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lace-coffin · 5 months

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Slasher autism headcanons

Requests are open!

is this just me projecting onto other slashers? Absolutely! It’s like the spider man pointing at eachother meme but it’s just me and slashers both having autism 😌

Tw: slight mentions of meltdowns and self injuring stims

Billy Lenz

*slaps him like the hood of a car* “do you know how much autism you can fit in here?”

Billy struggles with loud noises especially repetitive ones. He often holds the phone far away from his ear when calling the sorority because he can’t stand the call tone. please get him some headphones or ear defenders

Despite this he enjoys making a lot of noise through vocal stimming/echolalia, picking up on words or phrases he hears from you or the others at the sorority. He usually has a record playing to keep him from getting under-stimulated, though this can be a delicate balance because sometimes it helps and sometimes it’s too much and annoys him.

Billy is hyper verbal (this may be more of an adhd thing I’m unsure) he has so many thoughts he needs to voice to the point where it feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t get them out audibly. He does struggle knowing when it’s his turn to talk though so he may accidentally talk over you.

Billy tends to get along with animals better, connecting to them just feels easier and more natural. He loves to hang out with Claude and rub his face against his fur.

Billy often throws and breaks things during meltdowns, doing it in the heat of the moment and regretting it later if it was something he cared about. Please reassure him it’s not his fault and help him clean it up/ fix it when he feels ready to be around people again.

May not be purely and autism thing but affection bites for sure

Bubba sawyer

Bubba stims in a lot of ways. Flapping his hands in excitement and doing little dances. I think She would play with the charms on her bracelet she took from Pam when they don’t feel safe to openly stim, say he’s in public somewhere he’s not familiar with or dealing with victims.

They have a habit of hitting their head with their fists during meltdowns and pacing (as seen in the og movie when she’s upset about the victims breaking in when no one’s home)

Bubba is also hyper empathetic, other peoples emotions have a big effect on them, sometimes making it hard to settle when their family is distraught.

Non verbal- speaking feels unnatural and straining for her, her family have never pushed him to talk since it’s clear it’s uncomfortable so she’s happy to communicate via noises and body language. Communication cards may be helpful for when more complex answers are needed.

Loud noises aren’t really a problem for her since he’s running around with a loud ass chainsaw all day but it can become grating after a long day if they’re overstimulated already, they’ll push through it and get the task done but he’ll need some time alone in his room to recuperate after.

Doesn’t leave the house super often, they’re much comfier to be home around people they know. She does occasionally go shopping with Drayton and their siblings but it’s very taxing on her because of all the stimuli so it’s not super often.

Michael Myers

I think he’d have a very specific pallet, not liking inconsistencies in its foods and preferring to stick to the stuff it knows it likes. he has such a sweet tooth and eats a bunch of candy. It likes the texture differences in different kinds of sweets, jelly is a particularly good one. Mikey eats a lot of grilled cheese to, it’s mum used to make it for him a lot as a kid and it’s a staple safe food for him. He likes his food bland and beige (me to mikey)

Very specific about his clothing, labels are an absolute no go and need to be cut out. He only likes to wear one brand of coveralls because they’re the only ones it feels sits right without making him want to crawl out of his skin. So basically its wardrobe is just a bunch of the same brand coveralls. (Like SpongeBob with his identical wardrobe lol)

Non verbal through choice, mikey can talk but finds it uncomfortable to do so it usually doesn’t. If he really needs to get something across that he can’t then it’ll use sign.

Low empathy, Michael feels empathy for people close to him like his mother or you but not for others. He doesn’t really understand why he should care about people unimportant to him.

It’s part of Michael’s routine for you to go to bed together at the same time, it gets gradually more antsy the longer you stay up over bedtime. Eventually if he deems what you’re doing not worthy of staying up for he’ll just pull you away from it and carry you to bed. It also sleeps in a specific position, he has the whole bed to sleep in but prefers to curl up in the same way he did back at smiths grove, apart from there he didn’t have a choice. If you’re asleep and splayed out Michael would rather sleep on the sofa so he can be in its comfy position. He also probably won’t touch you if your wearing pyjamas with a bad texture, brushed cotton is a no and he won’t be cuddling you unless you’re in a safe textured set.

Doesn’t like eye contact much, he feels more comfortable in looking at peoples face if it’s wearing a mask, it’s less intimate and awkward.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms can go from very clingy to not wanting to be touched very quickly. He adores being attached to you anyway he can, like cuddling you from behind when cooking or wrapping himself around you in bed. Despite this Brahms can get overwhelmed with touch sometimes, the feeling of ‘to much’ buzzing under his skin. If this is the case then he’ll likely need time to himself back in the walls.

Brahms likes everything to be on schedule and to follow the rules. Like we see in the movies he gets upset when his rules are ignored since it throws of his routine and schedule. If you need to do anything extra or take something off the schedule please let him know in advance so he has time to process it.

Low empathy but only for people not super close to him. He understands how he’s expected to react socially to peoples problems/pain and can show it through masking but it’s purely because he thinks it’s what he has to do.

The walls are a safe space for him. His room was the place he felt calmest after what happened with his parents, its decorated to his taste and dimly lit as not to hurt his eyes. His room has everything he needs within close distance so if he’s feeling low on spoons then the fridge is only a few steps away. Plenty of blankets for pressure/burying himself into.

Also we can’t ignore the fact he literally masks with his porcelain doll mask lol

I think Brahms would use to much eye contact as opposed to none, he was taught it was polite in his lessons as a boy and took it slightly to literally. He loves to stare at you affectionately < 3

Asa emory

Special interest in bugs and entomology! I headcanon that he mostly became a professor so he can info dump about his special interests all day to his hearts content. He can get frustrated quickly if he feels he’s not being listened to.

(Ignoring the shitty enclosures in the collector bc I say so) I think proper husbandry would be important to him, he researches for days before he feels comfortable setting up a home for his specimens. If he’s feeling overwhelmed he likes to sit with his bug enclosures, watching over them and rocking himself.

Asa connects to his bugs more, finding them easier to understand , bugs tend to have more readable body language so it’s easier to tell when they want to be left alone without pressing to far. A person may say they’re not upset but are only hiding it to be polite. A tarantula will bare its fangs and let you know when it’s had enough.

Asa is very precise in his traps, planning them thoroughly before assembling, however he can get overwhelmed and upset say if a wire snaps repeatedly or the trap won’t work as it’s supposed to. He can feel himself boiling over and will abruptly stand from him chair, taking himself over to his bug collection to distract himself and hopefully avoid a meltdown.

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vinyleee · 3 years

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Kisaki (25) x Reader (18+)

tw: death, guns, blood

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you held your breath as you stood between the two burly men that escorted you in the cramped elevator. the light was dim, even so it produced a glare against the scuffed metal. flashes of vibrant lights shown in the windows from the city, green and purple scattered against the thin surface of your red dress. he had requested you wear it tonight, for it was ‘a special occasion’

“damn how much longer is this lift going to take,” one of the guards grunted out looking at the key panel as he fiddled with his gun. he traced the tip of his index finger over the sights, as if preparing himself to aim at someone.

“heh, might take a half hour more for all we know… boss ordered us to take her all the way to the penthouse so it’s not like we can just get off on the next floor.” The other guard replied rolling his shoulders back, fixing his posture.

you released your breath and looked at the guard to your right, still fixed on his gun. you studied the features of his face as he lifted the gun up to look through the sights.

“hmm what’s wrong miss.. heh.. do you want to play?” he chortled when he noticed you staring. ‘here, don’t be shy.’

he placed one large hand on the small of your back, causing you to shiver. “don’t worry im friendly…”he grinned when you put a hand out to stop him from getting to close. he saw it as an opening, he placed the pistol he had been studying in your hand.

the weight of the gun shocked you, but it felt… almost comfortable. as you wrapped your fingers around the handle the gripping rubbed against your skin. it felt natural to you.

you twisted your wrist left and right to see the different angles of the pistol. nothing was rather interesting about the pistol except for a few tally marks, you guess to mark how many victims it had killed.

“hey now what are you doing giving that to her?”the other man bit out as you raised the gun up to see yourself just what the other guard found so enticing about the gun.

“oh come on were just having fun! right little lady?”,the one who handed you the gun chuckled.

you ignored him and looked up to the ceiling, your eyes moving across the space between the dying fluorescent lights. trying to spot a camera or a microphone somewhere you stood up on the tips of your toes and traced your fingers directly above you were standing. there was a slight convex in the metal that you skimmed the tips of your fingers over.

he was watching.

you felt reassured as you brought your hand back down to your side. “here, Ive had enough fun.” you sigh handing the man his gun back.

“oh silly you.. I’m not,” he put the gun back in its holster and placed his hands on your waist. he brought you into his chest and put his nose to the top of your head, breathing in your scent.

“ugh as soon as I take over this place and kill boss, you’re gonna be mine baby…”he said tracing one hand up your exposed back, from the opening of the dress.

“what are you saying?” the other guard said as he pried his partners hands off you. “you’ve lost it haven’t you? do you know who he is? he isn’t just some wanna be gangster… he’s kisaki.”

‘kisaki.’ the word rang through your ears, and left a warmth in your cheeks as if he had just caressed your face. kisaki, your kisaki.

you relaxed instantly at the sound of his name. ‘ah let him do as he pleases.’ you raise a hand up stopping the guards from a fight that neither of them would come back from.

just then the elevator chimes. “for fucks sake about time.”

you let out an exasperated sigh as you stepped out of the elevator. behind you the two men silently cursed at each other as the followed after you.

“stay by my side”, the guard set on stealing your heart said lightly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling out his gun once more, except this time ready to pull the trigger on anyone who threatened your safety.

the other, more collected, guard walked a few steps in front of you with his gun trained in front of him. he looked down the turns and twists of the hallways that lead to different rooms of kisakis building. he kept his back close to the wall and stuck out his gun first then his head peaked out ever so slightly around the corner.

at the end of the hall you could make out shadows of men pacing back in forth through a crack in the door. suddenly the air around you felt static, why would kisaki call you to his penthouse and have two… very unqualified guards escort you.

your head started to throb as you searched for an answer. each scenario you played out in your head led to someone dying. that was the best case. you didn’t want to think of worse ones, so you stopped to take a deep breath.

‘nothing is going to happen’ you reassured yourself. kisaki would protect you. there was nothing to fear.

as you neared the door to kisakis pent house you heard someone murmur a few distasteful things about you.

“why do you keep that bitch around, she does nothing but distract you boss. your priorities aren’t straight anymore…”

“hmm so that’s how you truly feel,” you heard kisaki laugh.

as you approached the door you pictured the expression kisaki was making as kisaki laughed. his face was probably flushed with excitement, and his eyes were probably just as piercing as ever.

you felt your breath hitch as you thought of his eyes. the way they could make you fear for your life in an instant, turned you on.

closing your eyes yet again, you imagined kisaki restraining your hands above your head and staring you down with those eyes. you imagined him pressing his knee into your dripping pussy and forcing you against the wall.

“ehem”, the guard who had been swatting through turns of each hallway cleared his throat, trying to get your attention.

“hm what is it”, you turned around to face him after he whisked you away from your fantasy.

“we should go inside now before kisaki gets upset that we took so long…” the corners of his eyes squinted as he winced, imagining what would happen to him if he didn’t follow kisakis orders.

“ok then, shall we?” you straighten your shoulders and fix your hair before gently pushing the thick double doors open.

“boss I just think you should…never mind, if you’ll excuse me.” the man who spoke ill of you muttered stepping to the right to avoid coming into contact with the opening doors.

as the doors swung open and the two guards walked into the penthouse you took in as much of the room as possible.

the entire penthouse was made up of windows. lights from the city flooded in making the use of no lights seem rather understandable. kisaki leaned against a mahogany desk directly across from you. his arms folded over his pinstripe vest, his sleeves rolled up exposing the veins from his hands to his forearms. the purple and green lights that had danced across your dress in the elevator now illuminated kisakis figure.

“no,” kisaki gritted through his teeth at the man who wanted so desperately to leave after bad mouthing you. “you stay, and you my darling come here” he raised one finger up and curled it back, beckoning you.

you let out a shaky breath as you stepped forward, your hands bunching up pieces of the red dress he had requested.

“ah why so nervous sweetheart?” kisaki mocked taking long steps toward you, “you look perfect in that dress I ordered for you. as I knew you would.”

“thank you…” you said in a hushed voice, avoiding his eyes.

in a half of a second his hand was on your jaw, pulling your face towards his, “look at me when you speak to me, bitch”

you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden aggressiveness, your face flushed with heat. your head started to spin with anticipation. kisakis lips were inching closer to yours. his breath warm against your mouth.

he licked his lips and smiled as he pulled away, “ah ah ah, not just yet sweetheart we have some business to take care of.”

you shook your head and turned around to see the expressions of the ‘business’. you had known what was going to happen. you turned back around to face kisaki yet again.

he was now sitting on the desk with his legs spread and a mocking smile plastered on his face, “won’t you come sit” he patted his leg.

as you approached him you heart raced, his touch would turn you into a thoughtless animal searching for the pleasure that only he could deliver.

“good girl”, he murmured into your ear, nibbling on it a bit, when you placed yourself into his lap.

you wrapped an arm over his shoulders and placed your other hand on his chest. you ran your hands over the cloth of his vest, eventually you tugged on his tie a bit, begging him silently.

he slid his perfect hands around your waist and pulled you in closer to him. the scent of sage and liquor wafted into your nose as you put your face in the crook of his neck. he was so intoxicating.

“mmm you’re just so impatient tonight hmm” he said tracing a hand up your thigh and under you dress slipping two fingers into your panties.

“boss.” one of the guards whispered, “can we leave?”he rocked back and forth on his heels uncomfortably waiting for a response.

kisaki brought his eyes up to the men and sighed, “cant you see im busy, now be patient and wait for your orders until then.. keep your mouths shut.”

you let out a breath as he turned his attention back to you, biting your collarbone. “ah fuck,” he breathed into your neck. “i just can’t wait to be inside you.” he lifted his head and grinned at you.

you bit your lip as he placed two fingers against your dripping cunt. he rubbed soft, gentle circles into your pussy. your body twitched under his touch, your head felt light and you could feel the heat starting to rise up.

he slid his other hand from your waist directly up to the small of your back while pushing two fingers inside you. he chuckled as he felt you wrap around him in excitement. “oh you want me so bad don’t you slut?” he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. “say it and maybe I’ll give you what you want so bad”

“kisaki I want you… I want you so bad, please.” you whined out gripping his tie tightly.

“aren’t you ashamed, begging for me to fuck you in front of three strangers? mm not so lady like of you.” he said, abruptly pulling his fingers out of you and licking them.

“my apologies gentleman we should get back to business.” he lifted you off of him and placed you on the desk as he stood up. he took his time walking around to reach into a drawer, in which he pulled out a glock.

“kisaki…what’re you doing?” you asked trying to collect yourself after kisaki toyed with you.

“ah don’t worry princess just look at me, ok?” he stepped beside you grabbing your hand and training the gun to the man who had come onto you in the elevator.

“you shouldn’t have underestimated me, I have eyes and ears everywhere. I know what you did to her. offering a women a gun, have you no sense?” kisaki smiled pulling the trigger before the guard could answer in his defense.

you kept your eyes on kisaki even when you heard the guards body thump as he hit the floor. even when you knew the pool of blood that seeped from his corpse would spread out to the furniture. even still, you’re eyes never looked away from kisaki.

you squeezed your legs together when you saw kisakis smile grow and his eyes squint. the light shining in through the windows made him stand out against the darkness of the room. on your own face the light scattered onto you as well.

“now who’s next? hmm?” he chuckled moving his gun back and forth between the last two men. “you, the one bad mouthing my property, and questioning my priorities. you really are so stupid.” again he pulled the trigger. and still you kept your eyes on him. you felt heat rising up in your chest as you watched his smile grow with every person he killed.

“ah, the last man standing.” kisaki released your hand and stood up. he walked over to the last person he was yet to kill in the room. “you did well today, you followed my orders thoroughly. you can leave now. oh but one more thing, call someone to clean this mess up.” he used his gun to point at the bodies sprawled on the floor.

“y-yes sir” the last man stammered out before speeding out the door.

“finally” kisaki raised his arms up as he turns around to face you. “youve been such a good girl you deserve a reward.”

he came back to the desk where you sat cross legged waiting for him to give you the pleasure he denied you before. putting a finger out he removed a strand of hair from your eyes and put it behind your ear.

“do you know how many people I’ve ordered to kill for me? hmm you don’t think I wouldn’t kill for you? after all the things they did to you? stripping you of your clothes with their eyes. you’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who doesn’t fucking agree. all mine princess, now I think it’s time for you to show me your appreciation. on your knees slut.”

your mouth watered as you slid down to the floor. kisaki rubbed his cock through his pants waiting for you to do as he ordered. unbuttoning his pants you moved one hand up under his shirt to feel more of him. “im getting impatient,” he whispered gripping some of your hair and pushing your face down onto his cock.

you licked circles around his tip and up his shaft, causing him to grunt and pull your hair roughly. you brought your hands up to stroke him as you sucked.

the air was filled with the sound of slurping and choking. you felt him deep in your throat, making you want more.

you’re head bobbed up and down as you picked up speed sucking and licking all around his cock. “ah fuck, just like that” he groaned out throwing his head back with pleasure. your hands came down to your pussy to touch yourself as you pleasured him. the more of a reaction you got from him the worse you needed him.

he pulled you by your hair taking your mouth of off his cock. “did I give you permission to touch yourself?” he leaned down grinning in your face.

“n-no but…” you stammered trying to find the words to say in your fuzzy head.

“then take your hands away from yourself and keep sucking you slut.” he thrusted his cock into your mouth as you brought your hands back up.

you moaned as his dick slid deeper down your throat, you did your best to lick and suck but your movements were getting sluggish from the pleasure.

“cmon,” he whined out thrusting into your mouth, “you can go a little longer. isn’t this what you wanted bitch? or would you rather be riding me right now?”

you looked up at him through watery eyes trying to beg him to give you the pleasure you needed so badly.

he pulled out of your mouth and picked you up laying you down on the table.

“youve done enough, good job princess.” he sighed kissing you lips gently before climbing on top of you. his face hung inches away from yours as he smiled, “since you were so impatient earlier I’ll give you what you want, but I cant promise I’ll be nice.”

he slid the dress of off you from your shoulders, following that he ripped off your panties and bra. he spread open your legs and licked circles around your nipples as he thrust into you.

you moaned out his name in surprise, he wasn’t going to go easy on you. you gripped the sides of the desk as he continuously thrust into your dripping pussy.

suddenly he stopped, taking off his glasses and shoving his tongue down your throat. “you’re insides feel so fucking good” he breathed as your tongues met. he sucked and bit your lip when you released the kiss for a breath, a string of saliva attached your mouths.

“ah ah ah, you don’t get any breaks.” he laughed breathlessly while groping your titties. you let out small whimpers as he slowly started to thrust into you again.

his breathing became erratic and his hands came up to your thighs as he came to his climax. “so fucking close, princess” your insides twitched around him as you neared yours as well.

you felt him twitch inside you as he came, “ah fuck” he whined out, moaning your name.

your hands came up to his face as he thrusted into you slowly, his movements becoming more sluggish. his face was flushed and wet with sweat. the slowness and sweetness of his movements felt even better then when he was going fast.

“ah kisaki…” you released onto his cock as you gripped his tie. he shoved his tongue down your throat yet again not allowing you a break from the pleasure.

“you can hold on a little longer cant you doll.” his warm breath breezed over your face as your eyes teared up once more.

“y-yeah” you gasped trying to catch your breath.

he shoved himself deeper inside you causing your back to arch and you to moan out his name. “god that’s what I wanted to hear, your pretty little voice… now I won’t stop till I have you screaming out my name.”

he placed a hand on your cheek and smiled devilishly, hearing you moan out so desperately gave him his motivation to go rough back.

your mind was flooded with pleasure as kisaki railed into you on the desk. by the end of the night all you knew was the sound of skin clapping against skin and the squelching noises of your fluids mixing with his. all you felt was kisaki inside you, so deep you could feel him in your guts.

you watched his desperate expression as he made you cum over and over again, the smile that stretched across his face every time you moaned out his name and begged him to make you cum. all you wanted was the taste of his mouth in yours. you wanted to feel his tongue in your mouth like two dancers performing a waltz.

you came over and over again to kisaki until you had nothing left. “kisaki… ah… please stop.. I cant cum anymore.”

“oh baby i know you have more in you.” he grinned as he slammed into you faster and whined as the pleasure was getting to be too much for him too.

“ah.. kisaki.. I’m gonna…” before you could get it out kisaki started sucking on your titties as he slowed down the pace.

“i thought you had nothing left.” he laughed when he felt you twitching around him again.

“i didn’t ” you whimpered, hands coming up to his back tugging on the fabric of his vest he didn’t have time to take off.

your body twitched under him as you held onto him, the pleasure wouldnt stop. slowly he pulled his sopping cock out of your twitching pussy and started leaving love bites all over you.

“ahh it still feels…” Kisaki shushed you before you could continue

“just relax,” he said combing his fingers through your hair and sitting you up. “I went to far im sorry. I… I just wanted you to know I’d do anything, for you.”

you relaxed into his arms and closed your eyes. you knew, even if he didn’t kill those men for you, and even if he didn’t pleasure you past your limit. you knew.

“thank you kisaki…”

authors note: this was my first serious ff so im sorry if it ended weird.. I honestly didn’t know what to do. I hoped you enjoyed it either way (^_−)−☆

#fanfic #kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #overstimmed #tokyo revengers #x reader

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loki-hargreeves · 4 years

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Vampire!Loki x Reader [smut] ~ Bite me 🎃

Warnings: vampire x human sex, biting, blood play, unprotected sex, fucking a stranger // 18+ please

Word Count: 6,9K [nice]

Summary: You’re in the forest on what seems like a regular day, when suddenly everything changes. A werewolf chases you and you’re trapped, until Loki arrives and saves you. This handsome stranger takes you to his mansion where things evolve quickly and passionately. When you find out he’s a vampire, you have two choices. To run for your life, or get captured willingly...

Author’s Note: It’s Halloween and I made Y/N a little bit freaky when it comes to vampires. Enjoy! :)

Listen to: Flesh - Simon Curtis or any Halloween playlist honestly

YOUR POV

The weather wasn’t always predictable. On days that started with autumn sunshine and a lovely breeze, no one could really see the storm coming. Not even you, as you made your way deep into the forest to pick berries and herbs. You had only been surrounded by the tall trees for a few lonely hours, as the sunshine turned into darkness and rain began to pour from the skies.

Birds flew away from the clouds, and you had to assume that a thunderstorm was coming, even though you saw the light from the full moon shine through the cracks in the clouds. The only thing you could do now was to seek shelter, which wasn’t easy when you were far away from the town and the safety of your own home.

“Fuck,” You cursed as you felt the rain soaking through your coat, cold droplets running down your spine, leaving shivers behind its trail. Moments later, you heard the first brawl of thunder, roaring loudly throughout the land. You didn’t see where the lightning struck, but based on the volume of it, you had to assume it was close -- too close.

You had to push branches and twigs out of your way as you made your way through the narrow pathway. It was incredibly dark, so it was hard to see your surroundings. The rain and thunder were loud and it made your ears hurt. The weather had changed to fast that it was almost unreal, and now you were cold and wet which was beyond annoying.

You would be lucky if you didn’t get struck by lightning.

After a while, you heard a cracking sound, and you caught a shadowy figure in the corner of your eye. As if you met a brick wall, you stopped and held your breath. With narrowed eyes, you scanned the dark surroundings.

“Hello?” You called out, hoping that your voice didn’t give away just how frightened you were. It was odd how meeting other people in the woods could be so scary.

When you didn’t get an answer, you decided to take a few steps forward. That’s when you heard another pair of footsteps, coming closer to you. Whoever it was, they didn’t want to make their presence clear, and that was very suspicious to you.

Whoever it was must’ve had ill intentions, which became awfully clear when they ran towards you. You only saw it for a short moment and struggled to see any human signs. As if you weren’t terrified enough when you realized you were being chased, you now feared that it wasn’t even human.

Without any hesitation, you dropped your basket on the ground and took off into a sprint. Adrenaline kicked into your system and your only thought was to get away from that stranger as fast as you could. You didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if you slipped and fell right into their grasp.

Was it an animal? Why did it run like a human?

“Help!” You cried out, hoping that perhaps someone could hear you. It was unlikely, but you were stranded and absolutely helpless.

The strange creature was coming closer and closer to you.

You didn’t know if it had only been a few seconds, or minutes, but you were exhausted. Your heart was beating all the way in your throat, and every breath you took of the cold rainy air made your throat hurt. Eventually, the worst thing that could’ve happened happened.

As you stared at each other, you couldn’t even breathe. For a moment, you were paralyzed by fear as you realized that whatever had caught you looked like a werewolf. It dug its sharp claws into your arms, which made you panic. You had to fight!

Your foot tangled with a plant on the ground, and you felt your balance go way off. Just like that, your body slammed against the muddy forest ground hard and painfully. Before you could even get a chance to get up, you were caught.

The creature leapt on top of you, and you could finally see what it was. Lightning illuminated the sky and you saw its face clearly. To your horror, it was hairy and beast-like. It had a snout, and rows of sharp and pointy teeth, coated with drool. What frightened you the most were the bright yellow eyes that bore holes into your skull.

With nothing to lose, you tried to kick it off you, but to no avail. The creature growled angrily and opened its mouth. You let out another horrified scream as you feared the worst.

But it didn’t bite you.

The creature froze as well and it was staring at something that you couldn’t see. Then as fast as it had appeared, it let go of you and ran off into the forest. Your body was shaking in terror and you couldn’t believe what had happened. What had possibly scared it away?

You sat up from the cold ground and looked around, hoping to see who had saved you. At first, you couldn’t see anything at all. Tears blurred your vision and it was dark. Then someone stepped out of the shadows, someone that at least resembled a human, to your luck.

A tall, dark-haired man stood in front of you. He had pale skin, and that contrasted with his dark clothes. Something about him was very charming, welcoming. You felt safe in his presence.

“Thank you,” You barely got the words out of your mouth.

The stranger looked at the wounds on your arms. Even though your thick coat, he noticed the blood. “Come with me. I live nearby.”

He smiled ever so slightly as he walked closer to you, “We shouldn’t stick around. It might return,” He let you know and he was oddly calm about it. Almost like the sight of a werewolf was anything but strange.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” You remembered. The closest houses were far away, at least the ones that you knew of.

Did he live in the middle of the deep and dark woods?

You realized that you didn’t have any better options, so you decided to trust him. Just like that, the two of you were on your way. You stuck close to him because you were still terrified, and he was the only thing that made you feel even a little bit better.

It took you a while to calm down from it all. The initial shock faded and you could actually think about it. What you had seen was absurd it and made you sick to think how close to death you had been. How did this stranger make the creature run away? It was something you simply couldn’t understand.

“What is your name?” He asked you, interrupting your thoughts. You didn’t mind it.

“I’m Y/N,” You answered him politely, wiping your face from tears and dirt, “and you?”

He didn’t look at you as he answered, “You can call me Loki.”

It turned out that Loki had told you the truth. As bizarre as it was, he had a house in the middle of nowhere. It looked like a mansion, with its black iron gates, impressive garden and the sheer size of the building. It even had a tower that seemed to have one floor more than the rest of the house. You wondered if he lived there all alone, and why.

Kindly, he invited you inside where you could finally rest your tense body and feel safe from the monster that had tried to eat you earlier. You were certain of it.

The inside of the house was just as impressive as it was outside. You walked in to see a large spiral staircase to the upper floor, large paintings on the walls with golden frames and furniture that looked old yet fancy and expensive. Whoever this Loki was, he sure had a good taste in the finer things in life.

He was lighting up the fireplace so you could warm yourself.

“Thank you, again,” You felt the need to thank him. He had to know how grateful you were. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be long gone already. And now he was treating you as a guest as if he hadn’t done enough already.

As the two of you sat by the fireplace, he offered to take your coat off. He hung it by the fireplace so it would dry faster. That’s when you first saw your arm wounds. The blood had spread all over the sleeves of your white shirt, and you saw rips that were left by the massive claws. Loki stared at the wounds for a while, almost strangely. You brushed it off, thinking that he didn’t like the sight of blood too much.

“No worries, love. I couldn’t just leave you there by yourself, now could I?”

You had only just met him, but the pet name made your heart flutter. You got a better look at him and noticed how charming he really was. Not only was he the equivalent of a prince, but he was also incredibly nice to you. It was hard not to like him.

He returned to the couch you were sat on and inspected the wounds. The blood certainly made it look worse than it really was. It didn’t hurt too much and you realized it was mostly a bunch of surface scratches.

“Does it hurt?” Loki wondered, never taking his eyes off your bloody wound.

“Not really. I’ll be fine,” You reassured him. The last thing you wanted was to bother him with your worries and pain right now.

Nevertheless, Loki rolled up your sleeve to reveal the wound on your left arm. His cool finger traced your skin, and you had to be lying if you said you didn’t like his touch. Something about him was so captivating. You didn’t even know him but you felt like you could do anything for him. It was strange, and you didn’t understand it.

He pulled his finger back and stared at your blood that was on his skin. After a while, it got slightly stranger.

Loki seemed to realize that too as he stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked away, leaving you alone to warm up by the fireplace. You didn’t think too much of it.

As Loki returned, you felt much better already. He was holding a small box in his large hands. He opened it and you saw needles, cotton, and all things you would need to stitch someone up. “I am running you a bath. By the time I’m done with you, it should be ready.”

That’s what took him so long. Hearing that made your heart swell and you were moved by his kindness. “Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”

“Of course,” Loki smiled and looked right into your eyes. Those eyes of his were captivating. You looked into them and couldn’t look away, but you didn’t want to look away either. Why did he have such an effect on you?

Before you got lost in his eyes, he looked away and began to attend to your wound. “This might sting a little bit,” He explained as he doused a cotton ball in a clear liquid. Next thing you knew, he pressed it on your wounds and it burned like fire. You bit your lips together and tried to ignore the pain.

“Are you okay?” Loki wondered, sensing that you were in pain.

“I’m good,” You reassured him through gritted teeth.

A few more seconds passed and he was done, throwing the bloody cotton ball into the fireplace. “You’re lucky, Y/N,” He explained mysteriously.

“What do you mean?”

Loki was focused on fixing you up, but he continued speaking, “Do you know what attacked you?”

You had your suspicions, but you were afraid you’d sound stupid if you told him. “I’m not sure,” you had to tell him.

Loki moved onto your other arm and you knew he was going to clean the wound, which would hurt again. Just as he pressed the cotton ball against the wound and you hissed in pain, he continued, “That was a werewolf.”

Hearing him say that was almost relieving. Either both of you were mad, or you had seen right. The relief was quickly replaced by fear. It wasn’t very reassuring to know that they existed.

“How did you make it run away?” You wanted to know. To you, Loki didn’t look like a threat. At least not to a strong beast like the werewolf. It just didn’t make sense to you how it ran away with its tail between its legs once Loki appeared -- seemingly out of nowhere.

He continued rubbing the cotton ball around your wound, cleaning up the dried blood. “I don’t think you would believe me if I told you.”

You just talked about the existence of werewolves, yet he didn’t think you would trust him?

“Try me,” You encouraged him to tell you the truth.

Silently, Loki finished his work and threw the other cotton ball into the fireplace as well, watching how it burned away.

You were afraid you had been rude. Before you could try to apologize, he sighed, “I think the bath is ready. We can talk after you’re done.”

That was good enough for you.

During the time you were alone in the lavish bathroom, soaking in the warm bath that smelled like flowers, you couldn’t stop thinking about Loki. Why was he so mysterious? Why was he being so nice to you? It didn’t make sense. Many people would’ve stopped helping you after chasing the werewolf away. Just the thought of the werewolf made your head spin.

It was much better to think about Loki. The tall, dark-haired stranger had certainly swept you off your feet. Each time you looked at him, you felt an invisible force trying to push you closer to him. It was absurd since you had met him that day. But somehow, it also made sense.

You were done with your bath and you wrapped yourself in robes that he had given to you. Your clothes were drying and after all, wearing some silky robes in a beautiful mansion wasn’t so bad.

But you didn’t see Loki’s reflection.

Someone was playing the piano, which was the first thing you noticed when you walked out of the bathroom. With quiet steps, you walked towards the staircase, and you saw Loki. He was playing the grand piano downstairs, by the staircase. It was a familiar tune, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Nevertheless, it was elegant and he played it beautifully. For a moment, you stood there and adored the music he created. It filled the otherwise silent mansion perfectly.

As you stood there and adored him, you saw a huge mirror on the wall, facing the piano. You saw the flames from the fireplace in the reflection, the beginning of the staircase and the piano.

At first, you thought it was the angle. But then you realized that you should’ve been able to see him. You blinked a few times and looked closer, but his reflection simply didn’t exist. By now, he had stopped playing the piano, and to your horror, he was looking at you.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel safe anymore, and your poor heart sank to the bottom of your stomach.

“Do not be afraid, pet. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be standing there,” Loki broke the silence between the two of you.

Although you were afraid, you realized that he had a good point.

“What are you?” You had to know. You felt trapped as you stood upstairs. He blocked the way to the front door. Then you realized that if you would run, he would probably catch you nevertheless.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Loki wondered, standing up from the chair by the piano and spreading his arms in a dramatic gesture.

You remembered how odd he was when he saw your blood, how he had just stared at it for a while. He didn’t have a reflection. He lived alone, in the middle of nowhere. His presence had scared the werewolf away.

You put all the pieces together and it all made sense. Shivers ran down your spine like cold daggers against your skin, and your knees felt weak. “You’re a vampire,” You stated, but it sounded more like a question.

A proud smile decorated his face when he heard that. “Very good, Y/N.”

This couldn’t be happening.

First, a werewolf attacked you and now you were facing a vampire, in his own home. You were afraid, but another part of you...wasn’t. You felt slightly excited, as wrong as it was.

“Are you afraid of me?” Loki wondered and slowly made his way up the stairs.

Run! Run away!

Your mind was screaming at you to run away from the blood-sucking creature, but you didn’t. You just stood there, trying to remain as calm as possible as he got closer and closer. By the time he reached the final step, you could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

“Answer me,” Loki wanted to know if you feared him. He stood right in front of you and took your shaking hand into his own. His skin was cool, like a window on a rainy day. It was oddly comforting.

“A little bit,” You were honest. You knew you were supposed to be terrified, but when you looked into his eyes, you felt an odd sense of calm.

You were afraid, but you also enjoyed it. It didn’t make any sense to you, but you didn’t mind. Loki’s presence somehow made you feel alive, but you weren’t going to tell him that. Right?

It seemed like Loki already knew that. Judging by the smirk on his face, and the look in his pretty eyes, he knew. Could he read your mind or was he just that good at reading people?

“I don’t know,” You murmured. A part of you knew it already. You knew you couldn’t outrun him, but you also didn’t want to run. Even if you had decided to run, you knew that a part of you wanted to be caught.

“Why didn’t you run?” Loki wondered.

He brushed his fingers against your cheek and instinctively your body leaned against his touch ever so slightly. It almost felt like you were in a trance, but you didn’t resist it at all.

“I think you do,” Loki raised his eyebrows and traced his fingers along your jaw, then your neck. He could feel your racing pulse against his fingertips, feel the warm blood rushing in your veins.

Having a vampire toy with your neck like that was intimidating. Was he going to bite you?

“W-what are you going to do to me?” You dared to question him.

Loki leaned closer to your body, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was so close that you could smell his cologne. His mouth was so close to your ear and you realized that he wasn’t breathing. “Nothing too bad, love. Nothing you wouldn’t want to be done to you,” He answered quietly. His voice was so smooth, it made your body weak.

His other hand let go of your hand that was no longer shaking, and he grabbed you by your waist. Your body melted against his and your fear was quickly replaced by something much stronger, a desire you never knew you had before. Perhaps it was wicked, but you felt a burning need to be touched by him.

“You smell divine,” Loki purred against your skin, holding himself back so he wouldn’t bite you just yet. It was so tempting. If he wanted to, he could suck you dry right then and there, but he didn’t. Loki wanted to savour the moment, to play with you as a cat would play with is prey. “I bet you taste marvellous,” He continued.

The tall double doors to the master bedroom opened loudly, slamming against the walls and the two of you made your way inside. Loki had a tight grip on you and he didn’t let go until you were on the huge king-sized bed, resting against the pillows. Loki stood by the edge of the bed and he looked at you, taking in the sight of your beauty. He adored the way you lied there, looking at him with a thrilled smile on your face. To him, you looked like a goddess and he couldn’t wait to break you, to taste you.

His words made you feel warm inside. This much attention from someone you barely knew was fun. You knew this was dangerous, but you didn’t care. Right now, all that mattered was him and the way he made you feel. “Why don’t you have a taste?” You wondered, which was probably the last thing he had expected to hear. Most mortals were scared to death when they were faced with a vampire, but you weren’t.

And Loki relished that. He knew he had done the right thing when he saved you from the forest.

Your breath was heavy and you began to grow impatient. It felt like your body was on fire and only he could make it better. Hoping to lure him to you, you grabbed the tie around your waist that kept the robe around your otherwise naked body. Slowly, you tugged it and untied the loose knot, which didn’t go unseen by Loki. He watched your every move so intensely, surely not missing anything.

“You’re much naughtier than I had anticipated, Y/N,” He admitted. You noticed that his voice was deeper now, and it made you tremble to your core.

Loki wasn’t any less excited than you were. He pushed his body closer to yours and then you felt it, his cock was hard and it was pushed right against your body. A moan escaped your lips, blending into your heated kiss.

You opened the robe slowly, just enough to show the curve of your breasts, the skin on your stomach and your thigh. Just enough so he’d catch the bait.

To your luck, Loki joined you on the bed and he wasn’t shy about it. He yanked the robe away, exposing your body to him like a gift wrapped in wrapping paper. The weight of his body on yours trapped you, but in the very best way. Your eyes met and finally, his teasing touch turned into something more. Loki captured your lips into his, and at that moment, you almost forgot that he was a vampire. The kiss was passionate and harsh, but lovely nevertheless. You felt as if you could spend the rest of your days like this.

You couldn’t help yourself when you bucked your hips against him, trying to gain some friction. Loki growled quietly, which was like music to your ears. How did he sound so hot when he did that?

He moved his lips to your jaw, peppering kisses on your skin and slowly moving towards your neck. Another moan left your lips when he found your sweet spot. “You like that?” Loki chuckled darkly and kissed the same spot again, making you take a shaky breath to collect yourself.

“Yes..” You had to admit it, yearning for his touch again, and again, and again.

Loki’s cold hand had been tracing patterns on your skin, and now he cupped your breast. His thumb ran over your hardening nipple in a teasing manner and he didn’t hesitate to squeeze you properly. You arched your back and gave him better access to devour your neck. His lips felt like heaven against your needy body.

“Loki,” You mewled his name, needing him to do more. You held onto his broad shoulders with your trembling fingers. By now, you were so aroused and touch starved that your body was overwhelmed, which resulted in you shaking in anticipation.

You wanted his touch, his lips, everything. It was a little embarrassing, but right now you didn’t care if you seemed desperate. “I want you!”

“What do you want, darling?” He wanted to hear you say it.

But when you felt his twitching cock against your wetness, his huge hands toying with your breasts and his oh so lovely lips nibbling on your neck, you struggled to think, let alone form a sentence. You let out a frustrated whine, which again made Loki laugh. “Words, love. Tell me what you want.” This time he sounded more demanding.

“Mmhmm,” Loki moved his hand up your chest and around your neck, holding you a little tighter but not enough to choke you. “I might want something in return,” He reminded you.

You looked into his eyes that were now darkened by lust. As scary as it seemed, you didn’t care. You were aware of what you were getting yourself into, with this vampire.

“Bite me,” You told him boldly.

Loki seemed pleasantly surprised by that. “It will hurt,” He let you know as he brushed your hair away from your neck. He was thirsty and he wanted to taste you already, but prolonging it made it more fun.

You were far too eager to think about the consequences.

“I don’t care,” You admitted shamelessly. A little pain here and there would only spice things up.

That was more than enough for Loki. He parted his lips and you finally saw them, his fangs. Two sharp teeth that looked like the ends of a pair of daggers. They were sharp and long. Oddly enough, you found him attractive with them.

Loki nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and you wrapped your arms around his torso, for comfort but also to keep him close because it felt nice. By now, your heart was back in your throat, beating hard from both arousal and excitement, and a little bit of fear.

As if to make you more comfortable, Loki pushed his hand between your legs and found your clit. He started rubbing circles on your little bundle of nerves which felt heavenly. His fingers were skilled, and he somehow knew exactly how to make you crumble beneath his touch. Instinctively you wrapped your leg around him, giving him better access to your dripping wet cunt.

Suddenly you felt a very sharp pain in your neck. His teeth pierced your skin and he bit you, surely hard enough to leave a prominent mark.

“Ohh,” You moaned in pain and squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stay tough. It hurt more than you thought it would, but it wasn’t so bad that you had to push him off. Once his teeth had sunk deep enough, he closed his lips around the fresh wound and he sucked on your skin. It was a bizarre sensation when he drank your blood, not letting a single drop go to waste. Through all the pain it caused, it felt good.

Loki pulled his sharp fangs out of your neck and you felt a hot stream of blood running down your skin, which he licked off immediately. “Gosh, you taste even better than I thought you would,” He let you know.

“Loki,” You moaned his name delightfully, feeling a new kind of high. He had just drunk your blood and now his fingers were giving you exactly what you needed.

“You’re doing so good,” He praised you, which made you feel proud. You wanted to be good for him. For a moment, he let go of you, which made you whine impatiently. But he didn’t leave you in distress for long. You pushed yourself up by the elbows and watched how he crawled down your body, kissing you chest and stomach as he did so. Finally, he was between your legs and he had a tight grip on your body, keeping you locked on the spot so you couldn’t possibly escape the torture of pleasure he was going to put you through.

“Let’s see how you can handle this,” You could barely hear it. The next thing you knew, his tongue licked your heat all the way to your clit. Then Loki captured it between his lips and began sucking on it, and nibbling it, whatever to make you writhe in both pleasure and pain.

You could hardly breathe when he had started. It happened so fast and you were suddenly indulged in the greatest pleasure you had ever felt in your life. Your body didn’t know how to react, and you were squirming which was out of your control. But Loki was strong and he kept you exactly where he wanted you.

“Oh my god!” You cried out and squeezed the sheets with your hands, having to hold onto something. Never before had you felt an orgasm forming faster. No one had ever touched you like this. It felt like you were being devoured by a god, and you loved every second of it.

When Loki pushed two of his long fingers inside you, you lost your breath for a moment. The feeling of his fingers stretching your cunt as his mouth tortured your clit was too much. You felt warmth spread on your face from embarrassment when you knew you couldn’t hold it for much longer.

“Loki...I’m going to come, I’m-”

“Do it,” he wanted you to come undone right before him. Knowing that you were close made him eager to push you even further. He thrusted his fingers inside you faster and curled them just perfectly. He kept doing that and he never took his eyes off of yours.

Thankfully, he stopped -- for now. He kissed your inner thigh and then let go of you. As you stayed on the bed to catch your breath, Loki stood up. By now he wanted you so bad it was almost unbearable. His pants were tight to the point it almost hurt. He needed you, and he needed you fast. He rid himself of his clothes that were just in the way and then returned to the bed.

You looked down and when you saw just how intensely he was watching you, you came. Your orgasm was powerful, and it felt like it knocked you out. It rippled through your body strongly and left you a puddle on the mattress. It didn’t stop Loki. He pulled his fingers out and licked your arousal, making sure to taste all of you.

“Loki! Fuck...I can’t,” You whimpered when it got too much. Although it felt amazing, you were sure that if he kept teasing your sensitive cunt, you’d pass out.

“Are you alright, love?” He was full of lust, but he also had to know if you were up to it.

“I’ve never been better,” You answered him joyously. It was true. You couldn’t recall ever feeling as good as you did now. It was like you were on cloud nine with him. Somehow the bite didn’t hurt. It felt like bliss had enveloped you entirely, and it wasn’t over yet.

Seeing all of him was impressive. His cock was huge, and the tip was red. You knew he was being extremely careful with you and he must’ve yearned for touch, some much needed friction. Before he could crawl on top of you, you grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him on his back, crawling on his lap as you did so. He seemed surprised by this move, but he didn’t mind it. “Are you sure you can take it?”

“Oh I can,” You were confident. By now, you had recovered from your first mind-blowing orgasm and you needed more. It had only taken one time and you felt addicted. The thought of feeling his cock inside you was like a dream and you needed it to come true now.

Carefully, you grabbed his cock and rubbed your thumb over the tip, spreading his pre-cum. It was so big that you could hardly close your hand around it.

“Like what you see?” Loki had turned a little cocky by now, but you didn’t mind it at all.

You looked into his eyes and nodded, “I certainly can’t complain.”

Loki grabbed your hips rather roughly, but you liked the dominance of it all. You leaned your body closer to his dick, but instead of riding him, you decided to tease him. You rubbed your clit against his tip, and then sat down so his cock was trapped between you and his stomach. Then slowly, you rubbed yourself off on his cock, feeling how it twitched by the teasing touch.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He turned the two of you around coarsely so that he was on top. You barely had time to register what was happening when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, with one hand.

“You’re certainly full of surprises,” Loki’s voice was raspy, and you could tell he felt good. Perhaps he was a little irritated by the teasing but in the very best way.

You rested your hands on his chest and picked up the pace, humping yourself on his cock which felt so good. By now, your clit was pulsing ever so eagerly and you were sure your arousal was dripping on the sheets. A little moan left your lips, and it was driving Loki wild.

Finally, he sank his cock into you. It was a little harsh, but it was incredibly satisfying.

“Loki! Holy…” You panted, and didn’t finish the sentence. His body was heavy on yours and you felt trapped, and hugged.

“Loki,” You tried to catch his attention in the middle of it all. He grabbed your jaw and looked into your eyes curiously, slowing down ever so slightly with his strong thrusts. He was listening.

He had a good grip on you, which he used as he began pounding into you. He wasn’t careful anymore, not like he was before. His touch was strong and it would certainly leave bruises. The way he pushed himself deep inside your cunt was feral. It was driving you absolutely wild.

A set of moans and cries left your mouth uncontrollably. The way he reached that delightful spot within you every time was almost too much for you to handle. He fucked you unlike any other man before. Like a vampire. You were his prey.

Loki grabbed your ass and squeezed tightly, making you groan and hold onto him tighter. Your nails were digging into his skin, but he didn’t seem to mind it at all.

“You...feel...absolutely amazing, pet,” He growled to you, chasing his own high.

A warm feeling spread through your body. You were happy that he felt good too. Somehow, you wanted more.

“Bite me,” You wanted him to do it again. You wanted to feel the adrenaline rush and the pain again, but now combined with his lovely pounding.

There was a gleam in his eyes now, and you didn’t have to tell him twice. He was quick to move your head and reveal the unbroken skin on the other side of your neck. He could see your pulse, and it was practically begging him to bite already. This time he went right for it. The sharp fangs stung madly and then sank deep into your flesh. At first, the pain made you freeze. You held onto him tighter, combing your fingers through his long, raven hair and holding onto his neck.

When he started sucking your precious blood, and he kept digging his cock into your wetness, you relaxed. A wave of pleasure crashed against you and somehow it felt euphoric how he was biting you. You couldn’t feel pain anymore; just a perfect bliss.

You let out a throaty moan and closed your eyes, wanting to feel everything as intensely as you possibly could. He was so close, and you could’ve sworn you felt his cock all the way in your stomach. At first, it hurt how much he was stretching you, but now it was the best thing you had ever felt.

There was a tingling sensation on your neck when he swallowed your blood. Loki craved more, but he also knew that if he took too much, you would suffer from it.

With any other human, he wouldn’t have thought about it twice. He would’ve sucked them dry and left them to die. But he didn’t want to do that with you. No, you were special and now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let go.

So he abandoned your neck, and kissed the wound he made -- to make you feel better. He had a little bit of your blood left in his mouth, which he wanted to savour until he got an idea.

Once again, Loki grabbed your jaw forcefully, which caused you to open your mouth. Without hesitation, he spat the remaining blood right into your mouth. “Taste yourself,” He explained and closed your mouth so you couldn’t spit it out and waste the bloody nectar.

At first, you felt shocked that he did that. But you quickly learned that you enjoyed it. The way he just manhandled you with such care. The blood had a strong irony taste. At first, it was almost too much. But then you swallowed it, all of it while looking at Loki. Once he saw that you swallowed it, he was happy.

“Good girl,” he praised you again. He kissed your lips, which took you by surprise but in a pleasant way. Then he picked up the pace, fucking you harder again, bringing the both of you closer to the edge. Another storm was brewing within you, and you were getting dangerously close. Your walls clenched around Loki, and he growled at the sensation. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He realized, and he sounded smug about it.

You could only nod your head as an answer, along with an incompetent moan.

He wanted to watch you unfold, to be so full of pleasure that you wouldn’t know how to handle it. Torturing others with pleasure was one of the greatest things he knew of, and it was no different with you. Loki began to rub circles on your clit just to make it harder for you.

“Oh god!” You gasped at the sudden sensation. His cold fingers felt like a dream against your heat. Like water after a long, hot day.

“Come for me! Come my little pet,” He wanted you to cum all over his cock. Loki was close too and he couldn’t wait to spill his seed inside your inviting body. It was incredibly tempting, and he wasn’t sure if he could stop now even if he wanted to.

You felt like he pushed you over the edge and he did so hard. Your second orgasm approached fast and deeply, shaking you to the core. Your mind went blank and you were sure you cried out his name repeatedly like a prayer, but you weren’t aware of it. The mixture of feelings and desire had you overwhelmed, like in a dream-like state of mind.

Loki felt your walls tightening around him which pushed him to the edge too. He grabbed your hips and buried himself deep inside you as he finally came. A warm feeling spread through his entire body and he felt relieved.

His cum coated your walls, and you couldn’t help but to moan when you felt him filling you up. It was an incredibly satisfying feeling to know he came too.Loki didn’t pull out. He wanted to savour the moment for as long as he possibly could. He wanted to stay close to you like this and soak in the bliss.

And he knew that if you were up to it, he could do it again. After all, he was no ordinary man.

“That was incredible, Loki,” You whispered, afraid to break the comfortable silence that set around you.

Loki brushed his fingers over the bite-marks ever so gently. He knew that you, as a human, must’ve been exhausted after all that. He didn’t just bite you once, but twice, and he had handled you quite decently as well. He’d happily do it again, but he knew it could be too much for a mere mortal like you.

For now.

“You should rest,” He told you after a while.

Sleep would top it all off nicely, you thought. “Can you stay?” You wondered. His presence was calming and you enjoyed it. Deep down, you wished that this wasn’t going to end already.

“Of course. I’ll go grab something and I will be right back by your side,” Loki promised you as he was brushing his fingers on your neck and shoulders.

He wasn’t going to throw you out now that he had gotten what he wanted. It made your heart swell warmly. Who would’ve guessed a vampire could be so sweet?

As he pulled out of you, you felt empty and cold. You squeezed your weary legs together and tried to pull a blanket over your exposed body. He had been right. You needed to rest. All that had taken a toll on you. You were going to clean yourself up very soon, but your legs were jelly and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get up just yet.

Loki grabbed the large blanket and spread it over you safely. Something inside of him told him to take care of you. He didn’t know why but he was protective over you. Perhaps it was because you were different.

Or because he hadn’t killed you, and you were now going to turn into a vampire -- just like him.

He was the one who had started the process, infected you with the beginning of a new life. Loki felt responsible for your transformation and he was going to make sure it would happen smoothly.

You were his now, but you just didn’t know that yet.

A/N: You made it to the end! Great! I hope you liked it, and if you did I would really appreciate your feedback and/or a reblog <3 Thank you. 🎃

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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Pairing: Dabi x Reader {NSFW}

Summary: With the new year slowly approaching Dabi just wants to have a sense of normal for himself. He wants someone to call his own and to feel love and compassion with someone. So when he meets the lovey Y/n he knows he’s met his match.

A/N: This is piece one of three for my contribution to the Konoha Simps Server Collab. You can find the rest of the amazing works right here! If you want to be involved in future collabs or even just be in a place to meet new people and talk about anime feel free to join us. 🥰

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Warnings: tobacco use, unprotected sex, 18+ content, public sex, intoxication, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 1.8k

Dabi couldn’t believe how the past year had gone for him. It was like he couldn’t catch a break. The only thing in his life that had been constant had been the revolving door of women that had been coming from his bedroom of the Leauge of Villain’s hideout. He had lost so many people in his life that he had never wanted to lose. There had been so many changes that it made his head spin. He just wanted some normalcy for once.

As the new year barreled toward him he was holding out hope that for once something would go his way. That finally he would have some kind of constant that he didn’t have to worry about changing all the time.

So when Toga approached him and told him that there was a plan to have a New Year’s party at the hideout he was very against it. He didn’t want to risk the possibility of someone turning in the League. He didn’t want to have a bunch of people that he didn’t know in his home. It wasn’t normal. But he would never tell Toga about any of this. Grinning and bearing it was something that Dabi was amazing at.

So when the night of the party came around and things didn’t seem like they were going to change for him anytime soon he did exactly that.

With a drink in hand and a fake smile on his face, he slowly made his way through the crowd of people. Desperate for some air, desperate to take a drag from the cigarettes in his pocket. The window that they used to get onto the roof seemed so far away as he stalked toward it.

As he reached the window and climbed out the familiar scent of burning tobacco filled his nostrils. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be out here. Hadn’t expected that anyone else would even think to head for the roof, but he ignored that and climbed out anyways.

As you heard the sound of someone else coming through the window you jumped a little, quickly finished your drag from your cigarette, and turning toward them. “Sorry, I can totally go back inside if you don’t want me here.”

Dabi grabbed the pack from his pocket and placed his drink on the flat edge. “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.” He watched your figure as he lit a flame on the end of his finger and lit his cigarette. The feeling of the nicotine filling his lungs as he took a drag, almost instantly calming him down from the chaos going on inside.

You patted the roof next to you. “I promise I don’t bite.” A small smile spread across your face as you tried to reassure him.

Your words had gotten a small chuckle from him. You hadn’t expected it to sound as attractive as it had. His chuckle was angelic, music to your ears as you watched the smile that you could tell was so obviously fake turn into a sincere one.

He grabbed his drink and walked over to you, sitting in the place your hand had just touched. The lights of the city around you lit up the sky. He had never seen it so beautiful before. He took another drag and blew the smoke into the sky, watching the stars above him as they shone overhead.

Dabi knocked the ash from the end of his cigarette and looked over at you. But as he looked at you this time he caught his breath. The lights of the building and street lights gave a glow to your skin and he couldn’t help but stare.

You noticed his eyes change as he watched you. You cleared your throat and looked back down at the roof. “I’m Y/n.” You looked back over at him nervously.

He took a sip of his drink, the buzz from the alcohol that he had ingested this evening hitting him harder than he had thought it would. A warm, fuzzy feeling filled his body as he spoke back to you. “Dabi.”

“Well Dabi, it’s nice to meet you.” You flicked your now unlit cigarette in front of you where a pile had already started to form. “I’m friends with Toga. In case you’re wondering how I got here.”

Dabi leaned against the side of the house. “I live here. That’s how I got here.” He watched as you laughed at him. “How does a girl like you get to be friends with a little psycho like Toga?” You could tell by his tone that he hadn’t meant any harm with his words, but you left it unanswered. The mystery of it all making him more even curious.

As time passed you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. Dabi climbed back out the window and toward you again, drinks for each of you in hand. “I figured we could use a few more drinks.”

You grabbed your phone from where it sat next to you and checked the time. When you had checked the time after Dabi came out it had been 9 pm and as you looked now it was 11:58. The sound of everyone gathering around the television brought the two of you out of your conversation. Dabi grabbed his drink and took a swig. He raised his glass and held it out, waiting for you to touch yours to his. “To another year gone by.”

You touched your glass to his and smiled. “To another year.”

But as the ball dropped and you listened to the crowd inside counting down you slowly stood, Dabi taking a place beside you as you both watched the moon. But as the countdown hit one you felt a hand touch your cheek, the staples on his hand cool to the touch even in the night air. And without giving you time to react his lips touched your own. A quick peck, but as he broke the kiss you saw a grin spread as a look of bliss crossed his features.

* * * * * *

As you looked back through the window you noticed that there was no one left inside the house. “Holy crap. Look at the time.” 2 am flashed across the screen as you took a sip from the drink and handed it back to him. “I should really get going. I’m sure you would like to get to bed.”

As you tried to walk around him Dabi placed his drink down and grabbed your arm, spinning you toward him. “Wait, don’t go.” His eyes showed nothing but worry as he had watched you walk away. It wasn’t like Dabi to feel this way. He had never felt this way before. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but he didn’t want to let you go. What had that one kiss done to him? “Do you want to stay here tonight? I’d hate for you to be out walking home right now.”

You swallowed hard. A lump forming in your throat as you watched the hunger in his eyes forming, overpowering the worry. “I… uh, I don’t know if I should.”

You felt Dabi’s hand relinquish from your arm, but it found its way to your lower back, pulling you toward him. Your heart felt like it would jump up your throat as it beat against your chest, until you felt his lips touch your own once again.

Dabi had expected you to pull away, he had expected you to detest him, to run in the other direction from you. Shock set in as your lips danced against his. His hands met your waist and slowly pushed you against the house, pinning you to the wall. But you still didn’t try to get away, most people would have tried to run at this point.

Your hand gripped his white t-shirt, tugging on it as you tried in an attempt to bring him closer to you. He spoke against your lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your hands slowly slid down his chest, grasping the waistband before moving to his belt. You couldn’t believe the lust that you felt coursing through your entire body. You had never felt it this strong.

His hands balled up your skirt and pushed it up before placing his hands on the back of your thighs to help you hop into his arms. Dabi’s hand slowly slid under your skirt and just the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your fold through your panties had you throwing your head back and crying out.

He heard him huff against your neck and a smirk spread across his lips. He fumbled around with his pants and his erection sprang free. With a rough thrust, Dabi sent waves of pleasure surging through you. His girth filling you perfectly, every movement hitting just the right spots. The fact that the city below was in full view hadn’t even affected either of you. It was the middle of the night. Who was wandering around at this time?

You wrapped your hands into his hair and tugged on it, causing a growl to leave the back of his throat as his pace quickened. It had been so long since you had had anything this intimate with another person. The one night stands that you had been used to lately had been nothing more than rough and quick. Dabi was different.

As the coil in your abdomen tightened you could feel your impending orgasm threatening to take over your senses. As your cunt clenched around his cock Dabi ran his hands through your hair, his voice a mere whisper as he spoke into your ear. “You like that doll?”

You could barely hold yourself together as his voice rang in your ear. “F-fuck Dabi…”

At the sound of his name rolling off your tongue and the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He unloaded himself inside you with a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat.

He pressed his forehead against yours and smiled. “What do you think, dollface?” He smiled. “New year, new me. Go on a proper date with the new Dabi?”

You softly placed your lip to his. “I’d love to Dabi.”

And as the words left his lips all the stress of the new year now bringing Dabi what he wanted in life floated away. The normalcy that he had wanted to feel so bad was just barely out of his reach, but getting closer with every passing moment. And he hoped he’d reach it with you by his side. No more heartache and no more nights where he wondered who would even care if he didn’t come back from a mission. He wanted you to be with him every step of the way. Wanted you to be the one that would be happy when he came home.

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l0velyang3l · 4 years

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Yowane Haku x Reader “A Wonderful Night With You”

here’s my first fanfic in over two years! I’m not really a god writer so pls be kind to me ;m;

The eerie buzz of fluorescent lights permeated the desolate atmosphere of the 7-11; after all 2am isn’t necessarily rush hour. But, as a massive otaku and night owl; you required some refueling. This new season won’t watch itself now will it? Absentmindedly you plopped your mediocre feast into the basket. Super spicy ramen, canned coffee, a matcha bun, konpeito, and dried squid weren’t necessarily healthy, but they were delicious in their own right. Your eyes drifted towards the alcohol section. You shrugged, mumbling “fuck it” as you strode over.

In your all nighter stupor however you failed to not bump into the other occupant of the section. The woman stumbled back, nearly dropping the massive bottle of sake she clutched. “Ah crap! I’m sorry miss, you okay?” You bowed, looking down in embarrassment.

“Eh, to be honest if you didn’t bump into me I would’ve knocked you to the ground! Don’t sweat it.” The woman chuckled, smiling sweetly. You glanced up, feeling relieved. But suddenly this woman looked a bit… Familiar. That cool calm smile, beautiful crimson eyes, that suave voice.. Oh my god it’s Yowane Haku!

“Holy hell you’re Yowane Haku!” Haku chuckled again, twiddling with her long strands of white hair.

“I am! I take it you’ve heard me sing on Nico Nico?” You nodded vehemently.

“I really like your work actually! It stands out so much in the vast sea of utau and vocaloid idols out there, its so sophisticated!”

“Eh you really think so? You’re far too sweet, I’m not used to the fanfare. I have to ask, what’s your name?”

“(y/n)! Although it’s not too important haha!”

“It definitely is.”She looked down at your basket, pointing curiously. “Are you one of those people who live streams eating?” You puffed up defiantly.

“No I am not into mukbangs! This is just how I refuel during the night when I..” Your face turned beet red, you nearly just told your favorite singer that you’re an otaku! “Hang out.” “That was a close one.” You thought to yourself.

“Ah it’s okay, I’m just teasing! I do the same thing when I binge anime.” You nearly choked.

“YOU’RE AN OTAKU??” You blurted excitedly. She nodded proudly.

“Yup! Neru chan teases me for it but there’s just something that draws me in about it. Maybe it's escapism?”

“You and Neru chan are friends?” Haku nodded, the look in her eyes growing softer. That made your heart practically explode. She was even more breathtaking in person.

“Yes, for a long time now actually! She was big on Nico Nico before I really got serious about it, she’s one of my ‘biggest fans’ I suppose. We actually went drinking recently together, she really is something special..” Haku seemed to slip out of reality for a second, her expression faltered. An eerie loneliness struck you.

“She’s this famous upcoming idol, why do I feel like I’ve uncovered a secret sadness?” You snapped out of your thoughts. “Haku san, forgive me if this is too forward.. But what are you up to tonight?” She wiggled the gargantuan bottle of sake, grinning mischievously.

“Finishing this big thing! And.. Probably watching some shoujo anime until dawn.”

“Want company? It just so happens that my tv is pretty large and is super nice, plus I’ll buy you snacks!” Her eyes widened, pink dusting her cheeks. “I-If that’s too weird, I totally understand!” She shook her head, grabbing a basket.

“Eh?! N-Not at all, drinking’s better with company right?” You nodded, grabbing a couple cans of Sapporo from the cooler.

“You’re absolutely right.”

The sudden reality of your situation slammed down full force, your heart rate nearly tripling once you two entered your living room. Yowane Haku, a singer you’ve admired since her debut, is drinking with you. Not just at a bar, but in the comfort of your own home. She was so much more gorgeous and charming than you could imagine. The second you tow walked in, Haku screwed off the cap on her sake. You looked at her in awe as she took a long swig. She exhaled, clanking the bottle on the coffee table. “Ah!~ If I’d known better I would’ve gotten two bottles ehehe..” She glanced over at you, quickly becoming embarrassed. “Ah I’m so sorry, are.. You sure you want to hang out? I kind of drink a lot.. Is that bad?”

You smiled, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Of course I want to hang out! There’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.” You were taken aback by your own words, biting your lip nervously. “The only bad thing about you drinking a bunch is the hangover you’ll have tomorrow.” You chuckled, plopping the snacks on the table, careful to avoid disturbing the ⅙ scale figure displayed on it. Haku seemed surprised by your actions, her eyes seemed to glimmer with relief.

“Thank you (y/n)..” She watched your actions closely, seeming to enjoy your company more and more. An indescribable calm washed over her, not entirely due to the sake. You flipped through AnimeHoudai, landing on Akkun to Kanojo.

“You ever seen this show?” Haku sipped some sake, shaking her head no.

“No, what’s it about?” She mumbled,in between sips. God could she get any cuter? This was such a relaxed, casual side of Haku that you never imagined seeing. Every second felt golden with her.

“W-well it’s about this couple right? The guy’s a total tsundere and bullies his girlfriend who’s this innocent angel. It’s super cute and really funny, it’s unique seeing such a brutally tsundere guy in a shoujo series honestly.” Haku giggled, wiping a droplet of booze off her bottom lip.

“The guy sounds like Neru, I’ve noticed anytime she gets.. Flirty with a girl she’s a total tsundere, too bad she scares them off after relentlessly bullying them!” You cracked open your sapporo, sitting beside her on the couch.

“Not gonna lie, I could totally see Neru being a tsundere.” Haku snickered.

“I wonder why~” Haku gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. “Ah I didn’t mean that in a mean way I promise! She’s very kind and gentle, please don’t get a bad impression of her!” You patted her back.

“Haku, you’re literally one of the least malicious people I’ve met; you’re totally fine! I promise.” She looked up at you, your reassurance truly meant a lot to her. You met her gaze, her soft doe eyes entrancing you. Your heart pounded, the sudden intimacy of the situation becoming palpable.

“Hey, (y/n) kun?” She whispered. You gulped. She inched closer to you, your faces mere centimeters apart.

“Yes Haku san?”

“I know this is probably a silly question.. But, why do you like my songs? I mean, all the other utaus are so impressive, especially when compared to vocaloids.. Why do you prefer mine?”

“Because they aren’t run of the mill sappy pop songs, they’re full of so much emotion! There’s so much passion put into each one! They connect to me on a level other utaus and vocaloids just… don’t. Sure Miku is cool and I won’t lie to you and say I’m not a fan of other singers, but none of them compare to yours. They’re ballads of raw emotion, that’s why your songs are so close to my heart.” You placed a shaky hand on her cheek, setting your nervousness aside. “I’m really happy I met you Haku san, not just because you’re a great musician, but I think you’re a great person too.” Her mouth fell agape, she couldn’t even begin to process what you had just said to her. It was as if an angel descended from heaven, cleansing her of any worries. She placed her hand over yours, closing her eyes. Your touch was intoxicating.

“(y/n) kun, I’m happy I met you too.. More than you can imagine really.” She grabbed your wrist, pulling your arm around her waist. She snuggled against your chest, your heartbeat drumming loudly into her ear. A chill ran up your spine, awkwardly you wrapped both arms around her. In response, she tucked an arm behind your back, drawing you closer. “But, I think Akkun to Kanojo sounds fun.”

“Y-yeah I think so too!” You pressed play, then grabbed your sapporo. Cracking it open, you took a couple sips. The earthy brew warmed you up, making you even more cozy. The two of you began bingng the series, grazing on snacks and copiously drinking. Two beers quickly disappeared, along with a bottle of sake. It became apparent over time that drunkenly watching anime with the girl of your dreams was literally the best thing ever.

“Ah, (y/n) kun you have something on your lip! Lemme get that for youuu~” Without warning Haku kissed you, the taste of sake staining her lips. No matter how much alcohol you consumed, this caught you completely off guard. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. Her large bust pressed against you, making your mind grow foggy. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around her waist. The kiss deepened, instinctively you nibbled on her lip. She squeaked in surprise, her drunken confidence slipping away. She crawled up into your lap, your hands raking over her petite back. She pulled her lips away, her face flushed. You placed your hands on her hips, looking up at her lovingly.

“(y/n) kun?”

“Yes Haku san?” She paused, tilting up your chin. She inched her lips closer to yours once again.

“Is this what love feels like? This pounding feeling in my chest, the warmth and happiness… Do you feel it too?” You nodded.

“I feel it too Haku san.. I felt this way even before I met you.” She kissed your forehead.

“I’m so happy (y/n) kun, I’ve never had this with someone before. Isn’t that embarrassing?” She looked at you, clearly ashamed.

“No, not at all. It only makes this more special.”

“Is it too soon to.. You know..”

“I love you too Haku san.” She smiled, hugging you tightly.

“I love you, (y/n) kun.” Wordlessly the two of you drifted into a peaceful slumber. The warmth of being in each other’s arms was indescribably comforting, Yowane Haku’s soft skin against yours, her flowing hair draped across you two, her gentle breathing, every last bit of it was bliss. This was definitely the start of something wonderful.

#fanfic #fanfiction #self insert #x reader #vocaloid x reader #utau x reader #utauloid #yowane haku #this is how haku and i met eek #i love her sm #fictional other #f/o #anime #manga #anime fanfiction

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wilhelmjfink · 6 years

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Only Yours

HAHAHA ok holy shit it took me like four days but this is my VERY FIRST ATTEMPT AT SMUT this is for @tehfabbooty thank u for waiting! Please enjoy and be gentle with me!!

Daryl leaned against the porch railing, exhaling cigarette smoke into the crisp night air, chuckling to himself as he watched you sneak out the front door of the brightly lit home.

Neither one of you were meant for social situations; it was a fact you two had bonded over. So he was surprised when you’d told him you were likely going to show, even just for a few minutes, to meet the people who may potentially be your new neighbors. You weren’t thrilled about it, though — that much was obvious.

But still, you’d insisted on at least making an appearance, and he was thrilled you hadn’t even bothered trying to convince him to come. One of your neighbors had stopped by with a box of clothes and shoes and jewelry, and you were less than impressed... Even more so when you showed up at the party and there were girls actually wearing them.

They had turned their noses up at you and your dirty, worn out boots and your jeans, even though you were able to shower and brush your hair for the first time in ages. You didn’t let it bother you; you were fed, sheltered, and for now, safe. You didn’t care what they thought of you.

Daryl watched, content for the moment just observing you and all of your little quirks that he adored...secretly, more or less. The way you shook your head in disbelief to yourself, clearly relieved to have escaped the party; the way you pulled your ponytail out and flipped your hair loosely once or twice before quickly throwing it back up. And just as he thought you might be heading his way, he prepared to stomp out his cigarette and jog down the steps to meet you, intending to use the excuse that you still shouldn’t walk out here alone in the dark until you all were more comfortable and familiar with your new home and its residents.

He stopped, however, at the sight of the door you were pacing away from opening back up, the little strip of bright light against the night around you catching his attention. It seemed to have caught Y/N’s too he noticed, watching as you turned around to face it.

He heard the sound of your voice, though unintelligible, happily greeting the unfamiliar face that waved and trotted your way to catch up. The stranger threw his arm around you sloppily, clearly drunk considering his belligerence, and Daryl narrowed his eyes angrily, watching closely from the shadows.

He could tell you were uncomfortable at first, based on your rigid stance, but the man appeared to have said something that reassured you, and he noticed you relax and found himself growing bitter pretty quickly.

You two had stopped to chat, but he couldn’t make out the conversation. Still, he observed you not feeling entirely confident, so he couldn’t quite get himself to walk away — he didn’t trust the people here, and he sure didn’t trust them anymore when they were clearly intoxicated.

But ultimately, the conversation ended with another hug and a friendly shoulder touch before you waved goodbye. But Daryl didn’t appreciate the extended amount of time his arm lingered over yours, and he really didn’t like that you didn’t seem to mind.

He was unaware of when exactly he pulled out and lit a second cigarette but he took another long drag anyway before stomping his boot out on it and made his way down the porch steps. He also wasn’t sure what it was that was driving him toward you, a newly discovered motive giving him confidence as he approached your moonlit figure in the middle of the city street... though he knew the few beers that him and Rick had shared upon their arrival — much against his better judgment — certainly might have been a factor.

But every ounce of cockiness disintegrated into the same sense of insecurity he got every single time your bright round eyes met his, and he faltered for just a second, but the silence was broken by an unwelcome sound.

“You sure, Y/N? Everyone’s having a real great time!”

You turned at the sound of Spencer calling your name, his slurred words making you roll your eyes, before turning to holler back.

“No, I’m good. Later.”

And you waved him off.

But that wasn’t good enough for Daryl, and even though his confidence only wavered for a split second, he found your presence made it hard to regain it all back. When you spun back around and faced him, a smile that he didn’t think he caused already in your face, he simply got pissed off.

“Hey, you!” You greeted him happily, unable to read the anger in his face with just the moonlight to illuminate him. You could tell right away, though, when he hardly acknowledged you with a nod. You shrugged it off as him still being uncomfortable, and trailed behind him after he turned on his heels and began walking back in the direction of your homes.

You frowned at the uncomfortable silence between you two — it wasn’t common, and you didn’t particularly enjoy it.

“You didn’t miss much,” you broke the tension, or at least tried to. “Just a bunch of yuppies who shut out the real world behind the walls. They’re fuckin’ lucky to have us, really.”

“Ya seemed pretty cozy with that loud kid,” he replied lowly, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them... not that he really even wanted to, anyway. Even though you missed a beat behind him, he didn’t stop marching forward.

“Excuse me?”

Biting his thumbnail, he only shrugged in response.

You took a few large strides to catch up with him, spinning him around harshly and forcing him to face you. “No, you don’t get to just walk away. Are you talking about that prick, Spencer?”

“Didn’t really seem like ya really thought he was that big ‘a prick s’all I’m sayin’.”

“Do you even listen to me when I speak?” You snapped at him, pissed as the little kid game he was playing with you. And though you knew he didn’t really know how to handle his jealousy (and you were confident that’s what it was) you had to shut his attitude down for your own sake. “I went to that stupid fucking party so these people wouldn’t think we were just scavenger animals from the wild outdoors. I just want to take advantage of the resources and the potential safety we could have here—“

“Man, this place ain’t safe!” He spat back, making you flinch. He turned back around to storm off and you followed him angrily. He turned back over his shoulder at you. “And if ya’re so damn concerned about what those assholes think of us, ya sure as hell have a better chance of ‘em all likin’ ya if ya stick with mister uppity instead a’ me. Y’all were gettin’ real close ‘fore ya left!”

He b-lined for the front door of one of the small cottages Deanna gave you, but you leapt in front of him, halting him in his tracks. He stood up taller when he saw the grin on your face. “Wha’s so damn funny?”

He would be lying if he said that your smile couldn’t almost completely diminish his anger in seconds, but he stood his ground.

You, however, stifled a giggle. “You’re so jealous.”

“I ain’t jealous a’ shit, girl.”

“You’re jealous of that fucking tool!”

He tried to side step around you but you followed.

“Nah, I jus’ don’t appreciate some frat boy puttin’ his hands all over my girl.”

He growled and towered over you, almost threateningly, but all the fight left your body after you considered his last comment. You almost missed it, actually — the smile crept back onto your face slowly, and you watched him stomp by you and head inside. You followed at his heels.

“Your girl, huh?”

You weren’t expecting him to turn you around so forcefully and quite literally slam your body against the door as it shut, catching you completely by surprise. And for as well as you knew Daryl, you found yourself, just for half of a second, apprehensive at this side of him that you’d never seen before. You knew he’d never dream of hurting you but you’d also seen him so furious that he was almost feral, but that usually only showed when you were in trouble... so you remained still as his strong hands held your shoulders pinned against the wood behind you. You truly didn’t know what to expect from him, and your breath caught in your throat as he reached down and locked the door behind you without breaking eye contact.

“Yeah,” he finally rasped, his face so close in proximity that you could feel the words leave his lips and you shuddered at the contact, the sensation sending chills up your spine. God, just the sound of his voice alone made you wet. “Mine.”

You two had shared a bizarre relationship over the years, confiding in one another through hard times, holding each other through the nights to ward off nightmares. There have been secret kisses and private, late night talks though everybody seemed to know and never mentioned it — much to the relief of both of you. It was calm, comfortable.

But that single word ignited a flame inside of you that you had absolutely no intention of extinguishing.

So you swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, disappointed at your attempt to sound confident as the next words left your mouth hardly in a whisper: “Prove it.”

Daryl crashed his lips into yours with more passion than you’d ever seen come from him. You briefly wondered where this newly found confidence he had came from but weren’t able to dwell on it for very long: you felt his teeth gently tug on your body lip and your eyes about rolled back into your head with a small moan you couldn’t stop from escaping. Luckily, though, it only seemed to encourage him, and his hands moved from your sides to your wrists and he pinned them above your head securely.

Your knees almost buckled beneath you, overwhelmed with Daryl’s dominance as he planted harsh kisses down the side of your jaw and down your neck to your collarbone, leaving a trail of fire as he did so. You couldn’t form a single coherent thought; every time any part of his skin touched your body your brain seemed to shut off, unable to focus on anything but the way he was making you feel.

Once again you found yourself being ripped from your thoughts when his teeth grazed across your sensitive collarbone. You yelped, and feeling Daryl smile and chuckle against your chest only tightened the heightened the pressure you felt building up inside of you and it gave you the sweetest craving for much more.

You were enjoying how he took control, his possessiveness over you showing more than it ever had before, and you had every intention of letting it continue that way until you felt him hard against your thigh as his body ground up against yours. One of his hands released the grip he had on your wrist and went behind you to your ponytail, which he yanked downward to give himself better access to the other side of your neck, and you took advantage of the freedom and dropped your arm down to tease him, gently caressing the outside of his jeans.

The growl that emitted from him made your stomach flip, eager with anticipation. He didn’t let you make another move, however, because before you knew it he had swept you up and thrown you over his shoulder.

He dropped you onto the couch further into the dimly lit room and stood still for a moment in front of you. The way that he towered over you, eyeing you up and down like you were prey, had you squirming deliciously against the soft cushions, biting your lip to quell the excitement that had you wanting to leap onto him and tear his clothing off. But he looked like he had a plan, and you intend to follow it.

He reached down, undoing his belt buckle, but didn’t take his eyes off of you; it made it impossible for you to tear your own gaze away from him as he gave you one simple command:

“Take ‘em off.”

Yes, sir. You didn’t protest. But instead of sliding your jeans off first, you reached down and flipped your t-shirt over your head leaving you in just your sports bra. And fashion was not a priority anymore, for obvious reasons, but if there was anybody who didn’t care what you were wearing or how you looked, it was Daryl. He had a way of always making you feel sexy just by looking at you a certain way, especially with leaves in your hair, dirt caked on to your skins, and dried blood encrusting your chapped lips and fingernails... but you figured you being cleaner at that moment than you had been in months might have something to do with it.

Daryl licked his lips as he gazed down at your chest, waiting impatiently for you to remove your bra. Your hands were shaking slightly — you weren’t sure whether it was from excitement or beautiful anxiety or a combination of both. Regardless, you grasped the bottom of your bra and tore it up over your head.

He wasted no time diving back down to kiss you with such passion it honestly took your breath away. His belt hung open on his hips, his button and zipper down too, his grey boxers showing behind them. In the middle of your heated make out session you reached out, clawing at his belt as you fumbled with it in an attempt to get it all the way open and pull his jeans off of his hips. But he stopped you, grabbing both your wrists with just one of his hands, the other one pushing back until you were laying on the couch, his rough hands tearing your jeans off with ease until they were merely a piece of fabric around your ankle before he tossed them carelessly to the floor.

The feeling of him pressing light kisses on the delicate skin inside of your thighs drove you mad; you grabbed fistfuls of his long hair and tugged them closer to you, unable to stand any more of his teasing. But he wouldn’t let up, his lips ghosting along the inside of your legs until he reached your sensitive heat, simply breathing slowly to tease you; and fuck, did it work.

“Who’s girl are ya?” His words tore you from your strangled thoughts, only turning you on more. Daryl had never acted like this toward you before — maybe you needed to make him jealous more often.

“Yours,” you replied breathlessly.

“Say my name.”

“Yours, Daryl!” You moaned, throwing your head back impatiently. “Only yours!”

Then he replied with one word that just about tore you apart, the sound of his voice and him torturing you with his closeness, the vibration against you causing you to cry out with unquenchable desire: “Beg.”

“Please, Daryl!” You cried desperately, bucking your hips up to alleviate the pressure building up in your core. “Oh, god, please!”

You could feel him smile against you before you felt his tongue dive into you.

At that point you were so tightly wound you couldn’t help but scream at the pleasure it caused you; it was like a flame coursed through your body and hit every nerve as his tongue flicked against your clit, hitting the one spot that had your knees shaking in mere seconds. Maybe you were hurting him with how hard you pulling his hair and were grinding against his face but he didn’t see to care, so neither did you. Just the feeling of him between your thighs was enough to drive you closer and closer to the brink, and with every flick of his tongue he knew that he was pushing you there and he loved every moment of it.

First it was one finger inside you, teasing you slowly, and it almost immediately had you begging for more. He was enjoying watching you writhe beneath his touch, knowing that he had you in the palm of his hand like putty. He knelt against the couch with your legs on his shoulders, your cries driving him wild. When he slowly slid a second finger in, you couldn’t find your voice to plead for another.

Then in one swift motion you suddenly felt desperately empty as he removed his calloused fingers from inside of you. You whimpered but he was already grasping the outside of your thighs to remove them from their rightful place on his shoulders, and somehow managed to enticingly yank you from the couch to lay you on the floor while at the same time being ever so gently as not to hurt you.

He was pissed off, though not at you... but he was still going to take it out on you in the best possible way.

Whatever you were doing must have been driving him insane because the second your lay flat on the floor and spread your legs eagerly for him, he pushed down his boxers and lined his cock up at your entrance before pushing it into your pussy without any warming.

You both cried out in ecstasy: and you could feel all of his pent up anger and jealousy at that moment, but it was the sweetest pain you’d ever felt in your entire life.

Leaning on his elbows, he hovered over you, pressing his forehead to yours as he drove himself in and out, in and out, relishing in your cries and moans he was causing mixed with the feeling of your nails scraping down his back as you wordlessly pleading for him to go harder, faster.

Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your edge, tightening the coil inside of you, building up the most wonderful pressure you’d ever experienced. The sound of his moans sent bolts of lightening through you, while the feeling of his cock filling you up every time he drove himself into you had you screaming without being able to form any actual sound.

Every single move he made reflected his jealousy whether he admitted it or not; and as his movements became more and more erratic you grasped onto him like a lifeline, letting him pull you through the orgasm that ripped through your body the same time as his took over him. A string of curses and the sweet sound of your name leaving his lips managed to take you even higher somehow, and you both floated down in a tangled mess with the sweet pain of nails against skin before you closed you eyes, allowing yourself to cherish the sensation entirely. It was blissfully silent except for you both catching your breath, ineffectively trying to settle back down to earth.

After a long moment, he finally spoke. “Christ, woman.”

You laughed breathlessly, reaching around his forearms that still held you in place to brush the hair from in front of his eyes where they were stranded against his forehead with sweat. Planting a light kiss on his nose, he even smiled back at you.

“Say it again.”

You cocked your head curiously. “Say what again?”

“Who’s girl are ya?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but kissed him reassuringly. “Only yours, Daryl Dixon.”

;)

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insomniac-dot-ink · 6 years

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The Grim (part I)

genre: wlw, light horror, original story

words: 2.5k

summary: an insomniac accidentally picks up a stray dog that may or may not be a powerful spirit of the dead. She bonds with her new found companion up until his previous owner starts haunting her to get him back

A story of being sleepless, dead, and somewhere in-between

PART I ~ PART II ~ PART III

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PART I

Charlie didn’t really sleep anymore.

Sleep came with too tall a price tag with not enough pocket change to even cover the rental fee. Her brother often joked: ‘you can sleep when you’re dead,’ but after a couple days on your feet it already pretty much feels like you were.

The back of her eyes ache, her teeth feel numb, the world was a picture of slow molasses, dribbling by in snatches of motion as she tried to make sense of any of it. It was a grey night. Not dark grey, light grey, the type of grey that paraded itself around as daytime and hovers so close to the ground you can taste it.

It was chilly, a light drizzle obscured the street lamps and sidewalks, making them gleam with a murky reflections of blurry oranges and yellows. It reminded Charlie of impressionist paintings but perhaps that was the dizziness talking.

She walked nowhere and everywhere at once, like trying to catch a bus you were never going to make.

The soft drizzle coats her skin and it feels like it’s much later than 10pm, but by the third day of insomnia it’s always 4am. 4am buzz, 4am thumping silence, 4am fluorescents of a all night convenience store flashing in the back of your mind’s eye.

Charlie was bumbling along the side of the road, trying to catch that bus she was never going to make. She pauses only once, on the outskirts of Florence Street and the edge of a wide green park with thick oak trees and dewey wild grass.

She pauses outside a slim alleyway tucked away like a secret between two sturdy looking apartment buildings. They’re old buildings with rusting fire escapes and big green dumpsters off to the side, red brick walls and clouded yellow windows. Charlie cocks her head to the side as she sees a large lump of something standing in front of a green dumpster.

She probably wouldn’t have stopped to inspect it if it didn’t appear to be oozing smoke in every direction. A thick billowing smoke that seemed to melt into the darkness around it.

She furrows her brow, maybe she is really finally losing it. She blinks her blurry eyes and listens to the snuffling of a very large nose in a pile of garbage. She would call the thing more of a ‘lump’ or suggestion of a creature rather than a full blown thought.

Noah apparently hadn’t been paying attention when his two of every animal crossbreed with a dark cloud along the way it seemed.

A lump wafting a small cloak of smoke above it, Charlie sniffs the air but it continues to smell like damp New England air and her own unwashed hoodie. The creature roots through the discarded banana peels and egg shells.

“You shouldn’t be eating that,” she mumbles as she sees the smoking thing upend a tin can. It bites down on something that couldn’t be fresh.

“Hey now!” She calls out and her skin prickles. It keeps eating the rotten food and she watches in awe as something must be a long black tail starts to wag.

She rubs her eyes furiously for a moment, digging the heels of her hands into her eye sockets and inhaling deeply. Charlie shakes her head as if she was trying to dislodge a thought and looks back up, her mouth falls open when she looks up the smoke is gone.

Maybe she really was losing it.

A large black dog seemed to have taken the place of the cloud, it’s head still down but outline very real now.

Charlie takes a few cautious footsteps into the alleyway and puts her hand out, this had to be some of health hazard for the dog and the neighborhood.

“Hey… Boy?” She asks questioningly and reaches her fingers out, eyes searching for a collar on it’s thick neck. The dog-thing pauses, it’s shoulders tensing and ears perking up, two black licorice shiny eyes turn like inverse headlights in her direction.

The eyes have no whites to them.

“Ah!” Charlie yelps and steps backwards. “What the hell…” It’s large head swings in her direction and she has a full view of it’s rippling dark body that seemed to take up the entire space. Charlie takes another step back and her eyes go wide.

“Woah there,” she whispers it, her words getting stuck in her throat as she is caught in the gaze of two perfectly black eyes. She takes a deep breath and rights herself, “You shouldn’t… eat that?” She offers weakly and squints at it.

She blinks a couple more times and rubs at her face, trying to dislodge the crazy from her sleepy consciousness. When she looks back up a large black dog is still standing in front of her, but all traces of smoke are gone and she can see the whites of its eyes.

She raises her eyebrows as she makes out a collar around its neck after all. “Oh,” she says softly, “are you lost boy?” The dog is still regarding her, stance wide and head tilted, it wasn’t his fault that Charlie was having delusions, she takes another step toward him.

“Can I,” she hesitates, “can I check your collar?” Charlie had raised enough dogs to know how much it sucked to lose yours.

The animal seems to tense as she takes a step toward it, the rain had picked up and plastered its hair down.

“I’m not going to do anything,” she reassures, using her best ‘calm’ voice that didn’t terrify babies.

The dog is still considering her, as if she is a very old high school friend come to bother it in the grocery store. The dog looks at Charlie’s hand as she lets it crawl toward it, “No worries,” she says again, “I’m just gonna check.” To her surprise the dog takes a step toward her and they both pause for a very long moment like they didn’t know what that meant, the dog takes another step forward. Charlie doesn’t make any sudden movements and bends slowly at the knee.

“Hello,” Charlie finally greets, “do you mind?” She touches the black collar lightly and nods down at the dog. It just stares back at her with bright black eyes, it’s long sweeping tail starts to wag back and forth.

She smiles, “you’re just a little hungry, aren’t?” She takes the collar in hand, it obviously wasn’t frightened of her.

“My name is Charlie Ziegler,” she says quietly and turns the collar over. “I don’t suppose you have a chip, do you?” She feels around the smooth collar and her mood drops when she can’t find a tag and instead mostly damp fur that made her hand smell funny. She sighs and retreats.

“Right,” she dusts herself off, “I should…” She glances back to it, “call someone for you.” The dog is still looking back at her expectantly, Charlie can only hunch over slightly, “Someone is missing you a whole bunch I bet.” She turns around and takes a few halting steps away, a frown growing on her face.

Charlie turns around again, “But it is raining.” She murmurs back to herself, “and you must be awfully hungry.”

She looks the huge creature up and down, biting down on her bottom lip. “No, no, you have a home. The shelter can help- nice dog catchers, not the nasty ones, promise.”

She feels a little silly promising it things as it just stares blankly back at her. She turns to walk to the end of the alley and go find a phone that wasn’t dead, she stops as she hears the pattering of soft steps behind her. She looked over her shoulder, the dog sniffs at the back of her hand and she can’t help but smile to herself.

It seemed rather bashful for such a huge thing.

She bites her bottom lip harder, her resistance fading, “But it is raining!”

A huge smile starts to grow over her face.

“And you are a good dog, aren’t you? You won’t eat my shoes or anything,” she takes it’s collar loosely and starts guiding it up the street and back up toward her apartment. Her drowsiness temporarily not filling every single one of her being like a deadweight.

The dog is lumbering forward but light on its feet, it seems to glance at her every few steps, as if checking on her or trying to guess a tough quiz question. There was something almost sweet about it.

Charlie laughs, she was suddenly fine with this dog eating her shoes. She ruffles his soft ears, “let’s get you somewhere dry.” They climb the stairs quickly and sneak into her second story apartment, her neighbors were still awake so that was a good sign. It wasn’t too late yet.

“One sec!” She promises him as she runs to her linen closet and grabs a handful of towels.

The dog stays perfectly still as she pats him down and ruins at least two of her towels, “Henry?” Charlie offers weakly, “No, no, too human.” “Licorice? No, too silly,” She puts out a dish of water and starts boiling some chicken she had, “Ken? No, that’s a Barbie, damn.” She considers the dog for a long second, then she snaps her fingers as she sees him pushing on her leg with his large wet nose.

“You’re so big!” She laughs again as she fills his dish up in her biggest bowl, “Juno,” she smiles down at him, “Do you like Juno?” The dog digs into the chicken with a ravenous hunger, making wet noises as he quickly scarfs the bits down. “Careful!” She pats his head and ruffles his ears, “Juno, boy, I’ll get you more tomorrow too.” Juno doesn’t stop and laps up the entire water dish next.

Charlie manages to slip into her more comfortable sweatpants and prepares herself in front of the TV to marathon something and try to push back the hordes of thoughts and non-thoughts. She wasn’t bothered when Juno jumps up on the couch with her, or when he puts his big dark head on her lap, looking more like a small horse than anything else at that moment.

“You’re so friendly,” she can’t help but feel she might put off making that phone call to the shelter for just a little longer.

And then she closes her eyes, sleep catching up to her out of left field like a sucker punch to the gut. She barely knew it was happening, she sleeps for 12 hours.

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Charlie wasn’t sure what to make of her new dog, she knew he was hungry, and she knew that he had the manners of an old gentleman of the 1800s. Someone had obviously trained him well.

He waited at the door for her, he asked to go out right on the hour, he went to the dog park and trotted after her like a scout trailing a commander. He isn’t very interested in other dogs.

Just food. And her.

Charlier can’t say she’s complaining, it had been a long long time since she went into work well-rested, but there was a first for everything. He slept in her bed and miraculously she slept too.

It might have been a perfect match, but everything comes with a price tag.

It was 8pm on a Wednesday, Charlie was propped up next to her couch, head lolling down as she fought off a deep need for her nap. Her unfinished article lay open in front of her and she is tempted to just close the whole thing and walk away.

She’s thinking about dinner for her and Juno, and then a sudden ice pulses through her veins, Charlie sits up completely straight and eyes go wide. She glances at her thermos stat, it had just dropped ten degrees.

Charlie scowls, “what the hell.” She reaches for a blanket off to the side, the lights flicker like a bad horror movie.

She looks in both directions, “Uh.”

The lights flicker again and Charlie gets on her knees, she looks over to the hall where Juno was laid out, his head was perked up now too. His dark eyes alert and ears facing forward.

Charlie crawls to her feet, “Okay…” She reaches for her phone to check in with the building manager, opening her messages to see if there was an alert for an electricity glitch. Or sudden air conditioner blast.

She hears it, hears it like you hear your mother’s voice in your dreams or listen to your friends discuss you when you know they think you’re not there. It was a slow, plodding sound.

Dripping, fat wet droplets hitting linoleum, Charlie backs up, she hears two heavy feet thumping down the apartment hall- loud enough to echo and send a shiver down her spine.

“Hello?” She tries weakly, this is definitely the part where she should run and/or start singing show tunes. No one died in horror movies singing showtunes.

The plodding, dripping sound draws closer, Charlie backs away from the front door.

“Uh,” she the cold crawls up and down her skin.

Thump, thump, thump.

A heavy knock came at the door.

Charlie puts her hands up, “go away! We’re not home.” She says a little pathetically and glances at her fire escape. Thump thump thump

A strangled sound raises in the back of Charlie’s throat but she suppresses it, pinching herself and thinking maybe she really hadn’t been sleeping at all. And this was the end game of her sanity.

Thump thump thump

She hugs herself and tries one last time, “Ms. Thomson? Are you sleepwalking again?” Thump thump thump

“Go away!” She almost shrieks, “I already lost most my good silverware and don’t have any money, I swear.” Thump, thump, thump

Charlie edges her way toward Juno, she hisses at him, “get away from the door boy.” Juno just stays in place, ears perked up and body tensed.

Thump thump thump

“Fuck!” She tears at her hair, “stop it.” The thumping continues, “I WANT,” Charlie jumps as a sandpaper rough voice drips and oozes it’s way through the air, “THE DOG!”

Charlie dives for Juno to cover him with her body. The room feels like it’s shaking for a moment, water rushing somewhere and thumping coming at the door.

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Her doorknob rattles and it looks like the door is going to be ripped off its hinges.

“No,” she squeezes her eyes shut and hugs her huge dog to her. She waits… for something.

And then the temperature raises again just as suddenly as it had dropped, the lights turn back to a honey yellow, the room stops shaking slightly.

Charlie stays in place for several more minutes, covering Juno with her body and waiting.

Water is leaking out of her eyes when she finally sits up again, trying to still her shaking body and hug Juno closer to her. “It’s okay boy.” She says mostly for herself before wiping at her eyes, “This sort of thing happens… all the time?”

That’s when Charlie thinks maybe she should have a cigarette and a talk with her local priest or psychiatrist.

She starts with some Marlboros and getting a better lock for her door.

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janeorozco92 · 4 years

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bitchin-noodle · 4 years

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The Witch and The Whore

By My creative writing group at Lakeville High school

Ivy takes in the view of the mysterious forest that surrounds her and her partner, Zach, leaving the car as they make their way into the misty woods. “I don’t think we should be doing this” Ivy stated as she looked back at the car for the last time for the night. The trees of the forest seemed to grow so perfectly straight and un-naturally tall, causing the leaves to block out any sort of light. The boundless darkness seemed to swallow the entire forest like it was an entity of its own. “Ah, it’s just for one night. Besides, this park has the best viewing for the Blood Moon” Zach reassured with a bright smile. “Okay… but how long is it till we get to the lake?” Ivy asked the back of Zach’s head. “It’ll take about a thirty minute walk...” he lied as easily as he breathes. As they began the walk the trees started to open up. She thought her mind was playing tricks on her so she asked Zach,” Did you see that?” she whispered as she quickly gripped Zachs sleeve. “See what?” he asked as he looked at her, as if she was crazy. “Look if you didn’t want to come with me, then why didn’t you just say so?” Zach groaned with annoyance. “I do! It’s just this place… Never mind…” she mumbled as her hands loosened their grip on his sleeve. He smiled at her once again and they began their way into the dark woods.

The sound of boots grinding against the path is all that is heard between the two, but was disturbed by the cries of Ravens making their way to the tree branches that surround them. Six Ravens stared them down from the trees with tense stares, hunger in their eyes. “They’re like a little family” Ivy shivered, trying to ease her nerves. “Yeah, a creepy one” Zach joined with a light laugh, but then noticed his partner shaking. “Are you cold Ivy? I can lend you my extra jacket?” Zach offered as he dug into his backpack to retrieve his jacket. As he goes to wrap his partner in the fabric, his skin grazing her hot skin. “Jeez, how are you cold? It feels like you're running a fever!” Zach placed his palm on her fore-head, her skin burning his. “I feel fine, except I’m cold.” She yanked the jacket from him and quickly covered her bare skin. “How long have we been walking for?” she asked with a shiver, Zach then tenses with anxiety. “I… uh, I actually don’t know…” he mumbled as he felt his girlfriends raging stare. “You said we would be there around thirty minutes!” she yelled, her voice echoing, scaring nearby animals, everyone but the motionless Ravens. “I know, I know… I’m sorry, Ivy” he sighed into his hand with regret, “I don’t know how long it takes to get there…” he mumbled. “Great, just great!” Ivy throws her hands in the air in frustration, and plopped down on a rock, staring down Zach. “How about we set camp for the night…” Zach suggested nervously.

The fire is the only thing that lit the ominous woods tonight, accompanied with the sounds of the cackling fire and soft breeze. The Ravens never left the tree branches, only to stare in famished silence. “I’m going to get water” Ivy broke the peace in a monotone voice, “I keep hearing running water from behind me, so there’s more likely a river” she continued as she dug out the water jug from her backpack. “I’ll be back.” She walked out of the campfire light, followed by the motionless Ravens into the black void. The sound of water became more clear as she eased into that direction, until her foot was engulfed by water. “What? It sounds like it's five feet away…” she puzzled, but quickly brought the jug down to the water. “It’s a lovely night for a Blood Moon, isn’t it?” a voice gleams from behind her, causing her to yelp and drop the jug into the water.

“Oh my…” the owner of the voice murmured, a woman that seemed to be in her early forties, followed by five other ladies from their early thirties to a kid. “I’m sorry for startling you dear, I didn’t think I’d scare you that much!” the woman giggled. “Oh, it’s quite alright ma’am” Ivy laughed it off nervously, picking up the water filled jug from the water. “But yes, it is a lovely night for a Blood Moon” Ivy agreed with the eldest women of the group, “in fact I’m out here with a friend” she instantly regretted telling her. “Oh? Well good thing you have someone to have your back, especially late at night” she mothered her. “Well you two stay safe out here and enjoy the view” she nodded goodbye, along with the rest of the group. “Are you married?” bluntly asked the youngest of the group, followed by a bunch of nervous laughs and shushes. “Oh, Phoebe! You don’t go around asking people that! I do apologize missy, she tends to not have a filter” she scratched her neck. “It’s okay, in fact, I’m not.” Ivy answered with an awkward smile, wanting to just leave and go back to the campsite already. The young lady pouts. “You’re too pretty to not be married!” Phoebe blurted, causing the camper to lightly blush, “Why thank you, you're a very pretty girl yourself” Ivy commented back. “Here!” the little girl shoved a red apple into her palms and then dispel behind the eldest, “Well, we should be on our way, have a nice evening miss” the eldest waved whilst leading away the group. Ivy then glanced at the beautiful scarlet apple. Such a deep red for an apple, she thought before biting into it with a crunch.

Crackles and pops is what was shared between Zach and the fire. The silence becoming unbearable with every passing minute, his nerves itching. “What is she doing?” Zach said to himself, worry in his voice, he stood up from his stump and made way to the stream in eerie silence. Not long before he made it to the flowing stream, only to find nothing but darkness and peace. “Ivy!” the man cried, only to receive nothing, “Ivy!” he calls again, but silence calls back. His mind starts to race and blur, adrenaline coursing his veins like the flowing river, panic getting the best of him. Pacing himself in circles, a shimmer of light from the darkness eases his frantic mind, slowly engulfing him. The light breaks through the cracks of the forest across the river, soft chanting is that now possesses the woods. Zach was mesmerized by the light. He slowly pulled toward it, easing himself into the cold rushing river. The currents were pulling him down into the water. They acted like they were their own entity, like nothing could stop it from bringing down the intruder. He finally hoisted himself out of the water onto the mossy ground, coughing and panting from the lack of air. The familiar chanting now ringing clear in his ears, he quickly made way to the direction of the voices. Creeping up slowly into the light, Zach places himself behind a tree. A circle of women filled the oddly open area, circling a women laying on a stone platform. Panic possesses Zach again as he soon realized who was laying on the stone, his partner, Ivy.

Ivy lays there bare in ghostly peace, lifeless. The chanting soon died, leaving an uncomfortable silence to take over the area. Zach stood there behind the tree, trying to think of a way to stop what was going on. All of the women stood motionless in dead silence, when a member creeps into the middle of the circle. “Tonight,” the leader's voice seemed to boom in the quiet area, “we gather to celebrate the rising of the Blood Moon”. Zach watched, terror in his eye as their arms rose as if to reach the moon, as it slowly shifted to a crimson color. “Tonight, our sisters were gifted potential power for generations, and tonight!” the eldest cried. “Tonight, we will be beyond one’s limits,” she grinned devilishly as she raised a severed pig’s head over her head, small contents dripping on top of her own. Slowly, she lowers the head over her own, blinding herself from the world. Zach couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, it was too much for him to handle. He desperately wished that he would take Ivy’s place. The chanting eases over the silence as the eldest draws a dagger from her robe. “Now my sisters,” the eldest calls, as the sacrifice slowly gains consciousness, “we shall take what’s ours”, the eldest raises her daggered fist and strikes down. The echoes of the dagger clatters against stone, followed by a rush of wind passing the eldest, leaving the six witches under the devilish red moonlight.

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