#this is my werewolf her name is michael

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[pees on the ground in front of her fated mate] “who the hell pissed on the ground 🤬”

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 werewolves #gameplay #this is my werewolf her name is michael #maybe I’ll do a little post for her soon but anyway she and rory are dyke soulmates #sim: michael anaya #sim: rory oakley

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Been organising my files and I found some oooold sketches for an OC AU month challenge and I only had one finished so here they are

#so the finished one is serena and jamie one of my many vamp/werewolf couples lmao #the blind date one is adaline and evan aka adam and eve reincarnated aka ocs from an rp aka t4t in my heart #the fairy au one I THINK. is my bby girl Arielle she's a motor crush oc sometimes #the prison au is my AWFUL genocidal demon queen Mihaela and her human gf who i totally didn't firget the name of #the accidental marraige is two random bitches I can't recognize them fr. it's either freddie.... or maybe michael.... idk #god au has kys name right there thank god bc I did not recognize him with long hair #and the last one is Blair and Jazper !!!! fc5 mutuals will know them ish </3 I don't talk abt them a lot rip #art dump on the art dump blog! #nadine's doodle dumps #content: derelictheretic #nadine's wips #absolutely not tagging all of them. peace

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crying wolf.

werewolf michael kaiser x red riding hood fem reader clichés always hold a grain of truth to them. warning(s): nsfw, noncon, murder of an uninvolved character, breeding, knotting minors do not interact.

a big bad wolf lives in the woods near your village. 

that much you know. 

the wolf has been the talk of the town for years now, and no matter how many men set off to kill the wolf or how many traps had been set up to catch it once and for all, the sly beast always managed to escape the trickery of your town.

there came a point where you stopped caring about it. you had no reason to step into the woods, satisfied with your quiet life in town, and outside of the stray sheep being killed and eaten every few months, the wolf really didn’t do anything to disturb your quality of life. it must suck to be a sheep farmer while this was all going down, but you weren’t a sheep farmer, so you didn’t care.

“you ought to be more careful!” the old cheesemonger’s wife scolds you as she hands you a generous chunk of cheese. “you know, the huntsmen are saying that they’re going to form an escort group in about a week’s time. shouldn’t you wait until then to go visit your grandma?”

you shake your head. “mama said i should go as soon as possible. grandma hasn’t been feeling well for a while, and ever since the whole wolf scare, we haven’t been able to visit her frequently. i just want to make sure she has enough food, because she can’t really do much herself.”

the old wife clicks her tongue and waggles her finger. “i keep telling my husband here, they really ought to catch that wolf quickly. this is how these things always begin. a couple sheep here and there, and next thing you know, the wolf’s run off with a toddler. who’s to say it won’t develop an appetite for a pretty girl like you?”

“oh, please.” you snort slightly. “the only things with an appetite for women like me are the drunkard sleazebags that waste their money away in the taverns.”

“well, you can say that again,” she laughs. she winks as she tucks you an extra slice of sweet cheese into your basket, and she waves you off before you finish off your errands and head home.

the chilled autumn breeze nips at your skin, and you huddle under the red cape your mother’s lovingly sewn for you. it’s become your best friend when winter starts to draw close, and you’ve worn the garment for years. you’re sure you’ll wear it in due time when you’ll set out through the woods to your grandmother’s, where the bright crimson ought to serve as an identifying beacon of sorts for your ailing grandmother. 

the sun threatens to set in the distance by the time you gather up all your supplies and head to the outskirts of the village, where your home is. you double check the contents of your basket at your front door, not wanting your mother to scold you for having forgotten anything.

a bottle of hearty wine? check. loaves of bread that won’t go bad soon? check. cheese, meats, and fruits? check.

“i’m home!” you called out, swinging your front door open. your mother jumps and places a hand over her heart, exhaling deeply when she notices it’s just you.

“you scared the wits out of me, dear!” she scolds, stirring intensely at the pot in front of her. “a knock before you come in wouldn’t hurt, you know!”

“says the person who leaves the front door unlocked.” you toss your boots off and hang your cloak up, and you set down the heavy basket on the already set dining table. you swing in to a seat at the table, stomach growling at the scent of fresh stew. “i got everything for grandma tomorrow. is there anything else you need me to bring to her?”

“do you think i should pack some jam for her? i have a few jars that mr. ah… what’s his name again- well, he gave me some because his sister had made too much, and i reckon that your grandmother wouldn’t have too many sweet things to eat while she’s sick,” your mother suggests. you shrug, and she wipes her hands down on her apron before grabbing at the pot’s handle. “stay put where you are, dear. hot pot coming through!”

“i don't think it'll hurt. might as well bring it over if i’m headed there in the first place,” you offered. your mother smiles at you fondly as you practically lunge for the pot, spoon in hand to scarf down a well-deserved meal.

“slow down, or you’ll get a tummy ache,” she reminds you. you swipe at your mouth with your sleeve, earning a wince from her, but she doesn’t say anything. the night quickly melts away into the everyday hum of dinner followed by a quick berry pie dessert. 

you haven’t even thought of the wolf until your mother tells you to go fetch the rest of the laundry she forgot to get earlier in the day. you balance a laundry basket on your hip as you drag your feet outside, wishing you were snuggled up in your bed with a book instead. the cold wind bites at your exposed neck and face, and you scowl as you haphazardly yank at the clothes and socks hung up on the laundry line.

“stupid wind,” you grumble under your breath. you stuff some shirts into the laundry basket, but when you reach to grab at the last pair of socks on the line, the wind tussles it free from the clothing pin and the socks go flying off in the distance. you let out a yelp before running after it, watching the white socks flutter like a pair of doves before landing onto the dirt.

“stupid, stupid wind!” you doubly curse as you bend down, yanking your nightclothes up so that the hem won’t be stained by the dirt. you reach to grab the socks before something in the ground catches your eye, and you shift to take a closer look.

your eyes widen in horror.

pawprints. wolf pawprints.

you shudder and quickly stand up, racing back to the safety of your laundry line and basket. the cursed beast must have been wandering around the wilderness near your home. a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of some stinky mutt of a wolf sniffing at your laundry, and once you see that there are no more clothes left on the line, you march back home and shut the door firmly behind you.

you have nothing to fear. you’re no sheep and definitely not meal material for the big bad wolf. you don’t even bring up the pawprints to your mother once you’re inside, and you don’t even think of the wolf again when you go to bed, bracing yourself for the long journey to your grandmother’s cottage tomorrow.

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…

“do you have everything?”

“yes, mama.”

“are your boots comfortable?”

“yes, mama.”

“will the cloak be enough to keep you warm?”

“yes, mama.”

you swear the entire day’s going to be over by the time your mother’s done fretting over you. she’s not only gone over the contents of your basket once, twice, thrice, four goddamn times, and she’s still convinced that somehow she magically forgot to add everything to it. she keeps fretting over you, pulling the cloak tighter around your throat and making sure the hood covers your head comfortably.

deep down, you know she means well, but she keeps fussing over you like you’re a newborn baby. you’re old enough to take care of yourself, old enough to know how the world runs, old enough to stand on your own two feet without having her circling you like some kind of anxious mama bear. which she is, you suppose.

she kisses your forehead gently, looking at you with the weathered affectionate eyes only a mother could ever muster up. “i know you’re sick of me worrying over you like this. i can’t help it—you’re my baby.”

“i’ll be back before you even know it, mama,” you joke back. “and if i’m not back by dinner, you can assume i’ll be at grandma’s for the night. either way, i’ll be back by tomorrow for sure.”

“i’ll be waiting for you,” your mother promises. she clasps your hands, rubbing her calloused palms over yours. she squeezes your fingers carefully, grinning at you despite her obvious nerves. “my baby’s all grown up! going through the woods by herself and everything… what am i going to do when you actually leave the nest?”

“oh, you’ll be fine.” you hoist the heavy basket up, flashing your mother a thumbs-up. “i’ll be on my way then. i shouldn’t dally around too much, or it’ll get late.”

“right, right. i guess i’ll bake something to pass the time while you’re gone. maybe making your favorite pie ought to incentivize you to come home faster!” she agrees with a hearty laugh. you’re just about to turn around and set off before your mother cries out a panicked “wait!”

you look over your shoulder. “huh? what is it, mama?”

“i know this is probably just me fretting,” she looks at you firmly, and she wrings her hands slightly, “but it’s better safe than sorry. make sure to never wander from the main road, okay? you’ve heard about the wolf that’s been terrorizing our village. i don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

you’d snark back at her a bit normally, but the pure fear in your mother’s eyes makes you bite your tongue for once. “i’ll stay strictly on the path, mama. besides, the wolf’s never taken a human before. and i’m sure there’ll be huntsmen and all sorts of other people out and about at this time of day, so i’ll be okay.”

“i know,” she sighs. “it’s a mother’s instinct. i can’t help but fret over you constantly.”

she waves you off, and you’re on the path to your grandmother’s before you even know it. the weather today is perfect: brisk refreshing air, a few cotton-white clouds in the bright blue sky, and the mischievous twinkles of sunlight streaming through forest trees’ branches. 

truth be told, you like these solo adventures more than anything else in the world. living a quiet life in your village has its perks, but when everyone knows everybody, you rarely get a chance to set out by yourself without the scrutiny of your entire town on your back. you hum a little song while you skip through the beaten path in the woods, savoring the solitude. it shouldn’t take you more than a few hours to make the round trip, save for a quick lunch break in the middle and maybe a snack for the road at your grandmother’s abode. 

you couldn’t be happier right now. the basket swings from the crook of your arm as you stroll through the woods, admiring the wilderness. a pair of butterflies flutter every now and then, and you can make out the melodic warbles of birdsong. you wonder if it’s mating season for the creatures; the closest you ever got to romance were the fairy tales in your book (your mother’s old hand-me-downs, from when she lived in the port city before moving her to marry your now-absent father) or the occasional wedding that took place in your village (the last one was 7 years ago, when the wheat grinder’s daughter married the postman. you pressed the flowers from your corsage between the pages of a heavy dictionary).

either way, you wish your village had more to show a young woman like yourself. everyone seems happy living their rustic life, and while you were satisfied with the peace that your mother strove so hard to provide you with, you knew that the world had more to show you.

and you crave it. just as the horizon of the woods seems to stretch on forever and ever, you wonder if there’s something beyond it just waiting for you. 

maybe there ought to be a great marble castle, blinding white in the distance, complete with a prince charming inside atop his great steed. or maybe big markets with all sorts of treasures from afar! sometimes when a stray merchant stumbles across your town, you’d eavesdrop on the stories they’d tell to the little kids (you always dreamed about tasting the delicious spices they bragged about. cinnamon, was it? oh, that sounded fabulous).

but instead, you’re stuck with this bumfuck, hillbilly country town. there aren’t even any good looking guys here, and you know it’ll take at least a decade to convince your mother to let you move out away from the safety of her arms. the height of gossip here is a stupid wolf running around the woods. your village is so boring that they can’t even find a human to gossip about.

sweat dots your brow once you’re a good way into your journey. parts of the woods clear out into patches of grass or the sporadic lake, and your stomach starts growling slightly. you debate pushing yourself a bit further before you decide otherwise—your mother had packed you a delicious lunch, and it wouldn’t hurt to give your feet a quick break while you wolfed it down.

you scan the nearby woods for a clearing you could sit at, and after a few more feet of walking, you’re greeted with what looks like a meadow of wildflowers in the distance. you keep your eye on the main path before plopping down on the side of the beaten track, leaning your back against a tall tree.

‘lunchtime, lunchtime,’ you excitedly think to yourself as you peel back the cover of your basket. in the corner, all wrapped up, is a pair of sandwiches, a bottle of water, and a whole apple that your mother has prepared for you. the bright noon sun above your head indicates to you that it's the perfect time for lunch, and you lick your lips as you unwrap the sandwiches.

you go to town on your food. you have to force yourself to slow down a bit so you won’t choke on your food, and you listen to the back-and-forth of bird calls as you savor the taste of tasty bread. the crisp tanginess of the apple is welcomed by your tongue after you finish your sandwiches, and you chew thoughtlessly.

crunch.

‘hm?’ you don’t even move when the sound of rustling comes from behind you. it’s probably a deer or something. the sound of rustling wasn’t uncommon this deep into the woods, and huntsmen often told stories about daring foxes or squirrels that would venture close to the tracks to fight over scraps that other travelers had dropped.

crunch. 

you swallow down the final bite of your apple, inwardly wishing you had more. you dangle the core in between your fingers, and you wonder if you should toss it into the woods. yeah, that wouldn’t be too bad, right? 

crunch. 

the birds could pick at it for a bit, and then maybe the bugs could enjoy the sweet treat. what use would you have for an apple core? you stand up, dusting yourself off the best you can, and without looking too far into the woods, you rev up your arm and throwing the apple core as far as you can into the trees with as much force as you can muster-

-only to hit something square on with the apple core.

you blanche. what did you just hit? you weren’t looking too closely, and you had expected the apple core to unceremoniously fall somewhere on the ground and be forgotten. but instead, something of considerable size lurks in the woods, and you hold your breath as you haphazardly grab your basket and your cloak, getting ready to run for it.

“ow…,” a boyish voice whimpers. 

huh??? you freeze in your place, confusion flickering through your brain as a shadowy figure rustles around the place you had tossed the apple. a voice? you hadn’t expected that. you were supposed to be the only person here.

did you accidentally hit a wandering huntsman on accident?

“w-who’s there?” you call out. “come out and show yourself!”

“i was trying to-,” the voice grumbles. you hear footsteps and the crunching of breaking branches and leaves, and you keep your distance from the voice. the figure shifts closer to you. “-before you hit me in the face with your leftovers.”

your breath stops just short in your throat when you see a young boy around your age step out into the light. you clearly look confused—you’ve never seen him before, and no one’s mentioned anything about a boy this deep into the woods.

“who are you?” you ask, your own voice hushed. “i’ve never seen you before.”

“i should be asking you that,” he huffs. he folds his hands over his chest, and he pouts. “i want to know about you first.”

“i live in the village.” you point the way you came, down the path. you make the wise decision to casually leave out your name and any other important information you can. “are you from there too?”

he shakes his head. “i live in the woods.”

the woods! you’d never heard of anyone living in the woods. it was pure wilderness, dangerous and scary, no less for someone who wasn’t even a veteran wilderness expert! for someone that lived in the woods, the boy looks surprisingly well groomed. his long blond hair pools over his shoulder and down his chest, and it looks clean and well maintained. his cheeks are rosy and pink, and his bright blue eyes stare you down with a kind of pride you’ve never seen before.

“that’s dangerous, you know,” you point out. “there’s a wolf that's been running around these parts lately. it’s not safe for you to be out here all alone.”

he raises an eyebrow. “a wolf, huh?”

“yeah! it’s been killing sheep in my village. everyone’s been talking about it,” you remark. “i’d take you back to my village if i could, but i can’t.”

“i’m not welcome there,” he coldly remarks. his eyes narrow slightly, as if he’s leering at you. “besides, i wouldn’t want to live in a stupid village anyway. i’m happier on my own. everyone else and their stupidity would make me mad.”

annoyance shoots through you, and you shrug. “suit yourself. i can’t force you to go if you don’t want to. but i’d rather not have blood on my hands.”

“blood on your hands, huh?” the blond boy steps closer to you. “where are you headed to?”

“why do you want to know?”

“because it’s not often that i see a girl wandering around this deep by herself. you said it yourself: it’s dangerous out here.” 

you hold your ground as he steps closer, circling around you. he’s tall when he stands at full height, almost enough to rival some of the tallest men in your village. his body is toned, most likely from living in pure wilderness for however long he has, and despite the lighthearted banter between the two of you, something in your gut swirls with anxiety when he prowls around like a wild animal.

“i’m headed somewhere,” you answer vaguely. “i have some stuff i gotta deliver.”

“and it’s that way, isn’t it? opposite your village?” he approaches closer, and you whimper when he sniffs at your ear. “lemme guess… that old lady’s house on the other side?”

your stomach drops. the boy grins, his sharp canines on full display when he sees the awestruck look on your face.

“bingo! you smell like her,” he laughs easily. “that’s a long journey for a pretty girl like you.”

you pull your cloak closer to yourself, instinctively wanting to shield yourself from the strange boy. “that’s enough! i’m going to get going.”

“sure, sure.” he sends you off, still grinning like he’s won some grand prize. “be careful out there though, darling.”

he cocks his head, watching you as you start running away from him. the blond smirks to himself, your sweet scent still clinging to his nose as your silhouette flickers from his view and then disappears into the distance.

“a wolf, huh?” he murmurs. he sounds amused, still thinking about the flabbergasted expressions on your face. something inside of him stirs sinisterly. 

he’s hungry, he decides. 

and suddenly, sheep meat doesn’t sound as appetizing anymore.

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horror weighs on your heart like a brick thrown into a pond. it ripples and quivers violently, forming merciless waves that spread out, swallowing up anything in its path and leaving things warped in its wake.

your grandmother’s house is trashed. the windows are smashed in, and the front door is broken. your heart hammers in a panic, and your mouth goes dry. your pupils shake as you stand a distance away from the house.

your mind is blank. what happened? robbers? wild animals? a murderer?

you know deep down in your heart that the correct thing to do is turn on your heel and run, run until you find someone else, run until another person could take care of the issue for you. but your feet stay glued to the ground, and your thoughts swirl over with terrifying ideas.

your grandmother is inside! she’s a weak, defenseless lady, practically confined to her bed because of her old age and her illness… there was virtually nothing she could do to defend herself if anyone attacked her. 

what if you were already too late?

“g-grandma…!” you cry out. your basket bounces next to you as you run into the house, tears clouding over your vision. the house seems too big, like it’s swallowing you up without the safety of your grandmother. the inside of the cottage looks just like the outside. furniture overturned, big claw marks etched into the walls, and absolutely no sign of your beloved grandmother.

your blood turns cold at the claw marks.

was it the wolf? 

“grandma, if you can hear me, say something…!” you whisper, too scared to raise your voice properly. “o-or move something! grandma, you’re in here, right?”

your body trembles uncontrollably. the only room remaining that isn’t within clear sight is your grandmother’s bedroom. your gut tells you to leave immediately. you don’t want to go in there, but you have to. who’s going to help your grandmother if not for you? what if by the time you ran away and brought other people, it was too late for her?

your steps echo throughout the ruined house like the toll of church bells, and you press your lips into a thin line. you reach out for the door, which, despite its dilapidated state, somehow managed to stay partially attached to the hinges. you push, forcing your head to quit spinning from your fear.

“we meet again, darling!”

your heart drops to the ground. blood paints what seems like every inch of the room, and you immediately stumble backwards, tripping over your own feet and landing like a sack of potatoes onto the ground. 

‘move…!’ your brain screams at your body. ‘get up and move!’

but you can’t. the scene unfurling in front of your eyes makes your limbs feel like they were made of lead. you can’t bring yourself to do anything. you can’t crawl, can’t scream, can’t do anything except stare back up at the blood-drenched young man that looms above you with a wolfish smile.

he licks his lips. he looks exactly as he did in the woods. tall, with long blond hair and dazzling blue eyes. except this time, there’s a pair of pointed wolf ears that sprout from the top of his head and a bushy tail in between his legs. he’s splashed with crimson, and his mouth is smeared the deepest red.

“see, i knew this was where you were headed to,” he laughs. “are you looking for the old lady that was in here? sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but i think i was a step ahead of you.”

you can’t bring yourself to breathe.

“you- you’re the wolf…,” you choke out. the smug smirk never leaves the boy’s face as he leers down at you, and another wave of pure dread drops like a deadweight into your stomach when he nods.

“about time you pieced it together, stupid girl.” the boy clicks his tongue mockingly. “i always watched that stupid village of yours get their panties all in a twist trying to catch me. i mean, human or not, did you guys really think you’d catch anything with stupid traps like that?”

you raise your arms instinctively when he leans down. “please don’t kill me…! i won’t say anything- please don’t eat me!”

he pauses, and he takes a long inhale. you clench your eyes shut, bracing yourself from the crunch of your bones under his sharp teeth, and for the smell of your blood to fill the room. this is it. this is how you die. another victim to the weird werewolf that had terrorized your town for god-knows-how-long, gobbled up mercilessly in the same way the boy had devoured your poor, helpless grandmother.

he laughs again, and you shudder. you tentatively peel your eyes open, only to scream when you see yourself at eye-level with him. 

“did you think i was going to eat you too? nah, i’m not gonna do that to you. i’ve had my fill with that bony old grandma of yours.” he grabs your wrist, and you yelp when pain shoots up your arm. he yanks you up to your feet, and you shakily lean against him when he drags you into the heart of the scene of the crime. you don’t want to look at all the blood splattered against your now-dead grandmother’s bedroom, and the boy flings you like a ragdoll onto her bed.

he looks so monstrous, towering over your cowering form. in every other way, he looks like a normal human, like any other boy you’d see frolicking in your hometown, but his animalistic features betray him. the gleam in his eyes mark him as unmistakably a ruthless predator, and your heart feels like it's going to give out.

“what are you going to do to me?” you eke out. “are you going to take me hostage?”

“hostage? for what? do i look like the kind of person to bargain with stupid humans?” he snorts, and when he shakes his head at your foolishness, his long hair tumbles over his broad shoulders. you look like a deer caught in headlights as he clambers onto the bed, and he presses a hand on either side of your face as he cages you in between his body and the mattress.

he’s smiling, but you can’t detect any trace of goodwill or kindness on his face. “do you really want to know what i’m going to do with you, my darling?”

you didn’t know how to respond. he leans down to your level, and you whimper when you can smell the stench of blood and death on his mouth. despite this, he presses his lips against the outline of your jaw, and you quiver underneath the boy as his tongue darts out to lick at your skin.

“i’m going to make you my mate.”

your head feels like it’s caving in. 

“what-?” you flinch. “no- no, no- nonono- you can’t do that… i can’t- no, i can’t do that! i can’t be your mate…!”

he narrows his eyes, yet his lips never leave your face. he keeps kissing you greedily, and you push at him to no avail, unable to wrench his heavier, stronger body off of you. you start sobbing and crying out, yet the boy pays no attention to you as his mouth tastes your skin like a starved man.

“be good, or i’ll force you. you wouldn’t want that, would you? i don’t want to hurt a pretty thing like you,” he hisses. you sniffle and swallow back your oncoming sobs and you avert your eyes. 

“i promise i’ll be gentle. besides, i’m way better looking than any of the men in your village,” he attempts to cheer you up. “c’mon. look at me. isn’t something like this more exciting than a drab country wedding? i’ll treat you like a princess. just love me, darling. does it matter if i’m a wolf or not?”

“you’re a wolf that kills! i don’t want to be with someone like you!”

he frowns, and his hands move to your cloak. your heart pounds painfully against your chest as his fingers twist at the material. your mother’s painstaking handiwork dissolves like sugar in water under his grip, and you know moving to defend yourself is futile. he quickly shreds your clothes as you cry quietly.

“you would do this too, if you were me.” his fingers trace over the bare skin of your collarbones and dip towards your breasts. his hands are sticky and warm against the chill of your body, and he cups your chest. it’s insane, how well your body fits into his big palms. he watches you with lust-stricken eyes, and his cock strains against his pants when he sees your tears wetting your pretty face and you laying there underneath him, not bothering to fight him off.

he knows. he knows you’re being obedient out of fear rather than true submission, but it’s good enough for him.

“i’m lonely,” he whispers. “you don’t know how it feels. having to kill to live. having to stay in the shadows. having to always yearn from afar because all of those stupid humans can’t see that i’m more similar to them than i am different.”

“t-that’s no reason to ruin my life…!” you protest. it’s a last ditch effort, but you shakily inhale anyway. “please… let me go. we can pretend like none of this happened. i promise i won’t tell anyone anything. i’ll give you my word. just… i can’t be a wolf’s wife- i can’t- i can’t do that-”

he shakes his head. “i want you. you talked to me in the forest. offered me help. treated me like a normal boy my age. i was too scared, so i hid my ears and tail, and you were none the wiser. that- that’s enough proof, isn’t it? that with enough time, you’d come to love me for who i am…”

you let out a strangled cry as a hand starts groping your tits, rough fingers brushing over your sensitive nipples. it feels foreign, having your boobs touched like this, but a dull heat thrums deep inside your stomach. the boy looks entranced as he stares down at your form. the way your plush chest molds and bends to his hands makes him desire you even more, even if he’s aware that you’re terrified to death of him.

“i can’t let you go. i can’t,” he doubles down. any of the remorse you had managed to wrench out of him disappears bit by bit, and he groans as he paws at your body greedily. “god, you’re just so pretty… i have to have you.”

you clench your thighs together. his lips meet yours, and you nearly vomit at the taste of iron on your mouth. he’s clumsy, but he kisses you so hungrily, eager to lap up any semblance of affection. you grip at the sheets as his hot tongue swipes at your closed lips, and you’re determined to deny him. he frowns into the kiss, and you feel a twinge of pride well up.

the wolf exhales angrily. the hand that’s been roaming your chest twists at your nipple harshly. you yelp at the pain, and the boy shoves his tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss. you start thrashing slightly. he doesn’t heed any mind to your discomfort, and if anything, he begins grinding his clothed hips against your thighs.

he can’t get enough of how you feel. your kisses are like honey to his mouth, and his body melts at the feeling of you against him. you know he’s going to leave bruises all over your tits from how hard he’s grabbing at them, but despite everything that’s overwhelming you, the heat that pounds against your core only builds. 

you can’t breathe. you clench your eyes shut and try to bear it, try to work through the sparks of pleasure that cloud your mind from having your breasts molested, as the wolf kisses you how he wants you. your mouth tastes foul when he finally pulls away, and a string of saliva connects the two of you momentarily.

you glare up at him. 

“i want to fuck you…,” his voice trails off. “i want to fuck you so bad. but i have to be gentle. i promised to treat you well…”

your pussy curls at the thought of taking the wolf’s dick. he bucks his clothed erection higher and higher up your legs, and he moans shamelessly into your mouth as he kisses you again. he slobbers all over your mouth like a feral dog, his tongue slithering into your throat like he’s fucking your mouth. 

you don’t enjoy this. you don’t want this at all. yet you can’t ignore the throb that pulses at your core, the way your walls squeeze every now and then painfully against nothing. you’re not turned on by this—you’re not. you want to convince yourself of that so badly, but every time you realize the situation you’re put in, pinned down to a bed with a werewolf that wants to stuff every inch of his dirty cock into your cunt, arousal swirls inside your body. 

his hands trickle down to your pants, and fear pricks sharply at your heart.

“i’ll be a good mate.” he peels the rest of your clothes off, mimicking the gentleness of a human lover the best he can. “i can be like a real human husband. no, i can be better. i know i can be better than any of those stupid boys in your village.”

you shudder when cold air rushes at your bare cunt. the slick that coats your slit is undeniable, and the boy’s pupils widen at the sight. he swallows, and you watch as his neck bobs. even by human standards, he’s handsome, and your body betrays your mind as he coaxes your thighs open.

“you want me too, don’t you?” he asks. he offers a weak smile. it’s almost sickening, how someone who mercilessly took everything from you can pretend to be a human in hopes that you’d grant him any pity. “i’ll make you feel good. i’ll be everything you want me to be.”

he lets go of your legs, and he grabs at his own clothes, shredding them apart. he groans when his cock springs free of his pants.

your heart drops into your stomach.

“i-i can’t take that-,” you choke out. “that’s too big! you’ll kill me- i’m not kidding…!”

he tilts his head to the side, and he shrugs. his cock is inhumanly huge, and if he were to put that inside your cunt, you swear that you’d be able to feel it in your throat. it’s long and thick and swollen up to an angry red. a few prominent veins run along his length, eager to stuff itself into your soft and vulnerable cunt. his balls hang heavy and big, undoubtedly filled with all the cum that he wants to fuck into you.

he grabs at your thighs again, and you squeal loudly in protest as he keeps you pinned in place.

“stay still-,” he grunts, “it’ll hurt less if you stop squirming like that! you’ll get used to it with time. it might hurt a little, but it’ll feel good with time… now shut up, and let me fuck you already-”

you grit your teeth and brace yourself as he starts rubbing his length against your lower lips. he moans softly, savoring the way your warm body feels against him. you can feel his cock twitch dangerously against your folds, and you whimper in a mix of pleasure, disgust, and fear whenever his cockhead catches at your sensitive clit.

he lines his cock up at your fluttering hole, and you stop breathing. your chest feels tight, and your head feels blown out. you prep yourself for the oncoming pain, but he pauses for a moment.

“give me your name.”

you blink. “huh?”

“if- if i’m going to take you to be my mate, i should know your name at least. before i do this,” he whispers sheepishly. your stomach twists with hatred. why should he care? he’s going to do all of these horrible things to you, so why is he even bothering to pretend to play the act of a caring lover?

“yours first,” you hiss. “if a wolf like you even has a name.”

“i do.” his response surprises you. “michael. it’s michael. i have a human name like you do. i heard that it means ‘he who is like god.’ now tell me yours.”

you lay there for a moment, dumbfounded. you didn’t expect a monster like him to have a label like that. and less so a name as blessed as “michael.”

you hang your head. “...(y/n).”

he hums, and you flinch when his cockhead threatens to break into your hole. “it’s a pretty name. a perfect name for a perfect mate.”

you bite the inside of your mouth and properly brace yourself. he pushes his hips in slowly, his gaze fixed on where his cock connects with your pussy. you weren’t sure exactly what you were expecting, but the pain comes faster than you thought. it burns and stretches, and you cry out, stiffening and lashing out, trying to get him off of you.

“hurts…! ‘t hurts-!!” you screech. you pound and claw at his shoulders, yelling and immediately bursting into another onslaught of tears. the tears are hot and heavy as they trickle down your face, and your legs shake uncontrollably. it genuinely feels like he’s splitting you into two, and the torturous pain makes your head flash white.

michael nearly falls on top of you. your cunt is disgustingly warm and inviting, and it stretches out and envelops him. it’s hot and wet and tight, and despite your constant protests, your pussy is heavenly around his cock. you’re so small, and he knows his wolf cock is about to break you. but god—he wants to break you. if breaking you feels this good, he’ll eagerly shatter you into a million pieces so that he has the depraved honor of being the one to destroy you and strip you of your humanity. 

he clenches his jaw. he couldn’t lose his mind. not like this, not when his endgame was right there. “take it. i’m going to be your mate, so you better get used to taking my dick and get used to it fast.”

you hold back a strangled sob. your tears are freeflowing, and it’s hard to breathe. his cock feels like it’s pressing straight up against your womb, and he’s not even giving you the mercy of adjusting to his size slowly. his length invades every inch of your cunt, and his ridiculous girth has you stretched out thin. you know you can’t take this. he’s actively molding your tight hole into the shape of his cock, and if he keeps himself in here any longer, you might actually go insane.

your words slur sloppily. “you’ll kill me- you’ll fuck me to death-”

his breathing is strained just from the pleasure of putting it in, but he still manages to snort at you mockingly. “you won’t die. no one’s ever died from sex.”

you wish you had the spirit to shout back at him, to put up more of a fight. but that instinct has been long extinguished at this point, and you’re nothing more than a sniveling mess as you struggle to breathe through the tightness in your chest. 

“c’mon, don’t be boring now.” he truly can’t get enough of the sight. the pretty girl from the village, face stained with tears, legs spread out all for him to fuck into her pretty cunt. to put it as frankly as he can, the boy doesn’t know what he wants to do first with you.

the sweeter part of him wants to kiss away your tears, to comfort you the best he can with a low voice and whisper his undying love to you, to convince you that a life as a wolf’s wife won’t be all that bad. you’ve caught his eye for a reason, and he wouldn’t want to have you snatch away whatever dregs of humanity the hybrid wolfboy was clinging desperately too. even if everyone else regarded him to be some kind of barbaric monster, deep down, even he has a soul that yearns painfully for love. for a romantic partner that could accept him as an equal and open their heart up to him.

but maybe this other part of him is what makes him a monster.

he loves seeing you reduced to this broken mess. he enjoys it, the primal fear that’s evident on every inch of your face. the way you’re nothing more than prey in his arms, with no other choice but to let him fuck your tight pussy out on his monstruous cock, to be the direct cause of all the pain and anguish you’re going through and to enjoy it like it’s the thrill of a fresh kill… it makes the wolfish streak inside of him go wild with delight, and he wants to keep you pinned down and helpless underneath him so he can soak up that bliss a little longer.

your stomach coils up on itself when you feel him slide his hips back slowly. the strangled noise that leaves your mouth is a mix between a pained shriek and a pleasured moan. he’s really too much for you to fit inside, and your strained walls cling to his cock. you’re barely hanging on for dear life just from him penetrating you. you can’t even imagine what it would be like once he would start actually thrusting and having sex with you.

“ahhh, you’re just too cute,” he teases you. “i never knew love could feel like this… it’s so good, isn’t it? no regular human dick could even come close to what i’ll make you feel, my little wife.”

you sob as he slowly bullies his cock back into you, once more making sure that you can properly feel the torturous stretch. the pain wobbles dangerously on edging you towards pleasure, and your vision blurs over slightly as the mounting heat in your gut tightens up. it’s gross, it’s inhuman that you’re getting off on having sex with a wolf, but your own self-restraint is being tested with the small cries you’re letting out.

“ah-,” you pathetically squeak out, “ahh…! michael- michael, please- i can’t do this!”

“yes, you can,” he promptly corrects you. his thrusts are shallow, granting you the rare mercy of sparing you from being speared in half on his entire length. “look at you… you’re starting to feel good, aren’t you? i can feel everything… that little cunt of yours won’t stop tightening up around me. you’re squeezing so much! it’s like your pussy knows better than you who you’re meant to be with.”

your mind shakes. it’s all you can do to keep yourself conscious. all the stimuli are too much: the anxiety, the pleasure, the adrenaline. your thoughts are being smoothed over, all logic coming to a screeching halt as the tightness welling up in your womb is all that your body can focus on. you hate how easily his name falls out of your mouth, how easily you find it to moan, and the wolfboy eagerly devours the attention you give him.

how angelic you must look to him right now! his mate, his precious mate, moaning out his name in pleasure, no matter how terrified they are of him! he moans softly too, and he can’t help but buck his hips deeper and harder into you. your voice and all your little noises are too adorable to him, and he just wants it all.

“you like it, don’t you? yeah, i know it’s starting to feel good. give in to me. you don’t have to do anything but let me have my way.” his breath is hot and heavy and tinged with the sharp tang of blood. you cringe when he kisses at your neck and cheeks again, but with how rapidly his hips are picking up at the rhythm, your thighs tremble dangerously. “i’ll make you cum again and again… oh, you’re just so lovely…”

your cunt sucks him in greedily. feeling his cock rub against your walls and prod dangerously at your cervix makes you grow blank, and your body keeps reacting more and more to what the wolfboy is doing to you. you wonder if this is what people mean when they say they’re being fucked stupid, and if it isn’t, whatever he’s doing to you is coming horribly close.

“fuck…! fuck- no- michael- michael, please-,” you whimper out. you two both know perfectly well that your cries are from how good it feels, but you still refuse to verbalize it properly. michael smiles into the curve of your throat, and he kisses your jugular with what you can only describe as a sickly kind of affection.

“what are you asking for, my love?” he chuckles endearingly. you sob, and your toes curl into the disheveled bed when his cock slides into you just right. your vision skews its axis slightly, and you let out a sharp exhale, mouth lolling open a little. he nips at your skin with his sharp teeth to snap you back to life. “tell me properly with those human words you’re so proud of. ‘please fuck me harder, michael! make love to your wife! give me more of your cock!’”

your cheeks burn with humiliation when he ridicules you, but deep down, you don’t know if you can wholeheartedly refute him. you do want more of him. you do want him to fuck you harder. your cunt purrs in delight every time he slides in and out of your slick hole, and his cock manages to ruthlessly hit all the right places. 

it’s unfair. it’s unfair how everything’s stacked against you.

you must have ignored him for too long. michael frowns disapprovingly, and a low growl vibrates in his throat. he ducks his head and bites down on your shoulder, sharp teeth digging themselves into the curves of your soft flesh. you scream out in pain, your walls clamping down on him and another flurry of torturous pleasure shreds your stomach.

“p-please fuck me harder, michael…!” you’re fully crying. your words don’t sound like your own, and you certainly don’t feel like yourself. the tears and snot smeared all over your face makes you feel like some lowlife, and you hate the way he forces you to beg for him. “make love to me… give me- give me more of your cock!”

“see?” he licks his lips, and he grins devilishly as you as he pulls away from your now-marked shoulder. “that wasn’t so bad, was it? nothing wrong with you for wanting more from your husband. i’ll gladly indulge my darling.”

a shaky scream pounds at your chest, and blinding hot pleasure overwhelms your head as he picks up his pace. your moans reach a high-pitched squeal as he fucks himself into you, his cock rapidly pulling in and out of your pulsing hole. it’s not like you make it particularly easy for him either; your disgustingly tight pussy walls cling to him and almost refuse to let him go. 

does your body love his dick that much? does your cunt want to savor the feeling of him stretching it out that badly? those thoughts make kaiser swell with pride as he reaches a fast rhythm. despite how sloppily and quickly he’s ramming his whole length into you to make sure you feel every single bit of his dick, he still makes sure that each thrust has his heavy cockhead drilling right at your womb. 

he prods at your deepest parts, shamelessly making sure that your womb knows it’s time to be bred. it’s time for him to fill you up with his cum, to fuck a baby into you, to force every part of your body to be tainted with him. from inside and out, from outside to in, kaiser wants to selfishly claim every part of you. that’s what good husbands do to their wives, don’t they? that’s what your folk—the human folk—did, right?

the tightness that gnaws at your core refuses to relent. your arousal runs rampant through your veins, and it feels like your guts are tying themselves into a knot. you don’t know how else to describe the heat that mounts in your core and inside your head. your body and conscience are at odds with each other. your brain rejects michael, your mouth begs for him to hold you and fuck you harder, and your hole sucks him in like it doesn’t want to let go.

“that’s my pretty wife. you have such a fucking slutty body- begging for your husband feels good, yeah? i know, i know, darling,” he drinks up your tears, his hot tongue lapping languidly at your face. you choke back another sob, and he moves to steal a kiss. his tongue invades your mouth, and your eyes gloss over. you’re overwhelmed with his presence. it smells like him, tastes like him, feels like him. you’re crying out and mewling in pleasure into his mouth, and he literally eats up every single one of your lewd noises.

his balls slap against your ass, desperate to empty themselves into you. his cock twitches and throbs inside you, making you shudder in delight. it’s a sick kind of lovemaking, if you could even call it that. your own slick dribbles down between your legs, and the lubrication only makes it easier for michael to greedily shove his cock into your fluttering cunt. 

“can’t take anymore- michael, ‘m gonna lose my mind-!” you breathe out. you hate to admit it. you don’t want to tell him how stupidly close you are. you blame how monstrously huge his cock is; how else would he be destroying your body in such an inhuman way? your vision is unstable, blurring even more around your teary edges, and the heat that licks inside of you is unbearable. 

michael knows it. he can feel it. the way the velvety lining of your cunt coaxes his cock right up to your cervix, the way it keeps squeezing him and writhing around his sensitive inches, the way your own voice seems to hike higher and higher. your legs tremble underneath him, and michael is thrilled to know just how far he’s successfully broken you. the shame and embarrassment that’s scribbled all over your face makes him almost uncontrollably giddy. 

“are you gonna cum, darling? did my cock make you feel that good?” he laughs mockingly. his words are like thorns against your ears, yet with how roughly he’s pounding into your pussy, having mounted you like the uncivilized animal he was, you couldn’t deny it. he’s a predator through and through, and with you trapped in his reach like prey, you know all too well that he’ll be moving in for the kill soon.

the insatiable tightness inside you teeters on the brink. you’re barely holding on, each breath growing more strained than the last. michael doesn’t let up his pace, continuing to rut into you. each snap of his hips has you close, so close, so fucking close—you don’t want him to stop. you clench your eyes shut, bracing yourself to hurtle headfirst into the crash, to topple finally past the point of no return where you would irrevocably become the wolf’s.

“i’m cumming…! ah- michael- cumming- cumming…!”

heat rips through your body in half. you throw your head back, the foreign feeling consuming you whole as if you had been thrown directly into fire. your cunt clamps down on the boy’s cock, and it feels like he’s about to split you into two. your vision completely blurs, and the world rushes around your senses. it’s too much yet not enough at the same time, and you rake your nails down the wolf’s bare back with such a fervor that you must have shredded up his skin and drawn blood.

you shake and squirm and thrash underneath him, but no matter how much you writhe against his body, michael won’t let his grip on you go. he relentlessly fucks you through your orgasm, leaving you a sobbing mess as your juices squirt out of your abused hole and drip down onto the shaky bed. his cock pounds harder and harder, and he groans out as he feels your slick and pulsing walls flutter and clench around him.

“hah- that’s what i thought-,” he chuckles. you can’t breathe. you can’t think. the incessant throbbing in your stomach is still there, but it’s morphed from arousal into something a little more painful. he’s overstimulating your already overrun cunt. “your husband’s dick is that good, isn’t it? don’t worry; i’ll fuck you like this as much as you want… i’ll get you to cum over and over again.”

you dumbly shake your head. your head is foggy, and the throes of your climax don’t want to let you go. “n-o… can’t take any more- no more- don’t want any more…!”

“you’re going to take it, like the good wife you are. you don’t get a choice in this. i’m your husband,” he snarls. you shudder, whimpering in weak protest as he continues using you. it hurts, and it burns, and the coil that refuses to let up in your stomach makes you feel sick. how much longer could this monster last? it feels like he’s been having sex and using your body forever, but even after ripping an earth-shattering orgasm from you, he still hasn’t cum yet.

“it hurts- i can’t do it…!” you smack at his chest again, but you know he won’t let you go. your tears sparkle cruelly on your cheeks, and michael sighs lovingly as he laps at your face. he swings back and forth constantly between treating you like you were a mere bug to cherishing you. was this some kind of karmic revenge from the universe for thinking so lowly of your own village? the home that seemed so far away now?

“take it- take it- fuck- let me make you my proper wife…” fear floods your body when you can feel his cock twitch dangerously deep inside you, your bruised cervix contracting and sucking him in. his balls tighten and continue to slap against your ass, but with how quickly and frantic his movements are, he’s going to cum. “fill you up with my pups… we’ll be such a happy family together-”

your eyes shoot open. cold reality splashes over you as if slapping you back to your senses, even in the midst of being manhandled. “no! no, no…! don’t! please, please, michael- that’s the one thing you can’t do! don’t cum inside- i don’t want to get pregnant with your babies!”

he grits his teeth, and he presses his entire body weight on top of you, determined to keep you physically where you are. he’s determined to make sure you can’t escape from his grasp, as if you’d be able to go anywhere with how disheveled and haunted you are. it’s a good look for you, second only to the loving glances he knows you’d never spare him.

“shut up, shut up…! this is your job, this is what you’re supposed to do! this is what lovers do!” he thrusts once, twice, and when he brings his hips down one final time, your fate is sealed. his own cry dies out, buried deep inside his throat as he cums deep and hard into you. your breath lodges into your neck, leaving you with nothing but bitter defeat and the taste of uncertainty all over your mouth.

his cum spurts everywhere, and it floods your womb. it burns and goes everywhere, painting your insides a pretty shade of ivory white, and you can feel every drop of it flowing into you. it’s poison, it’s heavy, and it’s awful, yet your cunt has no choice but to take every little bit of it. you bite down on the inside of your cheek as it starts to eke out, and you force yourself to endure it. you have no choice but to; this is what survival is for you now. this is the only answer you have now.

you don’t know how you’re going to live with this. you try to console yourself by telling yourself that you had gotten over the worst, but you know that you haven’t. you never will.

“nnghg…!” a stray cry slips from your mouth when something tight and way too big for you to take invades your strained hole. a sharp pain invades and spearheads through you, and your entire body stiffens as his large knot shoves its way into your plush and stretched out pussy. his cum overwhelms your body, stretching out every inch of your battered womb. your stomach bulges just slightly, feeling stuffed to the very brim.

michael nearly collapses on top of you, keeping you folded in half and in a perfect, vulnerable breeding position. his eyes are blown open wide and glossed over in a kind of drunken stupor, yet he refuses to let you go in any capacity. it’s not like you have the physical means to anyway; you’re already so weak from having him force himself onto you, and the pain of being bred and knotted is taking everything in you to not pass out right there and then.

he reaches towards your face, cupping your tear-stained and broken expression with his large palm. you don’t know if the feeling that stirs in your gut is simply the aftershocks of sex or pity towards yourself, but seeing michael look down at you with such a triumphant yet lovestricken gaze isn’t doing your any favors. you know you have no choice but to get pregnant with his children, to watch in horror as your body turns into nothing but a host for these parasites he’s determined to fuck into you over and over, not a single squeeze of semen going to waste with the knot he’s plugged you up with.

“we’ll be perfect together,” he whispers. his words are almost like a mantra he’s brainwashing you with. you wonder who needs it more, the manipulator or the one being manipulated. everything feels like a punishment to you. just where did you go wrong? were you too ambitious for your own good? too hopeful? too willing to jump at the first opportunity for escape that came your way, not caring to see if any part of the rosy details were traps?

or maybe the worst part was that you might have done nothing wrong at all. maybe this was all a twisted machination of the universe. maybe just like what michael believed, you were destined to fall into the wolf’s grasp one way or another, to disappear from the face of society and the world as you knew it, to have him drag you off into the darkness and to become the broken but beautiful wolf’s bride that he must have dreamt of forever.

“i love you.” he kisses you, and you don’t have the strength nor the courage to say those blasted words back to him. it’s not like you could say them back sincerely either. instead you avert his gaze, turning your face towards the red scraps of your cloak that lay on the ground as if they were miniature corpses of their own, left over from a long lost war.

you hope your mother can forgive you when she realizes you won't ever come back home.

KINKTOBER 2023—le cinquième jour, le dernier jour.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing

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Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoys x Fem!Reader Part 3

AN: So this one is a little longer than the last two- I apologize. I know I just posted an update not long ago but I really couldn’t get this out of my head. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Word Count: 2,313

Michael. Michael. Michael.

Y/N rewrote the name over and over again in a leather bound journal like some lovesick teenager.  Each time she did though, she scratched over it unhappily.

 It was embarrassing and yet she couldn’t help herself. Why did it feel like she was butchering his name with her handwriting? Since when did her handwriting look so terrible to her own eyes?

 Y/N was proud of her penmanship, except in this case. It was such a shame to see his name in such a terrible state.

 Y/N sighed as she set down the journal, glancing over to Tyr’s room. He was still in a deep sleep. From the moment he closed his eyes when they arrived, he had not awoken. This would have caused worry to spread through her had she really not expected it to happen. He was exhausted after using so much of his power.

 So far, she had not kept her promise to those four vampires. It had only been 2 other nights. In her defense though, she had spent those nights sleeping or checking in on Tyr. Still, she hadn’t fulfilled her promise….

 They were getting irritated.

 She promised.

 Little did she know those four boys had absolutely no patience at all.

   The very next day night they were on a hunt. Not the typical hunt that led in a bloody massacre, though they did do just that when they found a small group of young adults. It was convenient and they were hungry.

 David felt on edge but none more so than Paul who seemed to scan the crowds, gazing at every face in an attempt to find Y/N.

 Marko was worried. There were so many supernatural creatures that lived in Santa Carla, but the Oceanside, the shore, the boardwalk; this was their territory. Even so, what if Y/N lived off of their territory? What if a werewolf ripped out her heart for a meal? “We should have made specified plans!” Marko hissed.

 Dwayne sighed, he would have gone back to do that if he could, but it was too late. “She was uncomfortable. Chances are she would have found an excuse to not make them.”

 “Since when has someone being uncomfortable stopped us?” Paul scoffed. They had basically made it their favorite game in making people feel uncomfortable and on edge.

 “She is not a game.” David retorted. The other night when Dwayne asked her to promise, Marko and Paul wanted to protest. They had almost spoken up when David stopped them. She could not be scared away.

 He didn’t want to scare her, it felt wrong to make her feel like she was worried about her own safety. Their mate deserved to be happy, and it was their job to make sure that she felt safe with them.

 “What if she has a day job?” Dwayne brought up as the thought seeped into his mind. “Then she would have to sleep at night.” At least this had kept their minds from jumping to any conclusions that she had up and left the city.

  Y/N decided that tonight she would go out! She wanted to enjoy the night. As long as she stayed away from the boardwalk then she should be fine right? She hoped so.

 Making her way through the city she saw all sorts of interesting things. It was such a strange place with a variety of types of people, but it was nice. Window shopping was getting boring though. Her eyes dull as she looked at the items they had at display.

 “Hey! Y/N!” a voice called out from across the street, causing Y/N to turn her head. Her eyes seeming to light up as she spotted the curly haired brunette. Michael.

 Lifting her hand up, she waved at him. Smiling as he watched the cars pass until finally he could run across the street and up to her.

 “Nice jacket.” Y/N complimented. This seemed to be the right words to say.

 Michael lifted his arms to show off his new leather jacket. “Yeah I always wanted one, been working a few odd jobs until I could get my hands on one.” He admitted to her.

 “It suits you. So what brings you out and about? Headed to one of your odd jobs?” Y/N asked him hoping he had the night off.

 “Not tonight, I finally got my jacket so I can just have the two nights a week working so I can get gas money and some spending money.” Michael stated proudly. “I was hoping to run into you again… do you have any plans for the night? We can hang out. I’m new to town still but I’m sure we can find something to do. Have you been to the boardwalk?”

 “I would love to hang out with you… I went there once. The night we met.” Y/N said to him seeing how much he seemed to smile all the more brightly when she had agreed. She had been planning to avoid the place but if he was going to be at the boardwalk with her then maybe things would be okay.

 Michael held out his hand for her to take. “I can give you a ride on my bike?” He said but it still came out as more of a question. Y/N wasted no time in taking his hand. He still had that pull that drove her closer to him. Finally she got to meet her soulmate, she wasn’t going to let him go easily.

 The ride was thrilling. Y/N had never been on a bike before, but she was excited to have her arms wrapped around Michael, holding onto him tightly to not fall.  

 The sound of the music could be heard before they even got to the boardwalk. Michael helping her off before he got off and locking his bike to make sure it wouldn’t get stolen. This was no crime free city.

 Michael took a hold of Y/N’s hand and insisted that they go to the rides but on the way there a little booth of someone giving piercings caught Michael’s attention.

 “You want a piercing?” Y/N asked him not entirely sure why he would.

 “Don’t you think it would look cool?” Michael asked her but still glanced down at the earrings he could choose from.

 “It’s a rip off.” A feminine voice came up from behind them. Y/N turned to see a girl with curled brown hair leaning over to speak into Michael’s ear clearly trying to catch his attention. Y/N heard because of how close they had been. The girl just walked away after she said it.

 Y/N thought that since she was walking away, she and Michael would just continue on their way but feeling the warm hand slip from her own grip as Michael followed after Star had Y/N’s heart aching. Was she being ditched by her own soulmate?

 She could hear Michael say hi to her and the girl say something back to him as they walked but Y/N didn’t walk after them. She really was just ditched. They had gotten a bit away from them when Y/N looked down at her hand that had just been holding Michael’s. Was it possible that he didn’t feel the bond like she had? If he hadn’t then why would he have spoken to her again?

 Her hand didn’t stay empty for long though. A fingerless gloved hand took a hold of it making her look up in confusion. There stood Marko, giving her a closed lipped smile that looked just a notch below a grin.

 “Your hand looked awfully lonely!” he said to her, “You owe us a promise, since that asshole left, why not hang with us?” He asked.

 Y/N wanted to say no, her heart was aching harshly in her chest. It felt like her very happiness was being drained, but he looked so happy to see her again and something about that brought back some of her own happiness. “Sure, why not?” She responded as his smile grew, passing that notch as he grinned and led her over to the other guys who were on their bikes.

 “You found her!” Paul exclaimed, “We have been looking all over for you, princess. You’re a hard gal to find!”

 “Yeah, I’ve been taking care of a sick friend, I didn’t go out too much.” Y/N said to them, and honestly it wasn’t a complete lie. She really had been caring for Tyr.

 “We’re glad to see you again.” David said to her, “Thought you might have been ditching us. Glad to know that isn’t the case. Would have broken our hearts.” He had a smile, thought it was small, it somehow reached his eyes.

 Dwayne leaned down to listen to a young boy who was whispering into his ear, “Don’t worry Laddie, Y/N is a friend.” He assured the boy.

 “Your little brother?” Y/N asked smiling at the kid who seemed a tad bit shy.

 “You can say that.” Dwayne said to her flashing her a smile.

 “How about that ride now?” Paul asked Y/N growing giddy with excitement.

 Y/N wasn’t sure this was a good idea but they were welcoming so far. She had managed to put a protection charm on one of the necklaces she wore. It would ward away ill intent and since she was here and they had managed to approach her it must have been a good sign. “Sure, a ride sounds pretty damn good right now.”

 Marko insisted that she rode with him since he was the one to find her, Y/N thought it was cute and she decided why not? She got on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist. Laddie got on the back of Dwayne’s bike with his help.

 Something must have caught their attention because they moved nothing more than a few yards out when they stopped and David spoke up and Y/N realized who was close by. “Where you going Star?

 “For a ride.” She said to him, though her face looked like she didn’t want to be near the guys Y/N was with now. “This is Michael.”

 Michael glanced at Y/N confused and turning to look back like he had thought she was still behind him. What the hell did he think was going to happen? She was going to follow after them and go on a ride with them? Three people on one bike? She looked away from him, leaning her head against Marko’s back, unable to see the  grin on his lips at the feeling.

 “Star.” David repeated again as Michael tried to get Star to get her on his bike. Star paused in her steps. Like she was caught between two of the hardest choices of her life. Y/N wished she could understand the feeling. With a pointed look to Star, David managed to get her to come to him. Smirking as she got on the back of his bike.

 Paul laughed as his hand smacked the handlebar of his bike, Marko tried not to join him. Though his attempts to not were betrayed by the amusement in his eyes.

 “You know where Hudson’s Bluff is?” David asked Michael.

 “I can’t beat your bike,” Michael said knowing that a race would not end in his favor.

 “You don’t have to beat me Michael,  you just have to try to keep up.” David said, revving the engine of his bike and soon they went off, down the boardwalk and down the stairs onto the sandy beach. A cloud of sand throwing up into air behind them.

 The laughter filled the night as they drove. Going under the pier and through the dark woods. Y/N held on tight to Marko as they went. It seemed like it had just been getting darker and darker though as they went. Michael and David neck and neck against each other.

 Michael was still trying to race.

 Next thing she knew, Michael’s bike skidded down and the rest of the guys stopped behind them, David on the very edge of the cliff. Y/N got off the back of Marko quickly. Dwayne handing Y/N Laddie to hold onto while the guys ran up to hold Michael back from trying to fight David while Star screamed.

 “What the hell are you doing?” Michael demanded the platinum blonde as he punched him before the guys got a chance to grab him. “Just you! Come on! Just you!” His voice came down to a whisper repeating, “Come on. Just you.”

 Y/N was surprised that David just looked back at Michael, a smile on his face. Y/N could feel her own heart hammering hard in her chest as she held Laddie closer to her. Did her soulmate really just nearly go flying off the cliff’s edge? It took all her self-restraint to not break.

 She couldn’t go through that again. Even if he did ditch her, she wasn’t sure she could lose Michael, even if he never loved her.

 “How far are you willing to go Michael?” David asked him, Michael looking confused by his smile and yet he seemed interested.

 “Farther than you know.” Michael answered him, trying to level his breathing, and likely calm his rapidly beating heart.

 Marko made his way back over to Y/N along with Dwayne who thanked her for taking care of Laddie. “You okay, Y/N? You know I wouldn’t put your life in danger right?” Marko asked her placing his hand on her chin, making her look into his eyes.

 Y/N’s heart had almost been calm but looking into Marko’s eyes instantly had it beating quickly again. His eyes shined and his smile grew almost like he knew her reaction. “I’m okay.” She responded, nodding her head feeling confused, did she really just have a pull with Marko? That couldn’t have been possible… her soulmate was Michael, right?

#The Lost Boys 1987 #Lost Boys #the lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #michael lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #david lost boys #paul lost boys #lost boys michael x reader #lost boys paul x reader #lost boys marko x reader #lost boys david x reader #lost boys dwayne x reader #fem!reader #michael emerson

[samwinchesterswifu]

My Kink is Karma (Past Dean Winchester x Reader) (Eventual Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Requested: No

Set in between Seasons 13 and 14

Warnings: cute smut moment :)) , Dean being a big ole dirty cheater

Song Inspiration: "My Kink is Karma" by Chappell Roan

Minors DNI!

A/n: as soon as I heard this song, all I could think about is writing about Sam eventually getting the girl tehehe

It was during the stress of apocalypse world. She could still relive that night like a faint memory.

Dean hadn’t come home the night before, and he still wasn’t home the following morning. So, being the detective she is, she looks through the bank records of his cards and finds that he charged a motel room somewhere in Wichita. Her gut was screaming at her, eating her alive to go look. Racing to the garage, she grabbed her keys and sped off onto the highway. After some time, she finally arrived at the name of the hotel that was on his card. Seeing Baby parked out front she went to find what room he was in from the front desk. Gaining a key, she made her way to his room door quietly, her heartbeat racing out of her chest. Quietly as she could manage, she opens the motel door to find mounds of clothes all over the floor. Looking towards the bed she see’s Dean laying in bed with another woman, who was also naked. The light peering through the door awoke Dean. Once he saw her, he jumped up only in his boxers.

“This, this isn’t what it looks like, Y/N please,” Dean begged and she laughed as tears fell.

“Fuck you Winchester.” She screamed, waking up the other woman. Throwing the door key right smack in the middle of his chest.

Turning around and picking up her pace to make it to her car. As she’s getting ready to start it as Dean’s running out of the room still in his boxes and trying to throw a shirt over his head. She’s pulling out of the parking spot as he lands his hands on her hood, trying to stop her from leaving. Determination to get away from how vile of a man he was on her mind, she practically almost ran him over. She looked from the review mirror, and he stood in the middle of the parking lot screaming her name.

Getting back to the bunker, she rushed as fast she could. Bumping into Sam in the process. He looked heartbroken because he knew she would leave when they needed her the most. Giving a big hug, Sam whispers to her to be safe, and kisses her on her forehead. She was able to grab her things and leave the bunker before Dean ever arrived. She arrived at Jody’s not too long after her partings. Knocking on Jody’s door at 2 am. Jody answers in her PJ’s and she broke down in the middle of her doorway.

That was 4 months ago. She was thriving with the girls and helping them with their hunts. Taking the responsibility off Jody for the meantime so that she could take care of things at the station. For a while Dean would consistently blow up her phone, leaving begging text messages and voicemails. She had the guts to finally block his number at 2 weeks in. She thought Dean would come looking for her, but surprisingly it was peace. Sam was keeping her updated about the events going down.

Apoco Michael got to Dean, and they defeated Lucifer but Michael high jacked Dean. As much as her body screamed for her to run to their help, to help them find Dean, her heart was content with never interacting with him again.

It was silent for a few days. Her and Claire took on a solo hunt while the others rested. Defeating a rouge werewolf in Michigan, a case sent by Sam. Over the last few weeks, she and Sam have been texting quite a bit. Flirting in between giving out case information. Then, one morning Sam calls her. Telling her that they had found Dean and that Sam was exhausted. They needed her help. The desperation in Sam’s voice of needing another OG’s hand on something like this tugged at her heart. She wanted to help Sam, not Dean. And that’s what she had to remind herself of departing from Jody’s.

To say she was nervous to be back in the bunker again after the break up was an understatement. She shook with anxiety but was so excited to see Sam again. Pulling into the driveway, she makes her way to the front door. Taking deep breaths, she pushes open the door and walks towards the small balcony that looked over the war room. Sam sat with the other hunters as they discussed something, they hadn’t noticed her yet.

“Y/N!” Maggie shouts in excitement as she comes from the library. Making Sam and the others snap their heads in her direction.

Sam rose to his feet, a soft smile forming on his face. She made her way down the staircase. Dean wasn’t anywhere in sight. Before she could even make it to the last step, Sam was wrapping her up in a hug, bringing her down fully. There was just something about seeing Sam again after all these months. The skin contact felt different then with Dean. It felt electrifying, and safe. She briefly catches up with the other hunters before Sam pulls her away towards his room.

His lips slammed against hers before they even made it to his room. Barely rounding the corner before she was able to fully unbutton his shirt. Their movement was filled with so much hunger, want, and longing. Her eyes felt like they were swelling up with tears just simply by the overwhelmingness of the feelings she was feeling. Finally, after a few feet, Sam slams her back against his door. Reaching down trying his hardest not to break their contact, he links his arms around her legs. Hoisting her up and immediately wrapping her legs around him.

Sam fumbles with the doorknob, keeping a tight grip on her ass. Once inside his room, Sam kicks his door shit with his foot and throws her on his bed in the process. Sam kicks off his shoes while she tugs off her jeans. Since his shirt was already unbuttoned, he threw it to the ground. She’s seen the boys at least shirtless before, and there is just something about Sam standing in front of her with a hunger in his eyes. Something she never got from Dean.

Climbing above her, Sam bruises his lips against hers once again. His hands push them way under her shirt and cupping her breast. After a few moments on fondling Sam tugs away at her underwear. Leading kisses down her stomach and tracing over her hip bones, his lips finally contact her other…. lips. A loud gasp escapes her as he makes contact. Dean never ate her out, he would protest and say it was a gross idea to him even though she walked on him doing it often before they dated. But God, Sam was so good with it. He inserts two of his massive fingers into her after biting a sucking at her clit. She was already so close to cumming.

“Oh God- “She yelps as Sam as a third finger.

Sam curls them enough to where they hit her G-spot, rubbing it just in the right way and keeping a steady pace.

“Oh God- “

“Oh God- “

“Sam!” She yells as she meets her climax.

Then Sam’s door slams open. Both look in horror to see Dean with his gun drawn. Once he realizes the scene in front him, Dean’s face also goes white as a ghost.

“O-o-oh, oh my god, I’m- “ Dean reaches for the door knob and slams the door shut with such force the bed shakes.

Sam looks up at her with hunger still evident, but embarrassment now washed over his face. They look at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Sam makes his way back up to her, and pulling her on his chest as they both are still giggling.

“Well, at least he knows,” Sam chuckles.

“Oh fuck you Winchester,” She says hitting his chest.

“I can make that happen.” Sam says with a grin, a playful look molding over his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?”

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x reader

[several-ravens]

so here are my categories updated in light of the recent events aka the end of season 1 (under the cut because it's still long af and i don't want to pollute dashes):

i have been made aware (by my friend, again) that these categories are based on fears, so:

fire:

episode 8, the contractor

episode 12, gerard keay at the hospital

episode 37, guy in the forest and milk bottles

pestilence (infestation, but cooler):

jane prentiss in general (worms)

episode 36, care home (flies)

madness (hypnotic patterns and fractals):

episode 3, not!graham's table? idk

episode 8, the contractor's dad obsessed with fractals

episode 38, homophobic vase

episodes 39, not!graham's table again? idk

bonus: episode 26, michael because

web (name-dropped by martin in episode 39, formerly spiders):

episode 16, arachnophobia

episode 36, zippo with web design that jonathan received

death:

episode 7, guy who met war

episode 11, black tendrils

episode 29, guy who plays faro

darkness:

episode 9, serial killer dad (there's a weird date inconsistency in this one)

stranger:

episode 1, anglerfish

episode 8, not!graham himself?

episode 10, vampires?

episode 27, bedroom doorknob

episode 28, anglerfish part 2 (yes i recognised sarah baldwin's name from episode 1, i'm better than jonathan /j)

episode 39, not!sasha herself?

hunt (name-dropped by jonathan):

episode 10, also vampires?

episode 14, voodoo fingers old lady ("some hungers are too strong to be denied")?

episode 15, cave diving?

episode 31, werewolf

fear of heights (?) (formerly infinity):

episode 21: parachute guy

lonely (name-dropped by my friend haha):

episode 13, graveyard and fog

episode 33, ghost ship and fog

ew (flesh/bones/meat/body/blood) (also probably two categories in a trenchcoat):

episode 8, the bleeding tree

episode 10, also also vampires?

episode 14, voodoo fingers old lady

episode 17, boneturner's book

episode 18, rotting meat nailed to the floor

episode 28, anglerfish part 2 (idk she wears her own skin like a glove and that's gross)

episode 30, abattoir

eyes (not a fear, btw, so i'm gessing fear of being watched?):

episode 12, gerard keay's lighter, and also gerard keay's tattoos

episode 23, mausoleum in germany

episode 39, jonathan feeling observed

claustrophobia (?):

episode 2, casket?

episode 15, cave diving?

episodes i have no idea where to put:

episode 4, ex altiora

episode 5, trash bags (probably multiple categories depending on the trash bag)

episodes 19 & 20, priest (probably multiple categories as well, maybe a bit of madness and a bit of ew)

episode 24, red organ and puppets (i will not let my own fear of clowns and dolls bully me into making a shiny new category just for them)

episode 25, cult roommate (could be lonely, could be darkness, idk)

episode 35, corridors (all of the categories at once)

#NO SPOILERS PLEASE i love y'all but i feel like i know too much already #not your fault and totally my friend's fault ngl #btw they said i'm of the lonely which apparently has nothing to do with my love for ghost ships and fog #and everything to do with my crippling fear of being abandoned by my loved ones and ending up completely alone. apparently. #again don't tell me if these categories are wrong or right #though i'm pretty sure most of them are right even if they have the wrong names #or the wrong episodes in them #thank you @jo1sstuff for your hints though #tma #tma spoilers #the magnus archives

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

So my request for werewolf myers is pretty dumb. A scenario where his s/o is kidnapped by hunters who want to use her as bait to catch the beast!

That's an interesting idea and a Nightmare On Michael's end.

Hunter's decided to use live bait to capture The Beast of Haddonfield and its his s/o as bait

Live Bait

Note: I've been slow on writing cause I've been drawing mostly and playing Animal Crossing. Here's a quick one shot of Werewolf Michael.

You thought to yourself while shifting your tied up wrists as marks from the rope around them. You where minding your own business walking through the urban area of Haddonfield and the next thing you blacked out and kidnapped by hunters who are looking for The Beast of Haddonfield and there using you as Live Bait.

Your arms started to cramp from having them held up for nearly hours at the tree you got them at, thinking that they'll become numb when you get your wrists untied. You hope to yourself that Michael will find you and get you back home. One of the men shifted in where he hid with his other companions, guns ready when they see the Beast himself peer out and into the clearing. One felt guilty for getting himself into this idea, drugging and kidnapping you just to be a monster's probably dinner.

"Any moment now, He'll come out of the tree line sees the bait. POW! We blow his brains out, ending his terror on Haddonfield once and for all." One said, as he kept a really close eye on where he might pop out of. The next fella on his right looked at him with concern, "What if he goes after us instead of this incident person we, mind you, drugged with sleeping medicine and kidnapped just for there life to be pretensionly snuffed out by the beast named Myers?" He asked the main guy who sat right next to him. "What it's not like nobody is going to miss them.."I can hear you, you know that?" You said interrupting him.

He was going to say something to you till the sounds of twigs crunching from a distance in the woods caught everyone off guard. "He's near. He can smell us." The one with a guilty conscience said, now having second thoughts about doing this. "It's now or never." The one on the left said as he raises his gun, ready to shoot. You just gripped the rope harder cause you knew it was going to get bloody.

The Wolf came out of the woods and nit towards you, but at the 3 men who took you way from him. Ripping the throat out of one and disembowling the other one. The third one ran off for dear life. after Michael finished off with the two men, he turned his attention to you. "Michael." You said he cuts the rope that held your wrists now with rope burns. He lifted you up his arms and placed you on his back and into the direction when you both should be. Home.

Michael didn't want to leave your side, well aware of what happened tonight. Even trying to go to the bathroom, he's going to be right outside. His paranoia grew during the rest of the night. He held you really tight close to him in bed. "Michael, can you loosen your grip on me? I can't breathe." You said muffled by his shirt, "I don't want what happened to happen ever again." He said, trying to hold back tears. "I know, I don't want to go through that again either." You replied,'But still." Michael said, looking at you. You placed a hand on his cheek, his eyes were watery looking into yours. "It's ok to cry. You don't have to hold back tears." You said quietly to him. Michael just let's his tears run down from his closed eyes. You hugged him as he silently cries. He was worried about you being kidnapped again as live bait for him to kill by accident. He held you tightly while you rubbed his back he took deep breaths as he calmed down. "You ok now?" You asked him, "A little." Michael replied as he wiped his tears away with his shirt. "Michael, I don't think anyone else would try using live bait with a person. But maybe a deer they caught." You said, trying to make Michael feel better getting his mind off human bait. "What happened tonight was a one-time thing. One of them must've had second thoughts about using me, as you know." You said. Michael gave you a kiss before going into a passionate kiss. "Promise me this." Michael started, "Don't let a random man drug you again." He said as he rubbed your wrist. "I promise." You replied as you continued kissing him.

He kissed your sore wrists and your collarbone, "God, I wanna give you so much pleasure right now." Michael said as he kissed your neck. "After what happened tonight? Are you sure about that?"You asked him. He smirked, "Well, more like sexual healing." Michael said as he placed his hand on your cheek. "Ok." You said with a small smile, Michael kissed you even more as he started to slip your pj's off.

#michaelmyers #halloweenmovie #werewolf #werewolfau #michael myers x reader #halloween1978

[fredericaaih]

Well, since I have no one to share with, I will pour out my thoughts here, because I doubt that I will write fan fiction on this idea.

Werewolves and vampires au.

People know about werewolves and vampires, everyone tries to cohabit without wars and clashes. Basically, people keep both sides from starting to kill each other and them. There are donors for vampires among humans and werewolves.

At the same time, there are places where there is no control and it is terribly dangerous there.

It is especially dangerous after an ancient vampire lord named Knives is announced, who wants to exterminate werewolves and turn people simply into a source of food for vampires of his bloodline (those whom he turned).

Vash is his brother, but he doesn't have vampires of his bloodline because he didn't turned anyone.

Wolfwood is a young werewolf. He is stronger than most werewolves thanks to the experiments that were carried out on him (The Eye of Michael exists)

Milly is also a werewolf. She works with Meryl as an insurance agent to prevent and record losses, as well as her bodyguard in a sense. She was turned into werewolf as a child when she lived on a ranch, so she knows how to live with her wolf side.

Meryl is a regular human, a reporter. Her derringer is loaded with silver, and there are thin sharp aspen stakes in the bag.

#trigun #meryl stryfe #nicolas d wolfwood #milly thompson #vash the stampede #mashwood #polygun #I love them theyrey babies #maybe my idea is cringe but im free #I will just post my thoughts sometimes

[owlcryptid]

Latest book buys + some thoughts and short reviews under the cut??

Cursed pirate girl (vol 2) by Jeremy Bastian

I bought the first volume last year, and I really can’t get enough of the gorgeous art in this. Look at this!!! The minutious etching, the paneling, the way the speech bubbles play and change shapes on the pages….

The story is a pirate girl looking for her legendary father in a mysterious world with a sea full of pirates and strange creatures. I’m a sucker for this kind of medieval inspired aesthetic and I am having a fantastic time. The look is so wonderful and weird, including in its narration, it’s definitely a unique one. A solid recommendation on my part!

I also managed to get it signed hehe

Millenium Darling (Sennen Darling) vol 1-2 by Iwasawa Midori

In the 80s, a jock with a big heart is saved from a strange robot attack by a young clockmaker who turns him into an overpowered cyborg (as you naturally would!) that he names Millenium Darling. Then follows the battle against a series of mysterious robotic cyborg monsters powered by magic magatma stones.

Look, I shouldn’t even be surprised that I’m eating this shit up. It was tailor made for Me specifically. I mean, LOOK at this synopsis. The dynamic between the main duo feels good to read, the artstyle is full on 80s goodness despite it being a modern work, it’s fun, it’s kitschy, it’s queer, and I can’t wait for the next volume. I don’t think this one is available un english, though. But keep an eye out for this one!

Red riding hood’s wolf Apprentice - Final testament to the stars (vol 1) by Sayaka Mogi

This one caught my eye at the FIBD So I brought it home. It’s a coming of age story of two little werewolf twins. I don’t have much to say except that it’s pretty cute. I will try to get the next one to see where this is headed though.

#DRCL Midnight Children (vol 1) by Shin’ichi Sakamoto

The new manga by the master Shin’ichi Sakamoto, I cannot overstate how much I like his previous work Innocent and Innocent rouge… This one is a retelling of Dracula.As usual the art is gorgeous and detailed, the ambience is mysterious and even feels unreal at times in a way that he really knows how to nail. I’ve heard that he’s made a lot of changes from the original novel, but since I haven’t read it (…yet) I am going in completely blind on that part, but so far I am really liking it!

I saw his masterclass in Angouleme where he talked about his influences for this work. A world where beauty is slowly fading away, the advent of the modern world, the changing status of women in society at that time… Also Dracula looks like Michael Jackson and he likes to come in dancing. What can I say. It works and it’s so fucking good.

That’s it for this batch! I don’t have the ambition to make full fledged reviews so this is more like a stream of thought, but if you read it all, thank you! And I hope you saw something that interests you.

#DRCL #Sennen Darling #cursed pirate girl #hulurlements #Owl bookshelf #<- new tag for this kind of posts I guess???

[hyachan-works]

Here's a sketch of Logan (first-born) and Michael (second-born) from my drawing of Enid's family in the fic Tale As Old As Time; False As It Can Be on AO3. If I remember correctly, the author never delved on too deep about Enid's family specifics--just that Esther had A+ parenting. So I just based off her brothers from the Netflix version where I saw about 4 boys at their table.

And then I thought, ok I guess I'll name them from werewolf characters in pop culture. The eldest is Logan (Wolverine), the second-born and third-born twins, Michael (Underworld) and Mason (Wizards of Waverly Place), and fourth-born Eddie (The Munsters).

Work's been quite a pain recently so I haven't had much time to work on this and other fanart I've made sketches of. But hopefully, I'll get this done by the end of the month 🥲

#wenclair #wenclair fanart #fanart #my art #tale as old as time; as false as it can be

[kawaiithinglover]

Masterlist

The House of dragon

Protective twin ( Jace twin × brother Jace ) | coming soon | not romantic stuff just Jace being a protective twin series

Aemond × Jace twin | coming soon |

Fake or true love ( Oc! Aemond twin × Jace ) | coming soon | series

The lion Queen (Oc! Targaryen × oc ) | coming soon | series

Not the father!? ( Jace twin Oc × Aemond ) | coming soon | series

Break my heart ( Oc × Targaryen male oc) | coming soon | series

Aemond with an Android S/o wife (like Conner from Detroit become human) | coming soon |

Be my lover ( Oc × Aegon ) | coming soon |

Queen of mean ( Aemond × Aegon × Y/n poly relationship) | coming soon | series

One-eyed Aemond Targaryen luck ( Queen oc × Aemond ) | coming soon | series

Aemond with a dragon! Reader | coming soon | I was highly aspiraed by @justrandomthoughs

Aemond with a Phantomhive reader ( Ciel twin ) | coming soon |

Yandere house of dragon with a adopted hybrid s/o | coming soon |

Yandere house of dragon with an adopted hybrid s/o pt. 2 | coming soon |

Slashers

Slashers with a witch s/o | coming soon | highly aspired by @the-slasher-files ( finish )

Slashers with a little sister s/o | coming soon |

Slashers with a pregnant S/o | coming soon |

Jason Voorhees with mermaid s/o | coming soon |

Michael Myers with a cat s/o | coming soon |

Slashers with a siren S/o | coming soon |

Wednesday characters

My series 👇

Chapter four | coming soon |

Chapter five | coming soon |

Chapter six | coming soon |

Chapter seven | coming soon |

Chapter eight | coming soon |

Chapter nine | coming soon |

Chapter ten | coming soon |

The end | coming soon |

A/n I just found out what the actor did the actor Xavier did and I'm really disgusted. I don't even know Percy ( I think that's what his name is ) but I didn't want to write Xavier anymore. But I still will because some people just like Xavier in general and not the actor but I like Xavier in general and not the actor. Does that even make sense I don't wanna offend anyone everyone has different options on what to do.

Male Enid × Werewolf! S/o | coming soon |

Male Wednesday × gf Vampire! S/o | coming soon |

Poly relationship ( Male! Wednesday × Male! Enid × Gf! Reader ) | coming soon |

Teenage pregnancy | Male! Wednesday × reader |

Wednesday × Sister! Reader | coming soon |

Anime

None yet

Avengers/ Marvel/ Dc

Nothing else yet

Request page

You can request anything

Something I had to say

And I think that's it for now

A/n

Oh A/n I was aspire by one author for my hybrid dragon one. I just forgot the name of the volg. If you know tell them that I was highly aspired by them. Thank you!

You can repost and use my stuff but ask me first before you do that. (You can only if I get the credit for my work because I will just say yes anyways)

#addams reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe x you #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house of dragons #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #aemond targaryen #aemond imagine #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen ii #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x you #wanda mcu #wednesdays addams #series #slasher fandom #slasher imagines #slasher community #s/o imagine slashers #slasher headcanons #slasher x s/o #masterlist

[aikoiya]

Hello, this post idea is something you probably have to take time to think of because of your big supernatural idea and lore stuff for this Danny Phantom AU (also the GIW comes to Amity Park WAY later then canon.)

One day in Amity Park just after Phantom stopped a ghost attack ( again), Danny is at Nasty Burger with his friends and while they are talking about the new DOOMED update they heard screaming as they look out the window and saw a giant glowing wave moving through Amity Park quickly and the people that got touched by the wave either turn into a monster or suddenly uncontrollably have magic, team phantom doesn't even have a moment to plan when the wave suddenly went through Nasty Burger and people got turned, Tucker turned into (any Egyptian monster that you think fit tucker the best) and Sam suddenly have the power when she was controlled by Undergrowth and Danny.... Actually Danny feels like nothing changed for him, while everyone is distracted by their change Danny stealthy go ghost and went to his house and hoping that his family is spared by the wave and his hope is fulfilled in that his family doesn't even change. While Danny is glad that his family is still normal (for a ghost hunters) but he is wondering about WHAT CAUSED THIS WAVE TO HAPPENED.

Meanwhile in the town next to Amity Park (not going to use the town random generator today) deep in the abandoned mansion basement in front of a dead curse god ( I am only using the random generator for name, you could find a god name that specialized in curses) there are 3 teenagers who killed that god.

The teen with a magical sword: At last, if the ritual is right, there is enough anti curse energy to cure my sister from that awful curse and redirect it back to that god.

The teen with a crossbow: Umm Rodney? Do you think what could happen if anyone notices a wave of energy moving fast?

Rodney Torres: Oh don't worry Joshua, the intended duration of the wave is this town and the town around it and people will not remember it if they are not cured of curses or saw a person uncursed in front of their eyes.

The teen with a flying drone named Michael White: But what if there are lots of people who got uncursed at the same time?

Rodney: don't worry, unless the Town next over is filled with unknowingly cursed people, we are fine. (Unfortunately Amity Park is full of cursed people.)

Tldr Amity Park is full of people who have a monster who cursed to be human or a witch who has their magic locked by a curse in their family line and in this au curse are in the bloodline until uncursed by the being who cursed them (or a ritual that requires a dead curses god energy) and I want to know (you don't have to do most of the named characters) what kind of monsters or mages are some of them?

(note. The people who are not cursed when the anti curse wave hits are the Fentons, Dash Baxter because of my belief that jock can never be a real monster just bullies at worst, Valerie Gray, and Vlad Master. Also when Danny went to Clockwork for an answer, all he got is "the god of curses is dead for a ritual to save a person's sister from a deadly curse which also punished the curser for their actions" and a direction for the town that where the curses god died)

Sorry it's taken me so long to reply. I'm guessing that these are characters made up?

I was a bit lost for a while.

But it's an interesting idea.

For Sam, I was thinking her being a sorceress with powers similar to a mix of what she had as Plant Sam & Raven's sort of shadowy powers from Teen Titans.

Tucker, I see him becoming a werewolf, but rather than the traditional werewolf, I'm thinking he'd have a more jackal-like appearance.

I'm also thinking about Paulina being turned into a Veela from HP. It sort of fits her.

I'm not sure about the others, though. It might take me a bit of time for those.

#danny phantom #dp #supernatural lore

[torpublishinggroup]

Showdown in the Skies: Aliens Vs. Dragons!

Strange lights fill the skies. So too does the beating of giant wings.

Shadows of an ominous future meet legends of a mythic past, and do battle. We do not come in peace, for here be dragons.

We’ve assembled a panel of experts to weigh in on the potential victors of each fight.

Check it.

The Xenomorph Vs. Toothless

Proposed Victor: Toothless Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant

“What chance does anything even have against the Alpha of All Dragons? The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself? Yes, Toothless may look cute and adorable, but his intelligence is unparalleled–he’s been known to show smart and strategic thinking. He can fly over 100 mph and is agile and strong enough to dive-bomb giant dragons and knock them to the ground. He also has plasma blasts, unerring accuracy, and an indomitable fighting spirit that won’t quit–and he fights for his friends? Does the Xenomorph have friends? (Yes, she has a hive, but are they really friends?)”

Proposed Victor: The Xenomorph Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“The Xenomorph is an acid-blooded, highly adaptive social hunter who has proven time and time again that in space we can hear you scream when it bursts out your chest. She’s a star terror of cinema and has torn through the armor of the Predator, and she frequently carries me to victory royales in Fortnite. Fans of Alien (1979), Aliens (1986), Alien 3 (1992), Alien: Resurrection (1997), Prometheus (2012), and Alien: Covenant (2017) understand that Toothless, who is domesticated and trained, will be ruined, ribboned, and folded into a scary xeno-cocoon.”

Stitch Vs. Melanchthon

Proposed Victor: Melancthon Expert: Mal Frazier, Editorial Assistant

“So, you might think Stitch is going to win. Sure, there’s no way that the cutest character could ever defeat the scariest character, but we’ll give him a fair crack. Dragon #7332 (no, not your buddy’s discord username) from The Iron Dragon’s Daughter by Michael Swanwick is rusting in a heap in the disgusting child labor factory for years when he finally finds an appropriately malleable pilot and steals Jane. He’s a giant metal dragon war machine built by fairies who eat death magic and [spoilers for a book older than me] kills the entire world. Yes, the whole thing. I think he’s neat. Also he’s named after a dead philosopher which has to give you a stats boost if some kind.”

Proposed Victor: Stitch Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant

“Experiment 626 was created to cause chaos across an entire galaxy. According to the mad scientist who created Stitch, he’s bulletproof, fireproof, can think faster than a computer, can see in the dark, and move objects 3,000 times his size. His first instinct is literally destruction. It’s like he was created to not only survive a fight against a dragon, but absolutely destroy them; change my mind.”

Zanj Vs. Tairn

Proposed Victor: Zanj Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“Okay before anything else, if space-pirate-werewolf-queen Zanj asked me to join her in (un)holy matrimony, I would ascend to her side instantly, madly, and without hesitation. By that metric at least she’s the most powerful combatant of this whole bracket, and I think we should take that into account. Max Gladstone’s phenomenal Empress of Forever chronicles the second conflict between Zanj and her allies against the omnipotent Jade Empress, who can destroy planets with her thoughts. Yeah. Zanj is back for round two. But Tairn won’t be.”

Proposed Victor: Tairn Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant

“I just read Fourth Wing (I’m late to the party, I know), and when I tell you Tairn could literally destroy a whole fleet, I’m so serious. This dragon took on multiple [redacted] and didn’t even flinch. His only weakness would be keeping his rider alive, but for the purposes of this, Tairn has claimed no rider, so he’s practically invincible and nothing could change my mind. He can shoot fire, his teeth are as big as humans, his wing span could crush dozens just accidentally. Need I say more.”

Deoxys Vs. Chronormu

Proposed Victor: Chronormu Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“Look Deoxys might come from space, but Chronormu helped stave off the invasion of the Burning Legion. Twice. She isn’t afraid. She’s cute, she’s trans, she’s a guardian of the timeways, and when she glances at this silly triangle-island (remember that puzzle? It was awful) and chooses FIGHT, it’ll be a OHKO. Plus Deoxys has base 50 HP, no matter what form it’s in. Flop.”

Proposed Victor: Deoxys Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant

“First of all, Deoxys came from outer space from INSIDE A METEOR. You cannot get more metal than that. It was on its way to destroy the world, but it stopped just to have this little battle. It’s capable of using any of its Formes to gain an advantage in battle, whether it’s Normal, Attack, Defense, or Speed. It’s also able to regenerate any part of its body! Not to mention its ultimate signature attack, Psycho Boost–sure, the recoil will lower its special attack, but no one’s going to survive that…”

#dragon week #tor books #empress of forever #max gladstone #dragons #aliens #dragons vs aliens

[kth1]

kth1 Wip Poll (221108)

Here is where tumblr user, kth1, is requesting feedback and interest in their list of active floating wips I have running around in my documents and head. Please, if you have the time and patience, follow through the poll and fill out the necessary areas! Thank you so much in advance and Happy Reading! 🧡

i completely cut down on a handful of wips too... like seriously... a handful! (honestly, like I cut about 9 fics) full descriptions and ideas aren’t labeled due to laziness and other reasons. please don’t take the ideas i have laid out. but if something inspires you, like we could totally work together and make a lil mini collab. bet. hit me up!

Below the cut are the list of fics I am currently ready to elaborate more on! The poll is located at the end of the post!

total wips: 11

Amalgamation [MYG]

⁀➷ Idea: Beautifully based off the Underworld film series. Events are very similar but more in the OC perspective! Like, I can’t express this anymore. Yoongi is basically Selene in this and OC is Michael. ⁀➷ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Fem Human!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: fantasy/supernatural, action, thriller, romance, smut

To Find the Sheep [JJK]

⁀➷ Idea: Based off of Red Riding Hood film (2011) which is adapted from the original Little Red Riding Hood fairy-tale. ⁀➷ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: fantasy, angst, mystery, romance, smut

Power Hour [KNJ]

⁀➷ Idea: OC works at the HYBE gym and falls head over heels for the beefy hunk who works out routinely every week. They develop a nice little crush on another (kind of) and then they... well... you know. ⁀➷ Pairing: Namjoon x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: strangers to lovers, smut

Safe Haven [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Jimin is a royal guard for your family. Proving his loyalty and dedication to you once your family gets attacked by rebels. This one I do have coming out in a collab in 2023! But please give royal guard jimin a chance to sweep you off your feet and save you from the rebels! He’s got the moon sequence tattooed down his back! ⁀➷ Pairing: Royal Guard Werewolf!Jimin x Fem Princess!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: semi-modern day au, forbidden love au, smut

Game Point [KTH]

⁀➷ Idea: Basically, OC is the new assistant coach for the Korea men’s national volleyball team. She quickly learns that someone on the team was one of her last drunken hook ups, but it unfortunately isn’t the handsome ambidextrous right side hitter by the name of Kim Taehyung. This one is scary for me to write and I come back to it ever so often. I love volleyball and would love nothing more than to see Taehyung in a volleyball setting. I just don’t know if anyone else would care. ⁀➷ Pairing: Volleyballplayer!Taehyung x Fem AssistantCoach!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: strangers to lovers, smut

Haven’t Had Enough [KTH]

⁀➷ Idea: When things begin heading down the rocky path of bad behaviors and habits while on the road to success, the two of you struggle to keep the heartwarming connection you once shared. Where countless reminders of not having another serves you every single second in each others presence. Even though the two of you collectively agreed to the split in the first place, neither one of you are comfortable enough to give up on another. Apart of a future collab! Yes they break up but they get back together. ⁀➷ Pairing: LeadSinger!Taehyung x Fem MerchManager!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: established relationship, angst, smut

Feeling Frisky [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Hybrid!!!! Jimin purposely hunts oc for fun, a casual encounter between the two of them. The thrill of the hunt and capturing his prey is always arousing. ;) Snowy mountain caves with secret hot springs are the thoughts here. Just a nice little frisky fun loving. ⁀➷ Pairing: SnowLeopard!Taehyung x Fem BlueSheep!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: fwb, fluffy, smutty

Lessons Learned [KTH]

⁀➷ Idea: Aight, here me out. Pokemon themed. Taehyung runs an Eevee/Pokemon daycare/breeder facility and OC is trying to get her Eevee to evolve! So OC and Taehyung work alongside another to help OC’s Eevee become comfortable to change. Blue hair Taehyung is the need. I won’t ruin the innocence of Pokemon here, I promise! ⁀➷ Pairing: Taehyung x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: pokemon au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

Pursuite to Articuno [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Surprise, another pokemon themed one! This one is basically Jimin as a trainer, looking to collect himself an Articuno so he travels to the Seafoam Islands in hopes to battle and capture one. However, the one he finds already has a trainer. OC. Purple hair Jimin is the vibe.⁀➷ Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: pokemon au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

Velvet Voice [JJK]

⁀➷ Idea: Uprising lead singer Jungkook has never had a problem finding himself a nightly companion to share a bed with. What he doesn’t expect is that he finds himself with a true nightly companion after his set. Yes, oc is a vampire in this one. ⁀➷ Pairing: LeadSinger!Jungkook x Fem Vampire!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: supernatural au, strangers to lovers, smut

No Title* [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Jimin is attached to a very rare and exotic flower which OC ends up buying to spice up her apartment decorations. Throughout the days, she begins running more and more into this very seductive, beautiful man which she never had met before. ⁀➷ Pairing: Incubus!Jimin x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: supernatural au, strangers to lovers, smut

I am very willing to chat a little more about each fic, but I will not give the whole run down on what I plan on doing with them. Me asking for your feedback is me looking for reassurance and hope. Interest and excitement. I don’t normally reach out like this, but I am willing to try and see exactly what some of you guys may be looking forward to seeing!

Just shoot me an ask if you have any questions! 

Other than that: HERE IS THE POLL FOR THE FICS

#mb #kth1 wip poll #dont steal my ideas either because literally most of these fics all got something towards them and imma throw elbows #i really did cut so many wips because i even couldn't find myself to liking them enough right now hahaha #i will be self reblogging this here and there

[mirandalevi]

Enter to win a 1 of 100 copies of my new novel, From A Youth A Fountain Did Flow.

Supernatural meets The Raven Boys in this thrilling young adult fantasy horror novel about a girl who has lost everything and finds herself in the center of a war between witches and demons. In a world where anything is possible, can she find the things that keep her human? Or is she doomed to a dark destiny? Love. Fate. Darkness. Thrust into a timeless battle between an ancient network of witches and the demon underbelly who will stop at nothing to possess her regenerating body. Scarlet Singer must decide what is worth fighting for in this life. Love, fate, and a greater destiny are all at stake. When Scarlet stumbles upon a poem written in a journal for her more than a hundred-and-fifty years earlier, she must face her greatest fears and accept the possibility that she is the fountain of youth personified. Only a Telepath named Marcus and a Void named Zig stand between Scarlet and the battle over her future. Whom can she trust when both sides have enough reason to end her? If any of them knew the truth, her life would be forfeit.

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"Pursued by demons, a teenage girl must confront darkness and a terrible destiny in Levi’s YA fantasy novel. In Washington State,17-year-old Scarlet Singer is haunted by nightmarish shadows and a feeling of wrongness. Her bad dreams come true when her home is invaded by a monster in the guise of a man. Her mother sacrifices herself to give her daughter time to escape, and a teenage telepath named Marcus Castillo is drawn to Scarlet, sensing her distress. His grandmother, a witch named Kara, accompanies him and slaughters the demonic killer with magic, and Scarlet’s perception of reality is forever changed (“I know magic isn’t real, and demons are like fairytales designed to scare children. Except, I am now swayed to the argument that demons are real, and magic seems to exist despite my reservations”). Packed with demons, humans reduced to “meat suits,” blood-letting and blood-drinking, witches, telepathy, time-shifting, and supernatural realms reachable through magic portals, the novel is never dull. The abundance of fantasy and horror tropes could have been overkill, but the author weaves them into a neat twist on the concepts of the fountain of youth and reincarnation. The catalyst is the 19th-century journal of a young woman named Kelby, which causes Scarlet, sheltered by a powerful Witches Council, to begin to wonder who—and what—she is, leaving her with a secret she can’t share, hunted by demons and ostensible friends alike. Throughout, Scarlet’s closeness to Witches Council members Marcus and the handsome Zig complicates things... The author effectively keeps the plot moving forward by shifting narratives between Scarlet, Marcus, Zig, Kelby’s journal, an enigmatic witch named Azeltha, Scarlet’s demonic nemesis, Dagon, and a few minor but essential characters. The shocker of a cliffhanger at the end signals a sequel to come. An imaginative fantasy-horror tale anchored by a relatable teen hero, engaging ..." Kirkus Reviews

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[cheeryconspiracy]

Got around to drawing my other listener insert :33 This time Angel! David is one of my biggest comfort characters in the history of. Well. Ever. So they ended up being VERY self inserty and self indulgent. Cringe is dead let me kiss the wolf. This guy is just as much a loser as Nastassia is they’re just so much more put together about it. I love them

Just like Nastassia, I’m putting my hcs abt them under the cut! I have. A lot for them. If you read I will kiss you on the mouth

- First one isn’t a headcanon I just wanna plug my playlist for them. Very normal.

Genderfluid! Evangeline uses all pronouns and doesn’t really care which ones you use to refer to her - hell switch it up in the same sentence he won’t bat an eye. They’ve also had top surgery!

They’re head of graphics at an indie video game company! A little office job that she absolutely ADORES. The company mainly focuses on romance oriented visual novels. Yes I have made the rest of the company too. I love them.

Being the head of graphics, Evangeline has a totally different work mode compared to his usual personality. At work he’s much more focused, strict, and even a little scary. Outside of work he’s cheerful and bubbly.

Club kid! They’re obsessed with 70s/80s disco fashion, incorporating it into their daily life wherever possible. They loooove going on nights out to the club. They often persuade David to tag along, not because he enjoys it, particularly, but because it means she gets scary dog privilege.

Old friends with baaabe! They’ve been close since before meeting their respective mates, and roomed together in college.

Was in a rock band in college! Baaabe was in the same band. Evangeline refuses to talk about it to the point where David doesn’t even know about it. They looked like this. College was also where he picked up the name Evangeline - it was just a stage name at the time, but he ended up growing attached.

Evangeline also met Michael in college. Their relationship was a constant hot and cold, on and off arrangement that never seemed to last. They never stayed split for more than a week, though. This arrangement lasted about 4 years before they finally split up for good. It was a very messy breakup.

Started leaning REALLY hard into the angel aesthetic after meeting David. She has no idea if his doting nickname was just a shortened version of her name or an actual nickname, but it did something to her. They have a pair of angel wing shaped earrings they wear absolutely EVERYWHERE, as well as an angel wings tattoo on their back. They’re dedicated to the bit.

Could easily wear contacts. Doesn’t want to.

Not actually as much of a flirt as they’re made out to be! When they met David, they were totally panicking. I would too if a jacked stranger way taller than me asked why I was stalking him! Their flirts that day were entirely improvised on the spot through panic.

That being said, they use the meeting story to their advantage. Full on dramatises it. “He asked why I was stalking him, but can you believe he was stalking me instead??” Type beat.

Owns a shit ton of cute pyjamas. Doesn’t wear them. David’s shirts are so much more comfortable.

Oh my god I looked at their height difference out of curiosity (w my headcanon height for David) JESUS CHRIST. Evangeline has to scale their fiancé like a tree if they want a kiss.

She was very close to rejecting David at first. Both of them had their reasons for being closed off to the idea of dating at the time, Evangeline’s being that they were still picking up the pieces of the mess that was their breakup with Michael. But he’s nothing if not impulsive! So she eventually said yes to a second date after ghosting David for like a week /hj

Buys THE most stupid but also well thought out gifts.

Not the best cook, but an amazing baker! Cakes, cookies, brownies, they can do it all! They usually make big batches for the solstice.

sends those werewolf memes to David. You know the ones.

Arranges pack karaoke at LEAST once a month. All the mates are invited too. It descends into chaos once Evangeline breaks out Heaven is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle because she will not just sing it she will PERFORM it.

He has a really fancy signature and signs all of his Is with hearts

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #rasmr #redacted audio oc #redacted angel #redacted davey/angel #Bonnie’s ocs! 🩷 #OC: Evangeline 🪩