#they could drink blood like vampires if they wanted to tho

[weskin-time]

RE characters and their S/O go to a Halloween Party!

i love them and they are stuck in my brain!!! gifs not mine

Characters listed!- Leon, Wesker, Jill, Carlos, Chris

CW- nsfw implications, alcohol

i hope yall cant tell ive never been to a halloween costume party lol

Leon Kennedy!

goes as a cowboy

yeehaw

hes got fake spurs and everything

he pulls it off, hes already got the gruff look so damn

would love it if you dressed up western with him but understands if you dont wanna

at the party he stands close to you with his arm around your waist

cant have anyone think youre here alone, or that hes here alone

he gets a bit tipsy

he steals the almond joys

remember the cowboy rules, theyre so important (for those who dont know if you take the hat off a cowboy and wear it, you have to save a horse and ride a cowboy wink wink)

if you want to leave the loud party early just take off his hat and wear it

he will get so flustered and red instantly

not a heartbeat later hes already dragging you out of the party, making hurried goodbyes and poor excuses of having something to do in the early morning

but people see the hat on your head and know

Albert Wesker!

no

hes not dressing up

,,, stop looking at him like that

...fine.

he 'wont make a fool of himself for the Umbrella Halloween party' he says

he honestly hasnt even gone to it before dating you so people are surpised to see him there

you put cat ears on his head before he can pick out a costume and he sends you a soft death glare

more than likely would wear a pin that says 'this is my costume' and hes just wearing everyday clothes, or would wear his lab coat and say hes going as a doctor. hes lame

if you bat your eyes and pout he will indulge you

goes as a vampire, fake cape, teeth, and all

would want to just show up at the party and make an irish goodbye in less than 5 minuets

stays for you tho

doesnt eat candy but you see him pocketing some mars bars

wesker with fangs is hot and he notices you staring at them when hes talking

smirks and tells you he 'doesnt bite'

its a lie, he does. and will bite your neck.

Jill Valentine!

gods im in love with her

she goes as a witch!!

cute witch hat and all

would accidentally loose you in a party for a little bit, shes just getting yall drinks so dont worry

she will do your makeup for your costume if you want (like that one meme of the two women)

she gets a little tipsy at the party, just enough to start giggling at any halloween pun you make

normally she just scoffs at them but shes having fun and enjoying herself with her beloved

shoves food in her bag, stealing some of the party food

help her please

the kit kats are hers

the more she drinks the more touchy she is with you, going from being sober and holding your hand to leaning up against you

someone asks if shes a witch wheres her broom she rides on and she just points to you much to your embarassment

tell her youll take her up on that and she will start to leave without saying goodbye to anyone

Carlos Oliveria!

hes a werewolf

theres no convincing him of anything else

he would go shirtless to show off his hairy chest and arms and would love how flustered you get at the idea

you shut him down really fast and make him wear a shirt because you would explode

wears a tattered, ripped up and slightly blooded tank top with a torn red flannel on top

its somehow more hot than him being shirtless

wears cute little clip on dog ears

my gods hes so hot hhhh

is also stealing party food

hes a snickers kinda guy but if theres fruit gummies they will be gone

i think he could hold his alcohol well so you would be more tipsy than him if you chose to drink

he makes the dumbest jokes, like really corny halloween jokes to anyone who will listen

"whats a skeletons favorite meal? spare ribs" he will be holding back a snicker with a face thats just >:3

hes such a dork

Chris Redfield!

hes wearing his sailor costume

im not saying this because his ass looks amazing in that outfit but

i feel like he does it as a joke at first but then flaunts it

compliment him and he will jokingly flex his biseps

please help him put on his fake tattoo (plus it gives you a chance to touch his muscles)

literally everyone is looking at him when he enters the party who wouldnt

i feel like he wouldnt drink that much, prob just have one or two shots or something

if you loose him at any point in the party please either check outside or the food table

he takes the twizzlers

100% has an arm around your shoulders or waist all night

will tease you because you keep looking at his legs

im sorry i love him so much he makes me so gay

he would love it if you walked up to him and just started to flirt with him

who cares if youre together, its so fun

"i seemed to misplaced my anchor,,, can i hook up with you tonight?" you ask him to which he almost spits out his drink, starts laughing, then sees in your eyes that youre not fully joking and he will instantly start making his goodbyes

---------------------------------------------

Hiya! this is my first time writing for all of these characters except for Wesker so im sorry if it seems ooc or just not fully correct!! im still new to resident evil and im trying to shove as much information as i can into my brain as fast as i can!!

reblogs help me grow more so if you like this please reblog and like! thank you and happy halloween!!!!

#resident evil #resident evil imagine #imagine #resident evil albert wesker #resident evil leon kennedy #resident evil jill valentine #resident evil carlos oliveria #albert wesker #wesker x reader #albert wesker x reader #wesker #resident evil x reader #albert wesker imagine #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine imagine #carlos oliveria x reader #carlos oliveria #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield imagine #leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #re4 #re1 #re5 #re2 #re3 #jill valentine #x reader

[harrywavycurly]

Even tho Eddie’s a vampire damn that boy already in love 😂 can’t wait for when we tell him we love him 🤧🥰 also is it dangerous in this serious for a human and a vampire when they do it like in twilight? Plus is Eddie a virgin? 😂👀 I would assume so

Hiii lovey!! So I’m gonna answer these questions with some conversations between Vampire!Eddie and Reader😂 but I agree Eddie is so in love already😂 I hope you enjoy these!💖

-Find all things Vampire!Eddie Here✨

“So…have you ever had a girlfriend or anything before?” “No.” “What? Why?” “What do you mean why?” “I mean you…you look like that…and you’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend or someone who wants to jump your bones all the time?” “Oh I’ve have encounters like…that before but just never anything serious enough for a label of girlfriend.” “Encounters?” “Yes.” “Elaborate on these encounters please.” “I…don’t think this is a good conversation to have in public sweetheart.” “It’s that raunchy? Are you into some kinky stuff? Not saying it’s a bad-” “You are insufferably nosey…I’ll just answer the questions you really want to ask but are too shy to actually do so…how about that?” “What questions?” “No I’m not a virgin..even when I was a regular human I had no issue in that department and yes you and I can have…relations without any fear of it being dangerous…unless you’re into that sort of thing then I can make-” “that’s enough…thank you for…answering my questions.” “Anytime my darling…now it’s noon that means you must be hungry for…lunch?” “Uh yeah…yeah I could eat.”

“Eddie? Why…are you looking at me like that?” “I’m just thinking that’s all.” “About what?” “I think the love I have for you is too great for just one lifetime that’s why I’m destined to live this life forever so I can find you and love you in all of yours.” “I just had to ask…” “don’t you agree? You said so yourself that you felt like you’d been waiting for me when I found you in the woods.” “I…I don’t know…I know you love me and not the kind of love a human feels for another human I know it’s-” “deeper and more meaningful.” “Yes…but you…you really think you’ll be able to find me in all of my next lives?” “Yes.” “How can you be so sure?” “I found you this time didn’t I?” “That’s because we live in the same city..what if next time I’m in London or Greece?” “I will find you…my heart will tell me exactly where I need to go and I’ll get to you.” “Or…I could just live this life…with you forever?” “Please don’t ruin this moment I’m having…it’s quite nice.” “Fine I won’t ruin this one…but we are having this conversation…eventually.” “Yes…eventually.”

“Can I taste one of these blood shake things you hate?” “Uhm…no.” “Why not?” “Because they are made for Vampires not humans.” “So? It’s not going to kill me…right?” “No it wouldn’t kill you but I just don’t want to even think about seeing you drinking a shake that tastes like blood.” “I can drink it in the living room…you won’t see me if you stay in the kitchen.” “Oh so I not only have to be away from you but I have to be away from you so you can go drink a blood flavored shake? The answer is still no.” “Being away from me is that hard for you?” “It’s…borderline unbearable but I know you like your space so…I give it to you when you ask for it.” “You really love me don’t you?” “With every part of my body and what’s left of my soul and making you unhappy is the last thing I’d ever want to do…but the answer is still no you can’t try the shake.”

#obsession convos #vampire!eddie munson #vampire!eddie x reader #vampire!eddie #kas!eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x reader fluff #eddie munson series #Eddie Munson #halloween series #spooky season fic #my little dungeon master baby

[harmlessghosty]

Saw the vamp!touchstarved character braunrote and I offer my opinions:

Vampire Vere would be ruthless before he really falls in love with reader. He's greedy and wouldn't think twice about draining someone. But tbh I think when he gets close/serious with reader he'd still be greedy and messy and shit but he'd drink readers blood like it's fine wine. He gets his main fix from other victims but really savours reader. Expect it to be extremely bloody tho, he likes it to look like a crime scene xD

Leander for sure tries to kinda hide it. Not hardcore, bit he tries not to tell EVERYONE. He won't go our of his way but also you wouldn't know by just looking at him. I also think he'd be hesitant to drink from his SO and would make it way romantic, or at least he'd try

Mhin would go out of their way to hide that their a vampire. Would NEVER EVER dream of drinking from a person. They and up having to do it but they won't be happy. Also if their SO asked for them to drink their blood Mhin would refuse 100 times before agreeing. Feels very bad that they actually enjoyed it.... Might have gone a bit overboard too (vere did find out and tease them to hell and back fs)

I don't have much on Ais and Kuras rn cause... Brain empty

VAMPIRE TOUCHSTARVED BRAINROT, LET’S GOOOO! I love love LOVE all of your headcanons. Absolutely love them.

—

Vampire Vere would definitely not think twice about murder. MC would find him dabbing at his crimson lips with bloodstained, monogrammed handkerchiefs more often than not. And when he wants to feed from his beloved? It’s an entire show he puts on. They get a candlelit room, a nice hot meal, tons of fluffy pillows and blankets…the whole nine yards, before he leans so close, his breath runs across the nape of their neck. “You smell delightful,” he whispers, a firm kiss pressing to their skin. “I’m sure you don’t mind that I eat after all of this preparation I’ve done for you, hm?”

Leander DEFINITELY tries to hide it. There are rumors, of course, swirling around Eridia, but no one really knows what’s true and what’s not. Turns out, being a contracted killer really helps conceal his vampiric identity! He can easily do away with bodies and no one will ask questions. Why do criminals keep appearing with two holes in the same spot on their neck? Weird. Maybe someone should hire Leander to look into that and find the culprit…and of course, he’ll take MC along for the journey, which seems a bit more roundabout than it should be. If he needs to feed during the trip, then perhaps they’re a good source of sustenance. After all, does it matter if his beloved knows his secret? They won’t tell a soul unless they’re trying to get themselves mysteriously killed too…

Mhin would never drink from a person…unless they’re absolutely starving to death. Even then, I imagine it to be a moment of disgust with themself—retching and vomiting the first few times they feed, then admitting they need to drink blood for their survival and doing it as humanely as possible. They knock out their victims and only drink until the hunger has barely subsided. They choose spots beneath clothes where marks could be mistaken for bug bites. Mhin struggles to admit they like MC’s blood more than anyone else’s; they really wish they didn’t, but they can’t get enough of it, to the point that they find it difficult to sleep beside them at night without absentmindedly running their fangs along MC’s skin. They’re just so hungry around their partner. Maybe…just a little sip…

Ais is a voracious beast and doesn’t try to hide his vampiric nature even a little bit. Everyone knows he’s dangerous, and everyone avoids him like the plague. And naturally, Ais with Vere is…horrifying. There’s a lot of begging for him to give mercy and let them live, but he’s no fool. If he lets too many of his victims live, then surely people will find a way to gang up on him. While that’s an interesting proposition, he’s not sure he wants to fight a dozen weak-ass humans when he’d much rather fight someone of his own caliper; humans are just too pathetic. When he meets MC, he’s constantly teasing them with flashes of his long fangs. “Scared? Should be, little sparrow,” he says, scrubbing dried blood off of his knuckles. He even sneaks up to feed from them, thinking MC will just be another victim, but somehow becomes smitten with their taste instead. They should be savored. It’s much more satisfying tasting them on occasion than devouring them whole so quickly.

Kuras is meticulous. He’s very much prone to drawing blood through proper means and drinking it from simple testing tubes in shot-like doses. If a patient needs a transfusion or a blood test, he’ll simply take an extra vial or two as payment. Yes, he feels guilty at first, but he can’t allow himself to starve when he needs to help the people of Eridia as a consequence of his terrible past. When MC is discovered practically bled out and armless, he makes sure to put them back together and doesn’t take a sample, not even a little, but he strongly considers it. He even has to wipe drool from his lips because they simply smell so strongly of beautiful blood. When they get closer to him and realize his true nature, he offers little more than a calm smile. “Would you like to sustain me as well, or do you prefer our current partnership instead?”

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #touchstarved vere #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #kuras #vere #leander #mhin #ais #vampires #ghosty’s asks #ghostywrites #touchstarved headcanons

[fungusgnat444]

Vampire König headcanons

Just a few hcs for y’all xo. The first part of the series should be done relatively soon so I thought I’d post this to keep you guys hungry lolWarnings: hes a vampire so minor mentions of blood. Nothing super intense tho. Reader is a medic/doctor so medical stuff I guess, könig being delusional and mildly creepy. I think that's it enjoy. Also almost forgot fem reader

-extremely standoffish at first. To the point where you think he probably hates you. In reality he’s obsessed; he just has no idea how to talk to women (it’s been several hundred years since he's had to “court” so he tries his best to keep you at arms length. This doesn’t work very well of course)

-before he turned his family were all poor farmers so he could never have sweet treats as a kid since suger was pretty much only for the rich at the time. So now he has a massive sweet tooth and is regularly gorging himself on sweets.

-in the 1400’s he took the alias Matthias Grunewald, moved to germany and became a painter (Matthias grunewald was a real artist. My history nerd brain couldn’t help throwing that in there. One of my favourite artists tbh)

-since you’re new to Austria he offers to teach you German just to have an excuse to talk to you but he's delusional enough to convince himself it’s to help you. Of course the first thing he teaches you is how to say König correctly. It’s just so annoying to hear you mispronounce it of course… no other reason. 

-refuses to take his mask off when you have to examine him so you have to roll it up just above his top lip. Extremely insecure about his appearance but his face in particular because of all the scars. Plus he has a cleft lip scar that he used to get bullied for.

-he has basically no friends apart from Horangi so he spends most of his time alone painting and watching old German films. His favourite is The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (its really good y’all should totally watch it btw)

-secretly collects little items you leave around the place even though he feels like a massive creep because of it. It started with a bobby pin he saw lying on your desk that he snatched while you weren’t paying attention. Now he has a whole drawer in his bedside table full of little trinkets; his favourite is a lip gloss that you had dropped one day (secretly wears it under his mask so he can feel like he’s tasting you throughout the day because he so desperately wants to kiss your pretty lips :( )

-once he opens up just a little more and you start to become friends, he slowly starts returning the items he stole because he feels too guilty. Hides them in semi-obvious places to make you think you had just misplaced them (can’t bring himself to part with  the lipgloss though)

-avoids touching you at all costs. Feels like he's having a heart attack whenever you have to examine his teeth; feeling your soft little gloved fingers brush against his lips, trying your best to be so gentle with him. Likes that you’re always so nice to him; complimenting his gum health and being so soft and praising him when you have to take venom samples from his fangs, patting his shoulder when it's down to soothe him when you’re done. In reality you’re just trying your best to make you’re patient comfortable but he savours every moment. Gets so flustered every time you compliment him, even if its something generic and medically (he starts to floss several times a day after you casually mention that he has good gums)

-hates that he can always smell you even when you wear scent blockers, its so distracting. He can always smell you approaching before he sees you, making him panic and overthink at the thought of having to interact with you.

-pretty much exclusively drinks your blood type once he finds out what it is and gets all grumpy whenever the base’s blood dispensary runs out of it. Tries his best to fast until they’re restocked. He avoids you when he’s fasting because you smell so delicious. The fact that you’re completely oblivious and still hang around him only frustrates him more.

Hehe hope you degenerates like this. First part of the series should be out soon xo

#konig #konig headcanons #konig imagine #cod konig #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig x you #cod mw2 #konig fanfiction #konig x reader #konig mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #cod #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #vampire #vampcore

[theharrowing]

Fledgling

Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.

🩸 Human (to Vampire) Jungkook x Vampire Namjoon

🩸 word count: 12.3k

🩸 dead dove, strangers to lovers, vampire au, horror, blood & gore, major character death (kind of; to become a vampire), smut, light angst, possessive fluff, 21+

🩸 warnings: dead dove 🕊 do not eat! top Namjoon bottom Jungkook; a vampiric game of cat and mouse; this is a bloody fucking mess; Jungkook has a death wish and makes unwise choices; talk of sex work and using men for a place to sleep; Calvin Klein babygirl Jungkook; lavender Namjoon; talk of robbing men jk sleeps with; talk of a car crash and the sight of the aftermath of a crash; use of the word whore; vampire compulsion/charming; lots of pet names and terms of threatening endearment; possessiveness; classist language jk says toward himself (which does not reflect my real opinions at all); fear kink; nj drinking JK’s blood; jk literally bleeds to death (hi hello this is a vampire fic lol); smut (temperature play kind of; does this count as blood play???; blow job; anal fingering; anal sex; dying while being fucked and having a lovely time; semi-public sex beside corpses); a lot of blood drinking; having a captive person whose blood is drained; jk loses his autonomy completely.

🩸 note: in this fic, we observe a world where Jungkook has heard of zombies but not vampires, okay. suspend your disbelief just once, my loves!!! this one is quite dark but not terribly graphic, all things considered. there is plenty of blood & gore tho!!! i did not get a chance to proofread as much as i usually do, so if you notice any errors, feel free to let me know!

🩸 happy halloween to my lovely @sweetestofchaos! 🧛🏻 👻 🎃 🍂 i hope you enjoy this!!! i only meant for this to be a short, sweet oneshot and it completely took on a life of its own.

🩸 written for the bts fantasy & fangs trick or treat event! check out more hauntingly good works!

🩸 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🩸 posted oct. 2023 | read on ao3

The moment the older man walks into the bar, Jeongguk takes in a deep, fortifying breath and instinctively holds it. Something about the way this man carries himself – tall, broad, and strong, with an aura of danger surrounding him – makes Jeongguk weak in the knees, and he grips onto the poles of the tiny caged-in stage and swishes his hip as he gets low into a squatting position. 

Being a go-go dancer at a bar this seedy tends to attract the attention of the wrong type of men – men with families waiting for them; men with enough power and influence to make them greedy and mean; men who know damn well that a pretty little thing like Jeongguk disappearing from a shithole like this would not raise many alarms. 

Jeongguk gets a thrill from being spoiled by rich married men; he dares one of them to swoop in and make him disappear – even if it means death. Anything would be better than this life, he thinks. 

Unfortunately for him, the wealthy men who gravitate toward him are all talk – anything for an easy fuck. They promise Jeongguk the world, telling him how badly they want to get him out of his current rundown apartment and wax poetic about a better life – modeling contracts or sugar baby arrangements. 

Oh, how they moan and groan and lament over how stunning Jeongguk is – talented, and thoughtful, and pretty. And then they fuck him and leave him, never calling back, moving along to the next sad little poor thing to utter empty platitudes to while balls deep inside them. 

Jeongguk can already tell that this man is different. This man is dangerous beyond just money and an appetite for young meat. This man could make Jeongguk disappear in the blink of an eye. 

The man who approaches the bar is gorgeous, dressed head to toe in black – a fitted jacket over a button-up, tucked into fitted slacks. His slightly grown-out hair is lightened to a soft lavender-blond and pushed off his forehead, his eyes are razor-sharp, and his pillow-plush lips are pulled into a smirk. As he walks, men straighten out and step to the side, quick to get out of his way.

Jeongguk watches as the man approaches the bar and leans with one elbow against the wood, ordering a drink and letting his gaze drift around the smoke-filled space. And when the man's eyes land on Jeongguk, he feels his pulse quicken. 

Something dark and indiscernible flashes in the man's gaze and Jeongguk feels a pull, leaning forward, bare chest touching the cold metal bars that his hands loosely hold onto. His blood shimmers and soars through his veins, and he swoons to the cold touch of steel. 

All sound around him – music and voices – seem to slow and morph, as if he is sinking deep underwater. The man's smirk grows to a salacious grin, and then he turns his gaze away from Jeongguk, who crashes back to reality as he heavy-blinks his surroundings into place.

Slowly, Jeongguk swishes his hips up to a standing position, finding he has to grip a little harder onto the poles, which are slick from sweat that has pooled beneath his palms. The man does not look back at Jeongguk, talking instead to another patron with his back facing this way, leaving him feeling empty and disappointed. 

In an attempt to save face, Jeongguk dances for two more songs, eyes never straying from the back of the man, and then picks his black denim jacket up off the floor and exits the cage, hours too soon. 

"Need a bathroom break," he mutters to his manager Sunmi, who stands with her arms folded over her chest, scowling at him. 

"Make it quick," she snaps, to which he simply grunts, in return.

Jeongguk has half a mind to walk out the back door and go home. He cannot explain why, but he experiences such a pull to the lavender-haired man that having him turn away and not regard him leaves him feeling so disappointed and frustrated that he would rather call it a night than continue to work.

Of the dancers, Jeongguk is easily the most attractive, and he garners the most attention, meaning the managers are on his ass the most, and would definitely berate him for leaving. Luckily, he has no working cell phone at the moment, which could make leaving a lot less annoying.

The bathroom is a dimly lit shithole with yellowed walls and chipped tiles that may have once been white, years and years ago. It reeks of piss and urinal detergent blocks, and every surface is inexplicably wet. Jeongguk scrunches his nose uncomfortably, never able to get used to the stench, as he approaches the sink and stands before it, not quite sure what to do with himself. 

Staring at his reflection, Jeongguk begins to give himself a silent pep talk. The way he looks now – bangs hanging in his eyes, which are smudged black like coal – he is far too fucking hot to let some asshole ruin his night. 

Tonight, his hair is down – falling nearly to his shoulders in pretty dark brown waves. He wears a thin black tie under his black denim jacket, and black loose-fitting denim pants – no shirt. Dressed like this, men never turn their attention away from him once he has it, so what was that guy's fucking problem?

Jeongguk runs the sink and splashes some cold water on his face, letting it drip down his chest. He uses a paper towel to blot at his forehead and cheeks but allows the droplets on his pecs and abs to linger and glisten. 

Maybe, he thinks, maybe he can score the hot lavender-haired man. At the very least, he anticipates someone will take him home tonight. Someone always does. 

As he exits the bathroom, the first thing Jeongguk notices is that the man is no longer at the bar. Briefly, he scans the space, looking for him, then he clears his throat, lifts his head high, and walks back to the cage. The moment he steps in, some older man in a suit walks up and grips onto the bars in front of him, like clockwork. 

"Hey, pretty thing," the man snarls, reeking of cigars and gin. What he lacks in looks, he makes up for in confidence, and hopefully money. 

"Hey there, handsome," Jeongguk responds sweetly, squatting low enough to be just under eye-level with the man, which only seems to excite him more. 

"What time you off work?"

It's always the same with these men, and Jeongguk heavy-blinks once, schooling his plastered smile so as to not grimace. 

"I finish when the bar shuts down."

The man is antsy, shifting left to right, gripping onto the bars. Jeongguk can tell that he is considering all the ways in which his money has allowed him to skirt past rules and authority; he can tell the man is going to try to insist that Jeongguk, too, is above his own responsibilities if the man can flash enough notes. 

"What do you say we get out of here now, instead?" the man tries, causing Jeongguk's right eye to twitch. "I'm sure your boss can be bought, eh? There's two more dancers here; what's the harm in letting one go?"

With a sweet smile and a shrug, Jeongguk looks over his shoulder demurely. "Boss is back there. The woman standing by the wall – the one who's frowning. If you can convince her to let me go, I'm all yours, big boy."

Fat chance in hell Sunmi noona would allow Jeongguk to leave even a minute before close, but he likes letting these men try their best shot. If anything, being told no only makes them more desperate to have him and they wind up spending a pretty penny on getting him drunk enough to fuck them later. 

The man hobbles away, and a curious tingle travels up Jeongguk's neck, filling him with the sudden urge to glance around, certain that someone must be watching him. But as he makes a little spin in his cage, eyes tracing over every patron at the bar, peering over every shadow, he doesn't notice anyone paying him special attention. In fact, the only person he makes eye contact with is Sunmi noona, who is glaring at him while the man before her attempts to barter for his freedom. 

Things go just as Jeongguk anticipates, to such an exact formula that he would find it amusing if it were not so fucking tedious. The man is ultimately turned down, then he proceeds to sulk at the bar, only ever leaving his post to bring Jeongguk a new drink or go take a piss. This goes on for an hour and a half, and then the man announces that he is going to use the restroom once more, and for Jeongguk to stay put and don't go too far.

Jeongguk leaves the cage and approaches the bar, feeling tipsy and tired as he leans against the far end and waits for the man to return from the restroom. He oscillates between feeling impatient and wishing the man would not return, saving him from having to suck his drunk, flaccid cock in a desperate attempt to get him hard. He just knows this man is going to have to contend with all the alcohol he has been drinking, and that Jeongguk will be the one paying the price. 

Although the man is not Jeongguk's type at all – nothing like the Adonis of a man who walked in hours earlier – Jeongguk supposes he is just happy to have somewhere warm to stay for the night. Never mind how undoubtedly bad the sex is going to be. If he is lucky, Jeongguk may even find an opportunity to rob him. Nothing too wild, just a few notes from the man's wallet and some cufflinks or a watch that he likely wouldn't even miss. 

Once more, a tingle works its way from Jeongguk's spine to the nape of his neck, and he shivers, glancing over his right shoulder and then his left, puzzled by the strange sensation. 

"Ready to go?" the man asks from Jeongguk's right, taking him by surprise and making him flinch. 

Jeongguk sighs out an embarrassed exhale and scoffs to himself. "Sure. Let's go."

"I have a room nearby," the man says. "Five star."

Of course, he has a room nearby, Jeongguk thinks. Men like him always have wives; they never take Jeongguk home with them.

Jeongguk still only wears a black denim jacket, a black tie, and no shirt underneath, and the moment he gets outside, he shivers, tensing his shoulders up to his ears and exhaling visible puffs of air in the cool autumn breeze. Being that it is bar time, the sidewalks are crowded with drunk people stumbling to and fro, and Jeongguk digs his hands deep into his jacket pockets as his shoulders and elbows are slammed into. 

The man leads Jeongguk to the end of the block and to the left, around the corner, where the street is somewhat quieter. Just up ahead, a black sports car beeps, flashing its lights. With a crooked smile, the man gestures, keys in hand, to the car and says, "This is me."

Jeongguk halts, kicking the cement with the toe of his boot in an attempt to assess the situation. Ordinarily, men who bring him back to hotels do so in a taxi or with a personal driver.

"Yeah, I'm not getting into that car with you," Jeongguk says slowly, taking a tentative step back. "You've had a lot to drink."

Despite having a bit of a death wish, being smashed in a head-on collision is not his ideal way to go. 

The man laughs, or maybe he hiccups – it's hard to say. "Come on, don't be a prude," he slurs. "Get in the car."

With a sigh, Jeongguk takes another step back, pulling his hands from his pockets. He hates it when drunk men get pushy, and he begins to crack his knuckles with his thumbs – a nervous tic. 

"Sorry, man," Jeongguk insists, continuing to slowly back away. "I'm not getting into your car."

The man looks incensed, and he turns around in a quick swaying stumble, barreling five or so steps to reach Jeongguk, who holds his hands out in front of him, palms up, as if in surrender. 

"Hey, man," Jeongguk begins, "Look, I'm not trying t—"

The man lunges, grabbing one of Jeongguk's wrists, yanking hard enough to make Jeongguk stumble. "I'm not trying to fucking argue. You and I both know I can pay you more money to keep me company than you're worth at that shithole. So why don't you be a good little whore and get in the fucking car!"

Jeongguk attempts to rip his arm away, but the man is surprisingly strong, and he yanks him enough to make Jeongguk stumble once more, causing anger and fear to spike in him. And then the tingle works its way through Jeongguk once more, much stronger than before, and he sways forward and back, blinking heavily as if trapped in a mental fog. 

Slow footsteps click-clack against concrete behind Jeongguk, and without looking he knows the handsome man from the bar is standing behind him – he has no idea how or why, but he can sense him.

"Gentlemen," the man says, voice deep and rich, raising Jeongguk's goosebumps even higher. "I trust that this is not a physical altercation that I am walking in on."

The drunk man stands tall, yanking on Jeongguk's wrist again. Feeling intoxicated by the man's presence behind him has Jeongguk's arm relaxed, and he stumbles into the drunk man, causing him to huff angrily and continue to yank Jeongguk toward the car.

"He told you he isn't interested in going with you," the man behind him says, and Jeongguk gasps, curious how much of the conversation he could have overheard. 

The drunk man squeezes Jeongguk's wrist before throwing it down and pointing at the man, shouting, "And just who the fuck do you think you are?"

In a blink, the new man is standing right beside Jeongguk, cloying his senses with a rich, heady scent of wildflowers and musk. The drunk man gasps and stumbles a step backward, mouth moving frantically as he quakes with fear, and the man by Jeongguk's side slowly lifts his hand, gripping the drunk man's throat. 

"I," the man says slowly, "am your worst…fucking…nightmare."

Silence hangs and then the drunk man begins to laugh, snot and drool flying from his lips. He grips onto the hand around his throat and shoves it down, then he shakes his head, face turning a gruesome shade of red under the golden streetlights. 

"You almost had me," the drunk man says, slapping his hand against his thigh. "That was a good one."

Jeongguk finally turns his head to face the lavender-haired man. The man only stands slightly taller than him, but his presence feels enormous. The man smiles, which creates a pretty little dimple in his cheek, and he dryly chuckles along. 

"That was pretty funny, wasn't it?" the man beside Jeongguk asks. 

The drunk man nods and continues to laugh, looking between Jeongguk and the lavender-haired man. 

"Get in your car," the man beside Jeongguk commands firmly. 

Suddenly, the man stops laughing, and his eyes lose their shine. As if being piloted by some invisible force, he turns and begins walking toward his car. 

"Wait," Jeongguk mutters, looking between the men as the drunk man rounds the hood of his car and opens the driver's side door. "What is he—"

"Drive out to the countryside at top speed and crash into the first semi truck you see," the man beside Jeongguk commands, and Jeongguk watches with confused horror as the drunk man utters something to himself and closes his door. 

Instinctively, Jeongguk jolts forward, eager to stop the drunk man from driving in the state he is in. But the man beside him very quietly, almost seductively says, "Oh, baby, you aren't going anywhere," and Jeongguk's entire body freezes. 

It is almost as if Jeongguk's skin, down to the marrow in his bones, shimmers and heats up, heavy and dreamy as if every nerve – every blood vessel – is listening to the man beside him and wants to do exactly as he says.

"What are you doing, leaving with a man like him, anyway, hmm?" the man asks. 

Jeongguk, finding he is incapable of speaking anything but the absolute truth mutters, "I need the money, and you weren't there."

"You were hoping for me?" The man asks, lifting a dark eyebrow. "Why is that?"

"You're handsome…and you appear dangerous. I wanted to know what it was like to get lost in a man like you."

"Awe," the man groans as he leans close, right beside Jeongguk's ear, voice deep and dangerous, "little ol' me?"

"Yes," Jeongguk mutters, feeling any miniscule sense of control quickly leaving him as the man says, "Then come with me." 

The man turns and begins to walk the way he came, and Jeongguk feels his limbs twist and buckle as if led by invisible strings. He stumbles as he attempts to keep up, unable to move his lips to speak or to pull his gaze away from the back of the man. 

Lavender hair, broad shoulders, and an expensive suit – nothing else in the world exists. That is, until the man turns onto the still crowded street, and Jeongguk follows along so obediently that he causes pedestrians to trip over him. 

Drunk people stumble and swear, telling him to watch his step, muttering under their breath about what a fucking degenerate he is. Jeongguk pays no mind – hardly hears them. All he can focus on is the strong man with the floral and musk scent, leading him along. 

For the second time tonight, Jeongguk and a strange man approach an expensive car. Only this time, when the man motions for Jeongguk to get into the passenger seat, he doesn't think twice – couldn't think twice if he wanted to. 

A voice in the back of his head wonders where they are going, what the man could want from him, how he is leading Jeongguk to act against his will. But he cannot form these thoughts into words; he cannot speak. 

The car this man drives is nice – nicer than the generic sports car the other man drove. Far too nice to be flashing it around in a neighborhood like this. If the wrong person catches someone driving around this side of town in something this expensive, it is likely the owner will end up floating face down in the river by dawn. 

Not that a man like this one has any reason to fear others. 

"Close the door" the man commands as soon as Jeongguk slides into the passenger seat, and he does as he is told. Jeongguk can sense the man turning toward him as he asks, "Wanna see where our friend ended up?"

"Yes," Jeongguk mutters against any better judgment he could have. Ordinarily, he would never admit it, but he is curious. 

The man chuckles, presses the ignition button, and speeds off down the road. Jeongguk sits stiff as a board, eyes wide and staring at the cars and buildings passing at speeds that he is terrified to comprehend in the middle of the city. And without a seatbelt, because the mysterious stranger never instructed him to put one on. 

"What is your name, pretty?" the man asks, voice magnanimous but still containing an edge to it.

"Jeongguk," he mutters in response. "Jeon Jeongguk."

"Jeongguk," the man repeats nice and slow. His name sounds like honey dripping from the man's tongue, and Jeongguk wishes he could turn and properly see him. "My name is Namjoon. But you can call me sir."

"Yes, sir," Jeongguk responds without thinking. 

Namjoon chuckles deeply, leaving the slums for the wealthy outskirts before veering off into the countryside. At the speed which Namjoon is driving, the outside may as well be a black abyss, shrouded in shadow. Headlights and taillights streak by as Namjoon weaves through lanes. And then, up ahead, Jeongguk sees it. 

The bright glow of a large headlight shines up ahead, and as they approach, Jeongguk realizes the other headlight is obstructed by what hardly looks like a black car. The front of it is smashed almost like an accordion, surrounded in exploded glass. 

“It’s safe to say he won’t be bothering you anymore,” Namjoon announces with a smile in his voice. 

“Why did you do this?” Jeongguk mutters, unable to tear his eyes away from the crash. 

“Look at me,” Namjoon commands, and Jeongguk’s head snaps to the left before he is able to think. 

Namjoon is devilishly handsome – eyes sharp, dark almonds and heavy-lidded, with pillow lips pulled into a smirk. "I didn't like the way he touched you," he explains, lifting a hand to delicately caress Jeongguk's cheek. The touch is ice cold and electric, making Jeongguk suck in air quickly through his teeth. 

Sirens and lights blare from in front of them and behind, and Namjoon lifts his eyebrow, then says, "Well, this is our cue to go!" while flashing a smile so bright, it gives Jeongguk chills.

Namjoon reverses and then whips around, tires screeching as the car does a 180 and speeds off back toward town. Jeongguk continues to watch Namjoon, eyes stuck on his side profile, in part because he is so beautiful, but also because he has not been given instruction to look elsewhere. 

How Namjoon is able to weave through cop cars, fire trucks, and an ambulance without anyone turning their attention to him is beyond Jeongguk, but he is unable to think too deeply about it, mind too full of fog. Jeongguk expected Namjoon to continue driving deeper into the countryside and take him somewhere terrifyingly secluded, and he is surprised when the city lights return. 

"What is a pretty thing like you doing in a place like that, anyway?" Namjoon asks, breaking a tense silence. 

Jeongguk continues to stare at the side of Namjoon's face, feeling his pulse quicken when the man turns his gaze to him briefly with a hint of a smile. 

"Places like that are where all pretty things like me end up," Jeongguk mutters somewhat methodically. He has more thoughts on the matter, but he finds that all his brain and mouth will offer are exact responses. 

"And why is that?" Namjoon asks as he pulls to a red light and turns his full attention to Jeongguk.

Tears build in the edges of Jeongguk's eyes. He cannot tell whether it is because he has not blinked since he was told to look at Namjoon, or if the man has struck a nerve. He thinks perhaps it is somewhere in the middle. 

"I'm a dropout with no direction," Jeongguk responds quietly, voice cracking around his words. "No rich parents…I don't have anything to offer but my body."

Ordinarily, when Jeongguk bothers to open up to men, they put on a pitying act. They promise Jeongguk this and that while assuring him that he does have purpose – he does have something to offer to the world. Namjoon, on the other hand, perks up. He practically snarls. And when the light turns green, he continues watching Jeongguk for a few more tense seconds. 

"Ah, yes," the man finally says as he returns his gaze to the street and continues driving. "Another pretty face who could disappear and nobody would miss them."

Although Jeongguk feels like Namjoon is mocking him, there is no mockery in his tone. He is so perfectly matter of fact, that Jeongguk is unable to feel angry if he wanted to, because he is a classic case of a nobody, as far as anyone is concerned; Namjoon could murder him tonight and the only person who would notice him missing would be his boss, and even she wouldn't go looking for him. 

"Do you like that job?" Namjoon asks as they begin to wind through darker streets that Jeongguk assumes is a more residential area. 

Jeongguk quietly mutters, "No."

"Are there aspects about it you like at all?"

"I like dancing," Jeongguk responds as tears break and streak down his cheeks. His eyes feel dry and heavy, and he forces himself to partially blink, finding that his eyes will not close entirely. "And I like the attention. Getting spoiled by rich men is fun, but I wish most of them weren't so gross."

Namjoon laughs, turning his attention briefly to Jeongguk. His eyes appear to be dark black pools of nothing, and Jeongguk does not have a mind to question it. 

"Do you think I'm gross?" he asks in a playful tone.

"No," Jeongguk responds instantly. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

"And if I want to spoil you?" Namjoon continues as he seems to pull to the side of the road but keeps his ignition on. He turns to fully face Jeongguk, cocking his head to the side.

"Please," Jeongguk all but whispers, then he clears his throat. "It will hurt like hell when you abandon me, but I'm used to it."

If Jeongguk were not spellbound, he would surely feel embarrassed over his admission. Being this honest with strange men is not his wheelhouse; he has never fully admitted to his feelings with anyone in the past. 

"And if I choose not to abandon you?" Namjoon asks as he scrapes his pearly teeth over his plush bottom lip. Jeongguk's eyes follow the movement; he desperately wants to know how that lip feels between his own teeth. 

"Don't tease me," Jeongguk responds, voice slow and distracted as he continues to stare at Namjoon's mouth. 

Namjoon smiles wide and Jeongguk could swear his incisors were sharper than before. As he runs his tongue along the bottom edge of one pointed tooth, Jeongguk's heart gallops behind his ribs. 

"Not a tease," Namjoon says with a snarl, sharp smile remaining on display. "But it would come with a price."

Jeongguk swallows thickly, gaze stuck on Namjoon's devilishly inviting mouth. "And wh-what is the price?"

Rather than respond, Namjoon shuts off the ignition. "Follow me," he commands as he gets out of the car, and for a split moment, Jeongguk's body pulls toward the driver's seat before correcting and opening the passenger side door. 

Namjoon rounds the hood of the car and approaches a large, angular house set back in tall, spiky trees that appear massive in the pitch dark. Although there are other houses around, there is a feeling of seclusion as Jeongguk follows Namjoon down a short path and up a set of cement steps that lead to the side of the home rather than the front of it. 

"Are you scared?" Namjoon asks over his shoulder.

Shadow closes in the further they walk. Jeongguk wants to say no, and he is disappointed when his mouth utters, "A little."

Namjoon punches a long passcode into a keypad, then pulls the massive wooden door open, holding out his hand as if to invite Jeongguk to enter. Only Jeongguk cannot enter, because his instruction was to follow. 

"If I break the spell will you run?" Namjoon asks with a playful lift of an eyebrow.

"No," Jeongguk answers plainly. Where would he even go?

With a snap of Namjoon's fingers, Jeongguk's shoulders quickly droop and his body adjusts to the natural force of gravity that holds him. He takes in a deep breath, feeling his lungs fill painfully as his dry eyes blink away the last of the tears that had formed. Jeongguk is able to weigh whether or not he wants to enter this man's home, and even though he is certain that Namjoon is not entirely human, he finds he does not care. 

So, with another deep breath, Jeongguk steps forward, into the dark space. He can hardly see what is in front of him, but he takes a few more steps and begins to toe out of his loosely laced boots, shaking his ankles until they hit the floor with a hollow thunk, one after the other, then bending to remove his socks, as well, worried they might stink. 

Namjoon's home seems to come alive as the man walks deeper through the foyer and into a large living room. Sconces light on their own – faint golden glows that illuminate just enough but keep the space somewhat dark. The walls have deep red wallpaper with dark wood wainscoting, and there are large portraits hung throughout the space, all of which look like Namjoon painted during various artistic periods throughout history. 

"This is…" Jeongguk mutters, eyes trailing from a faded image of Namjoon painted somewhat crudely over yellowed parchment to a clearer painting of Namjoon dressed as a nobleman in a style that would be centuries more recent than the last, but centuries older than the one they live in, now.

"Impressive?" Namjoon asks.

Jeongguk shakes his head, stopping in his tracks to look at his host fully. "Weird. This is fucking weird."

Namjoon smiles widely, standing tall before Jeongguk – as beautiful as he is terrifying. Jeongguk wants to lean close and run his hands over the man's chest and push away the lapels of his expensive jacket.

"I suppose it is quite weird," Namjoon responds, gaze becoming somewhat sad. "Seeing all and surpassing everyone I have ever come to know…hiding away as a monster…all of it is, indeed, quite weird."

Although Jeongguk is certain that he has full control of himself, the tingle persists, settling at the base of his spine and spreading a curious, eager warmth throughout. "Make me into a monster like you," he utters without really considering what he asks for. 

Namjoon squints, gaze curious, almost mocking. “Do you know for what you ask, little one?”

And, sure, Jeongguk could wager a guess, but all he responds with in the moment is a petulant utterance of, “I’m basically the same height and build as you.”

With a hum, Namjoon takes a step forward, causing Jeongguk's entire body to react. He feels like cornered prey as his hips twist and he backs into the wall, heel hitting polished wood as a brass sconce scrapes the side of his head. Namjoon truly is only a bit taller but he looms over a cowering Jeongguk as he stands his full height, elongating his spine to look down at him. 

"Yes, you are a sizable match in many ways," Namjoon says softly, raising a hand to gently detangle Jeongguk's hair from the elaborate sconce. "But I have lived lifetimes before finding you. Dynasties have risen, fallen, and faded into obscurity, and I have seen all. I could snuff your life out in the blink of an eye, like a tiny little rodent."

The absurdity in Namjoon's statement makes Jeongguk want to laugh, only he finds all he can do is snicker before something in Namjoon's presence makes his mouth rest. He has already experienced the man's magic…could he be telling the truth?

"Do it," Jeongguk urges, eager to reach out and touch Namjoon but incapable of lifting his arms. 

"You don't know what you're asking for," Namjoon responds lowly, eyes appearing sad despite the edges of his lips rising. 

"Aren't you lonely?" Jeongguk urges. He has no idea whether he and Namjoon would even get along, or whether they could be sexually compatible, but he is desperate for a life outside the one he has known for so long. 

Namjoon smirks and drags his ice cold hands along the curve of Jeongguk's neck, making him shiver. His jacket hangs open, and Namjoon gently pushes the material back, running the backs of his hands down Jeongguk's chest, ribs, abdominals. 

"You're so cold," Jeongguk mutters under his breath, watching as Namjoon's gaze follows his own hands. "Cold as death."

"That is correct, little one," Namjoon says, eyes flicking to his. "My own blood has not flowed through my veins for centuries."

Although Jeongguk struggles to wrap his mind around everything Namjoon says, it feels real…sort of. "Are you a zombie?" he mutters half to himself, not fully intending to say the words aloud. 

Namjoon's eyes crinkle, his cheeks dimple, and he laughs. He laughs loud and boisterous, sounds echoing throughout dark space, and Jeongguk is certain that he has never seen or heard something more beautiful in his life. With a shake of his head, Namjoon continues to laugh, and Jeongguk stands and waits while the smallest smile creeps over his own lips.

"Not a zombie," Namjoon replies, still shaking his head. "But I am technically undead."

In a flash, Namjoon's expression darkens. His eyes go almost pitch black, and his incisors sharpen before Jeongguk's eyes, confirming that what he saw earlier was not a mistake. The familiar tingle works its way up Jeongguk's spine, only this time, it triggers his fight or flight response. All he can do is freeze.

"Namjoon," Jeongguk mutters as he presses further into the wall, hands shakily grazing over the ridges of wooden panels.

"You seem so eager to know what kind of monster I am," Namjoon responds, leaning close and wafting cold breath that reeks of decaying flowers over Jeongguk's face. "Shall I show you?"

"I—" Jeongguk croaks, voice becoming lost in his throat. 

The tips of Namjoon's frigid fingers begin to dig into the skin of Jeongguk's tummy, just above his waistline, by his left hip. He doesn't remember Namjoon having long or sharp nails, but he swears he can feel his skin begin to puncture – he finds he is too afraid to look. 

"You…what?" Namjoon prompts, dark eyes pooling with black abyss. "Too frightened to speak?"

Jeongguk's lips tremble, creaking broken sounds that find no resolve. He is absolutely horrified, and more curious than he has ever felt about anything before. 

Namjoon lifts a hand, proving that what Jeongguk felt was real – the index and middle fingers have sharp claw-like nails that drip with blood. Jeongguk can feel wet warmth on his left hip, but he does not look; he can only stare as Namjoon lifts his hand to his lips and sucks the blood from his fingers. 

The sounds Namjoon makes are borderline pornographic – hums and groans of pleasure. Jeongguk watches intently as Namjoon pulls his fingers from between his inviting lip – as Namjoon's pink tongue pokes out and laps up a drop of blood that has run between his fingers. 

He knows he should glance down and assess what Namjoon has done to him, and he practically begs his brain to allow his gaze to move. He almost feels caught in the same trance as earlier, only Namjoon has not commanded anything; how is he trapped in place, unable to look away?

"God, I love that look of fear, confusion, intrigue," Namjoon purrs, voice somehow deeper than Jeongguk remembers. "We should really tend to that wound. Wouldn't want it to kill you."

"Would it?" Jeongguk murmurs, feeling somewhat dissociated from his skin. He does not feel pain, but he can feel the trickle of blood. 

Namjoon begins to sink down to his knees, gaze never leaving Jeongguk's. Only when Namjoon settles and sits high, leaning toward where his nails dug deep enough to puncture skin, does Jeongguk see the wound. It does not bleed too badly, but it is leaving a wet black spot on his black pants. 

Without a word, Namjoon opens Jeongguk's black denim jacket and pins the fabric to the wall with both palms. Then he leans in and licks a slow, firm path from the waistline of Jeongguk's jeans and over the wound. 

Namjoon groans, eyelids fluttering as he licks and sucks. All Jeongguk can do is stare, watching Namjoon's tongue streak deep red before disappearing. Jeongguk cannot deny that it feels good. In fact, the visual of Namjoon on his knees before him, lapping at his skin with such hunger while his dark eyes stay on Jeongguk's face has arousal coursing through his veins just as quickly as oxygen does. 

Jeongguk's cock begins to harden, and he decides it is best not to allow the myriad questions and concerns muddy the spell that Namjoon must have him under. One particularly firm flick of Namjoon's tongue makes Jeongguk shiver, and before he knows it, the pleasure he feels is enough to make him sigh out a hint of a moan. This catches Namjoon's attention and makes him grin, lips stained with blood and yet so inviting. 

"Please," Jeongguk whispers, fingertips tingling to reach forward but planted to the wall. 

"Please…what, little one?"

Without a clue as to what he is asking for, Jeongguk simply watches as Namjoon's hands lift from the wall and begin to rub over Jeongguk's skin, along the hem of his pants, to the fly, where he works the button open. Blood and saliva cover Namjoon's chin, and his ice cold fingers send another shiver down his spine.

Namjoon's eyes fall to Jeongguk's jeans – undoubtedly to the bulge that lifts the fabric – then he glances back up, grin widening with his sharp white teeth on display. He scrapes his tongue along his teeth before asking, "That turned you on?"

Jeongguk could swear Namjoon's pupils were brighter than before. No longer are they deep black pools, shining a rich umber that appear outlined in red – a trick of the light, Jeongguk surmises – and making him more alluring than ever.

All Jeongguk can do is nod, mouth too heavy and dry to make coherent sound. That did turn him on, and he is terrified of what it could mean for him. 

In a blink, Namjoon is standing before him. Jeongguk startles, bumping his head into the sconce and wincing from the pain. Namjoon's chin is still smeared pinkish-red, and his breath smells like decaying flowers and iron. 

"Do I scare you, little one?"

Jeongguk's exhale trembles from his lips, and his voice is barely audible as he says, "You know you scare me."

"Do you like it?"

Jeongguk doesn't give himself a chance to mull it over. "Sort of."

"I can scare you more if you would prefer."

Although he is certain that he should not be asking leading questions to someone who has proven himself to be a literal monster, Jeongguk swallows thickly then asks, "Why would you want to do that?"

Namjoon licks his lips and hums, putting on a show of thinking over his response. Then he leans in close to Jeongguk's ear, groaning through his words. "There is something about the way your blood courses through your veins when you are afraid that makes it taste…so…sweet."

Jeongguk's fight or flight impulse returns, and he tenses. Suddenly he wants to run far, far away from Namjoon. Worse, he thinks that he would like Namjoon to give chase. 

"God, I can smell the fear on you, little one," Namjoon whines, rubbing his nose over Jeongguk's throat. "I'll give you a ten second head start if you want to run."

"Shit," Jeongguk mutters, suddenly unglued from the wall, limbs relaxing only to tense back up again. He was definitely just under Namjoon's spell, and he had no clear confirmation of it while it happened.

"Ten…" Namjoon says with a grin, taking a large step backward. 

Jeongguk looks around the darkened space, unsure where he could even go.

Then Namjoon lifts a brow and cocks his head to the side as if silently asking Jeongguk what he is waiting for as he says, "Nine…"

Jeongguk runs to the right, deeper into the large house, blinking in the darkness while he attempts to get his bearings. There is no way he could hope to fight Namjoon off, so he does not attempt to go to the kitchen to search for anything sharp or heavy to use as a weapon. Not that he wants to fight Namjoon off, but a voice in the back of his head is telling him that he should.

Namjoon's voice echoes from behind him, calling, "Eight!"

Stairs come into view and Jeongguk storms upward, taking two at a time in the darkness, tripping over himself at the top landing and stumbling before pummeling shoulder first into a wall. 

"Seven!"

There is a faint golden glow that comes from the far end of a long hall and Jeongguk runs toward it, bare feet sliding along hardwood and stomping onto carpeting. He can vaguely make out more portraits and photographs lining the walls, as well as closed and open doors.

"Six!"

Jeongguk slams his open palms into the door, which is cracked a few inches, and he stumbles into a bedroom. He is surprised by the furnishings, eyes finding velvet upholstery, intricately carved wood on a large four-poster bed, and matching wooden dressers and vanity. 

"Five!"

Briefly, he considers hiding, but if Namjoon is truly able to smell his fear, he does not think he would be able to stay concealed for very long. He turns somewhat uselessly, noting a door that he assumes leads to a closet, lounge chairs deeper in the room, and a large glass door at the far end. 

Running toward the door, he considers whether he may be able to jump off the balcony and chastises himself for not just running outside while he was still downstairs. This is how characters are caught in horror films, he reminds himself – by running upstairs instead of outside.

"Four!"

There is absolutely no way Namjoon wouldn't find him, if what he has said is true. But what if it is not? Jeongguk considers that some of what he has said could have been simply to scare him.

With a heavy sigh, Jeongguk pushes back thick, blood red curtains in search of which side of the glass panel is a door. On the far right, there is a black metal handle, with a small metal latch that Jeongguk works open. 

"Three!" 

Jeongguk feels a surge of excitement as he throws the door open, then instantly regrets his choice as he steps out into the cool night air. The balcony is large and rectangular, made of wrought iron and concrete, and it overlooks a steep hill that leads down to a large pond. Even if he could jump down safely, where the fuck would he go? 

Without a proper shirt, he could catch  any number of ailments from submerging himself in that water. But all thought of wanting to play Namjoon's game seeps away as Jeongguk's mind screams at him to get the fuck away from this house. 

"Two!" 

And there is no way in hell he would be able to outrun the man. Namjoon has already proven that he has the ability to move too fast for Jeongguk to even fathom. Fear spikes, and his teeth begin to rattle in the cold night air. All of this seems futile, and yet…he has to try. 

Namjoon's voice calling, "One!" is all Jeongguk needs to close the glass door behind him and then run to the edge of the balcony. He hardly thinks of the repercussions as he throws his legs over the railing, one after the other. With a glance over his shoulder, he tells himself that if he can manage to land on his feet and roll down the hill, he has a pretty good chance at survival. 

Jeongguk releases his hold on the railing, but rather than falling down, two strong, ice cold hands grip onto his wrists and yank him upward. 

"Going somewhere, little one?" Namjoon teases as he effortlessly returns Jeongguk to the balcony. 

Jeongguk cries out and trembles in the cold air, taking a step backward as soon as Namjoon lets go of his hands. His lower back hits the railing and he gasps, feeling like cornered prey once more.

"I thought you liked being afraid of me," Namjoon pouts, closing the space between them. "Were we not just playing a game?"

"I do…we are…I just—" Jeongguk cannot get his thoughts straight. Truth be told, as much as he considered flinging himself over the balcony, all he really wanted was for Namjoon to catch him. And catch him, he has. But what does this mean for Jeongguk? 

"Are you afraid of death?" Namjoon asks, cocking his head to the side. His reddish-brown eyes seem to glow in the pale light of the moon.

Without hesitation, Jeongguk shakes his head, muttering, "No."

"But you are afraid of me?"

As Jeongguk licks his lips, he watches Namjoon's eyes follow the movement. He wants Namjoon's tongue back on his body, and maybe…just maybe…he wants to become whatever Namjoon is.

"Sort of," he admits.

Namjoon steps so close, Jeongguk can feel the cold radiate from him. But he likes the way Namjoon's thigh slots between his legs. He likes how Namjoon's lips feel as they graze his throat as he says, "Elaborate, my sweet."

"I want to know you," Jeongguk says, eyes fluttering closed. "I want to become like you. But I don't…I don't know what that means."

"Life as you know it will be over," Namjoon breathes against his neck, forcing each of Jeongguk's exhales to shake from his lungs. 

Jeongguk is certain that there is nothing more inviting than leaving his life behind. "I know. That's what I want."

Namjoon takes a step back, just far enough that he can look Jeongguk in the eye. For the first time, he appears uncertain, and perhaps even a little sad. His hands gently cup Jeongguk's face, thumb leaving a chilled path over his cheek. "The first few months of this new existence will be full of pain and confusion."

With a scoff, Jeongguk mutters, "My entire life has been full of pain and confusion."

There is understanding in Namjoon's eyes, and Jeongguk questions everything he knows about the man. Could someone so delicate and handsome really be a monster? 

But then Jeongguk remembers the wound on his hip, and the superhuman speed, and the way Namjoon can command Jeongguk to think and do exactly what he wants. And he thinks he wants to have that kind of power all to himself. 

Without another word, Namjoon takes Jeongguk's hand and pulls him back inside the warmth of his bedroom. He releases Jeongguk's hand to close and lock the sliding glass door, and then he pulls the deep red curtains closed, leaving the two of them in the golden glow of a lamp that sits on the other side of the room, beside the massive bed. 

Namjoon turns and begins to make his way toward the bed, arms lifted and moving in a way that suggests he may be unbuttoning his jacket. It takes Jeongguk a moment to follow him, stepping softly onto an intricate rug that covers most of the floor. 

"I don't turn people often," Namjoon says as he looks over his shoulder and then begins to shrug out of his jacket. "In fact, I only planned to drain you tonight. If you were interested, I would have wanted to fuck you first, but ultimately, the plan was to leave you to die."

Something about Namjoon's candor is not only oddly comforting, but alluring. Perhaps Jeongguk should be most concerned with the bit about draining him and leaving him to die, but all he finds he can circle back to is the thought of Namjoon wanting to fuck him. 

Of course, he saw the way Namjoon licked at his skin, and his jeans are still unbuttoned from Namjoon opening them before deciding he would rather play a sordid game of cat and mouse. So it should really come as no surprise.

"Guess that makes me special," Jeongguk responds somewhat cheekily, feeling there is still a bit of a heaviness that hangs in the air, making him nervous. 

Namjoon spins on socked feet with his black button-up shirt halfway undone, nimble fingers working a button just below his pecs. The expanse of bare skin is inviting, and paired with the hungry look in Namjoon's eyes, it sends a thrill through Jeongguk.

"I have been wanting a companion for some time," Namjoon says, "and you do seem like a worthy man. You are very pretty, and I like your attitude."

"A companion?" Jeongguk responds, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He is not exactly a relationship type of guy, and suddenly, he feels a bit apprehensive. "Don't you think that's moving a little fast?"

In a blink, Namjoon is standing before Jeongguk, pushing at the collar of his jacket. Jeongguk actually chuckles at the thought that Namjoon's response to his remark was to quite literally move too fast. 

"Once I turn you," Namjoon mutters as Jeongguk's denim is pushed past his shoulders and begins to slide down his arms, "you will depend wholly on me for quite some time. Your hunger and other urges will be so strong that it will physically pain you to exist, and I will be the only tether you will have to any sense of sanity."

With a roll of his eyes, Jeongguk says, "You make it sound so dramatic," all the while his jacket crumples on the rug around his feet. 

Namjoon grabs the black tie that hangs around Jeongguk's neck and gently yanks on it, forcing Jeongguk to stumble into Namjoon and place his palms against his cold, muscular chest.

"Not to mention," Namjoon adds with a lift of his brow, "after I fuck you, you won't want to leave my side."

At this, Jeongguk scoffs, rubbing his hands over Namjoon's clothed nipples, which harden to the touch. His shirt hangs open around the waistline, still tucked in and forgotten. 

"I've been with a lot of men," Jeongguk challenges, tilting his head to the side. "A lot of men who have made a lot of empty promises. What makes you think you're so special?"

Namjoon's grip on the tie tightens, then releases, and he reaches for Jeongguk's left wrist, gently lifting it to his lips. 

"Oh, my darling boy," he mutters, lips dragging over Jeongguk's skin. "I have experienced centuries of pleasure. Those so-called men could not possibly fathom what I have to offer. And, not to mention…" Namjoon lifts his mouth and smiles widely, showing off his sharp teeth in a way that is both too menacing and intriguing for Jeongguk to comprehend. "...I can show you pleasurable pain the likes of which so few living men have ever experienced."

Without warning, Namjoon sinks his teeth into Jeongguk's wrist. The pain is so white-hot intense that Jeongguk's entire body tenses and he attempts to yank himself free. Namjoon's eyes open widely before rolling back, and he moans with pleasure as he retracts the teeth that have left two puncture marks in Jeongguk's skin, and he begins to suck. 

Blood play is something that Jeongguk has always done his best to steer clear of, and now this monstrous man has already made him bleed twice. What is more, Namjoon seems to really enjoy the taste of his blood – is this what he meant by draining Jeongguk and leaving him to die? Does Namjoon actually drink blood?

Jeongguk almost misses the tingle that works over his skin, leaving goosebumps and warmth in its wake. "You son of a bitch," he mumbles, knees turning loose like gelatin. "You're charming me again, aren't you?"

With a deep groan, Namjoon releases Jeongguk's wrist. Blood pools in two tooth-sized holes, and he is certain that he would be panicking over the blood loss if it were not for the mind control, or whatever the fuck Namjoon is done to him. 

"I prefer the term compulsion, but charm works, too," Namjoon says. He drags his tongue over Jeongguk's wrist, streaking it with red. 

"Will you be able to do this to me even after you have made me whatever you are?"

Namjoon smirks, responding, "Sadly, no. My charm only works on humans. Living humans." He drops Jeongguk's wrist, and even Jeongguk is surprised by how heavy his arm feels; he wonders if he is only standing because Namjoon has somehow commanded his limbs to do so. 

"I like the charm," Jeongguk mutters, feeling somewhat dizzy and light. "I like how shimmery and floaty it makes me. But I want to experience the fear and the pain. Please."

Jeongguk knows, somewhere in his mind, that what he is asking for might be something he comes to regret. But if what Namjoon says is true – if he really is going to transform Jeongguk into something not human – then Jeongguk wants to feel those intense human emotions one last time.

With a wide grin, Namjoon reaches down and begins to unzip Jeongguk's jeans. "As you wish, my pretty little human," he says, dropping to his knees. "But don't be surprised if it becomes unbearable. Now…let us finish what we started downstairs, shall we?"

He is silent and still as his senses return, watching as Namjoon reaches with sharp nails into the waistband of Jeongguk's briefs and begins to yank his garments down. Slowly, Jeongguk lifts his arm, feeling somewhat distressed that his wrist continues to bleed enough that blood runs down his palm and drips from his fingers. 

He even considers whether he should bandage the wound and apply pressure and all of that first aid stuff, but the feeling of Namjoon's ice cold palms gripping onto his half-hard cock has all thought leaving Jeongguk's mind. 

"Whoa," Jeongguk mutters, feeling the forces of gravity momentarily disagree with his body as he shifts on his feet in an attempt not to fall. Even from just a single touch, Jeongguk is buzzing and needy for more. 

"Ever do temperature play?" Namjoon asks as his hands stroke Jeongguk to fully erect. 

Jeongguk is not sure he even knows what that is, and he shakes his head, saying, "No."

"Some find the chill of my mouth to be rather exquisite," Namjoon responds without missing a beat, sitting high on his knees. 

The cold, wet drag of Namjoon's tongue along the length of Jeongguk's shaft makes him groan and shiver. It is striking how different it feels, and he struggles somewhat to get his bearings. And then Namjoon opens wide and engulfs Jeongguk's cock, causing him to sob out from how cold but simultaneously wet and inviting his mouth is. 

"Fuck," Jeongguk groans, lifting his hands to grip onto Namjoon's lavender hair. "Holy fuck."

Namjoon sucks Jeongguk's dick with a fervor he has never experienced. With seemingly no gag reflex, Namjoon swallows deep and hard, groaning when Jeongguk's hips buck and tremble uncontrollably. Pleasure builds and crashes inside him, and he worries he may cum in an instant. 

And then he feels the sharp drag of teeth against his cock, and fear spikes so intensely that he roughly tugs on Namjoon's hair, to no avail. Namjoon stares up at Jeongguk as he presses the tip of his cock far into his throat, causing tears to form in his pretty, dangerous eyes. 

He is certain that Namjoon is fucking with him – making him feel the fear that he asked for only moment ago – and he does his best to relax. With his pants and briefs hugging around his ankles, it is not as if Jeongguk would be able to go anywhere, anyway; Namjoon more or less has him trapped, as always. 

Namjoon hums deep as his eyes flutter closed and he slurps and sucks, picking up speed. He wraps his hands around Jeongguk's hips and manually rocks Jeongguk against him, forcing him to fuck his mouth. Jeongguk finds the rhythm with his hips, though the pleasure is so overwhelming, he is certain that he will bust very soon. 

"Oh, god," Jeongguk moans, head lolling back while he continues to hold Namjoon by the hair. "I'm gonna cum."

As he chases his high, his hips rock faster, and Namjoon accommodates without any trouble, slurping and sucking and humming to the rhythm of Jeongguk's body. Even as flashes of Namjoon's terrible superhuman speed and affinity to lick his bleeding wounds play through his mind, Jeongguk only becomes more aroused rather than disgusted, pushing him over the edge. 

Namjoon swallows deeply the moment Jeongguk opens his mouth to croak out a warning that only falls from his lips as a moan. He cums hard, whimpering and sobbing as his body bends at the hips and threatens to topple over. Somehow, Jeongguk remains on his feet, hands sliding down to Namjoon's shoulders to anchor himself up. 

When Namjoon finally releases his cock, Jeongguk is relieved to find there is no blood. His relief is quickly dashed, however, when he notices red streaks in Namjoon's hair and realizes his wrist is still bleeding. Not only that, but he feels incredibly dizzy, and he is certain that it cannot be entirely from how talented Namjoon is at sucking dick. 

As Jeongguk lightly lifts his left arm and watches blood trickle past his fingers, he sighs. He should really be more concerned about bleeding to death, and he wonders if Namjoon has compelled him not to care. 

"On the bed," Namjoon instructs as he stands and finishes untucking and unbuttoning his black dress shirt. "I want to enjoy you while you're still warm."

Jeongguk grumbles something under his breath that even he is uncertain of, then stumbles forward, forgetting that his pants are still snug around his ankles. He reaches for Namjoon, who takes hold of his non-bleeding arm, and uses him as leverage to step out of his right pant leg and then his left. 

Wearing only the black tie around his neck, Jeongguk shuffles over to the bed, placing his palms against cold black satin and hoisting himself up. He is definitely woozy, and he practically falls face-first onto the blanket before crawling to where he surmises is the center. 

The mattress dips and Jeongguk is shoved down against the bed, gasping as he uselessly tries to find purchase against the sheet. Cold hands press his ass and spread him wide before an even colder tongue laps over his hole, making Jeongguk tremble and sob. 

Namjoon is rough with the way he prods Jeongguk open, barely giving him time to adjust before stretching him further. Jeongguk would beg for him to slow down if he weren't so enthralled with the way Namjoon handles him, and he wonders once again if he is charmed by the monster, as well. 

"So pliant and tight," Namjoon groans. "And so warm."

Jeongguk loses track of which ice cold appendage or muscle prises him open, occasionally feeling one wetter than the others. It isn't until Namjoon shoves him roughly onto his back that Jeongguk watches a beautifully nude monster in the form of a human man spread his thighs nice and wide and begin to spear him on his thick, frigid cock.

When barely a sound louder than a croak comes from between Jeongguk's lips, Namjoon pouts mockingly, whining, "Awe, don't die just yet, little one; give me one more orgasm first."

All Jeongguk can do is lay and take what Namjoon gives him, barely capable of moving his own limbs. The bed is soaked with blood that he knows has come from his wrist, and although Namjoon's cock feels incredible inside him, he is unsure whether his own cock is hard at all. 

"Fuck," Namjoon groans as he leans forward with one hand anchored against the bed. He looks impatient as he lifts his other wrist to his mouth and pierces his teeth into the flesh. 

Jeongguk gasps at the sight, certain that now they are both doomed; surely they cannot both survive puncture wounds to their arteries. Never mind everything Namjoon said earlier about surviving centuries, and all that. 

Namjoon, on the other hand, only seems mildly inconvenienced as he holds his wrist above Jeongguk's face and allows his blood to drip down onto his mouth. 

At first, Jeongguk flinches, disgusted by the ice cold, thick and brassy blood that drops onto his lips and chin. He closes his lips tight in the hope of keeping any of the liquid from seeping in. But then he gets a taste of the blood, and everything changes. 

Instantly, Jeongguk feels a pull to Namjoon that seems to take him by storm. He needs the blood, and he needs it now – of that, he is certain. 

Jeongguk reaches up with weak hands and grips onto Namjoon's hand and arm, tugging the bleeding wrist down to his lips. With an amused chuckle, Namjoon complies, giving Jeongguk what he needs while continuing to fuck into him. 

The combination of drinking blood from Namjoon's wrist while getting fucked by him feels like there is glitter shimmering in his bloodstream, alighting every blood vessel. Arousal crashes more intensely than it had before, and Jeongguk not only feels healed from his earlier wound, but he feels strong. 

The blood also tastes better than anything Jeongguk has ever sampled before, and he is desperate to get his fill, eyes rolling back as he moans and sucks and moans some more. He feels fucking drunk. 

Namjoon is a mess of groans and whimpers, and he begins to yank his wrist away from Jeongguk, who grips tightly with both hands as if his life depends on it. He is certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that without this blood, he may die. 

"Enough, little one," Namjoon grits, clearly struggling as his hips continue their assault, smacking sounds echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room. Before, Jeongguk could swear he heard and felt the pounding of his own heart, but now there is nothing.

Jeongguk finally releases his hold, moaning and sobbing through the quick, dizzying build and crash of an orgasm. Without warning, he sprays cum on his tummy, only to feel the pleasure build and build once again. 

"Yes, that's it," Namjoon moans, reaching to cradle Jeongguk's head, which lolls uselessly against the satin sheet, "I want you to cum again."

Namjoon grips onto Jeongguk's thighs, spreading him impossibly wider, and fucks him at a pace so punishing, he worries Namjoon's cock might burrow too deep inside him. Briefly, he considers begging for a break, but the feeling is so euphoric, he only teeters on the edge of overstimulation without fully plunging over. 

But then he begins to black out. Little blips of time and space at first, before he wonders if he is imagining things, entirely. Jeongguk blinks his heavy eyelids open to find Namjoon appearing like some kind of beast from hell with long, sharp teeth and glowing red eyes, fucking him with a fervor that almost feels like hatred. 

And then he imagines his chest being clawed open. The pain is dreadful, but he is also being fucked so good, he is incapable of reconciling the two feelings. He even thinks that perhaps all the blood in his body erupts from his chest cavity in one final, harrowing tug of strong cold hands ripping him at his ribs like an animal carcass. 

And then he wakes up.

He feels no pain or fatigue as his eyes blink open. In fact, he feels more invigorated and alert than he has in all of his life. There is nobody in the bed beside him, and as he glances around, he realizes that it must be dark outside, which begs the question of whether it is the same night, or whether he has fucked and slept well into the following night. 

The events of his night with Namjoon are so eerie, that as they seep in and he begins to remember what happened, he almost feels confused. Certainly none of that could have been real, but he clearly remembers the man existing, and he has woken up in a bed that must belong to Namjoon. 

Jeongguk sits up and stretches his limbs, pleased with how incredible he feels. He thinks that he could run a marathon and hardly break a sweat with the energy that courses through him, and he surprises himself with how it takes hardly any exertion at all to toss the comforter aside. 

Discarded on the floor are his jeans, briefs, and jacket, and folded on the nightstand appears to be his tie. However, Jeongguk decides that he is feeling brazen, and he stands from the bed and heads for the door in the nude. He feels so invigorated that he wants to find Namjoon and entice him into bending him over whichever surface they encounter first and fucking him until he is dizzy. 

As Jeongguk makes his way out of the master suite and down along the second floor hallway, he becomes aware of two things simultaneously. The first is the smell, and the second is the sound.

Just before the top landing of the stairs, to the right, there is a door cracked open and a light on inside, and without giving it any thought whatsoever, Jeongguk knows that what he senses is coming from that room, so he picks up his pace and walks a little quicker, feet padding over a soft rug that lines the center of the hallway. 

Nothing can prepare Jeongguk for what he walks in on when he opens the door, nor can it ready him for the way the scene makes him feel. 

In the dead center of a rather small, dimly lit room, is a nude person restrained by the wrists and ankles to a large wooden X. Blood pours from the person's left wrist and arm, and Namjoon stands off to the side, to the right of the person, also nude with blood covering his chin. 

Before Jeongguk can make his presence known, Namjoon's eyes are on him, and his grin is wide. "Hello, my little fledgling," Namjoon calls somewhat menacingly as he turns his body fully to Jeongguk and opens his arms wide and invitingly.

Jeongguk should be horrified, but instead he is filled with an overwhelming need to taste. He shuffles forward, almost robotically, and approaches Namjoon, slotting himself against his side, beneath one of his open arms. And then he begins to lick the blood from Namjoon's chin. 

The person restrained to the X groans – the sound that Jeongguk is certain he heard earlier – and rather than filling him with the urge to save or protect the person, Jeongguk finds he almost wants to mock the person and make them produce even more desperate sounds. In fact, Jeongguk finds that more than anything, he wants to rip the person's skin open and drink all of their blood. 

"I trust you slept well?" Namjoon asks sweetly as Jeongguk finishes lapping the blood from his chin and turns his attention to their captor. 

"I did," Jeongguk mutters, surprised by the quality of his own voice. He sounds dreamy, almost as if he is put under yet another one of Namjoon's spells, only this time, all he can focus on is the blood that trickles down the stranger's arm. 

Namjoon's fingertips on Jeongguk's chin and throat no longer feel cold, yet Jeongguk shivers to the touch as Namjoon asks, "And how do you feel?"

Moments ago, Jeongguk felt more alive than ever before, but now—

"Hungry."

To simply say he feels hungry is an understatement, but Jeongguk is so wholly enthralled by the wriggling person captive before him, it is all he can express. 

Fingertips push back at the hair around Jeongguk's forehead and neck in a delicate motion that makes him swoon for blood even more. Is this his life now? To crave and to drink and be loved? Is Namjoon really the monster he says he is?

"Feed, my darling. Drink until you feel their pulse still."

A strange pain overtakes Jeongguk's mouth, and he quickly reaches to his gums to feel the impossible – his incisors are sharp, just as Namjoon's had been. With a gasp, he turns to Namjoon, startled. What strange ritual has taken place? Has he already begun to change? Is he already dead?

Namjoon cups the end of Jeongguk's chin and smiles softly, asking, "What are you waiting for?"

Jeongguk has so many questions that swirl and dizzy him, but the only thing he can bring himself to care about is that tangy, inviting scent of blood. He stands high on his tippy toes and reaches for the person's wrist, but Namjoon presses a hand over Jeongguk's chest, keeping him from reaching with his lips. 

"The neck is so much better, my little darling." Namjoon reaches to tap his sharp fingers on the side of the throat. "Sink your teeth in right here, where you can see their heart beating."

Without hesitation, Jeongguk steps forward, grips the captor by the hair and roughly moves their head to the side. He can see the pulse beating against their skin – can hear the sound of their heart as if its squeeze and relax were being amplified straight into Jeongguk's mind. When he leans in close, dragging his lips over the skin, there is an alluring scent that seems so indescribably human that pulls him closer. 

Jeongguk sinks his teeth into the skin of the person's neck just as he had watched Namjoon sink his teeth into his own wrist, feeling a spark of arousal as the person whimpers and sobs. It takes him by surprise how much he has to really dig his sharp teeth into the flesh, but once it breaks, the blood pours into his mouth. So much, in fact, that he gasps and feels it run down his chin. 

It takes Jeongguk a moment to realize he needs to pull his teeth from the puncture wounds to properly drink from the skin, but once he does, he feels every inch of himself burst and bloom with life. How could Namjoon call himself undead when this is the most energized he has ever felt?

Jeongguk can feel the heartbeat against his lips – can feel as it slows. The captive continues to wiggle and cry out, but it is impossible for them to match Jeongguk's strength as he languidly sucks and licks at the pouring blood. He even decides he has had his fill before their heart has a chance to stop. 

"All done, my darling?" Namjoon asks, taking Jeongguk by the chin and licking over his neck and his lips and anywhere the blood may have been spilt. 

Jeongguk smiles and shrugs, saying, "You can finish them," and steps aside to watch Namjoon take his place at their neck. Blood pours from the wound down the dip of their clavicle and chest, and Namjoon licks a streak leading to their wounds, groaning as his lips close over the holes. 

Something about this visual makes Jeongguk desperate to feel Namjoon on and inside him – makes him want Namjoon to rip him apart and piece him back together again. Despite feeling sated, he also yearns so desperately to be fucked and adored and touched and tasted. 

Namjoon must sense it – or, perhaps, knows the way he must feel – and he steps away from the body that hangs lifelessly and smiles with blood-stained lips as he closes the space between their bodies to bring Jeongguk in for a kiss. 

Every cell of Jeongguk's body yearns for Namjoon. In an act of desperation, Jeongguk spins out of Namjoon’s hold and places his palms against the wall near the open door leading to the hallway. He pushes his ass out and glances over his shoulder, batting his lashes and asking, "Please?"

Namjoon drops to his knees and wastes no time tongue-fucking Jeongguk until he is whimpering and begging for more. Jeongguk must still be stretched from before, because Namjoon presses his cock in nice and deep without much preparation and grips Jeongguk by the neck as he carves him open, bowing Jeongguk's back so their faces touch. 

"All mine," Namjoon growls as he fucks Jeongguk so hard he fears his spine might just snap. "My pretty little fledgling, I will never let you go. All you need in this world is me. All you are in this world is mine."

"Yours," Jeongguk babbles between sobs and broken consonants, speeding toward orgasm as his body struggles to keep up with the myriad sensations that overwhelm.

In between moments of blissful pleasure come fierce, sharp moments of confusion, pain, and a thirst so unlike anything Jeongguk has ever experienced. It is as if he blacks out occasionally and returns a fiendish monster whose only drive is to kill, kill, kill! 

Namjoon placates him at times, pushing his buttons to make him more devilish – more angry. He fills Jeongguk's mind with a distrust for humans and teaches him how to lurk in the shadows and hunt. 

"When you learn to control your urges better," Namjoon assures, balls-deep in him beside two corpses in a dark alleyway with Jeongguk's leg slung over his hip, "I will teach you how to blend into society better."

Jeongguk has no idea how much time passes, but he lives only in darkness, only to feed on the blood of living humans, only to serve and please Namjoon. He feels frustrated, confused, and angry with Namjoon, who seems to lavish Jeongguk's unfettered need to be by his side. 

Despite the overwhelming pleasure and insatiable appetite Namjoon has for fucking him, Jeongguk feels trapped both in his need, and in his desire, to stay by Namjoon's side. 

"The urges will pass, my darling fledgling," Namjoon promises against his lips, hand tugging Jeongguk's cock until he screams out Namjoon's name. "Until then, I will take such good care of you. All you need in this world is me. All you are in this world is mine.”

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!! 🦇🩸🧛‍♂️🍂🎃👻😈💀 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!

i hope you had fun with this. please do not ask for a part two lmao my brain is mush and i refuse to perceive these two further. i have too many eggs in too many baskets!!!

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS MAKE ALL THE DIFFERENCE, AND LIKES ARE SUPER APPRECIATED, TOO!!! 💜💜💜

no tag list for dead dove contents! thanks for understanding!!!

Fledgling is copyright theharrowing 2023. no translations or reposting allowed!

#namkook #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #namjoon scenarios #jungkook scenarios #namjoon vampire #bts horror #bts smut #bts vampire #bts dead dove #fic: fledgling #bts fantasy & fangs

[whumpshaped]

i... .. fitz. u know the gist. im insane abt him. fitz and alexander both belong to the lovely @oliversrarebooks

tw vampire whumper, multiple whumpers, carewhumpers tho, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mind control

Rye knew they were supposed to be feeling something as they watched Fitz and Alexander on the couch, cuddling and being affectionate with each other in a way neither of them had ever been with them. They knew, because they’d felt it before, and they had an inkling in the back of their mind that it was an entirely human emotion, something normal, something any person would’ve felt in a situation like this… but they just couldn’t remember. 

The feeling was still there, buried under thick layers of enthrallment and conditioning. It didn’t leave them alone. Rye tilted their head and opened their mouth to say something, to… what were they trying to say?

Fitz glanced up from where he was splayed across Alexander’s lap, as though only just now noticing the thrall in the doorway. “Oh, Rye. Nice timing.”

They suddenly shut their mouth, immediately placated by the shallow praise. They walked over without question when Fitz gestured to them, little sparks of hope filling their heart and making it beat just a little quicker. Would they be allowed on the couch? Would they be allowed some affection too? 

“I was getting a little peckish.”

All that hope came crashing down as Fitz sat up to be able to feed, and Rye could suddenly place the mystery emotion quite well and clearly. Jealousy. They were jealous of whatever the two vampires had. They were jealous of being wanted for something other than their blood. They were jealous of being wanted at all, of being…

Fitz gently wrapped his fingers around their wrist, and their head was empty before their body hit the couch’s soft cushion. “You don’t have any problems with me feeding, do you?” he asked, and Rye couldn’t imagine why they would’ve done anything other than shake their head.

“Of course not, sir. Please, drink as much as you like.”

Fitz grinned. “I figured as much. But I just had to ask, since you looked so upset.” He lifted their hand, and Rye watched their wrist get nearer and nearer those fangs in a fascinated trance. They weren’t excited, per se, but they were definitely looking forward to the bite. “But surely, that was entirely unrelated to Lex and I having a leisurely evening to ourselves. Yes?”

Rye didn’t take their eyes off their wrist in Fitz’s hold. “Yes, sir. Entirely unrelated.”

“You could easily reassure them that they’re wanted,” Alexander interjected. “Which they are.”

“I could.” Fitz ran a thumb along the smooth skin of Rye’s wrist, still not taking any blood, merely soothing them until they couldn’t think of anything but providing it. “But we’ve had this conversation before, haven’t we?” he asked with a sweet, sweet smile, and Rye spoke without a second, or even a first thought.

“Yes, sir. We have.”

Alexander sighed, and if Rye had been any less enthralled, they might’ve picked up on some pity from the man. “Some things bear repeating.”

“Mhm. That they do.” Fitz leaned in a little, his smile endlessly condescending as he said, “Stop being so silly, Rye. Different people serve different purposes, you know that. Aren’t you happy you have a purpose?”

Alexander sighed again, even heavier, but it was drowned out by Rye’s enthusiastic, affirmative response. “Yes, sir, I am. I am happy. I’m so happy to be given a purpose, please, let me fulfill it.”

“I’d be cruel not to.” He finally bit down on their wrist, closing his eyes as he drank. Rye shuddered at the feeling, their own eyes fluttering halfway closed from the pleasant sensation. 

How silly they had been. They couldn’t even remember what had gotten them so worked up. Weren’t they content? Didn’t they have everything they could’ve asked for? They could feel Fitz’s satisfaction as he filled his stomach, and really, they couldn’t think of anything more they wanted from life than knowing they were pleasing him.

#whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #multiple whumpers #carewhumper #stockholm syndrome #manipulation #mind control

[velvetmud]

the met gala pics of pedro in that shade of red??? vampire he's a vampire. when he's torturing the silver lake guys and says the very gentle/terrifying "it's okay, I believe him" — i want that tone of voice as he drinks from you and soothes you through it, and while he’s drinking you you’re riding his cock

I go so all out with an idea that I have genuinely no idea how to make it short when I’m fired up ohhhh my god but this hit different. bless bless tho this idea fucking hit 11/10

warning(s): 18+ explicit, blood, daddy kink, dirty talk, smoking, drinking, passing out, generally dark vibes. you’ve been forewarned

-

he was drawn to you. the rapid thump thump thump thump of your heartbeat taunts him from across the bar.

it’d be humanly impossible for anyone else obtaining the same delight of smelling the pheromones dripping off of you in beads of sweat, coming down your chest - but that’s just it. joel wasn’t human.

he’s spent a good portion of his time in recent years bored and unsatisfied by himself. these days bar hopping in hopes to meet a woman to bite and drink and fuck became his new favorite pass time.

he eyes you sipping a fruity drink through a dainty straw. chewing on the melting cubes of ice. daring red lipstick leaving a stain around the tip after each sip. he wonders what it would look like if you smeared your lips all over the base of his dick. a grin crept on his face when he also notes it’s the very same color as the coat he has on.

god, and that fucking neck.

there’s over a million ways to turn a vampire on, given they have as simple of taste as joel does. seeing a gorgeous naked neck that just begs his teeth to sink into—nothing could ever get him pounding so fast. now you’re laughing at something one of your girl friends say, throwing your head back and stretching it out. almost mocking him.

joel’s intent stare doesn’t leave you as he took the last swig of thick whiskey remaining in his glass. settles himself down a little bit. the last thing he needs is for his teeth to come out in public, or coming on too strong. before he has a chance to flag the bartender down to order you something, he knows when it’s your scent coming closer. that steady growing thump thump thump of your pulse got even louder—

“hey there,” you greet him, cheeky as you flop down onto the chair right next to his. the space is squished enough that your knees brush each others. although taken aback by the pleasant surprise, he can’t believe it being as easy as dangling a carrot in front of a bunny.

“couldn’t help notice this coat actually matched my lipstick. thought to myself maybe I’d try and buy the man a drink,” you propose.

he loves just how easy you’ve made this for him.

joel decides his next move as if he were playing chess. his pale fingers crept over to your hand resting beneath the table, hovering for a moment before finally joining them together.

you feel the flashy gold pinky ring that shined in the light, figuring that must’ve cost him a kidney as he stroked the back of your hand. once he leans down in your ear, he can’t help himself but inhale the scent. licks his lips, he really isn’t fucking lying when he says —

“well sweet girl, I was gettin’ pretty thirsty over here. m’glad you asked. ”

-

two rounds of drinks he pays for later, you’re both drunk putty in each other’s arms. dancing on the lines somewhere between reckless and buzzed. making an obnoxious exit wrapped around one another, determined to get back to his. joel might’ve been tipsy, but he knows he’s got nine good hours of dark until dawn inevitably came.

he gets his lips on yours in the backseat of a cab. your lips felt so soft and cruel against his. the way your lipstick smears around his own lips makes it all the more thrilling. unbothered by the driver’s presence, he moans hungrily once he sees his chance and latches right onto your neck, like an addict’s relief after finally getting his fix. containing himself for when he’ll get to break the skin and taste the crimson running down his tongue.

you prop a thigh up and lock him in, running your fingers through his slicked back hair. ruining it. joel suckles on your neck with unquenched thirst, already working on a third hickey once the driver pulls up in front of joel’s flat. it took longer than it should have to realize the vehicle was no longer moving, as pissed as the driver might’ve been, but you’re both void of any shame.

as you both skip inside, unable to pull any limbs away, he practically has to kick open his front door.

the personality of the interior intrigues you as he welcomes you in. the vintage art crowding the walls, the sixties and seventies themed furniture, the red velvety comforter of the master bed. you also couldn’t help the curious eye at all of his blackout curtains. you don’t get the chance to start the question before he predicted you’d ask, telling you he just likes keeping it dark.

he wipes the puzzled look off your face when he goes in to grab your chin and smash his lips back down on yours, this time around not containing anything now that you both have the privacy.

“smell so good to me, angel. couldn’t focus on nothing else—fuck I ain’t getting enough. need to see you some more. let’s get those arms up, take this off, yeah. there she is. my precious fucking girl.”

he showers you in pet names and praise. that nose stayed buried in your neck, marveling at the skin. nipping gently and sucking the red skin, pulling back to admire his work and watch the mark turn purple. the vibrating beat of your pulse so close put him in a trance. one other greedy hand snakes down and began pinching and twisting your nipples. with there being no need to conceal any of your own thoughts and noises, you hum his obscenities right back at him, fueling his desires. when you whine in his ear for him to fuck you, he laughs and guides your back to fall down on those velvety sheets.

“mhm, just relax for me little one. lay back, let daddy do the work.”

judging by your squirming, you really like that.

still sticking to his mission, he slowly claws at your remaining clothes with intent. in the soft candle light of his room, you’re giddy once you spot the evidence of your lips still all over him. it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, it looked like red was even his favorite color.

his kisses get longer and wetter once he’s met the insides of your thighs, moving to your gushing outer lips. with a possessive grip, he squeezes your thighs in the palms of his hands and damn near salivates after you spread for him.

“prettiest pussy I’ve eaten in a long, long time.” he sighs. effortlessly raising your knees up to hook around his shoulders. his mouth waters and his teeth threaten to show as he lifts your hood up with his thumb. if he couldn’t see in the dim light, he’d be able to hear how ready you’ve been. “oh yeah. this is wet. is this pussy begging to sit on a cock already baby?” he taunts, smoothing the pad of his finger in between to listen to the lewd glide it makes. his stubborn dick bobs around, still helplessly trapped in his pants.

“take yours off too, daddy,” you plead, weakly pulling at the collar of his button up.

joel exhaled through his nose, still holding onto a great deal of self control even if you insist on breaking him down to itty bitty pieces. he prods himself up onto his knees, keeping those legs wrapped around him like a necklace before he gives you further instruction. “I’ll get the rest, but you need to unbutton this for me, angel, use those fingers.”

with haste fingers and patience worn thin, you manage to tear open the shirt while your feet rest on his shoulders. he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss each one as you finished up, his broad naked chest out in the open.

“good girl. spread those legs again for me.”

the shirt and pants that were previously in the way have now been carelessly flung to the ground by his arms. he eagerly nestles his head back down, guiding you to lay back again and let him continue drinking you up.

your pathetic pleas get muffled into the pillows beside you, your head thrashing back and forth like a fish out of water. if it was another woman, concealing all her squealing and howling like a bitch in his pillow, it wouldn’t phase him as much. but he fed off seeing all of your faces, pouting and scrunching up in beautiful ways with every swirl of his tongue on your clit.

“c’mon baby, stay with me, keep those pretty eyes on daddy. like when I can see those little faces you make.”

joel’s condescending tone doesn’t allow any room for opposition. with a nervous swallow, you obey. your reward for listening is instantaneous, because the tongue between your legs doesn’t relent, doesn’t resist once he has you right where he needs you.

he butters you up further to the point where you aren’t getting scared off by his experiments pushing the boundaries. gets harsher biting and nipping on your inner thighs when his fingers take to occupying you. he sees just how far gone you are, how you’ve creamed all over his fingers. you can’t even help closing your eyes again anymore despite his wishes. this time he lets you drift off and wallow in pleasure. you rigorously grind up and down to fuck every inch of his digits, distracted and immersed.

nothing could stop him anymore. now he wants to show his teeth.

wants to feast with his teeth.

joel’s fangs unsheathe from the upper corners of his gums with a clench of his jaw while you’re above him. oblivious. his tongue takes it easy on the meat of your thigh at first before slowly sinking his sharp teeth right into the meat of your thigh, drawing out some small drops of blood from the poke.

he groans like you’re the first happy meal he’s ever tasted. savors the little droplets of red beading from your skin, kitten licking to soothe the blow. fuck.

you’ve snapped your head up after feeling an unfamiliar pinch.

“w-what was—“

the bite he made still pearled more drops of blood and he catches it with his finger, sucking it into his mouth.“shhh, it’s okay baby. you’re fine. you’re okay.”

before you could ask any more questions he plunged another finger in you and fucks you with it. the pain immediately forgotten, you fall back into riding his fingers as he licks his leftovers.

“shit, I’m in for a treat. alright baby girl, m’gonna give you what you need. sit up for daddy. that’s right, pretty girl.”

he grants his dick a good few pumps from his hand before maneuvering you around to swap places. he lies his head back against the head board and settles you down on top of him.

you thought you catch a flash of sharper teeth when he grins down where you brush your pelvis on his. but you chalk it up to nothing more than imagining things, especially after the drinks you’ve had tonight.

“wanna watch you bounce on it for me. line me up, just like that,” he coached, watching you spread yourself with your fingers to accommodate his girth. he doesn’t stop eyeing your joining bodies like a hawk as you finally start to sink down, the head of his dick disappearing in your warmth. you close your eyes and breathe, slamming all the way down and surprising the two of you.

knocking the wind out of joel, he stutters and growls before tilting your face close to his.

“what a good girl, taking it all in one go—shit honey, that’s it.”

the sight alone of your bouncing chest as you rode up and down without mercy made joel wish he could fuck you like this in the sunlight. study every bump and curve and freckle on your body.

your neck extends just for him when he trails his thumb down to smoothe circles on your clit. he doesn’t miss the opportunity to dive right in, starting innocent to ease you through it. rough lips sucking and nibbling down. harmless at first.

his lap is drenched with your juices, filling you up with each pump of your hips relentlessly fucking him up and down. the trail of kisses followed the bone of your jaw, moving right up to your ear to whisper:

“want’chu to take a deep breath for me, baby girl. there we go.”

you’re too blissed out on his dick to ask questions, moaning out his name and holding tight onto his broad shoulders. joel can feel the vibration in your throat, every noise you make, amplified. your heart skips a beat once he plunged his fangs into the thick skin of your neck. he’s cutting deeper this time, instead of the innocent paper cut trail of blood coming from your thighs, it’s a stream that steadily gushes down to your chest.

the animal in him bursts out of the cage once the flow hit his tastebuds. he grasps your back to keep your body on him when you wail out of shock. the initial sting forced a scream out from you, but he just greedily keeps on drinking.

“f-fuck, what is that…. are you…?”

he shushes you some more, pulling back for the first time and moving your hair to the side. you see his mouth drenched in more red, but it’s sure as shit not from your lipstick.

“knew you’d taste sweet,” he murmurs, voice hoarse as he goes back in to kitten lick your wounds. he sucks down the drying trail of blood that made its way down your breast. he pants and sweats enough to sound like he just ran a marathon before looking down at the skin of your neck and then right back to your eyes. “you’ll feel so good, promise. just need to keep going. don’t stop riding, princess.”

your confusion muddles with arousal. the glimpse of what could’ve been fangs when he smiled down at you, the stabbing pain on your neck and thighs, the freaky black out curtains, not to mention his obsession with kissing your neck.

you’re dizzy as the world around you starts to fog. he sees how weakened you’ve become and takes over, bouncing your tired body up and down with his arms hugging around your waist. he couldn’t resist going back in to take another long bite on the neglected side of your bruised neck, drinking right from your flesh. more spills down while he shakes you awake to rub your clit.

“that’s it, stay awake and cum for daddy.”

you don’t know how he’s managed to still make you cum this hard while only being half conscious, but you’ve made an even bigger mess on his groin.

that was the final straw and he can’t take it anymore. he bites down on the first mark he made between your ear and your shoulder just one last time. he doesn’t hold back his own animalistic sounds, roaring deep down from his chest while his cum floods the mess of your blood.

as you both come down, he still takes some time to catch his own breath as he gently moved your boneless body to lie down next to him. he reckons you’ll either go through a little hell or just go to sleep. wake up as his own little vamp, pestering him to get fed. he can’t help it, he smiles when he really starts to imagine it.

propping up an arm to support the back his head, he extends the other arm to his night stand and fetched himself a cigarette. after puffing on it for a few moments, he noticed how he’s already left behind his own stain on the butt of it from your combined remanents of blood and lipstick all over his mouth.

-

up to you if she just d!3d or if he turned her then they live happily ever after and drink tons more people together. your pick!

this was honestly so fun to write, more dark au’s might be another route I’ll take in the future. lemme know if you get that appeal too :)

masterlist + buy me a ko-fi

#joel miller smut #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller/reader #the last of us #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fanfic #pedro pascal #tw daddy kink #anon

[sirenascales]

Object of Desire [18+]

You had to ask your crush for a favor.

Vanitas x Vampire!F!Reader

3,325 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, unprotected sex, scary elements??? not bad tho, blood drinking, biting

note: i tried lmfao pls tell me what you think ilu

The sky looking as beautiful as it did, with the bright sun and a sea of undisturbed blue, would normally put you in the best of moods as you made your way towards Hôtel Chouchou, where you worked. There was a haste in your step, your short heels clicking against the concrete as you swerved in and out around other passerbys.

"Amelia." Your sudden call of your friend's name as you entered the hotel made the woman jump in slight fright, her face growing concerned once she saw you. The vampire put down what she was doing, her eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What's wrong?"

Grabbing her wrist, you dragged Amelia to the nearest stairwell, making sure no one was around before you whipped to face her, making the woman jump again.

"Wh-what's wrong?" she asked again, getting a bit freaked out. "Do you need blood?"

You shook your head, your heart hammering in your chest. "I need to ask you something, Amelia, and I'm sorry but it will make you uncomfortable..." You hated to have to bring this up with her, knowing just what she had been through, but it was urgent, and you feared you would run out of time. "It has to do with... curse bearers."

Amelia gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth in shock as she stepped back away from you. "Are you...?"

"No! No," you shook your head, already feeling tears burn in your eyes. "It's my sister... I think she may have become one. She's been acting strange lately, feeling sick and just..." you worried your bottom lip, Amelia frowning as she hugged herself. "I'm so sorry... you're the only one I could turn to..."

"You want me to ask Vanitas to help your sister?" Amelia figured it out quickly and you nodded your head in affirmation.

"Like, he knows you, Amelia. I've only seen him around the hotel, so I didn't think I could ask him outright..."

"Honey... It's what he does. He will help you and you know it." Amelia grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze."But I'll take you to him."

You sighed in relief. "Thank you."

"So your sister is a curse bearer, hm?" the black haired man before you asked, putting a hand to his chin in thought. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, face heating up as you tried not to stare too hard at the handsome doctor before you. You looked over to his companion, a man with brown skin and white hair, who looked concerned as you told them about your sister.

"And when did you say your sister started to behave strangely?" Noé asked.

"I'd say around a week ago," you answered with a frown. "I told her something was wrong, but she just ignored me."

"She's probably afraid," Vanitas commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He turned to you, his hourglass earring tinkling very faintly. "And I'm sure she has become a curse bearer."

Even though you already knew it deep down, Vanitas' declaration was still a shock to you, and it took you all of your strength to stop yourself from begging him.

"Please, monsieur, help my sister."

It didn't take much convincing for Vanitas to agree to help you, and soon you were leading the two men to your home you shared with your sister. Against your request, Amelia walked with you, wanting to be of support.

"See, I told you he would help you. You just need to stop being so shy," Amelia said with a smile, ignoring your pointed glare at her as you two walked on. Amelia just giggled softly holding your hand. "You should talk to him more after this. How else would you get close to him?"

"Shut up," you hissed, glancing back over your shoulder. The men were talking to each other, oblivious to the conversation. Yeah, it was true that you admired Vanitas from afar, and how could you not? He was beautiful, and you just knew in your heart that his blood had to be delicious. "Says the one who always has heart eyes for Noé."

Amelia squeaked and you just smirked at her, turning your nose up as you led the party the rest of the way to your home. It was modest and quaint, perfect for two women to live together.

"Here we are, she should still be in bed," you said as you led them inside, fretting a bit as you called to your sister. "Souer, I have someone here who could help you." You walked into her bedroom, frowning when she didn't answer your call, and seeing that she wasn't in bed.

"She's not here," Noé commented, looking around concerned. Your heart started to hammer again as you frantically started to look around the house. You checked the washroom, your own bedroom, and had just opened your closet door when you heard Amelia scream from your kitchen. You sprinted there, nearly knocking the men over as you burst into the kitchen.

The sight there made your heart drop. Amelia was sobbing, covering her face with her hands. Noé gently grabbed her to comfort her, while you and Vanitas stared at your sister. She was huddled on the floor of the kitchen, her nightdress disheveled, hair in a disarray and her face twisted in such a way, it terrified you. You stepped back, the sounds coming from your sister's mouth as her fangs glistened dangerously shaking you to your core.

"Alright," Vanitas started, stepping up to the vampired with not a drop of fear in him. He pulled out a strange grimoire, and one glance at it already had you knowing exactly what it was. Vanitas smirked, staring down your sister with those piercing blue eyes of his. His grin had grown wider, showing off his sharp teeth. "Come get me."

Your sister let out an ear piercing screech, jumping up and coming right for the doctor. You couldn't help but turn your back and fall to your knees, screwing your eyes shut and covering your ears with your hands to muffle out any noise.

You stayed like that for a while, whimpering and just waiting for it to be over. Then, there were arms hugging around you, and you gasped when you looked up and saw your beautiful sister, back to normal and smiling down at you.

"I've restored to you your true name," Vanitas said, closing the Book of Vanitas and setting it away. He watched as you gently touched your sister's face, eyes swimming with tears. "Now that that's done, we have to- oof!"

As he spoke, you had shot up to your feet, storming over and pulling Vanitas into a tight hug. He froze in your arms while the others were shocked, watching with wide eyes.

"Thank you so much," you whispered as you held him tight, still crying as your sister covered her mouth and giggled softly.

"You'll have to excuse her... she's always been a bit too bold..." she said as you pulled away, smiling at Vanitas brightly.

"I don't know how I can thank you properly," you said to him, getting over any of the shyness you had around him. "You saved her life. Thank you so much."

Vanitas just waved his hand dismissively, stepping away. "You don't have to thank me at all. It is my job to help the vampires."

"We should go," Noé said, Amelia having calmed down some. "Amelia needs to rest and I'm sure your sister needs it too."

You nodded, going back to tend to her while Noé led Amelia out your home. Vanitas followed them, stopping to give you one last lingering look before continuing on.

The incident was obviously reported to Count Orlock, who then proceeded to place your sister to work as a live-in maid at the hotel, just like Amelia. You didn't like that, and you missed having your sister live with you at home, but there wasn't much you could do about it.

So you just went on with life, a few weeks passing by without incident. You worked hard as usual, always happy to see Vanitas and Noé (and Murr) whenever you got the chance to. You still felt a bit shy around Vanitas, and he was a rather interesting character to be around, to say the least. Still, you did try to get to know all of them, happy that you had new friends in your life.

You still had that silly crush on Vanitas. That wasn't going away any time soon, even with how annoying he actually was. But it was enough to make you laugh, make you like him more.

"You are so annoying," you gritted your teeth at him one night after your shift was done. You were just going to walk home, but Vanitas just had to invite himself to walk with you. "I can walk by myself."

"Nonsense! What kind of gentleman would I be if I left a weak, unsuspecting woman to trek in the darkness by her lonesome!" Vanitas responded, putting a hand to his chest in a dramatic fashion. You glared at him, briefly wondering why you even liked him.

"I can and will kill you right now, Vanitas."

"Oh, but you would miss me too much, non?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you continued on your walk home. The banter between you and the human continued until you made it home, frowning as you grabbed your keys.

"The house seems way bigger now that my sister doesn't live here anymore," you said with a deep sigh. "I know I get to see her every day, but I can't sleep peacefully now that I'm alone..."

"Maybe you should rent your room out?" Vanitas suggested and you wrinkled your nose at him.

"Ew, no. I don't want anyone in my house."

Your response earned a loud burst of laughter from the doctor, his head thrown back. Your eyes zeroed in on his neck, and you wondered... would he?

You shook your head quickly, looking over when you heard a commotion from your neighbors. A woman had fallen, and had cut herself on her leg. You didn't have a huge hunger for blood or anything like that, but the sight of it still made your mouth water. It wasn't like you needed it, but you still wanted to desperately sink your fangs into the neck of the man beside you.

"Goodnight, Vanitas. Thanks for walking me home," you said quickly, wanting to get away quickly.

"Damn, you want me gone that quick? I should be insulted, right?"

"It's not that," you replied, looking back at him. He took in the heated look on your face, and his lips twitched up a bit. "I just don't think you'd appreciate me attacking you right now."

"Wow! You are bold!" Vanitas exclaimed, excitement on his face. "But I don't think you get to decide that, right, mademoiselle?"

Your eyebrows shot up before you scoffed, walking into your home. "Just leave." You tried to close the door, but Vanitas just pushed it right back open, giving you a look that sent chills down your spine.

"I don't want to." Vanitas slammed your door shut, and you watched as he turned the lock. He then started to stalk towards you, making you step back quickly until you hit the wall. "Let's stop dancing around each other. We're not at the hotel now," he continued on, leaning in close and pressing his hands against the wall. You were trapped now, Vanitas' blue eyes now staring into yours, pinning you in place. "There's no need to hold back, right?"

You gulped, your mouth falling open some as you breathed heavily. Your fangs protruded a bit, your heart pounding as you took in Vanitas' scent. Here he was, serving himself on a silver platter. Vanitas put a hand to your cheek and you whimpered softly, face getting hot. Not only was your thirst for his blood got stronger, but your longing for him did as well, your body trembling. Still, you couldn't hold yourself together for too long, and you grabbed Vanitas' coat, pulling him in and pressing your lips to his.

You felt him smirk against your lips before he kissed you back, and you didn't expect such ferocity and heat from him. It left you breathless, your body slumping against the wall as he pulled back after a moment. "You taste so sweet..." Vanitas purred into your ear, gripping onto your hip tightly. You gasped, letting Vanitas lead you from against the wall to your bedroom.

He made himself quite comfortable on your bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap. He pulled you into another heavy kiss, his hands moving up and down your back before they traveled the rest of your body. Your entire body burned, his hands working wonders even through your clothes.

Your need for him just grew, and as you tried to get him to undress, Vanitas stopped you, easily overpowering you to now have you on his lap again a few moments later, completely nude, while he was still dressed.

"That's not fair..." you complained, moaning softly as Vanitas kissed along your jaw and neck. His actions were enough to turn your brain to mush, making you forget it all as he claimed your mouth again, hands fondling your sensitive breasts. You panted, head tilting back, breaking the kiss but Vanitas just proceeded to kiss on your chest.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you just couldn't take it anymore. Vanitas pressed his hand to the back of your head, pressing your face against his neck. Moaning, you wasted no time and sunk your fangs into his skin, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You were right. Vanitas was delicious, his warm blood pouring into your mouth. Vanitas had moaned, his body going rigid as his face twisted into one of pleasure, his face flushed red. You pulled away, licking your lips clean as you took in his face. You were sure yours looked the same, and with a hand pressed to his chest to make him look at you, you lost all sorts of manners and decorum as you spoke.

"Vanitas... I need you to fuck me."

"Tch," Vanitas' smile was almost mad as he grabbed your face, maneuvering you around until you were on your back, legs spread and looking oh so divine. You were shaking with anticipation, watching Vanitas unfasten his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose himself to you. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, body trembling at the mere thought of having him fill you up.

"That look on your face drives me crazy," Vanitas groaned, stroking himself a few times and marveling at how your chest heaved up and down. He licked his lip, pressing a thumb to your clit and chuckling when your hips bucked, a low moan leaving your delicious mouth. "I love it when people so put together lose themselves like this... hm..."

"Vanitas..." you whined, his slow, teasing rolls of his thumb on your clit not nearly enough to ease your growing need. "Please, hurry up..."

Vanitas tutted at you, shaking his head. "I let you drink my blood. The least you can do is let me play with you for a bit." His grin was wicked, eyes shining in want and amusement as you whined and fidget underneath him. It sure was a sight to see. He still circled your clit with his thumb, his other hand keeping your legs open as he continued to play with you, watching you writhe as your sweet moans filled the air.

Your mind was hazy, vision blurred with tears at Vanitas' teasing. You sucked in a breath, the coil of pleasure growing slowly in your belly while Vanitas leaned down to kiss on your chest again, laving at your breasts. Glancing down, you see the two puncture holes you bit into his neck, that hunger and thirst rearing its head again.

You couldn't take this anymore. He was going to kill you at this rate. Groaning deeply, your eyes flashed red and you flipped him over, Vanitas now on his back with you straddling him, hands on his chest. He grinned up at you.

"I've had enough of your teasing," you hissed at him, reaching down between you two to grab his cock. "I need you now."

"Then have all of me," Vanitas whispered back, and you moaned softly, lining him up to your entrance before you started to sink down on him slowly.

You two hissed simultaneously, your head tilting to the side as your eyes closed. He already felt so good, making you feel so full as you slowly sunk down on him. Your hot walls squeezed around Vanitas' cock, making his back arch off the bed as he grabbed your hips. Just as impatient, he pulled you down onto him fully and you cried out, hands clenching his shirt tightly.

"Vanitas!" you squealed, voice high. Your hands shook as you placed them firmly in his chest, his hands squeezing your hips spurring you on. You slowly started to ride him, his cock sliding in and out of you delicious with up and down motion of your hips. Looking down at him, Vanitas looked as blissed out as you felt, his hair spread wildly on the sheets, his cheeks flushed with a smile on his face.

"You look absolutely stunning," he cooed at you, blue eyes shining, his own moans leaving his pretty mouth. He didn't know where to look; your pretty face, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, or where your bodies were joined, it was all breathtaking.

"I want to taste you again," you gasped out, letting out a squeak when Vanitas thrust his hips upwards. He did it again, and again, using his grip on your hips to pull you down on his cock, hitting you deeper and making you see stars. The bed creaked, moans and cries filling the air.

You grabbed Vanita's collar, almost ripping it as you yanked it to the side. With him still fucking into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you bared your fangs, sinking them again into his neck. He gasped sharply, his gasp then turning into a whine as you sucked his blood, his thrusts faltering. With one more harsh thrust, he keeps a death grip on your hips, keeping you still as he cums deep inside of you, moans coming out strangled as his body shakes with pleasure.

The warm blood filling your mouth has your body tingling, feeling Vanitas cumming inside of you triggering your own orgasm. You broke away, some blood dripping down your chin as you cried out in euphoria.

"Oh my God..." you gasped, body trembling. You leaned down, licking the small droplets of blood from Vanitas neck, the man underneath you still shaking. He held you close, not even allowing you to move an inch.

Though you did eventually, the two of you separating and tiredly falling side by side on the bed. You glanced over, watching Vanitas situate himself back in his pants, his eyes closed and face still flushed.

"Are you okay...?" you asked softly, earning a tired smirk from the man beside you.

"I have honestly never felt better," Vanitas answered, turning his head to finally look at you. "I am enraptured."

That made your face go hot and you quickly whipped your head away, hugging yourself, seeing as you were the only one naked. "Yeah... well..."

Vanitas laughed, that same obnoxious laugh as he reached over, a bit roughly grabbing your face to press a kiss on your lips. "You're so cute."

You groaned, playfully shoving him away. "Shut up! Get out."

He laughed again. "Oh, mon chéri, not a chance~ ♡"

-End

Thanks for reading! I love you

#vanitas x reader #vanitas smut #vnc smut #vnc x reader #vanitas #🔞.nsfw #yeah lmfao

[whumpsday]

Astarion and the Cleric #1: Lesser Restoration

Masterlist / AO3 Link (first time posting on ao3 since original fiction doesn't get traction there and this is my first fanfic :P)

content: baldur's gate 3 (fandom), astarion/tav (ship), vampire whumpee, starvation, comfort, caretaking, blood drinking

so i'm trying something new! never really been a fanfic person, only ever really written original fiction before, but astarion's been taking over my brain. so i wrote some incredibly self-indulgent fic for astarion and my tav. this is maybe the least whumpy thing i've ever written lol. prob cuz the game has so much whump already. there will be whump further in the series tho, and i have some VERY whumpy AUs planned too.

-

It was a no-brainer to decide which of his delectable new companions to snack on. Astarion had been thinking about it ever since he realized that Cazador’s control over him had slipped. A free man, he no longer had to obey his wretched master’s orders. He could feed on whoever and whatever he liked, whenever he liked.

And of his soundly sleeping campmates, the pick was obvious: Gentle. Even his name advertised him as the one least likely to put up a fight if he awoke in the process. He was small for a tiefling, not offering as much in the way of blood volume as someone like Karlach, but he would do nicely.

Would do nicely, if only he hadn’t been such a light sleeper. Astarion had scarcely hovered himself over his curled-up form when his eyes flew open.

“Shit.”

Gentle woke all at once, before Astarion could steal so much as a nibble. He squeaked in terror, not quite a scream, grasping half-asleep for his quarterstaff.

“What are you doing?” the cleric asked, voice pitched with fear, clutching the staff close like a treasured plush toy.

“No, no–It’s not what it looks like, I swear.” Losing his place in the group would be far worse than another hungry night, a severance of all means of protection. That was, if the little priestling and his friends didn’t stake him outright. “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed– well, blood. It’s not what you think! I’m not–”

“Astarion, it’s okay!” Gentle interrupted, lowering his staff as the fear left his eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. You’ve been suffering this whole time.”

The complete sincerity was almost sickening, as relieved as Astarion was at the priestling’s ready acceptance. “Yes, well, I’ve certainly been peckish.”

“You can have my blood,” Gentle offered, pulling the neck of his shirt down a little.

Just like that. So utterly easy. He hadn’t even needed to ask nor justify.

Astarion couldn’t stifle a small laugh at the absurdity. “My, you certainly know what to say to a man.”

“I would never knowingly let you go hungry.” There it was again, that cloying sweetness. If the cleric hadn’t been actively helping him, Astarion might have been more inclined to roll his eyes at the display.

“And I appreciate it ever so much,” he replied smoothly. “Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?”

Gentle blushed a deep violet, a reminder of the blood that would soon be his. “Yes, I suppose we shall.”

Astarion directed him to lie down, positioning himself over the cleric before sinking his fangs into his neck. It was absolutely decadent. This must have been why Cazador saw fit to deny him the blood of thinking creatures, reserving such a luxury only for himself.

He was so lost in it, he didn’t notice Gentle’s little gasps until he felt a timid tap on his shoulder. “Astarion?” he piped up, “Could you stop for a moment?”

It wasn’t enough. He wanted to drain the cleric dry from head to toe, every last drop sating what he’d been wrongfully denied for so long.

But he had an image to maintain.

“Of course.” He wrested his fangs from Gentle’s neck, standing up and stepping back.

“Just a moment,” Gentle repeated as he sat up, motioning Astarion closer.

Curious, Astarion returned to sit beside Gentle’s bedroll. “Oh?”

The cleric clasped his hands together, his palms emitting a soft, blue light. “Te absolvo!”

For a moment, Gentle’s whole body glowed the same soft blue. It faded as quickly as it came, leaving him with a little sigh of relief.

“There we go,” he breathed, lying back. “You can continue. I apologize for interrupting you in your time of need, but I felt as though I’d faint otherwise.” He tilted his head to the side slightly, inviting him back to the bite wound. “I have plenty more blood now.”

Astarion stared in disbelief. “You’re quite the character, you know. Though I can’t say I’m not a fan of your little eccentricities at the moment.”

“He wept for the hungry,” the cleric recited dutifully, likely quoting some dogma. “I’m honored to be of service.”

Never had Astarion been so thankful for one of Faerûn’s useless gods.

After he’d truly gorged himself on hearty tiefling blood and Gentle had cast Lesser Restoration a second time, the two sat in the warm glow of the crackling fire, Astarion’s stomach full for what felt like the first time in forever.

“Do you feel better?” Gentle asked, rubbing the sore skin of his neck.

“I do.” It was an understatement. He’d scarcely felt this good since the night he became Cazador’s. “Good, strong, happy. I should be of far more use in fighting.”

Gentle hummed anxiously. “Don’t like fights,” he murmured. He smiled anyway. “I’m glad you feel better. May you suffer no more. Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t realize you were a vampire, I could have offered you aid sooner.”

“If I’d known you’d throw yourself at my feet, I wouldn’t have bothered hiding it,” Astarion said lightly. “Most wouldn’t be so…” Naive. Foolish. Suicidal. “Trusting.”

“Help all who hurt, no matter who they are. The truly holy take on the suffering of others. Suffer in His name…” Gentle trailed off, suddenly aware that Astarion wouldn’t care to hear it all. “I’m a devotee of Ilmater. It is my pledge.”

Lucky, lucky, lucky. Astarion doubted the Sharran would be so generous.

“Besides,” Gentle continued, “Regardless of my faith, I wanted to help.”

“Hm. Well, praise be to Ilmater.” Astarion tried his best to keep the cynicism out of his voice, not fully succeeding. He stood, preparing to go back to his tent. “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

“You can feed every night, if you’d like.” Gentle looked up at him with unabashed compassion. “It’s no trouble. Just get me when I’m awake next time, so I won’t be so startled.”

Astarion smiled, no longer taking care to hide his fangs. “That can be arranged.”

-

everything taglist (lmk if you only wanna be tagged in original fic):

@lilac-and-lemon-whumps

@t0rture-me

@whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

@whumpshaped

@pigeonwhumps

@the-scrapegoat

@whumpycries

@lonesome--hunter

#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #comfort #caretaking #hurt/comfort #starvation #fandom #fanfic #bg3

[fallenangelsfics]

ʚ supernatural creatures l 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌

warnings: 18+ ⁝ marking, pinning, kinda blood play, stalking (from a ghost tho), choking, fingering, rough sex, some might be a little scary

→ 𝖼han

werewolf

you were walking towards your house, which was located in the woods. it was already dark outside which resulted in everything looking even more alarming.

suddendly, you saw two bright yellow eyes staring at you profoundly. as the figure started stepping closer to you, your heartbeat skyrocketed. you shivered in fear as a reaction.

finally, when the form was only some inches apart from you and illuminated by the street lamp, you recognized the velvety gray fur that covered the wolf's body. it was your boyfriend, chan.

he ran away as if he was in a rush, leaving you puzzled. you analyzed your surroundings but you saw no one, increasing your confusion.

soon enough, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist behind your back making you jump in response, but melting instantly when you smelled the animal odor and realized it was him again.

he brought his face closer to your neck, giving smush kisses around it and roaming to your shoulders making you gasp in delight.

next thing you knew, he had already stopped his actions and picked you up bridal-style entering your house and well you know what happens next ;)

→ minho

demon

you were sitting in a bar drinking a few shots to ease your worries. you knew this wasn't the best way to deal with your problems, but right now it was what you wanted. as you were swallowing your third drink for the night a handsome man plopped down on the chair right next to you.

you locked your eyes with his and you felt completely mesmerized. it was like he was able to make you forget everything around you.

he got closer to your ear, brushing his hands on your thighs along the way and whispering "how about we both get out of here sweetheart?".

your first thought was to say no, but shortly after it changed and now you were following him wherever he was going. it was like he cast you under a spell and you had no power over your own actions.

soon you entered a luxurious bedroom decorated with modern furniture and contemporary art. abruptly, the unknown guy pinned you against the wall harshly. his eyes turned pitch black like a void.

you wanted to scream and ran away, but your body couldn't move and you felt fully submissive to him.

→ changbin

shapeshifter

you were walking down an alley peacefully while appreciating the orange sky displayed above you.

you heard faint footsteps coming from the opposite side, but not paying much attention to them. however, they started to get louder so you peeped your head in the sound's direction and you saw a person that looked exactly like you.

you stopped in the middle of your tracks as the person walked towards you.

you stepped back and tried to run away, but they were faster and caught you, pinning you against the wall.

suddenly your "doppelganger" started changing and transformed into a gorgeous guy with big muscular arms that was well known by you.

changbin, your "enemy" that you perhaps had some fantasies about-, brought his face near yours and pressed his lips on your own, leaving you breathless.

his hand traveled your body until it reached your panties. he moved his hand to your already soaked clit rubbing circles at a steady pace. small moans escaped your lips and a huge wave of pleasure invaded you as your desire for him grew.

→ hyunjin

vampire

you were currently sitting on your boyfriend's lap while you were making out.

he moved towards your neck nibbling it softly as your scent intoxicated him with pure desire. you could feel his fangs grazing against your skin as a sensational feeling washed over you.

even though hyunjin was a vampire he tried to be extremely careful at all times with you, a lot of times containing himself not to hurt you. nonetheless, you've always wondered how would it feel if he just bit you and drank some of your blood.

"hyunjin..." you called softly "please, bite me, i want to know how it feels." he looked at you seriously trying to see any signs of hesitation, but since they were none, he ended up nodding.

you felt his teeth enter your skin, a whimper escaping your lips. even with a slight feeling of pain, you enjoyed the ecstasy of the sting.

you placed your hands around his neck pulling your bodies closer to each other feeling the warmth between you too.

after a while hyunjin pulled away from you and hugged you tightly. you both stayed like that for a while just enjoying each other's presence.

→ jisung

poltergeist

you were studying in your living room peacefully when you heard a loud thud.

a shiver went down your spine and you wanted to scream and move, but your body wasn't allowing it. you were frozen on your spot as if you were absent of your body.

you felt a cold breeze brush against your skin, turning the air in that division paranormal.

you inhaled and exhaled slowly trying to calm yourself down, but it wasn't working and when you looked ahead, you shuddered as genuine fear invaded your insides and you fell on the floor.

a young boy with a tanned face was staring at you deeply in the eyes, but strangely he didn't look made of flesh.

in a blink, he scooted closer to you like a shadow and you finally managed to say something even though your voice wasn't very clear "w-who are you?"

he chuckled lightly but answered your question anyways "i'm jisung and i've been watching you for a while sweetheart. i know you and how many sinful things you do every day", he smirked as he said the last part of the sentence before grabbing your hand and making you stand.

his orbs pierced through yours as he squeezed your neck slightly. he said "be careful with your actions as they can be noticed by others who are hiding in the shadows" before disappearing and leaving you perplexed.

→ felix

hybrid

you were in your bedroom watching some impure videos on your phone when you scrolled to one that was particularly steamy and people were moaning loudly.

your fingers traced your skin, stopping at your bare core before pushing one finger deep inside of it.

you were so focused on your actions that you didn't realize that your boyfriend felix came in and was observing you.

without making any noise he ran rapidly grabbing your wrist harshly, questioning "love, what did i tell you about touching yourself, hum?"

a lump formed in your throat and you just stared at him without answering. he chuckled and soon after you were both naked.

felix being a hybrid, had a dominant side and if you disobeyed him he would ruin you mercilessly.

he slammed his cock inside of you at a restless pace as the rhythm of his thrusts increased with every second.

he had so much stamina and strength that he always left you powerless under him not that you really minded anyways.

→ seungmin

wizard

you found yourself waiting for one of the most well-known wizards of the century, wanting to ask him to do a spell for you.

you were getting impatient when he finally showed up in front of you. you had to admit that he was conventional attractive softening your frustration with the delay.

you guys chitchatted for a bit and afterwards you requested your spell. you asked him what he wanted in return and his answer shocked you "i want you".

your eyes widened, but you couldn't say anything back. you would be lying if you affirmed you didn't feel any lust towards him. seungmin went closer to you, testing the waters and when you didn't resist he started sucking on your as your legs trembled.

he picked you up and teleported both of you to a sumptuous bedroom with a spell. he led you to the bed and placed you on his lap, kissing you fervently.

→ jeongin

angel

you were walking by the coast, delighted with the paradisiac view you had over the horizon.

you found yourself over a cliff and wanted to see the sea crashing on the rocks. and so you walked towards the border and looked down, but when you looked to your side you saw a bug laying on your shoulder.

you panicked and tripped over a rock, falling down the cliff. your mind started assuming the worst and your eyes closed tightly not wanting to see what would follow. however, something unexpected happened.

you felt something emanating warmth and when you opened your eyes you saw a boy holding you close to him.

he had a cute angelic face and beautiful white wings, making you relax in him instantly. his aura passed a sense of tranquility to your soul in an unexplainable way.

he landed you on the cliff again, pecking and leaving you startled before he went away and left you questioning yourself if all of this had been a dream.

a/n: idk what is this but i tried my best :')

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids thoughts #skz #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz smut #skz thoughts #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #stray kids scenarios #supernatural

[nono-uwu]

First oc post i am shaking crying throwing up for multiple reasons and also anxious as hell- anyways, meet the man, the failure disaster gay, the forever doomed ginger(derogatory/lh)

I forgot to add his birthday omg, it's march 13th

Lore utc (i wrote a lot lmao), the uh post ch 134 stuff will be elaborated on later (or if asked. Actually, ask me anything about him. And my other oc's once they're posted. Please. I will answer in great detail. I also need a distraction. Pls.)

So basically, among the first few vampires (a 4th progenitor to be percise) turned by Shikama was a woman who showed great potential for spells and magic. She had a loving husband and child which she tragically lost in an accident. Upon turning into a vampire, her family was still the only thing on her mind. She accepted to help Shikama in his endeavors to revive Mikaela since she hoped she could revive her own family in the proccess. Unfortunately it didn't work. Disillusioned, she abandoned vampire kind and started searching for the possible reincarnation of her beloved husband, whom she may be able to have a child with and have family again.

Fast forward a a lot, and I mean a lot, of years and she arrived in 60s japan. None of the people she had hope for turned out to be the reincarnation of her late husband until that fateful day. She encountered a (rather pathetic may I add) man in his late 20s and it was like a miracle. The woman cornered the man in disbelief and from this awkward first meeting blossomed true love. Then everything went to shit lmaooo

The first problem was that the mans family didn't approve of the woman. Tough this didn't stop their love. Next was the issue of bearing a child, something that a vampire simply can't do. Well, an ordinary one but this woman was anything but ordinary. By some impossible miracle she bore a child. A biological child. (GIRL HOW?? We will never know and frankly, i don't want to think about it💀)

The child was, as expected tbh, kind of a disaster. Already born with pointy ears and sharp fangs. The child needed both human food and blood to properly sustain themselves. Drinking blood outside of their family would permanently stop their aging. Despite this, the couple was overjoyed. (And then named their child "mistake" bc that would help /s.) They named him "Machigai". Why tho?? I dunno man something along the lines of "a mistake but the best mistake of their life" bruh

So after Machigai was old enough to walk, but not old enough to remember, the mother diappeared, leaving father and child behind. The father did his best to raise such an... extraordinary child but it was understandably kind of impossible. Machigai grew up alone and isolated from his peers. He was always wearing a hood of some kind and rarley opened his mouth to talk. In high school, he met a girl who he became good friends with but she is another oc I'll post about sometime adlf,wpl.

Anyways! Come Machigai's high school graduation and 18th birthday, his father... disappeared. All he left was a note saying, that Machigai now owned the apartment and that there is enough blood in the fridge to sustain Machigai's thrist while he could grow and mature. To an already depressed and disillusioned Machigai this obviously didn't help. Throughout the next years he became a shut in, who only left the house if absolutely necessary. All he did all day was play video games, watch tv and later be on the internet. Once he ran out of his fathers blood was when things changed. He had to go out and actually find a new source of blood. Welp, sorry to unlucky bastards who went into dark alleyways at night bc these types of people became Machigai's source of blood. (That's when he stopped aging)

On one of these nightly escapades, Machigai was greeted by a large man in a neat black suit who called himself "Saito". Saito claimed to have known Machigai's mother and offered a deal: Machigai would offer up his unique constitution to the Hyakuya sect's research and in turn get a well paying job and a guaranteed source of blood. He agreed. "Welcome to the Hyakuya sect. I look forward to your performance"

Machigai was practically a lab rat for the development of cursed gear. Thanks to his half-n-half physiology he could tank wounds from cursed gear/magic n shit while still providing useful data to how effective it is. During this time Machigai aquired knowledge of vampire culture(?), became familiar with magic and it's quirks and learned how to perform simple spells and whatnot.

Around 2011, when the internet was already fairly well used, Machigai came across a forum dedicated to paranormal sightings. Various users claimed that a secluded spot in Kyoto was home to vampires. (Ferid was the one spreading these rumors btw) Most would have dissmissed this as someone wanting attention, yet Machigai was intrigued. He was well aware that vampires existed across the world but he mever knew how to actually contact them. Perhaps out of morbid curiosity, perhaps out of a genuine want for connection with people like him, he went to check out the spot. There, he met none other than the eccentric Ferid Bathory who specifically manufactured the rumor to meet Machigai (extra much?). He was well aware of Machigai's work for Rígr "Saito" Stafford and was trying to one up his father by stealing his most prized lab-rat. Machigai declined, not trusting a single thing out of that vampires mouth. Ferid left, already proclaiming that one day Machigai would be working for him.

Machigai stuck around that area as it was already well into the night and public transport wouldn't start up until the early morning. There he met another vampire: Crowley Eusford. Their meeting wasn't planned or meticulously calculated, it was actually rather awkward. Their chat was meaningless and short but in the end leagues above whatever Ferid likes to plan. Crolwey has already unwillingly heard about this curious being from Ferid and seeing Machigai himself left him wanting to learn more about him. Machigai was left a little hopeful, that perhaps it's not too late for him to look for connections.

So the apocalypse rolls around-

Machigai makes a deal with Saito that in exchange for his freedom (*eagle screech*) he would keep his mouth shut about anything the Hyakuya sect discovered while Machigai was there.

Machigai seeks out the Demon Army where he successfully keeps his half vampire identity a secert until someone on his squad gets blackmailed into revealing it. Before that, he gets a cursed weapon, a pair of daggers. And lo and behold, the demon possessing the daggers is his own mother. Unfortunately since the now demonic mother didn't witness Machigai growing up, she falsey believes to be able to still shape Machiagi to her will. After getting locked up by the army, Machigai completley gives up, only wishing for his miserable existence to end (spoiler: It won't! Ever. :) ). He ultimately loses any and all trust he has in humanity or just anything in general.

After about half a year of grueling torture and some experimentation, Machigai gets freed (kidnapped) by Ferid and promptly brought to Kyoto Sangiuem. Krul Tepes, finding Machigai to be useful in her fake-ish war against humanity and whatever she's planning with Yuu and Mika, lets him be part of the japanese vampires under Ferids faction. Ferid found himself unwilling to deal with the often uncooperative and irritated new "recruit" so he did what he does best and made it Crowley's problem.

After a rather agressive and disrespectful first impression, Machigai was officially a... coworker? of Crowley and thus also Chess and Horn in Nagoya. The three got the additional task by Ferid to somehow domesticate this feral and angry stray animal and get him to open up. At least that's how Ferids orders were phrased. Shenanigans, Drama and FeelingsTM ensue.

(How did I write so much??)

#might be obvious but yes i am going down an oc x canon route with machigai amd crowley teehee #ahem ok so i should probably make a tag for my ocs #nono's ocs #there. wow. so creative. #otherwise i could have (and tbh i want to) elaborate on certain event's but this post is alr so long #i'm normal. so normal. if you search up the word normal you will see my picture #this is also huge coping with chapter 134 if you haven't noticed #most of the doodle page was actually done while i was in class #top student behavior amirite #enough rambling #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #crowley eusford #oc #original character #chess belle #horn skuld #ferid bathory #posting this took a solid week of wrestling with my anxiety #shit got hands

[bubuslutty]

Bambi with fangs

part 2, all parts

Moodboard

pairing: lumberjack! frank castle x (mutant) vampire fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: attempted sa not from Frank tho obvs, typical Frank violence, mutants exist, (kinda) drug use and substance abuse, tell me if I missed anything

warning: attempted sa, violence (Frank beats the shit out of a bunch of people, no killing tho), blood

Summary: Frank wanted someone to bring a little bit of excitement to his boring yet peaceful life. Maybe someone who wasn't scared of anything, who could handle being with him and his bloody baggage of violence and death that he still has to drag around with him. But what he was not expecting, was to end with an armful of mutant, all fangy and pretty with blood running down her nose and chin.

a/n: I am NOT from the US, so I apologise in advance for using the wrong terms for things. I just want to write a fic of Frank having his own fangy gf okay??? even though he's a lumberjack, there's not much details abt his life here, but all of that will be explored in part 2, hopefully 🤞

Frank took a deep breath, feeling his overworked muscles ache and joints snap. He rubbed his face and placed his hat on the counter, raising two fingers to order two beers.

Frank was alone by the bar as usual, straight out of work and tired as hell. He really should be home by now, showering, making himself something to eat and throwing himself in bed to get some hours in before he goes to work tomorrow. But he always finds himself in the grim bar in town, drinking until Josie refuses to give him any more beer and reminds him he has to drive home. 

Frank wonders why he keeps finding himself sitting at a stool, hunched over his drink and mulling over his boring yet peaceful life. Maybe he secretly yearns for something, or someone to disrupt his routine. To bring something along the way, be it a bit of excitement, love or even lust, Frank’s tired of lying to himself that he's just content living as a virgin lumberjack, even if he chose to live that way. 

There are people in town, both men and women who have expressed their interest in him. Frank always politely declined their advances, not because he found them undesirable, but simply because he was still a dangerous man, even if he ran as far as he could from his old life. He doesn’t have the heart to drag anyone in and one day wake up to death at his doorstep. If he wants to let someone in and let them be associated with him, Frank wants them to be capable of protecting themselves from anything. It’s all Frank asks for.

Over the music playing from the old jukebox, Frank heard the commotion near the toilets. He looked over his shoulder and saw multiple shadows casting over the wall, but no bodies as they were all behind the corner. Frank turned to Josie, who was serving some other clients and she didn’t seem like she heard anything, but neither did anyone else. 

Frank felt like he had to stand up and go see what was going on. And he did. Frank gulped down the rest of his second beer and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, grabbing his hat and placing a few bills on the counter. He quickly looked over his shoulder and turned over the dark corner leading to the toilets.

The first thing he saw was a group of men talking in hushed voices, well, they thought they were talking in hushed voices but Frank could hear their voices clearly.

“What do we do?”

“I think I saw her before, isn’t she famous?”

“What would a famous person do in our shithole of town, idiot?”

“She’s pretty, prettier than your girlfriend, huh?”

“Is she breathing? She looks out of it.”

Then he saw her, slumped on the floor against the wall, hair on her face, blood running her nose and staining her lips and chin. She was wearing a pink lace bralette under a cropped jean jacket, jean shorts with a belt and silver-heeled boots. The stranger was also wearing necklaces, bracelets and earrings, all glinting every time a car zoomed in front of the bar and the light rushed in through the windows.

Frank noticed the men shuffling closer and noticed the second their looks changed and body tensing up. His stomach would’ve dropped if he was anyone else but all Frank felt was a wave of violent disgust and he acted before his brain could catch up. 

“What are you doing?”

The men flinched and turned around, eyes wide at being caught red-handed.

“Oh, it’s just the weird guy who works for Marco.”

“Listen, man, this is none of your business.” 

Frank clenched his jaw, his index finger twitching and eyes glaring daggers at the disgusting men.

“Leave her alone.” Frank said, voice deep and gruff.

One of the men glared at Frank, “Look man, we clearly don’t want you here, so how about you get the fuck out of here?” 

“Hey, calm down.” Another guy said to his hostile friend, turning to Frank with raised hands, in mock peace.

“Or you can have a piece, how’s that?” He said, grinning and making Frank even more starving to punch the man’s face in until his own mother can’t recognise him.

“Get her inside.” Frank said, lifting his chin towards the men’s toilets and making them snicker.

As the men dragged her unconscious body inside, Frank grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly sent a text before shoving it back in his pocket.

Me: it’s urgent

Me: walk down to Josie's and don’t tell May

When the men dragged her inside the toilets and closed the door, they placed her in a sitting position against the wall and then looked up at Frank expectantly.

Frank held eye contact with them as he slowly unbuckled his belt and they started snickering again but their snickers quickly died out when Frank started wrapping his belt around one of his knuckles.

“What are you doing?..”

.

.

.

.

.

Frank calmly washed his bloody hands in one of the sinks and glanced in the mirror, at the heap of bloody and unconscious men on the floor.

He turned to the woman and saw her move her fingers, struggling to open her eyes. Frank walked over and kneeled next to her, “Hey, can you open your eyes?”

The woman groaned and slowly opened her eyes, struggling to focus them on the man in front of her.

“Who are you?” She asked, voice rough.

“Frank. I’m Frank, and what's your name? Do you know where you are?” Frank asked, grabbing her arm when he saw he try pushing her body up from the floor.

“Careful, you’re drunk.” He reminded her, keeping a tight grip on her arm as she struggled to stand up straight.

“I’m not drunk.” She said, squinting her eyes at him and walking towards the door, trying and failing to grab the doorknob.

“Sure you’re not.” Frank muttered and twisted the doorknob open for her, and she started walking down the little corridor on wobbly legs, away from the toilets. 

He was about to ask about her name, or just escort her outside so she can get some fresh air and sober up, and hopefully call someone, a friend or family member to pick her up when she stopped dead in her tracks, falling back on Frank’s chest.

“Careful.” He grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn’t fall to the side and crack her head. 

But then he noticed her terrified face and frowned, “Are you okay?”

“No- Can you uh, look if there’s a man with blond hair and a beard? He’s tall- And he- Can you just check for me, please?” She pleaded and Frank nodded.

He kept a hold on one of her arms so she wouldn’t slip and die and he looked around the corner and there he was, the man she described accompanied by 3 other men as he spoke to Josie.

“Have you seen a girl around here? She’s about this tall and drives a pink car.” The man asked Josie who shook her head, “Sorry, haven’t seen anyone with that description.”

“Are you sure? Because we saw her car outside your bar?” 

Frank turned to look at the woman when he heard a gasp come out of her.

“That’s my car you’re talking about, asshole!” An old woman angrily said from the back of the bar, making her friends glare at the strange men.

The men looked at each other and thanked Josie before leaving the bar.

“I want to leave-” The woman choked out and Frank’s eyes widened when her body hunched over and she coughed violently, spitting blood at her feet.

“Hey, hey-” Frank held the woman’s body up when her knees gave out and her head rolled to the side, limbs limp and sweat breaking out of her flawless skin. 

Frank acted quickly and removed his flannel, wrapping it around her body and placing his hat on her head. His phone suddenly rang and he cursed under his breath, digging the device out of his pocket and holding it to his ear.

“Are you here? Meet me at the backdoors.” Frank said.

“Meet you at the- Frank what did you do?” A younger man said on the phone.

“Just meet me outside.” Frank said and hung up, ignoring the man’s protests over the phone.

Frank looked around and walked with the unconscious woman at his side, an arm wrapped around her waist while one of her arms was around his neck. He walked to the back of the bar, and luckily nobody saw them, then he pushed the backdoor with his shoulder.

The cold air of the night made him let out a shaky breath as soon as he stepped outside. Frank leaned against the wall, letting the woman’s weight rest on his side as he looked around.

“Frank, what did you do?” A scared voice suddenly asked.

It was a young man with big brown eyes and brown hair sticking from his beanie, staring at Frank and the unconscious woman with wide eyes.

“Peter, I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Frank said, digging a hand in one of his pockets and taking out his keys and throwing them to Peter who caught them without looking.

“Can you get my truck and I’ll explain?” Frank said, still holding the woman upright.

“You have blood on your shirt.” Peter said, pointing at the drops of blood on Frank’s shirt, obviously not his.

“Peter, please.” Frank gritted through his teeth and the young man glared at him and turned around to go get his truck around.

.

.

.

.

.

“Are you going to explain to me who’s this woman? Is she unconscious? Dead? And why do you have blood on your shirt?” Peter asked from the driver’s seat while Frank was sitting on the passenger’s seat, supporting the woman’s weight on him, her legs over his thighs and head against his chest.

“I don’t know who she is. I found her unconscious at Josie’s near the toilets.” Frank told Peter.

“And the blood?” Peter asked, glancing at the woman on his friend’s lap.

“Bunch of assholes were going to take advantage of her.” Frank spit out and Peter tightened his hold on the steering wheel, clenching his jaw.

“Did you kill them?” Peter asked and Frank glanced at the young man.

“No.” 

And silence fell between them for long time before Peter asked, “Why are we taking her to your place and not to the police station?”

“Some people were looking after her. And we don’t know if she even wants to go to the cops in the first place.” Frank said making Peter nod in understanding.

When Peter parked the truck in front of Frank’s place, he ran to unlock the front door of Frank’s house and turned on the lights so the other could carry her inside. Luckily Frank lives next to the woods, far from the other houses so nobody saw them.

“Why do I feel like I’m doing something illegal? If I get in trouble, I’m telling May it’s all your fault.” Peter said, closing the door and taking off his beanie to run his hand through his brown hair.

“Can you get me a wet washcloth? She’s burning up.” Frank said and Peter walked to the kitchen while the strange woman was laying on the couch. Frank removed his flannel from around her body and threw it to the side, then her jean jacket in an attempt to cool her body down.

“Here.” Peter gave Frank the washcloth and watched Frank move her hair out of her face and gasped when he finally noticed the drying blood on her nose, lips and chin.

“What happened to her? That’s a lot of blood…” Peter said watching Frank wipe as much blood as he could with the washcloth, and then use the clean side to dab her forehead.

Frank then used his other hand to feel around her face, especially her nose. “It’s not broken… I can’t tell if she had a really bad nosebleed or if this blood is not even hers.” 

“Not hers? How can you get someone else’s blood in your nose?” Peter frowned at the man’s words and jumped when the woman suddenly opened her eyes.

The woman blinked up at the ceiling, and then abruptly sat up and hissed, holding her head in her hand. Frank and Peter watched her in silence as if as soon as they make a noise they’ll scare her like a frightened deer.

“Where- Where am I?” She hissed, looking around the room frantically, cheeks flushed with the fever and eyes watering with the onslaught of light.

“You’re in my house, remember me? Frank?” Frank spoke as gently as possible while Peter watched her with wide eyes.

The woman frowned in confusion before realisation finally dawned on her, “I remember you. You’re the guy who- who- ” She approached Frank and sniffed the air around him, eyes glancing down at the blood on his shirt. 

“You didn’t kill them.” She said with surprise.

Frank didn’t know what to say so he looked at Peter, who was even more confused and slightly scared than he was.

The strange woman stood up but her legs immediately wobbled and she almost fell face first but Peter luckily grabbed her.

“Take it slow, Bambi.” Frank scolded, hands hovering in the air.

However, the woman didn’t seem like she heard Frank and was looking up at Peter with wide eyes.

“You smell really nice.” She pointed out.

“What?”

The woman stood up straight, well, as much as she could while using the couch as support.

“Uhm, sorry about that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” She quickly said, scratching her neck and breathing deeply.

“Look, you’re still drunk so sit down.” Frank sighed and stood up to drag her to sit down or she’ll fall, crack her head open and die in his living room.

“I’m not drunk.” She fiercely hissed at him and Frank’s eyes widened when he saw two unnaturally sharp canines glinting between her pink glossy lips.

“I think I’ve got a lethal dose of drugs in my system.” She muttered, scratching her neck and walking around the living room on still wobbly legs, looking for something to drink.

“Lethal dose of- Frank, we have to go to the hospital right now.” Peter said mildly terrified and very concerned.

“No! I don’t need to go to the hospital!” She shouted, whipping her head towards the two frozen men.

“You’re going to die.” Frank said.

“No, I won’t. Just tell me where’s your fridge.” She said.

“How are you so sure it’s not going to kill you? You can’t even walk straight.” Frank frowned and got up, walking over to his kitchen while Peter just stood there, gawking at her and the fangs he saw a couple of seconds ago.

“You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m a vampire, a type of mutant.” She said, bringing her fingers to pull her lip up and expose sharp canines.

Frank’s eyes widened and she scoffed, “Don’t look at me like that, he’s a mutant as well, this shouldn’t be news to you.” 

She walked up to him and nudged him to the side and started rummaging through the fridge.

“How did you?-” Peter looked mortified but also incredibly intrigued at the same time.

“Smelled you.” She quickly answered before completely inhaling a beer bottle seconds.

Frank watched her drink all of the beers in his fridge, one after the other without breaks to even breathe. When she drank all of them, she closed the fridge and held Frank by the shoulder, “Sorry about your beers, but gotta flush the drugs out of my system somehow.” 

“Who are you?” Peter managed to finally ask.

The woman looked at him and then glanced back at Frank’s perplexed face, “You can call me Bambi, for now.”

tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @awkwardalie @enretrogue @itwasthereaminuteago @snowkestrel

Here's also a small treat I found on Pinterest (LOOK AT JON'S BEARD WHAAAA)

#frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #frank castle #frank castle x female reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x you #frank castle x fem!reader #the punisher x reader #the punisher imagine #the punisher smut #the punisher mcu #the punisher #the punisher x fem!reader #the punisher x female reader #the punisher x y/n #the punisher x you #the punisher fluff #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher fic #mature #mature themes #frank castle fanfic #frank castle fluff #jon bernthal #bubuslutty writes

[bottombaron]

theory #2 

Nandor was on the balcony the whole time.

So I'm not going to waste time trying to convince anyone that Nandor Knows. Basically you do or you don't. For me it could go either way. I don't think there's necessarily enough proof in the text that he knows, just that 1. The show writers are clever enough to not actively disprove it (they do this all the time with things, it's something I admire. wwdits loves nothing more than its red herrings) 2. Im 97.3% sure Kayvan Novak was playing Nandor, post The Baron being fried part 2 electric boogaloo, as knowing Guillermo is a vampire - and that he was never coming back after fleeing. Not to get into actor objectives, etc. here, but that doesn't have to be supported by the text or something he's been told to do. As an actor you basically come up with these choices on your own by your own interpretations and what you feel would be the most interesting choice. I know a lot of people who have theories and will point to an actor's choices as proof of something that probably isn't in the text of the scripts themselves and those choices don't really have as much connection to the intent of the author as you might think. Although, I personally find an actor's choices more compelling than what’s in the text, especially if it’s an interesting one that makes for a compelling emotional arc for the character.

tldr; my gut says that Kayvan is playing Nandor like he knows; at least in the last half of this episode. But even if he is, that doesn't necessarily make it canon. 

So, moving to the meat of the theory, a small thing that got me thinking is - we don't see (or hear) Nandor for a very long time during Guillermo’s confession. We don't hear him crashing around in the background, comically trying to set up a platter of blood, no insert shots of a camera spying on him while Guillermo’s voice carries over in order to give an extra weight of guilt to the words confessing his betrayal…there’s nothing. Now, again, this isn't proof. I just find it unsettling whenever characters talk about someone and you can't see where the subject of their conversation is, and yet you know that they're close by. It’s such a classic set up for the ‘oh no they were right behind you all along’. (ngl I was certain that Nandor was going to be right behind The Guide the whole time because her blocking put her hiding most of the hall from view and that had my palms itchy with suspicion). Of course tho all these things could have perfectly innocent explanations for them. That's again a big strength of wwdits that gets often overlooked: They know the tropes and either lean so heavily on them to the point of absurdity or more commonly subvert them in some way. Wwdits isn’t a sitcom, it's a satire of a sitcom. They want you to be thinking “where is Nandor?” during this scene, subconsciously, in the back of your mind. Even if it does nothing more than just to fuck with us. 

A final third thing that tickled my spidey-sense is that we never see the full balcony after Nandor goes to fetch the drinks. Here is the shot set up right before, during (Nandor’s absence), and after:

Most of the set up here before Nandor leaves is in a wide shot that shows majority of the stairs and balcony. Which makes sense, it’s the best way to fit everyone, including Colin on the left of the stairs and Nadja on the right, into the same shot. But once Nandor walks down the hall that shot is replaced with mid shots and shot-reverse-shots between Guillermo and The Baron. Even at the ‘During’ point, where The Guide is speaking and we get the widest shot of the foyer - we only just barely reach over the middle of the balcony, and by then Guillermo had already confessed.

Right when Nandor comes back tho? We’re back to the wide shots that include the balcony. 

Now, the hardest part of such a simple theory was understanding the house layout better in order to know how/if Nandor could get to the balcony from the back of the hallway (and not the front staircase) without being seen, since all we know is that he heads down the hall when he announces he will go get a “carafe of blood”. Logically I thought that he would head to the kitchen.

Which then got me thinking…where the fuck is the kitchen??  

Sadly the floor plans released by the set designer aren't actually that helpful in answering this because it shows that kitchen on the first floor, the first door on the right. But we know that the first door on the right isn’t the kitchen due to the pilot and Go Flip Yourself episodes. The pilot shows a smaller, dimly lit area with different fixtures that is probably either a storage area or a restroom. In Go Flip Yourself, we know that the wall would have been taken out in order to extend Guillermo’s alcove into a proper room, which they wouldn’t have done if it was adjacent to the kitchen since they were ment to renovate that area too. Plus there was septic sewage seeping in under his floor which lends more to it being a first story bathroom (also because I don’t think that there is anywhere else to put a bathroom on the fist floor according the floor plans). The other doors on the left are Nandors room and the other room on that side probably leads to the basement since Guillermo exits that way from the cage he was held in season 3. On the other side we have one more door that I have no idea where it goes to but if I had to guess I would think it’s maybe Nadja’s and Laszlo’s room. Then there’s a little adjacent alcove/hallway at the very end. Here we have a lamp, a clock, and either a chair or a giant feather thing on one side. And on the other side there is a blue door.

And I only had to find all that out by rewatching several episodes and freeze-framing multiple times to the point of agony.

Making my best guess as to where the kitchen is: it’s probably at the very, very end of the hallway, past all the bedrooms and main hallway, to the blue door on the right side of the alcove. I figured this by the blue door having a similar door handle and that it opens in from the left instead of the right like all the others on the same floor. 

So. The most logical thought is that Nandor went into the kitchen in order to get the drinks, right? But how does this get him to the balcony? 

In the Local News episode, Guillermo makes towards down the hall with his dinner but Colin Robinson stops him and tells him not to go that way. Here we see Guillermo put his hand on the left stair banister to indicate that he is going to take the stairs up and head to the dining room on the second floor.

If Guillermo goes to the dining room from upstairs then we can make the leap that the dining room was the intended location to begin with when he was going down the hall. So - there must be a way to do that, right? In the little tag at the end of the episode Guillermo finishes his dinner and goes right instead of left like he did when he was running away from The Baron.

He then takes these little stone stairs to the first floor but right before that we have a small little peak of horizontal subway tile.

Which is the exact subway tile that we see in the kitchen.

So the kitchen connects to the staircase to the second floor in the hallway of the dining room. And, because we have just seen Guillermo run down that same hallway and take a left, crashing into the wooden frame and onto the first floor…

… if Nandor took those same stairs up, went down the hall, past the dining room, and took a left….he would be right on the balcony. 

Looking down on Guillermo's confession.

And, since nothing happens in wwdits without being filmed the next question would be: well ok but was it filmed? Because if it wasn’t filmed then it didn’t happen. You can’t have the reveal. Now wwdits doesn’t exactly play fair all the time with its film crew. There’s several times when a shot is impossible by virtue of it supposedly being filmed in real time. And really, that’s just going to happen. You can’t use a lot of film language already with how wwdits is filmed and making sure every shot is in accordance to roughly 4-5 in-universe apparently human people with no reshoots is impossible. But we have been a little bit more trained to think about the film crew this season, what with them actually participating more into what we’re shown - the set up of shots, hearing them ask questions and push Guillermo to talk about his turning with Derek, the crew that followed Guillermo to talk to his mother is actually pointed out to be two people, when his aunt asks them if they're hungry. From that we can also start thinking about how there are probably two people per plot (a plot and b plot), one for camera and another most likely a producer or sound guy. And we know that just about everyone is downstairs in this intervention, with the exception of Laszlo, who is catatonic and easily visible in the library on everyone’s right. So if just about everyone is in one place you would only need two people here. The other two would follow the ‘b’ plot: Nandor. But we don’t see anyone follow him down the hall. 

Well, again keeping in mind impossible shots happen all the time, I don’t think it’s a stretch to give a little weight to this shot here:

Right after Guillermo and The Baron part ways and Guillermo opens the door, frying the Baron for the second time, that shot is caught from the balcony, but it would have been ‘impossible’ considering none of the crew were seen going upstairs. Even if they had left with Nadja or Nandor when the camera had turned to close in on the The Baron and Guillermo’s conversation, both of them had gone down the hall on the first floor (most likely to their rooms) while The Guide went across, away from the stairs, probably to the library with Laszlo. So there would have been no reason for them to be upstairs if they were following the vampires like they’re supposed to.  

Unless, they were already upstairs to begin with. 

Conclusion:

So we have the opportunity and means for both part of the camera crew and Nandor to have been up on the balcony while Guillermo confessed:

A part of the crew, probably stuck upstairs after Guillermo had run away from The Baron, stayed up there for any number of various reasons. Damage to their equipment, resetting equipment, etc. but either way, they’re not necessary to film the gang downstairs since they are all together at the moment. 

Nandor, going down the hall, to the very end, and then to the right puts him into the kitchen. From there he either can’t find a platter, cups, blood, becomes curious, who the hell knows, and decides to go upstairs using the tiny stone staircase hidden there. (maybe he is looking for a fancy platter to put the drinks on and they would be all upstairs in the dining room since they were just hosting a party). 

Maybe hearing his name or anything else to spark his curiosity he walks down the hall and towards the balcony that Guillermo was just running down a few minutes earlier. There he watches Guillermo talk about being turned by Derek. 

The other half of the crew that were left upstairs get lucky enough to catch it on tape and then lucky again to get a perfect shot of The Baron being fried for a second time when that happens later. 

Nandor returns to the group with his platter of drinks, knowing that Guillermo went behind his back to be turned by Derek. No one but the crew knows he was ever up there.

And that is how (I think) Nandor was on the balcony the whole time.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #nandor #nandor the relentless #wwdits spoilers #but that’s just a theory… A GA- *gets shot* #dear god there’s no way i’m going to be able to get thru all my theories before the finale airs #these fuckers take too much time #i’ll try for one more - either The Missing Abomination or Nandor’s Pepsi Challange

[weird-is-life]

hi! Can I request something with tasm! Peter Parker and f! vampire! reader?

I would love to see your writing in this kind of setting

Also thank you very much 🫶🏻

Hii lovely, ty for the request🥰! This was fun to write, hope it's at least a little okay. Warnings: mentions of blood, fangs, use of pet names, (1.1k)

Peter thought, he's seen everything after he'd became the Spiderman, but then he met you.

It was a complete coincidence that you two met. Peter was finally on his way home after patrolling almost the whole night when he spotted you.

You were walking down the quiet, dark streets alone with arms full of red bags that very much looked like bloody bags. Peter didn't know what to think.

Yes, it looked suspicious, but he was too tired to investigate it more closely, and he didn't think that pretty girl like you would have bags filled with blood. So he let it go.

Then he saw you for the second time with the same red bags, and for the third time he knew he couldn't just let you go.

Peter swung right in front of you, making you freeze in fear, "whoa Spiderboy you scared me!" You giggled with your hand over you heart.

"I'm sorry, but it is my duty to ask what is a pretty girl like you doing out here so late at night alone?" you looked baffled at him, you weren't expecting to meet anyone out there at that time of the night let alone the Spiderman.

"N-nothing, I was just at the s-store," you clutched the plastic bag tightly to your chest, trying to hide it out of his view. You knew buying blood, even if so late at night, was still a very bad idea.

"Nothing? Really?" he chuckled at your very poor attempt of lying, "c'mon, I've seen you more than once like this. And you know how it looks like to me?"

You looked at him nervously, "h-how?"

"Well, it doesn't look good. I've seen you multiple times with bags filled with red liquid, and I wasn't sure before, but I am pretty certain just from the smell of it that it's blood-"

"Wait, I can explain-" you interrupted him.

"It's blood, and I don't even wanna know whose blood that is. So I guess, you understand that I'm gonna have to make you come to the police with me, right?" he looked so done like he would have rather be anywhere else, but there.

"No, no, please-" you started to panic.

"I'm sorry, but I can't just let you go," Peter sighed.

"I can explain, "you quickly told him, eyes pleading for him to just let you tell him the truth.

"Right, just come so we can both have it over with," Peter really didn't want to spend anymore time hearing your made up excuses. He's heard those too many times now.

"Please, let me just-" Peter ignored you, and just webbed your hands together.

"C'mon," he started slowly pushing you to walk after him, not cruelly tho, he was still being nice.

"Please, just listen to me," you begged, there was no way you could go to the police because how would you explain it all, you couldn't.

"You can explain everything to the cops-"

"Just stop," you suddenly raised your voice, finally getting his attention, and making him turn around to look at you again.

"It is blood, but i-it's cow's blood," you told him quietly.

"Okay, I'll bite...Why would you need cow's blood?" Peter was genuinely confused why would anyone need it.

"I-I..."you couldn't find the words to tell him without sounding completely crazy.

"I drink it," you whispered, cheeks going red from the embarrassment.

"You drink- What?" even if you couldn't see his face you knew he was weirded out.

"I-....Just look....," you didn't know how to explain it normally so you just stuck out your fangs.

Peter took a step back, completely taken aback by your actions. It took him a few moments to process what exactly was he seeing, but after that he had so many questions.

"No way, you're a vampire? Oh my god, this is so fucking crazy. How did it happen?" Peter couldn't contain his excitement about the new discovery, and swiftly undid the webs from your hands, and then he started to ask you all kind of questions about what's like to be a vampire.

That's how your relationship with Peter started.

-

You come over to Peter's apartment, and as soon as he opens the door his lips are on yours. He manages to maneuver you inside, and close the door behind you, and at the same time his lips never leave yours.

Peter kisses you until there's no air for the either of you to breath, and because your fangs accidentally come out, and nip his lip just a little.

Peter doesn't mind tho, he's gotten used to it over the few months now. He actually finds it pretty hot, yes he's weird like that, and he doesn't care.

"Sorry," you say sheepishly when you notice it, "I didn't have any time to drink yet."

"And shit, " you suddenly remember the forgotten bottle at home," I forgot my bottle home."

"It's okay, babe, I don't mind, you can bite me all you want," Peter jokes, making you smile too.

"Thanks, Pete, " you giggle, and roll your eyes, "but seriously I forgot the bottle, I have to go home."

"No, you don't, " Peter grins at you.

"Yes, I do, Pete. Or do you really want me to bite you, huh?" you raise your eyebrows at him teasingly.

"I really do actually, but do you really need to go? You just got here," Peter sighs all puppy eyed.

"I'm sorry, Pete. I'll try to be as quick as I can, yeah?" you kiss him on the cheek, and try to leave. You don't get far as Peter catches your arm.

"Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart. I'm coming with you, we can swing through the city. It'll be much more faster," Peter tells you as he quickly puts on his shoes.

"No swinging, Peter. I'm pretty sure that my head was spinning for the next few days after you swung me around city the last time. So no swinging, Pete," you say to him as he takes your hand into his.

"Okay, okay, sweetheart. But for the record I think you did great that last time," Peter compliments you. He does that a lot. Sometimes he compliments you so much that you blush like crazy.

"The sweet talk won't help you convince me, Pete, but thank you," you tell him your fangs visible with a smile.

"Babe, you look so hot with the fangs now, have i told you that?" Peter grins at you, already leaning in to kiss you. Obviously trying to distract you.

"Pete, now is not the time to make out, I'll nip you again," you say against his lips before you push him away, and quickly get away from him with a cheeky giggle.

"You're such a minx. I'll get you back once we get home," Peter runs after you as you try to escape him rushing down his hall with a wild laugh.

#tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm! peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x fem!reader #tasm!peter parker fanfiction #tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker

[wizardfrog69]

୨⎯ "what Halloween costume they would wear" ⎯୧

Note: in some of the scenarios the character will have a s/o

Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Kunikida, kyoka, dazai, mori, higuchi, Elsie, oda, ango, Fitzgerald, poe, lovecraft, Twain, fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, natsume and Shibusawa

Fukuzawa:

ᓚᘏᗢ he wouldn't wear a costume

ᓚᘏᗢ if he has a cat then it will have a tiny costume, probably like a tiny pumpkin, tiny pumpkin cat

ᓚᘏᗢ if his s/o wants to dress up for Halloween then he won't appose

ᓚᘏᗢ if he was asked too choose his s/o costume then you know it will be a cat costume, no exceptions

Akiko Yosano:

⛨ would dress up as a sexy nurse

⛨ would make their s/o other look like a realistic dead body too scar all the kids 🥰

⛨ sexy nurse and sexy patient couples costume

Atsushi Nakajima:

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ he will just turn into a tiger and call it a day if he doesn't want to do anything for Halloween

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ kitty lost its tail nooooo :'(

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ would dress up as a rich person

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ I have no idea what he would dress up as

Doppo Kunikida:

✒ doesn't do Halloween

✒ definitely doesn't dress up

Kyōka Izumi:

❀ a cute little bunny or something

❀ I don't see her as celebrating Halloween

❀ but maybe she would after going into the ada

Osamu Dazai:

⛐ yeah a fucking car and weird lines is a perfect representation of dazai

⛐ 100% would wear a costume

⛐ couples costumes 24/7

⛐ the two of you would go as gomez and morticia addams

⛐ annoys everyone at the agency about the fact that he has a partner to wear a couples costume with

Ogai Mori:

☵ fuck it he gets a water emoji code

☵ would only dress up to go trick or treating with elise

☵ would dress up as a vampire or the phantom of the opera

☵ if he has a s/o then he will joke about drinking their blood if he wears the vampire costume actually drinks the blood

Ichiyō Higuchi:

⚔ couldn't find a gun so a sword it is

⚔ would absolutely LOVE to do a couples costume

⚔ she would wear some cute costume probably

Elise:

۵ she would dress up but idk what she would dress up as

۵ maybe like a princess or something

۵ or maybe jesse from breaking bad

Sakunosuke Oda:

☆ dresses up only for the kids

☆ would adore a couples costume, nothing too scary tho

☆ he would love to do Emily and Victor from Corpse bride

☆ don't scare the children

Ango Sakaguchi:

⌨ too busy doing his word 😒

⌨ he probably wouldn't do it but he gives off Victor vibes yk, idk why but he low key does

F Scott Fitzgerald:

$ dresses up as money

$ or wears a suit made out of diamonds

Edgar Allan Poe:

✍ would probably dress up as one of his protagonists

✍ or would wear his raccoon thing (yk the thing he wore in the sleeping card thing)

✍ Karl would also wear the cutest costume ever

✍ also tiny pumpkin

Howard Lovecraft:

๑۞๑ he just pulls out his ability and terrifies everyone

Mark Twain:

> would dress up a ghost

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ didn't want to dress up

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ somehow Nikolai forced him too

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ has rat face paint on

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ dressed up as a rat

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ in the sewer sitting on a thrown surrounded by rats

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ I think he might have got too carried away

Nikolai Gogol:

⚁ obviously would

⚂ idk what he would dress up as, maybe a clown....

⚃ a killer clown (literally)

⚄ would run round holding a knife chasing kids and adults alike

⚅ "almost" stabed someone

Sigma:

♤ again, someone who was forced by Nikolai

♡ was forced to dress up as a jester so he could match Nikolai

♧ never showed his face in the casino

Sōseki Natsume:

=^..^= third cat person

=^..^= would turn into a cat and call it day 2.0

=^..^= would dress like a skeleton

=^..^= even more emo

=^..^= emo cat boy

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa:

◇ would dress up as sans or a skeleton just for the shit of it

◇ would probably dress up in something spooky for fun and scar all the kids

#bsd #bsd x reader #sigma x reader #shibusawa #bsd fukuzawa #bsd mori #yosano akiko #atsushi nakajima #natsume soseki #halloween #costume #nikolai gogol #bsd fyodor #mark twain #edgar allan poe #poe bsd #lovecraft #f scott fitzgerald #ango sakaguchi #bsd odasaku #higuchi ichiyo #bsd kunikida #dazai osamu #kyoka izumi

[delehosies]

letting vampire!eddie feed on you for the first time tho….

i know i know <3 taking a break from my late night studying so i can write this because omg he is perfect

eddie kissed down your neck gently, feeling his fangs grow to be more and more prominent as the hunger began to engulf him, the crave and desire for your blood grew, beginning to scratch at his throat. he pulled away from you quickly, practically scooping you off of his lap and onto the soft linen of your bed.

your gaze quickly found his. you were confused for a moment but soon understood just why eds pulled away after he shot you a small, sheepish smile. you had wanted eddie to feed on you for months now, you had practically begged him - but eddie dismissed your pleads, his fear of hurting you preventing him from daring to drink even a drop of your blood.

he hadn't told you this, but he wasn't entirely sure that he could control himself with you, there was something about your blood that was so incredibly inviting, in the most animalistic corner of his mind he dreamed of tearing your neck open and drinking your blood until all of the life was drained from your body. but eddie would never, he could never hurt you like that... he didn't want to take the risk.

"you're hungry." you state, staring up at eddie - it wasn't a question. you knew him, you knew him well. perhaps even better than he knew himself.

eddie shook his head quickly, too quickly. "nope." he was a bad liar, you could always see right through him and his desperate attempts to convince you that he wasn't hungry, wasn't craving your blood in the slightest.

"eds..." you breathed out, reaching out to take his hand in yours. you couldn't help but notice the way his hands shook - a side effect of the cravings. "please - let me help you, just this once." you began to plead once again, his lips parting to begin a protest - eddie wanted to say no, he should've said no. but he didn't, he accepted defeat and allowed his hunger to take control of every aspect of his body.

"i trust you, okay? i trust you."

he practically hung his head in shame, biting his bottom lip as his fluffy hair began to fall in his face. "c'mere..." eddie mumbled, holding his arms out to you. eds gently pulled you into his lap once more, his face brushing against the side of your neck - you didn't miss the sudden sharp inhale that came from him as he refrained from biting you that very second. "are you sure, sweetheart? it's gonna hurt at first, like... it's gonna hurt a lot."

you nodded, having already come to terms with the fact that you would be in a significant amount of pain for a good while - eds had told you about the night where he got turned, how he was writhing in pain for hours. of course that was different. he wasn't just drunk from, he was actually turned.

"it's okay." you whispered, allowing your eyes to fall closed as you tilted your head backwards - giving eddie full access to your arteries.

eddie began to press soft kisses to your skin once again, growing more and more desperate with each second that passed, he was practically taunting himself at this point. "i love you, i love you, i love you." he whispered, and before you could even register his words, the sharp stinging sensation of fangs sliding into your neck overcame your body.

a small whine escaped you as eddie began to drank, greedily lapping up every drop of blood that spilled from the bite. you were sure that you heard him moan at one point - though you couldn't be sure, you had never been so lightheaded in your life.

the pain soon began to melt into euphoria - and god, you never wanted him to stop.

but unfortunately for you, eddie soon pulled away, dark blood staining his lips as he stared down at you, concern prominent in his eyes. yet another whine left your body, your eyes weakly fluttering open to meet his. "done already?" you found yourself pouting up at him.

"done already." he confirmed, self consciously wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "i don't really want you to pass out... or to, you know, kill you."

#♡ inbox! #vampire eddie is my boyfriend basically! #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #♡requests! #♡eddie headcanons!