raced into the kitchen and grabbed the garlic salt from the cabinet. Her tongue poked out as she smothered the already fragrant bread. She thought this was a fool's proof way to see if her dad really was a vampire. 

She placed the bread on the table in front of her father, matching eyes staring at him the whole time. Bradley scrunched his nose as the smell of the garlic tickled his nostrils. 

"How was work?" You asked Bradley. 

"Mav and Cyclone almost got into a screaming match," he chuckled, bypassing the bread and straight for the pasta. 

Caroline formed a disappointed face, her fork clinking on the plate roughly. He didn't touch it for most of dinner. She was going to have to prompt him. "Do you want some of the garlic bread, Daddy? I helped make it." Bradley couldn't say no to his little girl. 

The aviator inhaled, almost coughing at the over usage of the ingredient. His stomach churned at the thought of it in his mouth. "Uh," he tried to laugh it off, "I'm really full, Caroline. I'll have some later, alright?" He patted his toned stomach for added effect 

That's certainly something a vampire would say. Denial of garlic. Aversion to the sun. The young girl was more convinced than ever. 

—

She stood next to him on her step stool in the bathroom as they brushed their teeth. The only way Caroline would brush her teeth was if her dad did it with her. She could see his reflection in the mirror, so maybe there was still hope that he wasn’t? 

She kept looking upwards, he was paying a lot of attention to his 'fangs' she noticed. Had to keep them clean for his next victim. She gulped and quickly finished, spitting into the sink before darting out of the room and leaving Bradley confused. 

—

"There's something going on with her," Bradley commented as he climbed into bed. You looked up from your book and wedged your bookmark in between the pages. 

"I noticed. Are you sure she was okay after the movie?" You questioned, placing your book on the bedside table. 

"It was just Halloweentown," he hummed, kissing your shoulder. You giggled at the hairs of his mustache that tickled your skin. 

"She's eight," you retorted. 

Your husband slid closer, strong hand gliding along your stomach before resting on your side. His lips kissed higher and hair until he was able to suck on the sensitive skin, "I know," he whispered. 

Bradley smirked at the whimper that fell from your lips. "Menace," you grumbled. Both of you were distracted, losing your train of thought. 

"Should I close the door?" He asked lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. 

As his lips left your neck, you let out a small moan, “Please.” 

Before he could get up, the door busted open. You swore there was going to be a hole in the drywall from how aggressively Caroline opened it. You and Bradley looked at her in shock, her face was full of fear. “Mom, don’t let him kiss you!” 

“Caroline, what’s going on?” you asked as calmly as you could in hopes to calm her.

She took in a few deep breaths and clenched her small hands into fists. “Dad wants to turn you into a minion of the undead!” she yelped. 

“I what?” 

“Excuse me?” 

You and Bradley spoke in unison and shared the same confused expression. “Dad’s a vampire!” 

Bradley stifled a laugh. “Sweetheart, I’m not a vampire.” 

“Oh yeah?” she huffed, marching towards the bed, “Then why did you close the curtains? Vampires burn in the sun.” 

“I had a headache and the light made it worse. Caroline, come here,” he outstretched his arms for her. 

She shook her head feverishly, “No! I won’t let you take my blood.” 

“I’m not taking anyone’s blood.” 

“Then why does mom have a bruise on her neck? A-and I heard you tell her that you wanted to suck her blood.” 

You placed your hand on Bradley's bicep and used your other to reach for her. “Honey, your dad was just messing around, he was trying to make me laugh,” you explain calmly. Caroline couldn’t take her eyes off her dad but she did put her hand in yours, climbing onto the bed. 

“But your neck.” 

You giggled and nudged your husband, “Sometimes he kisses too hard,” you managed to keep it rated g for her, “but he was not trying to suck my blood. Your daddy is a pilot, not a vampire. I promise.” Her stern face fell, and her poor cheeks turned a deep shade of red

“Caroline,” Bradley spoke softly. She looked at him shyly, a mix of uncertainty and embarrassment. He took her in his arms and cradled her against his chest, her eyes looking up at him. “Look,” he raised his top lip to show her his teeth, “no fangs.” 

She giggled and nuzzled into him. “You’re not a vampire,” she sighed in relief. 

“Not a vampire,” he repeated. 

You scooted closer and ran your fingers through her hair, “Maybe no more Halloween movies this year, hmm?” 

She scoffed as you kissed her forehead, “But I wanna see Halloweentown 2!” She playfully went slack in his arms, her head rolling backward to look at you upside down. “I’ll be fine!” 

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “You can’t go around and accuse someone of being a troll or a vampire then,” you leaned forward and started to tickle her sides. Caroline thrashed and laughed loudly, kicking her feet. 

Bradley scooped her up and held her away from you, “You’re gonna believe me when I say something doesn't exist?” he questioned with a smirk. 

His daughter smiled, “I promise to believe you.” She rolled away and got under the blankets, making herself comfortable between her parents. You gave her a kiss on the cheek while Bradley kissed the other. He reached over and kissed you softly on the lips before turning off the light. 

“Daddy, you said ghosts might be real?” 

“Sleep, Caroline. Shh, shh, shh,” he told her sleepily, covering her eyes with his hand.

[mrsvalbaker]

{{{{Emily Halliwell

Emily Serena Halliwell

Mother, Monica Halliwell (nee Chandler) is an American pure-blood witch from Ipswich, Massachusetts. She was born in a matriarchal witch family, the Chandlers are Salem descendants, her mother Hazel Chandler is a pure-blood heiress, an aurologist and owns a luxury crystal business for non-maj and magical community, and a travelling socialite. She is very independent and never desired marriage but children, and chose her lover, a curse-breaker pure-blood, Spellman Goldstein, cousins to Tina and Queenie Goldstein. He is adventurous man who travels all over and loves women and liquor, he's good natured but never desired to be a husband or father, but he's in love with the spirited and independent, Hazel Chandler and agreed to giving her three children. Together they had Monica, Lorelei, and Amanda. He gives them money and gifts and sometimes shows up, but lisn't much of a father, just how Hazel likes it.

Monica was a Thunderbird at Ilvermorny and top of her class, she excelled at every subject.

After graduation she went to no-maj second education, getting a bachelor's in Anthropology at Harvard University, then went to Oxford University to get a bachelor's in Arts and Humanities, she lived with her Great Aunt Zelda who was always busy so she had the townhouse to herself. She took ballet classes as well as acting, she loved the muggle world and had to know everything about everything. Her Humanities professor, the handsome and popular, Dr. Darren Halliwell was intrigued by the mysterious American beauty, he's a viscount of Cotswolds as well, and tried to ignore how he felt about his favorite student, but eventually late nights happened and they couldn't resist each other.

They were serious for years and moved in together after dating for two years, after two years she told him she's a witch and he still loved her, when she was 34 and he was 44 they married despite his family being against it, and she became the Viscountess of Cotswolds.

She became a potioneer, alchemist, and Magical physician. They lived together at his manor in Cotswolds, she opened up a new age shop called The Bell, Booke, and Candle, for muggles, and for the wizarding community, in Diagon Alley, she opened up a sort of an apothecary called The White Cauldron.

They eventually had their daughter Emily.

At their home, Monica has a black goat called Lucifer, her own familiar a black cat named Grimalkin, her screech owl Lilith, a jackalope called Hy-Brasil, Darren has his white bavarian shepherd named Mayerling they all love and protects the home.

Emily has a black and red fox, named Salem, a vampire bat called Pyewacket, and a two white bunnies named, Lancelot and Tristan.

Emily is very good with creatures magical and non magical, same for plants.

She also has a knack for potions and divination is strong with her, she's a very traditional witch.

Emily can speak to animals

She's also good at wandcraft she made her own out of a jackalope horn given to her by her grandfather Spellman Goldstein, from a pet jackalope of his that passed, she used the nail of a werewolf for the core given to her by her Aunt Mandy who had a female werewolf love that gave it to her, and it's twelve inches, carved pagan symbols and vines into the wood and sprinkled crushed dust from Amethyst in it. The wand is best at healing, divination, curses, and jinxes.

She's a Hufflepuff but was almost a ravenclaw

She celebrates the pagan holidays

She worships the goddesses

Emily brings muggle things to school like her phone and airpods and hides them behind her hair

It drives Theo crazy when he calls her name and she can't hear him and he blames the muggles for it

Despite her blood status and house, Emily's friends are mainly in Slytherin.

In third year, Lavender Brown was teasing Pansy for being a lesbian, and Emily told Lavender off, and she snapped and gave her a burning jinx which she got detention for and house points deductions, but she didn't regret it and showed no remorse. She told Pansy that her aunt is a lesbian and told her she has her back, Pansy and her became best friends instantly.

The Slytherin boys shockingly took to Emily quickly learning she defended her quickly, despite everything. They liked that Emily didn't judge them.

Theodore was practically in love with Emily since first year, he doesn't have a good reason just that she intrigues him and she's beautiful, and the more he watched her the more he loved her, and when Cedric Diggory tried to cheat on Cho with Emily in fourth year, he sent him off the Astronomy Tower...he almost died....almost.

Emily always had a crush on Theodore Nott, who wouldn't? He's hot as fuck, she heard he's half Italian and fluent, and when she became apart of the snake pit she found out it was true, he's also brooding and has a hard time to open up like some romantic character from the books she reads. He's like Heathcliff.

He doesn't ever take to anyone new, but he took to her as soon as Pansy introduced her, they found that they could talk about anything together, he listened to her random ramblings about selkies, or new "movies" and "tv shows", she shared her music with him and because he doesn't speak much and she speaks a lot, it was just perfect.

When he started calling her Italian terms of endearment, she was a definite goner and no man could compare, she wanted Theodore Dante Nott more than anyone in the word.

[theostrophywife]

maybe a az x reader where it's halloween and the girls are dressed up and matching in the cute scandalous outfit and bunny ears? and their having a good time at rita's dancing while the boys stay at the table watching the girls? just in the mood for some halloween vibes! 🎃

kitten.

author's note: i promised myself i'd hold off on writing until i finished crescent city but this is too good to pass up. this isn't my usual full-fledged fic but i figured it would be better than nothing. fair warning, this got a little out of hand so there's definitely smut under the cut.

you and the girls decide to dress up for the all hallow's eve celebration at rita's. mor dresses up as a cheetah, complete with a gold dress and spots on the side of her face. feyre decides to go as a bat, all clad in purple with pointy ears and plastic wings. the valkyries are in matching witch costumes. amren refuses to dress up and goes as herself instead.

the boys are all waiting at the bar. rhys somehow talked cas and az into wearing vampire costumes. faux fangs and red capes should have looked absurd, but something about seeing azriel in a dark suit with his hair slicked back was such a turn-on.

as soon as you walk into rita's, your mate cannot seem to keep his eyes off of you. he had no idea what he was expecting when you said that you would be dressing up, but it certainly wasn't this. you were wearing a tight, latex catsuit that hugged every curve of your body. if that wasn't enough to give him a heart attack, the matching whip and thigh high boots threatened to send him into outright cardiac arrest. you looked like something that crawled right out of his filthiest fantasies and he loved every second of it.

the front of his pants would tighten uncomfortably and you'd shoot him an innocent little smile across the room, knowing full well how aroused he was because you could practically feel his desire rippling down the bond you shared.

you'd be an absolute tease throughout the whole night, dancing and grinding with your friends while you swayed your hips to the beat of the music.

azriel would watch by the bar with his brothers, barely paying attention to whatever conversation cassian and rhys were having while he watched you from the lip of his glass. at this point, the burn of the whiskey was nothing compared to how hot and bothered you were making him.

feyre would chuckle as she nods to the boys. "looks like we've got an audience." you'd smirk in return. "we'd better give them a good show then."

you'd take feyre's tattooed hand in yours and guide them to your hips as you grinded against the high lady. she'd throw her head back in laughter, probably at whatever suggestive comment rhys was telling her through their mental connection. the two of you would make a bet on which mate would break first.

azriel would lose instantly. he'd come up behind you without you even realizing that he'd gotten out of his seat while feyre winks and scurried off to dance with the high lord, who was now approaching the dance floor.

your mate's large hands would clamp down on your hips, pulling you against him while he kisses the back of your neck in greeting. "this wasn't quite what i was expecting when you said you were dressing up," he'd say in that cool, husky voice. you'd blink up at him, fluttering your lashes innocently. "you don't like it?" azriel's hazel eyes would darken as he lowers his voice. "i fucking love it. my little kitten."

the nickname coming from his mouth would sound like the filthiest thing anyone on this realm has ever uttered. the scent of your arousal would cloud your mate's thoughts as he breathes all of you in.

you'd chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging at the cape hanging between his wings. "i honestly thought rhys would come up with something more ridiculous," you'd tease.

azriel would only smirk. "sorry to disappoint, kitten." he'd hook his fingers through the whip tied around your waist and pull you closer. the wicked grin that spreads across his face would be the picture of sin itself. "i guess you'll just have to whip me as punishment."

you'd blush. "you're such a tease, az."

azriel's lips would brush against the shell of your ear. "that's rich of you to say. the sight of you in this costume is enough to bring me to my knees." his hazel gaze would settle over you and you'd know that you were really in for it tonight. he'd turn you around and brush his erection against your backside while you exhale sharply. "is that what you want, kitten? to have me crawling on my hands and knees for a chance to taste you?" his lips would brush against your neck, awakening a familiar aching sensation in your core. "you should know that i'm not above begging."

you'd grind against him as a slew of curses flies out of his mouth. "i'd never dream of making my mate beg," you'd say with a sly smile. "if you wanted to take me right here and right now, you know damn well that i'd let you, azriel."

it's not long before he's dragging you into the men's bathroom. his kisses would be wet and hot, hungry to taste every inch of you as he presses you against the closed door. azriel would taste like whiskey and mint and you'd get lost in his lips as he perches you up on the marble countertop.

he'd be so impatient with the catsuit, zipping it down so that the cool air kisses your bare skin. you wouldn't be cold for long because azriel's then trailing kisses to your neck, collarbone, and breasts, only to stop just below your navel. he'd part you legs further apart and growl at how wet you already were for him. azriel would run two fingers over your slit and your arousal would glisten on his middle and pointer finger before he brings them to his mouth to taste you. "already so wet for me," az says with a grin. "i meant it when i said i'd get on my knees for you."

your mate would quite literally kneel before you and hike your legs over his shoulders. he'd sink the faux fangs into your inner thighs with a smirk before discarding them and eating you out like his life depended on it.

the thing about azriel is that he's a giver. he'd eat your pussy like he'd been starved for years and you were a feast laid out just for him. he knew where to lick, suck, and swirl, his expert tongue knowing exactly what spot to give attention to. azriel would stop at nothing to make you cum over and over again on his tongue.

with your fingers curled in his hair and your thighs clenched around his neck, azriel would make sure to coax you through the peak of your pleasure as your back arched against the mirror and your moans bounced off the walls. he didn't give a damn if anyone heard. in fact, he wanted the entirety of rita's that it was him and him alone that could make you lose control like this.

just as you rode out your orgasm, he'd replace his mouth with his fingers, plunging two of them into your pussy while his thumb rubs circles around your sensitive clit. he'd take great pleasure in tilting your head back and kissing you deeply, swirling his tongue against yours so you could taste yourself on him.

"that's it, kitten. only i can make you cum like this."

you'd pant as he licks up every last drop, kissing the inside of your thighs gently while you rode out your high. his face would be flushed and his lips dripping with your juices as he comes up from between your legs.

your mate is so gentle as he wipes you down, brushing your hair back and making sure to check that you were alright. he'd kiss the top of your head and give you that smile - the one that only you got to see. "i love you so fucking much."

you'd giggle. "i love you too, az."

azriel would beam as he helps you off the countertop. "have i mentioned how much i love this costume on you?" he'd flick the faux ears perched on top of your head. "though i have to say, i think i'd much prefer it on our bedroom floor."

you'd smile. "i think i would too. do you want to go home and test that theory?"

azriel would open the bathroom door, lacing his fingers in yours. "i thought you'd never fucking ask."

[midnightsun-if]

AHHHHHHHH!!! I LOVE Scarlett, can we get a little hangout with solane and or cyra? Btw love the story I can’t wait to explore the ROs and cry myself to sleep with both happy and sad tears!

“You need to stop fidgeting or I’m never going to get this done right.” It’s a light admonishment, airy in tone but still having a steely undercurrent. “It’s making this rather easy task quite tedious.”

Hazel eyes roll skyward. “Your propensity for perfection continues to baffle me, princess.”

“And your propensity to fidget perplexes me in return. That makes us even.”

Chuckling lowly, Sloane takes note of the almost delicate way that slender fingers hold his own. He didn’t have to look back at her face to know that Scarlett was concentrating completely and, if this simple act didn’t mean the world to him, Sloane would laugh at the absurdity of it all, more than his earlier chuckle; Scarlett Voltaire, a woman that could bring people to their knees without trying, is painting his nails with upmost precision and care, taking the rather rudimentary task and shifting it into something else.

Something more.

What that more is? Sloane wouldn’t be able to tell you. He’s never been the best at all the emotional bullshit that having close relationships cause, which is probably why Scarlett had gotten to him so quickly. She didn’t expect anything from him, barely batted an eye to his sharp words, all she wanted was him— even if that meant taking on all the broken pieces that came with such a want.

“Who cares if I get knicked along the way, fur-brain?” Scarlett had once said when Sloane had finally broken, finally let the years of anger flow from his chest to the deep seated pain harbored within. As he let his fear out into the open. Worried that she wouldn’t wish to stay friends with him when she realized all of the damaged pieces she’d have to handle while doing so. “Didn’t you know? Vampires don’t mind a bit of blood.”

It’s the singular moment that cemented the vampire princess into his life— a moment that he’d forever cherish.

“What color?” Scarlett’s question pulls him from his thoughts, emerald eyes flickering with gentle amusement, as if she understood where his mind had wandered off to, but wasn’t going to press, she never did, and a ghost of a smile quirking full lips. “We can go for a lovely shade of lilac, if you’d like? Or a deep burgundy?” Her smile widens into a grin. “How about the absolutely exquisite hot pin—”

“Don’t even finish that,” Sloane huffs out, flexing his fingers, the shimmering clear coat catching in the light. “You know what color I want. It’s the color I always want.”

Scarlett shakes her head, a bottle of the very shade next to her thigh. “Black it is.” Angling her head, she offers Sloane an arched brow. “Certain you don’t want to try a different color this time?”

It’s something she always asked, even though she knew the answer, as it gave Sloane a moment to choose for himself, to escape the cycle of what was comfortable vs. what he actually wants. He’s never given it much thought before, as black was definitively his color, but look at Scarlett now, as she began to prepare to put on the first coat, something in his chest twisted and he found himself speaking.

“Actually—” Green eyes meet his own hazel. “Do you think we could try a different one?”

Something warm sparkles deep within Scarlett’s gaze, her voice softening. “Of course.” She caps the polishes bottle and twists to grab whatever shade he wanted. “What color?”

Sloane ducks his head slightly, still making sure he maintained eye contact. “Could we try green?”

[via-the-ghoul]

;) here’s a completely normal Monster High AU where absolutely nothing bad happens (it is comically obvious that I am lying)

[Image ID 1: a pink rectangle with a drawing of a Monster High skullette at the left side. Her bow is torn, she’s sweating, and she wears a teal face mask. Teal text is to the right of her, reading: warning: the following contains:

body horror

gore

disease

characters from a children’s franchise in a horror situation

Not suitable for children or the easily disturbed. End ID.”

[Image ID 2: two individuals in front of a grey background. The one on the left is a pale green, and crawling on the ground, as their lower half is missing, and wearing a turquoise plaid dress with “Zap” written on it in yellow. Their long black and white striped hair drags behind them, tainted with blood. Their eyes and nose are missing, and their mouth is completely black, in a hollow grin. They have a blue plaid tie and are missing a hand. They’re covered in blood. The figure to the right is brown with wolf ears and dark brown hair in a bun with a purple tuff of it in the front. Her eyes are golden, and so are a pair of glasses she wears. She wears a black jacket, a belt, dark purple pants, black boots, and a purple face mask. She looks stern, and carries a baseball bat, both it and her covered in blood. A pale green hand lies between the two, and both of them plus the hand have text besides them. Said text, starting with the green individual, then the hand’s, than the one with the bat, reads as follows:

“Frankie Stein

Status: infected

The infection, known as the Power Wasting Curse, manifests in Frankenmonsters as them losing the ability to control their body parts. As such, most of Frankie’s body is missing. At this stage they have no control and seek to spread the infection until they fall apart.”

“However, the one uninfected part of Frankie, their hand, managed to be removed before it could be infected too, and is now the only part of Frankie controlled by them. Luckily Ghoulia was able to teach them mourse code. They usually just hang around Clawdeen whenever she’s at Monster High as Frankie isn’t allowed to leave.”

“Clawdeen Wolf.

Status: Uninfected

Clawdeen is in charge of the usual patrols outside Monster High, which has been converted into a shelter for survivors. Clawdeen looks around for other survivors in hopes of finding her family, and later Draculaura when she goes missing too.” End ID.]

[Image ID 3: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one on the left side is sitting down, while the one on the right does a cutesy post, putting their pointer finger from their left hand to their cheek and slightly raising one leg. The left one is a pale turquoise, with a fish tail wrapped around their legs. They wear a black hoodie with pink stripes, a turquoise middle section, and a turquoise fin at the top. They have short fizzy multi-colored hair, said colors being blonde, green, turquoise, and pink. They wear blue shorts revealing their left leg is bandaged, and their hazel eyes paint a somewhat frustrated expression. The right figure has a black and pink gothic lolita dress, a cutesy black hat with a purple bow, white gloves, a black umbrella in their right hand, pink boots, and a face entirely covered in shadows. There is text at the sides of both of them, the sections from left to right reading:

“Lagoona Blue.

Status: uninfected (but injured)

Lagoona broke her leg trying to run from an infected while on a trip with Clawdeen. Luckily Clawdeen managed to get her back to Monster High uninfected, and Lagoona usually stays there now. She’s worried about Ghoulia and Clawdeen’s mental state.”

“Draculaura

Status: Unknown (missing)

It has been 2 weeks since the Power Wasting Curse started spreading, and a week ago Draculaura went missing while on one of Clawdeen’s trips. They were forced to abandon her to get Lagoona back to safety, to Clawdeen’s distress. Since infected vampires eventually turn to dust and no one’s found any trace of her most monsters other than Clawdeen think she’s dead.” End ID.]

[Image ID 4: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one on the left side is sitting on the floor, their left hand chained to something offscreen. The one on the right side lies on the floor frantically writing something on a piece of paper with a worried facial expression. The one on the left is covered in bandages, the left of their face the only part visible, showing a dark and solemn eye. They wear a teal face mask and a pale teal hospital gown, and also have dark ashy skin and black shoulder-length hair. The one to the right has grey skin, with some rot on the right side, and short blue hair. They have white glasses, a grey striped shirt, a short red sleeve and a short black sleeve, a prosthetic arm, red and black pants, and blue sneakers. Their left arm is bandaged. There are two sections of text for each individual, reading from left to right:

“Cleo De Nile

Status: infected

Cleo got infected by an attack in the back by an infected Deuce. It can’t be removed, but Ghoulia’s managed to keep her in her lab and prevent her from losing control of her rotting body. Cleo’s been going through it and Ghoulia’s the only one who knows she’s still ‘alive’.”

“Ghoulia Yelps

Status: uninfected

Ghoulia is almost always in her lab, frantically trying to find a cure. She cannot lose Cleo, no matter what. She never really talks to anyone anymore unless they start the conversation. She doesn’t know what she would do if she lost Cleo after everything else.” End ID.]

[Image ID 5: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one of the left walks to the other side, looking worried and carrying a flaming stick. The one to the right leans to the left facing the camera. The one on the left has orange fire hair, pale yellow skin, orange fire horns + tail, and a very scared expression. They wear one pink heart earring, a pink tank top, a black jacket, black and red fingerless gloves, black pants, and red boots. The one to the right has pale green skin, dangling lifeless green snakes for hair, rocks in their eye sockets, fangs, green scales on the left side of their face + their shoulders, and rotting arms. There is blood all over them. They wear a torn black tank top with a white eye design, black pants with knee holes, and no shoes. There are two sections of text for each individual, reading from left to right:

“Heath Burns

Status: uninfected

Abby and Heath were going to visit Marisol when the infection hit, and ended up lost somewhere in Monster Picchu due to the train crashing. Heath is very scared and hungry, if it wasn’t for being with Abby he probably wouldn’t have survived.”

“Deuce Gorgon

Status: Infected

While not patient zero, Deuce was one of the first people to get infected. Patient zero had gone missing in the catacombs and Deuce had gone to look for them. The infection messed up Deuce’s natural protection against his eyes, though luckily all that did was turn his eyes to stone, blinding him. Other infected gorgons have been killed by the infection, but somehow, Deuce is still alive, though he’s certainly not in there anymore.” End ID.]

[Image ID 6: Two individuals in front of a grey background. The one to the left stands still looking at the camera with a face of rage. The one to the right run to the right carrying a large bloodied ice shard in their left hand, and a phone held up to their face in the right one, a suppressed look of worried on their face. The one on the left has cat ears with holes, short orange hair with black stripes, glassey green eyes, a foaming fanged mouth, pale orange skin covered in orange stripes, and a black striped tail. They wear an orange spiked collar, a black jacked with orange striped sleeves, dark pink pants, an orange belt, black striped bracelets, one pink and one green fingerless gloves, and black boots. The one on the right is fat, has short white hair with blue and purple accents, blue sclera and brown purple eyes, freckles, and darker blue hands. They wear a pink hat, a purple shall, a blue jacket, white fluffy sleeves, pink pants, and dark blue sneakers. Both figures have blood on them. There are two sections of text for each individual, reading from left to right:

“Toralei Stripe

Status: infected

Toralei is one of the more dangerous infected. She is filled with rage and has attacked several people. Most scientists looking for a cure claim her to be a lost cause. Any day now, the curse will eventually kill her. Do not approach.”

“Abby Bominable

Status: uninfected

Abby’s been trying to contact Marisol, as she keeps coming in and out. She’s keeping up her usual tough vibe, but is secretly very worried about Heath and Marisol. Luckily they’re in the forest outside Marisol’s home, but it’s very large and neither of them are used to this environment.” End ID.]

Here it is. The Monster High infection AU, or I guess, curse AU, so I didn’t have to worry about the fact that logically 60% of the cast would not be able to get sick. At all. If you have any questions I’d be happy to share!

[atlasthegreatest]

- Atlas Masterlist - [Requests are open]

▪️Male reader

▫️Female reader

🔲 Gender neutral

🔳 Male/ Female Oc

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra:

Asami Sato:

🔳 - War of Hearts- I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, XI, X , XI

Avatar Korra

Lin Beifong

Iron II

Suyin Beifong

Mako

Bolin

Opal

Senna

Kya

Kuvira

Percy Jackson:

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Vasquez

Hazel Levesque

Nico DiAngelo

Sally Jackson

Silena Beauregard

Drew Tanaka

Harry Potter :

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Narcissa Black

Lily Evans

Bellatrix Black

Narcissa Black

Ginny Weasley

Fleur Delacour

Penny Haywood :

- Baby Problems

James Potter

Cassandra Vole:

▪️- Unexpected Surprises

▪️- Tme Wrap: Bizarrely Adventures!

Sirius Black

Scream:

Sidney Prescott :

- ▪️ Flight or Figth

Tara Carpenter

Gale Weathers

Sam Carpenter

Fairy Tail:

Erza Scarlet

Natsu Dragneel

Grey Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia :

🔲 - Friends…? Friends.

Mirajane Strauss

Laxus Dreyar

Juvia Lockser

Irene Belserion

Attack On Titan:

Mikasa Ackerman:

-▫️ Fake It ‘Till You Break It - I

Eren Yeager

Historia Reiss

Annie Leonheart

Pieck Finger

Jean Kriestean

Sasha Broast

Hange Zoe

Marvel Universe:

Natasha Romanoff

Laura Kinney

Jean Grey

Emma Frost

Wanda Maximoff

Maria Hill

Cindy Moon:

▪️ The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

Gwen Stacy

Felicia Hardy

DC Universe:

Cassandra Cain:

▪️The Bat, The Spider, and The Mutant

▪️The Super’s Bats

🔲- Silent Glances and Secret Smiles

🔲- Shadows of the Past — Birds of a Feather pt.2

Helena Bertinelli

Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson

Poison Ivy

Kara Zor-El

Wonder Woman

Cassandra Sandsmark

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals:

Caroline Forbes

Katherine Pierce

Rebekah Mikaelson

Hayley Marshal

Bonnie Bennett

Hope Mikaelson

Davina Clare

Freya Mikaelson

The Witcher:

Cirilla of Cintra

Geralt of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Acotar:

Feyre Archeron

Nesta Archeron

Morrigan

Elain Archeron

Throne of Glass:

Aelin Galathynius :

- 🔳 In Each Others Arms

Rowan Whitethorne

Manon Blackbeack

Elide Lorchan

Others:

Navier Trovi :

- 🔳 Honor me of this dance

Penelope Eckart

Samantha Wilkins/ Atom Eve

Mark Grayson /Invincible

Fate: The Winx Saga

Choi Namra

Daphne Blake

Iori Utahime

Laura Croft

Haley Carter (Stadew Valley):

🔲- Daylight

[misslavenderlady]

Marko is MOST Excellent💚

Marko/Female!Reader

Summary: Now that all your relationships with the other Lost Boys have gone all the way, it's finally Marko's turn to get some love. He's not as confident as his friends, so it's up to you to show him how attractive he truly is~

This is in the universe of the fic "It's Just a Movie" by @theyreonlynoodlesmike, so you should definitely read that first (this takes place at the end of Chapter 14)! Please read that fic first and then my first gift fic ("He's Just an Actor") before reading this.

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, First Date, Movie References, Confidence Issues, Seduction, Flirting, Public Sex, Beach Sex, Teasing, Body Worship, Public Nudity, Handjob, Blowjob, Vaginal Sex, Riding, Nipple play, Creampie, Aftercare

“Feel like Chinese tonight?”

It was such a relief having Marko act like himself again. After the rather emotional heart-to-heart the two of you had the other day about your relationships with each of the Lost Boys, Marko seemed to be a lot more comfortable around you. Now that everything was cleared up, you were more than happy to accept his offer to take you on a date.

The two of you wanted a fun night out together, and every second with him made you incredibly happy. When he drove you to the boardwalk on his motorcycle, you held on a little tighter than usual, feeling perfectly safe with him. When the two of you walked side by side, you were excited to hold his gloved hand. When you found a decent table inside your favorite Chinese restaurant, he was polite enough to hold your chair open for you.

There was quite a change in the atmosphere around him. You found there wasn’t any uncertainty about what would happen or what problems you’d potentially face as a temporary visitor of this world. It was just you and Marko enjoying yourselves on a beautiful night in Santa Carla.

“So go back for a second,” the curly-haired vampire said in between bites of lo mein. “What’s the deal with her name?”

“Okay, so the joke is that her name is so bat-shit insane and stupid that people just say random words beginning with the letter ‘R’, and everyone automatically knows who you’re talking about,” you explained, heavily invested in your conversation. “Like, I could say ‘oh yeah, her husband and their daughter, Rutabaga’ and people will just lose their shit over it. The joke pretty much writes itself”

Marko shook his head in disbelief, chuckling in amusement at the stories you told. Seeing him so relaxed with you made your heart skip a beat. He really was dreamy.

“Damn, your time period has some weird-ass literature”

“Believe me, I could tell you plenty of stories about the stuff I’ve read”

While the two of you giggled over your dinner, you felt a tug towards Marko. You always thought he was incredibly handsome, and now getting to be this close with him in a rather romantic environment made him seem even more attractive. His smile lit up the room and his hazel eyes shined with joy. You didn’t think before leaning in closer to try and kiss him.

Key word: try. You did not succeed.

To your dismay, Marko pulled back from your advancement. Confused, you tried to read his expression and figure out what was wrong. He didn’t seem disgusted or angry with you, but rather, he was surprised. As if he had no idea you were going to do that, and it caught him off guard. It hurt that he moved away, but you were more concerned about how he was feeling.

Did you come on too strong?

Marko seemed to move on quickly, laughing playfully, before shoveling another forkful of food into his mouth. Ultimately, you decided not to think too much about it, and moved on to a new conversation subject.

Once your dinner was finished, you proposed the idea of going for a walk down the beach. Not only was he interested in doing that, but he also recommended a special spot that you would probably find familiar. When you hopped onto the back of his bike to head that way, you wondered what he possibly meant by that.

After a few minutes of speeding down the Santa Carla roads, you managed to figure out what he was talking about; the place on the beach he had in mind just so happened to be where the surf nazis would get slaughtered a few months from now.

The lone tree that stretched over the sandy area was a lot more massive than you realized. You could see now how five vampires could easily hide away in the branches undetected. While Marko found a spot to put his motorcycle, you remained mesmerized by the tree, knowing that was where Michael would watch the Lost Boys partake in their gruesome hunt.

You hadn’t realized how long you were staring at it before Marko gave you a gentle nudge to snap you out of your daze.

“It’s okay. Nothing like that is gonna happen tonight,” he assured you, referring to the very incident you were thinking about. You shook your head to clear out those thoughts and put your focus back on your date. Marko held out his hand for you to take, and you were more than happy to accept it. Being with him put your mind at ease.

There was no bonfire this time around, meaning all you two had for light as you walked was the moon and stars above you. The lack of proper sight heightened your sense of hearing as the sound of the nearby ocean waves crashing filled your ears. You held on tight to Marko’s hand as you walked through the sand, putting all your trust in him to show you the way and keep you safe.

It was all so strangely…peaceful. You knew Marko was dangerous. After seeing the movie several times, the point should have gotten to you loud and clear. You had watched him snap someone’s neck like a twig and happily drink the blood that he and the others harvested. He was a killer, and that would never change, even with you there as a positive influence.

And yet, you felt nothing less than protected by him.

You slipped away from his grasp in order to wrap your hands around his arm, gently squeezing him through the fabric of his patchwork jacket. Even through the material, you could feel his muscles underneath.

To your dismay, Marko pulled back from your advances yet again. He jolted from your touch as if you had shocked him. A nervous giggle came from him as he slipped his arm away. This really wasn’t like him. Ever since you had met them, the Lost Boys were incredibly touchy-feely with you, always having an arm around you or a hand squeezing some part of you. This boy had let you play with his hair while he had his head in your lap, and now he was getting shy from the smallest of gestures.

“I’m sorry, Marko,” you apologized, your stomach twisting from the nerves you felt. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. If I’m moving too fast, you can let me know...”

The look on Marko’s face immediately shifted from bashfulness to worry as he realized how he messed up the moment with you.

“No no! Don’t be sorry! It’s…um…my fault…” he said, clearly feeling sheepish. “Look, I gotta be honest with you…ever since you started…messing around with the others, I guess I’ve just…been feeling a little insecure..”

That was certainly not what you were expecting to hear. Marko was still a bit of a mystery to you, but he never really came off as someone with insecurities. Then again, if one was good enough at hiding them, then nobody would truly suspect anything was wrong. You raised an eyebrow and moved closer, trying to be careful with his feelings now.

“Insecure? Marko, sweetie, what’s making you feel that way?”

The vampire scratched the back of his head and lightly kicked a foot through the sand below. Whether he was struggling to find the right words to say or he was feeling too embarrassed to say them at all, you weren’t entirely certain. If you were going to include Marko in this polycule you had going on with the others, then you wanted him to feel comfortable in sharing his thoughts with you.

“I was worried about disappointing you…y’know cause…I get that I’m not as desirable as the others”

Hold up. Hold the FUCK up. You were certain you did not hear this man correctly.

“I beg your pardon??” you questioned. To your shock, Marko looked at you like you were the one not making sense.

“Isn’t it obvious? I really don’t stand out with the boys. David’s the charismatic one of us and Paul and Dwayne get hit on practically every night,” he explained. “I don’t really get attention like they do because I’m not as good-looking. I hate to say it, but that Frog kid kinda said it best when he called me the ‘little one’. I just…don’t stick out…”

You were positively flabbergasted. Thoughts of confusion and disbelief were running so fast through your mind that you were sure smoke would start coming out of your ears. Marko, of all people, was insecure about his attractiveness??

“Marko. Baby, Sweetheart, Darling. I know you don’t have a reflection and you can’t see what I see, but there’s no damn way people could POSSIBLY think you’re less good-looking than the others!”

Your determination to put some sense into his head was only confusing him more. It was like this was the first time someone had truly told him things like this. You knew his friends at the very least complimented him. After all, David himself said that he knew the other Lost Boys were very handsome. But if this was the first time someone outside the friend group told him this, then you were going to have to put in some serious work to make up for the lack of attention he received.

“I mean…I dunno…look, I get that you said that in your world our actors are all considered handsome…but here…I just don’t get that much attention…”

Oh, you were definitely going to do something about this.

Before Marko could continue on his tangent, you firmly grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him over to the tree. He stumbled over the dirt and sand as he tried to keep up with you, caught off guard by your sudden movement.

“Whoa! What’re you do-”

You were quick to stop any more confusion and doubt by pinning him with his back against the massive tree before pressing your lips to his own. Each one of your boys was unique in the way they kissed, and now you could say you got to experience that first hand. Marko was certainly caught off guard, but soon was melting into you as he kissed you back. His legs buckled and his arms wrapped around your body to hold your torso.

It reminded you to tell him later about the meaning of the word “touch-starved”.

When you broke away, he looked as if he were in a daze, completely spellbound and bewildered by how passionate you were with him. The way he looked under the moonlight was making your heart pound faster and faster.

“Marko,” you said. “Do you know what people have said about your actor where I come from?”

He shook his head. A sly smile spread across your face as it dawned on you that you could tell him plenty of things to boost his confidence. With a new, seductive tone in your voice, you pushed yourself up to his chest in order to get as close as you could.

“They say he’s incredibly handsome. Several people, regardless of gender and sexuality, like him. Your actor’s been compared to a Greek statue so many times, I couldn’t even begin to count,” you whispered, your fingers moving to caress his cheek. His usually cool skin was much warmer now, no doubt from how he was blushing from your attention. You replaced your hand with your lips, softly kissing the spot.

“That means you are seen that way too. You have gorgeous, blond curls, dreamy eyes, and a fantastic bone structure”

Being a bit playful, you replaced your kiss with a teasing, kitten lick against his cheek. The moan that came out of his mouth when you did so was too adorable. It only made you want to give him more.

“And don’t even get me started on this incredible body of yours~”

You traced your fingers over his collarbone and down the crease of his chest. The white tank top he had under his jacket certainly didn’t hide any of his features, and you were more than happy to enjoy them all. Marko’s breath was shaky as you caressed his chest and abs before stopping just above the buttons on his leather chaps.

“Goddamn, are all the girls from your world this bold?” he chuckled, still a little breathless from the way you were touching him. You were enjoying seeing him flustered a little too much.

“You’d be surprised,” you said in between kisses against his cheek and jaw. That smile on his face just made you want to give him more and more attention. “Of course, I can really show you how bold I can be if you want~”

Your fingers were toying at the buttons more, teasing him with what you could really do to him. He eagerly nodded, clearly wanting to see what you could do.

“Y-Yeah, I’d really like that…~”

Not a second was wasted on your end as you rapidly undid the buttons and zipped his jeans open. You brought Marko back for another kiss while slipping your hand into his pants. The grin on your face only got bigger when you found what you were looking for.

“Fuck, you are definitely not the ‘little one’, Marko,” you purred in between smooches.

“Oh my god, shut up,” he snickered. It felt good seeing him enjoying your attention.

“If you insist~”

Before he could even think to ask what you meant by that, you were getting down on your knees, and trailing your kisses down his toned body while helping pull his hard cock out. Thanks to your date with David you weren’t as shy about doing this in a public place, especially if this part of the beach was completely quiet.

Once his erection was out and free from the leather and denim, you started stroking the length, mouth practically watering at the sight. Marko let his head fall back against the tree, relaxing from the pace of your hand. His cock was practically twitching in your grasp, and it only made you want to please him even more.

You did just that, sticking out your tongue to slowly lick the tip as you continued to jerk his cock. Marko gripped the wood behind him tightly with one hand and placed the other on top of your head, no doubt anxious to coax you into doing more.

“Holy shit, you feel good~” he sighed, enjoying himself while you began sucking the tip. You had no idea when the last time was that someone did this for him, but this was the perfect night to make up for the lost time.

You opened your mouth nice and wide, pushing yourself down over each inch of his dick. If you were going to treat Marko right, you were going to make certain he’d feel as much of you as possible. Your hands massaged his legs as you deep-throated him, your mouth perfectly wet and warm for him to enjoy. He was shivering so much from the stimulation.

“F-FUCK!! Oohh God, th-that’s amazing..!” he whined, his fingers now gripping your hair tightly. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Just by being your perfect self, Marko, you thought to yourself. As much as you wanted to say that out loud, your mouth was stuffed to the brim as you sucked him off. It was rather lewd to think, but you wondered if this would be on his mind when he and the others took Michael hunting later on in the summertime. Hell, if he told the others then perhaps they would think about it too. It was kind of a rush.

While you bobbed your head up and down, you helped tug his pants down further to allow him more comfort. If you had claws and super-powered strength like the others you would have loved to rip his clothes off. Be sexy and wild to match their energy.

Instead, you simply moved your hands to touch his body more. One hand caressed his exposed, smooth thigh while the other gently massaged his balls for some added pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying your motions because his hips were moving at a steady pace, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth.

Looking up at him gave you the perfect sight to enjoy as you took care of him. Marko truly was a gorgeous man. You always thought that when you watched the movie but seeing him in a state of ecstasy made him even more desirable in your eyes. All you wanted to do was let him know just what you thought of him.

“Oooh Marko, look at you,” you sighed after releasing him from your mouth. He whimpered at first from the loss, but soon got back in the motion when you started jerking his cock again. He seemed extra flustered from the way you were looking up at him. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. The things I’d do to you. Or the things I’d let you do to me”

That really put a dopey smile on his face. He seemed so happy with the attention you gave him. Poor thing had probably gone too long without some tender loving care. That was going to change from now on.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you’re doing to me, girl,” he said with a breathy laugh. “I’m so goddamn lucky getting a babe like you”

“Tell me, Marko, am I….a bodacious babe?”

In between his pleasured moans, Marko let out a fit of giggles. Clearly, he hadn’t forgotten all the dated (or rather, modern in this world) slang from the Bill & Ted movies you mentioned. He shook his head and brought his hand up to his lips to chew on his thumb nail like you’d seen him do many times.

“Oh is that the kinda dirty talk you want? Just full-on Californian stoner slang?”

“I’ll get naked for you if you do~”

Marko’s eyes widened and his eyebrows raised in shock. He hadn’t expected you to actually go for that idea. You made your point even more when you held his cock tighter in your grasp, picking up the pace of your motions. If you were going to keep playing with him like this, he’d be more than happy to play into your desires.

“You are…a most bodacious babe. A historical babe, even,” Marko said. He mimicked Bill’s voice well but considering they were played by the same actor, that didn’t come off as too much of a surprise. Still, it put a smile on your face, and seeing you happy made the vampire happy too.

“C’mere, handsome~”

You released his cock from your hold in order to grab the bottom of his shirt and pull him downward. He eagerly brought his lips to yours again, kissing you with a newfound fire while the two of you hurriedly shrugged off all your pieces of clothing. You’d worry about brushing off the dirt from the ground later. You two just needed each other at that moment~

“You wanna know something?” you asked, nearly out of breath from the number of kisses you traded. “In the movie, Bill and Ted both end up with princesses from another period in time. Clearly talking like that gets you somewhere with ladies~”

Marko’s lips curled up into a smile as he moved his head down to nibble on your neck. He was sitting in the grass around the tree with his back still up against the bark. His hands caressed your naked body as he hoisted you onto his lap. Even if he was the shortest vampire in the gang, he was just as strong as the others.

“Does that make you my princess?” he purred in your ear. His hands had slipped upward from your hips to your sides and over your breasts. A shaky sigh escaped your lips as he massaged the flesh, toying with your nipples to get even more noise out of you.

“Ooooh M-Marko~” you whined. “I’d love to be your princess”

You could feel his erection sliding against your exposed cunt. After being so focused on his own pleasure you hadn’t realized until then that you were absolutely soaked for him. It was hard not to be so turned on with how touched every part of your body. After learning about the insecure feelings he had prior to this date, you were going to really show him how he made you feel.

“Mmm, I want you inside me. You need to know how much I want you, Marko~”

You lifted your hips upward and brought them right back down once you had his cock positioned properly. Oh, how he stretched you out so nicely. As the two of you moaned out loud in pleasure, you thought about how you’d never get tired of your vampire lovers and their impressive sizes.

As your pussy clenched and adjusted to Marko’s cock you found yourself grabbing at his long curls again, gripping tightly out of fear of being apart from him for even a second. The vampire seemed to have the same feeling because he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to his chest, groaning in your ear from how much warmth he felt. 

“Fuck…your pussy is....most excellent, princess~”

You snorted at that, the laughter quickly following as you tried to comprehend what he just said while currently inside you. Out of all the things your boys had said while fucking you, that certainly put a smile on your face the quickest. 

“Oh my God, you’re such a dork,” you teased him, still feeling giggly while you began to move your hips. You could feel his cock twitching inside your cunt, loving how amazing it felt while you were completely filled up. 

“Awww c’mon, pretty princess, I thought babes like you loved a guy with a sense of humor,” Marko joked, rubbing your back while enjoying your body. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world, a lot more confident thanks to a beauty like you boosting his ego.

Despite how you two goofed around with one another, you were still feeling the haziness of lust seep into your mind. Marko’s body was absolutely perfect and it was all yours to enjoy. You slowly dragged your fingers over his bare chest again, savoring every line of his muscles. The giggles you had were being taken over by moans and sighs, your voice reacting to the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot deep inside. 

He must have felt the same way as you because he held you tighter, guiding your willing body to move together with his own.

The look in his eyes was nothing short of desire. He viewed you like you were the most beautiful person of all time, and that he wanted to spend all night showing you how much he wanted you. You smiled gently back at him, giving him a small kiss before speaking again.

“Just be yourself and I’ll love this even more, Marko~” you whispered.

Your motions were gradually building into a faster pace, his cock moving perfectly inside your aching pussy. Words were getting increasingly difficult to form, as any time you tried to speak, all that came out were noises of pure pleasure. Marko didn’t seem to mind this. The message was heard loud and clear.

“Oooh princess…my beautiful, sweet princess~” he sighed. “Fuck, I…I really owe you one…m-making me feel better about myself…taking c-care of me…you’re a real dream, y’know that..?”

God, for a bunch of blood-thirsty monsters, these boys sure knew how to make you swoon with their words. Maybe it was the trust you had built after being in this world with them that made you feel so good. They all really did like you, and had their own unique ways of showing it. You couldn’t believe that Marko had been so worried about this before. 

Every second you made love with him was filling your heart with joy.

“Marko, I…mmmh…fuck, I really really like you, sweetie~” you finally said with a smile, nuzzling against him while he held you. “I-I can’t thank you…enough for…e-everything. Don’t be scared anymore about me leaving, okay? I’m not…aah…going anywhere”

You surprised yourself with how open and raw you were being with your emotions right now. Deep down, Marko was still worried about you disappearing from this world without any warning, but that didn’t matter right now. He’d accept all the good things now. The kisses, the dates, and definitely the sex. All he wanted was to enjoy you.

“Good. Because I gotta help you cum around my cock, babe~” he said, his soft smile shifting into a devilish smirk. He grabbed at your hips, digging his fingers in as he fucked you faster on his lap.

With your fingers gripping his hair even tighter now, you could properly hang on as he claimed you for his own. Your voice sang such beautiful noises of pleasure, echoing into the empty night and unheard by anyone but Marko. Your hot, wet cunt throbbed around his thick cock, the sounds of hard slaps coming from your bodies working together. It was like you were on a high from this kind of pleasure.

That all-too-familiar sensation of ecstasy was starting to consume you. It was rising over you like a wave in the ocean, ready to crash down and drown you at any second. All you could do was hold on for dear life and embrace what was to come.

“Marko! Oooh fuck me, Marko! I wanna cum! I need to cum! P-Please~!”

“Let yourself have it, princess~” he growled, maintaining his thorough pace as he matched your closeness. He was aching to fill you up. “It’ll be… most outstanding~”

You would have been giggling at that if your mouth wasn’t currently forming such pathetic, lustful moans as you finally got the release you needed so badly. Hit after hit after hit of pleasure took over your body, numbing you to everything else around you. You shivered in Marko’s arms, letting it all happen while he came too. His low moans were music to your ears. His cum filled you nice and deep, warming you up from the inside. 

It was all so perfect, and it was just for you to enjoy together.

“Oooh God, Marko~” you sighed when it was all over. Your body gave out, slumping against the vampire’s frame as tiredness took over. He laughed in delight at your behavior, but still held you close to him while still leaning against the tree. 

“Atta girl. Just relax, baby. You earned it.”

That you could definitely do. Marko was kind enough to pull himself out of you and adjust your position so that you could lay down with your head against his chest. It was quite relaxing, just being naked in his arms, with nothing but the moon and ocean for your atmosphere. You smiled to yourself as he rubbed your back and pressed kisses to your forehead. 

There was just one thing you wanted to make this date end perfectly. 

You moved your head upward to meet Marko’s gaze. He seemed confused by the eager grin on your face. 

“Hey, Marko?”

“Yeah…?” he asked, not sure where you were going with this.

“Can we do the line again?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes in amusement, immediately knowing what you were talking about. It was the famous line you had made him quote back when you told the boys stories of their actors. 

“Seriously?”

“Yes, please!” 

The blond chuckled to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. Still, if it made you happy he would do it. He held one hand over his chest and raised the other one away from his body before saying the thing you wanted most.

“Be excellent to each other”

Your grin was wider than ever. Seeing Marko recreate that iconic line from Bill & Ted truly made you happier than ever. Everything you loved and held dear was coming true in this world, and you wanted to savor it as much as possible. You moved up from his chest in order to properly mirror his pose.

“Party on, dudes!”

The two of you burst into a fit of giggles afterward, unable to contain your joy around one another. Marko pulled you back in for another kiss in between your moments of laughter. It made you grateful for how this date went tonight.

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[liviavanrouge]

Twst Next Gen

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

The sound of laughter filled the air, students and parents saying their farewells or chatting with one another. "You girls got everything you need on you in your pouches?"Livia asks smiling at the two second year girls. Ramona nodded, a pouch necklace around her neck, filled with a few items. "Got everything, Mama!"Clover beamed flicking her tail around behind her. Jack nodded, and flicked his ears as his tail wagged behind him. "Don't worry Dad, everything will be fine"Ramona reassures. "Hey guys!" Vil waved, walking past with his husband and four kids. "Hey!"Livia beamed. Vil turned to his eldest daughter, smiling as he fixed her clothes. "Got everything? Allergy medicine, your jumper, stuffed animal?"Vil asks looking at his third year child. "Yes Father, I grabbed them"Anne smiled as Vil fixed the bag on her shoulder. "Did you grab your inhaler, Hunter?"Golden asks looking at the muttering second year boy. "Yep"Hunter mutters working on a gadget. "I'm not even surprised that he entered Ignihyde last year"Vil sighed chuckling.

"Daisy, you be good alright.."Vil adds Golden hoisting Miana up onto his shoulders behind them. "Yes Papa, I will"Daisy nodded. Hunter beamed, his robotic butterfly fluttering away. A reddish brown haired girl with lion ears batted her hands playfully at it beaming. "MITSURI!"Leona calls. "Oh, sorry dad!"Mitsuri giggled hurrying over. "Remember Liana, take care of your younger sister, siblings must depend on each other.."Leona reminds looking at the yawning third year girl. "Yes Father, I got it.."Liana says flicking her tail lazily behind her. "MINTY!!!"Mitsuri beamed tackling Rook's third year son down. "Mitsu! HEY!"Minty grinned lifting her up, looking amused. "How beaute! Our children get along wonderfully, Leona!"Rook smiled. "Because unlike you your son isn't a maniac stalker"Leona huffed as Liana nodded in greeting to Rook's boy. "THOSE TWO on the other hand!"Leona growled pointing to Rooks second and first year sons. Dutch and Hake waved, smiling cheekily at an irked Liana. "RACE YOU!!" Two kids laughed, running past, grins on their faces.

"Jackie! Rina! Come here girls!"Trey calls beckoning to his racing children. The two girls walked over, grins on their faces. "Rina, did you get your stuffed cake plush?"Briar asks brushing some hair back behind her ear. "Yes mother"Rina nods. "Dante, watch your sisters alright"Trey smiled patting the head of a boy near identical to him if it weren't for his yellow eyes. "Got it"Dante nods fixing his glasses. "You too Raven"Briar adds. "I will"Raven chuckles. Ace and Deuce laughed with one another, Allison making sure Hazel and Maddie had their things. "I got everything Mrs Spade"Maddie assures. "I watched her Mom, she grabbed everything she needed"Hazel signed to her mother, Maddie throwing her a warning glare. "I know sign language!"Maddie yells. "HEYY!" Floyd walked over, his daughters behind him. "Yanama, Coral"Hazel signs in greeting, hugging the two girls. "Hey~~"Coral giggled. "Nice to see you"Yanama smiled. Honey tackled Coral down, the two wrestling. "My, My, my daughter is like her uncle"Jade chuckled.

Epel leaped out of the way, his kids laughing at his startled expression. "Shut your pie holes!"Epel commands giving his two kids warning glares. "Sorry Dad!"Betty giggled her mother fixing her pigtails. "I'm not!"Dusk smirked looking smug. "And I raised you, this is how you repay me"Epel sighed shaking his head. Dusk barked out a laugh, then hugged his father. "Sorry old man"Dusk chuckled. "WATCH THE OLD MAN COMMENT!"Epel scolds. Sean walked with Tornado, fixing his deaf sons hair. "Be careful alright?"Sean signed to the boy. "I will"Tornado nodded. Jamil walked after his son, Scorch heading over to the Al-Asim's. "Jamil!"Kalim smiled Virva fixing their kids clothes. "Harry, Sky, Aladdin, be respectful and listen to the adults and dorm heads"Virva reminds. "Yes Mommy, we got it!"Sky nods. Shadow walked over with Thunder and Grey, smiling as his sons ran off with Jamil and Kalim's kids. "How's being a dad?"Jamil asks. "Stressful"Shadow huffed.

Idia hugged his twin daughters tight, Bella and Star chuckling quietly knowing he didn't want them to go even though it was already their third year. "Got your tablets, is my emergency contact number at the top?"Idia demands. "We got it Father"Bella giggled shaking her head. "Hey guys!" Zaiyu walked over with Flame. "Hey Flame!"Star beamed. Citro came over with his twins, Ophelia and Ash waving. "Hey Ash, how are you?"Bella signed to the mute and deaf boy. "Doing good, my fever has gone away"Ash signed back. Ruggie patted his girls on the head, before going through their bags. "Poppy, you forgot your allergy medicine, you're lucky I grabbed it"Ruggie scolds. "Dad, I don't even think they serve blueberries much around school"Poppy complained. "Better to be prepared"Holly quotes. "Like I always say"Ruggie smiled nodding to his eldest in approval. "Whatever"Poppy grumbled.

Riddle fixed his daughters bow, making sure it was tight but not too tight. "There, have you gotten your books and pens"Riddle says. "Yep, got all my books"Mary says. "Riddle!" Che'Nya landed holding his blind sons hand. "Chi-Chi, Che'Nya"Mary greets. Chi-Chi ran his fingers over Riddle's face, the man smiling. "Hi Uncle Riddle"Chi-Chi greets before running his fingers across a smiling Mary's face. "Mary"Chi-Chi smiled. Bandit chatted with Denzel, twitching his ears. "Dad, Tako pulled by braid!"Penny complained. "Bandit.."Denzel frowned. "My son didn't mean it.."Bandit frowned giving Tako a look. "There was a leaf in her hair!"Tako protests holding a leaf in his hand. "Still, that hurt!"Penny snorted. "YOU'RE SO SPOILED!"Tako frowned. Evonie led her husband forward, a bandanna around Azul's eyes. "Lily, do you have your octopus plush?"Azul asks. "D-DAD!! REALLY??! IN PUBLIC!"Lily cried embarrassed. Evonie giggled, flustering their daughter. "Y-Yes...I have It though.."Lily mutters.

Silver smiled slightly, hugging his daughters. "Be careful, stay vigilant and protect one another, no matter what"Silver says Jinlong fixing their elder twins hair. "Yes Father"Hina nodded. "We'll stick together!"Cedar beamed bumping her twins hip with hers. Hina sighed, her stoic look wavering for a moment as a smile tried to break though. "SETH! GET OVER HERE!!" Juniper tackled his younger brother down, the two wrestling. "BOYS!!"Cerulan gasped. Sebek grabbed his sons by the jacket collars, giving them a scolding glare. "Ruh-ro.."Juniper smiled knowing they were in trouble. "Oh my"Neige laughed watching Sebek scold his sons.  "Dad, I see Vil and Anne!"Apple beamed. "ANNE!"Apple waved. Anne beamed and ran over, throwing her arms around Neige's daughter, the two falling to the ground laughing. "Hey Neige"Vil greets. Jazzy walked past behind them with Dexter, Cole, Ellie and Hansel heading over to Merryweather. Rollo quietly chatted with Crewel, smiles on their faces.

"I remember the look on Ramona and Clover's faces when they were assigned their dorms, Clover whined about wanting to be with her twin"Rollo grinned. "Your goddaughters are quite the handful"Crewel chuckled. Rosaline silently read her book, Elliot laughing as he chatted with Sam, Alex and Lavender. "This years first years are gonna be trouble!"Lavender giggled. "I was with Vil and his family when Daisy's mirror package came and revealed that her soul matched Savannaclaw! Vil was so shocked, horrified yet proud!"Elliot laughed. "Imagine a Schoenheit in Savannaclaw, but Hunter is in Ignihyde so I ain't even surprised"Alex smiled. "Agreed, this years devils are quite interesting!"Sam chuckled. Faunick smiled as he watched the students and their parents, Flick watching beside him. "Too bad you don't have a wife"Flick says. Faunick looked sharply at him and grabbed his brothers hair. "YOU WANNA THROW DOWN JERK!!!"Faunick demands as Flick yells in surprise.

"Some of the students look strong down there already"Vargas comments Crewel looking unamused. "Well, I hope you can whip the weaker ones into shape Professor, or else your reputation is gonna be on the line"Rollo mocked. Crewel chuckled, liking Rollo. The gong went off, silence filling the courtyard as all eyes lifted to the balcony. "Welcome students to a new year at Diamond Nightsword Academy"Headmistress Gonnal calls beaming down at everyone. "Tomorrow and today will be an exploring day, the day you all can get used to the building and classrooms!"Headmaster Crowley announces. "Parents, you all are welcomed to stay for the rest of today before you say your farewells to your children!"Headmaster Ambrose chuckled. "After school art class has been added per request of a few of the dorm leaders!"Headmistress Gonnal adds. "Everyone enjoy this new school year!"

[little-lion-man-self-ships]

1 & 4 for the ask game

Hey Akira! Thank you for the ask!

1. Newest F/O? Oldest F/O? Any similarities between them? What's the biggest difference/s between them?

My newest F/O (or at least one of them) is Akuma from Street Fighter! And my oldest one is Thel Vadam from Halo! They’re both old men and pretty stoic for the most part. The BIGGEST is that Thel is more of a hero while Akuma is typically more of a Villain

4. Something you associate with your F/O-- a color, a item, etc; answer for multiple if you want

Hehe since it’s been a while since I’ve done an ask game let me answer this for ALL my F/Os 😈

Damon- The color Orange

Gumshoe- The color Green

Diego- Coffee

Marceline- Metal music

Marshall Lee- Same thing as Marcy

Scar- The color Black

Wolf- The color Neon Green

Gummigoo- Gummies (obviously)

Pieck- Carts

Doppo- Tigers

Retsu- Martial Arts

Halsin- Bears

Bojack- Depression (This isn't a joke. The first time I ever felt seen as a person with depression was from watching Bojack Horseman)

Tiffany- Black Widows

Crash Bandicoot- Looney Tunes

Dingodile- Cool animal hybrids

Grog- Barbarians

Atrocitus- The color Crimson Red

Bane- Luchdors

Killer Croc- Crocodiles

Gundham- Hamsters

All three of my Skeksis F/Os make me think of Vultures

Oni- Onis

Trapper- The freaking DBD Dating Sim 😆

Senshi- Cooking

Hagenezuka- Swordsmithing

Vergil- The Color Blue

Maui- Fish Hooks

Krem- Honestly don’t have anything for him yet 😅

Jiren- Don’t have anything for him either 😅

Cobra- Poison

Gajeel- Iron

Iskandar- Anything to do with Greek culture

Kirei- Priests

Gladio- Tattoos

Leonard- Fire

Foxy- Animatronics

Bradley- Homunculus

Broadway- Patrick Star from Spongebob

Brooklyn- Motorcycles

Goliath- Keith David

Kratos- Pantheons

Thor- Norse Myth

Ford- The Supernatural

Thel- Sci-Fi

Angel- Jumping Spiders

Hellboy- Demons

Alexander- Vampire hunters

Stolas- Owls

Dirk- Anime shades

Svarog- The color purple

Welt- Brown and White

Omni Man- That Mustache

Gojo- Blue and White

Geto- Gauges

Ganondorf- Green and Orange

Tauro- Archaeology

Bowser- Jack Black 😂

Luigi- The color Green

Magneto- Magnets

Miguel O’Hara- Vampires

Tali- Purple and Gold

Wrex- Red and Black

Tom- Baking

Shao- Dragons

Smoke- The color Gray

Enji- Fire

Shota- The color Black

Toshinori- Sunflowers

Jiraiya- Frogs

Brook- Skeletons

Oven- Heat

Crocodile- Sand

Jimbei- Whale Sharks

Kin’emon- Samurai

Baptiste- Greenish-Blue

Mauga- Maui 😂

Reinhardt- Lions

Mako- Pigs

Sigma- Space

Belos- The color Gold

Kabu- The color red

Feral Predator- Skulls

Fugitive Predator- Don’t really have anything for him 😅

Chris- Umbrellas

Blake- Cats

Hazel- Olive Green

Tyrian- Scorpions

Yang- The color Yellow

Rao- Don’t have anything for him

John- Traps

Double Trouble- Lizards

Hordak- Bats

Horde Prime- Green and White

Ketahn- Spiders

Bob Velseb- Michael Myers

Greg- Rose Quartz gems

Akuma- Demons

E. Honda- Sumo

Zangief- The color red

Draxum- Sheep

Bebop- Warthogs

Rocksteady- Rhinos

Meat Sweats- Gordon Ramsey

Splinter- Rats

Thomas- Chainsaws

Grune- Sabertooth Tigers

Kaynar- Jackals

Panthro- Panthers

Banjou- Don’t have anything for him

Renji- Don’t have anything for him

Tooru- The color Green

Barnaby and Eddie both remind me of Jim Henson Muppets

[night-market-if]

How would the RO’s react if when the MC come back after being killed, they come back as a vampire? I mean…it’s not not possible for the manifestation of the night market to be reborn in different forms right?

Honestly, none of them would bat an eye. You got to think about it, Gabriel is a fallen angel. Hazel is an incredibly powerful bog witch. Bella is a vampire that rules other vampires. Milo is that thing we won't say outloud. Malcolm was the Gatekeeper. MC was friends with Caliban who is a powerful god in his own right. I don't think anyone would bat an eye at MC being a vampire. Hazel would just have to change around some of her recipes.