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Official Design of my character, Aqua !
She will star in an upcoming animation of mine. I worked really hard on her design, and I’m very proud of how she turned out. I can’t wait to start working on the animated short of her :’^)
I’ll include all the design details here too.
Summary of Aqua’s character:
• Sucks at turf war, so wants to be an idol instead.
• Has doubts of becoming an idol since she wants to perform alone, and all the other idols have partners.
• Loves Squid/Inkling BOYS !!
• Wears shades so she can stare at boys without getting noticed
• Kinda shy and doubts herself a lot.

Unique physical attributes:
• Slightly larger front fangs than other inklings. Sticks out.
• Slightly taller than the regular inkling.
• eyes are two different colorsss

Other details:
• Designed her to have 2 main colors due to being a solo artist, she’ll host a splatfest on her own if ever. It will change depending on the theme.
• main focus to emphasize the 6 suction cups(?) pattern, like how the squid sisters had a “grilled” pattern


really cool songs by really cool female fronted bands
>>> vitamins [milk teeth] | smoke [pvris] | move, shake, hide [marmozets] | name that thing [chumped] | anklebiters [paramore] | lone wolves [happy fangs] | the best thing [we are the in crowd] | make a move [icon for hire] | nothing’s wrong [echosmith] | fireproof [against the current] | don’t wish [tonight alive] | drown with the monster [white lung] | cold blooded [courage my love] | the one to get me out [candy hearts] | vice [love, robot] | other side [new years day] | follow me down [the pretty reckless] | just a girl [no doubt] <<<

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So I heard we were talking about scary teeth??? : )

While showing traits of a once omnivorous species, Kariian teeth have changed over time to rip and tear, sporting large fangs and molars in the backs of their mouth that curve backward, made to hook into prey without letting go. Their skulls have very little cranial kinesis, resulting in an incredibly powerful bite. They have specifically evolved to bite without letting go, leaving their prey to bleed out and die a slow death. Once they have bitten on to something, it is incredibly difficult and sometimes impossible to get them to let go without breaking their jaws do it.

Curiously, somewhat as a result to make up for a lack of a reliant food source and more out of a mutation, Kariians possess a minor trait known as hematophagy, the practice of feeding on blood. Additionally and because of this, their saliva functions as an anticoagulant as well as a borderline-aphrodisiac to minimize struggle. ( Due to all this, when they bite onto prey, they are also feeding on the blood as the result. ) 

anonymous asked:

i just love the idea of elias hugging chise in the couch while they are reading and chise falls asleep so elias has to carry her to bed but doesnt want to put her down so he just grabs a blanket and sits on her bed with chise in his arms, all cozy and warm

((Aww, that is adorable! So adorable I have to write it!!))

((Also, I’m getting a lot of Anons in my inbox with these prompts. I’d understand if the request was, like, NSFW, but these requests are just so adorable! I wish people knew who came up with the ideas.))

“You really have a lot of old classics in your library, Elias.”

The redhead rubbed the end of her eye for a moment. She brings her hand back to grasp the back of the cover of the book held in her hands. It’s relatively small, but still fit snugly into her hands and had just the right amount of weight to it. The text could be a lot bigger but Chise Hatori wasn’t complaining. She was actually infatuated with the story past beyond the rich ink. It was one of the oldest classics out there from what she’s heard - Hamlet.

Elias was actually surprised to learn that she hasn’t read nearly half of what he had. When she browsed through his library, she became interested at the known titles and admitted that she had never read Shakespeare. Or Edgar Allen Poe. Or any other classic author, really. It made sense when he thought about it, but it still surprised the magus, nonetheless.

Most of his library consisted of either fiction or documents. Being on Earth for centuries really gave him the chance to collect any literature he found interesting. To humans now, it probably was all boring because they weren’t contemporaries. A part of him was relieved that Chise found pleasure in indulging herself in what he had. She already went through 3 other books of his and was still going.

Elias rubbed the side of Chise’s cheek with a gloved thumb. She was getting tired now and he could tell from this angle. She settled onto his lap right when she began reading and hasn’t left since. Eventually, the monster’s back started to hurt so he had to lay back on the couch. It didn’t stop the redead from laying on top of him and resume reading the book. It seemed like she wanted to be within his touch while she read the literature and he had no complaints about it, either.

“Tired?” He asked. She groaned.

“No, I’m fine. I just really want to get through this…chapter…”

She yawned at the end of the sentence. She glared at Elias afterward in case he’d say anything. The monster simply remained quiet, which gave her the chance to go back to the book. He actually found it cute that she insisted to stay up. It was flattering, really - especially since she was on top of him. He came to enjoy feeling her touch, so laying with her on the couch was more like heaven for him. He grew to like toying with her hair and feeling the ends of it.

Elias continued laying there with her and watched the sunset get darker from a nearby window. He felt Chise’s grip on the book soon loosen as it slowly lowered to her body. He watched with interest as she gently set it on top of her chest and rested the side of her head onto his skull. He tensed at this sudden contact and waited for what else would happen.

As soon as he heard her lightly snore, he relaxed. She had fallen asleep. How adorable. The monster gently gripped her shoulder and rubbed it gently. He waited a few minutes before reaching forward and carefully taking the book from her hands. He bookmarked the page for her and set it on a nearby coffee table. She stirred a bit on his chest but soon settled back on the top of his vest with a smile.

“I knew you were fatigued,” He patted her stomach softly. Her response was to nuzzle his chest further.

He’d never get tired of nights like these. “Cuddling” on the couch proved to be really enjoyable, and Elias had very minimal complaints. He could probably go a full week laying down on anything with Chise. And these warm feelings…They usually came to him whenever he and Chise were close together. And instances like this was just one of the many factors that gave him this warm sensation. He’d proudly say that he’d never grow tired of it.

Slowly but surely, Elias rose from the couch and held onto Chise’s back to ensure she wouldn’t fall. She gripped the end of his vest and simply pulled onto him tighter. He put another hand under her waist and stood. He walked through the hallway and up the stairs, grasping Chise in his hands and gently making his way through the door of her bedroom. As soon as he was sure she was still asleep, the monster leaned down and carefully placed the redhead down on her bed.

He motioned her underneath the blankets and tucked her in from shoulder to shoulder. Something about this was upsetting him, but he couldn’t place a finger on what it was. He felt something urge him to join Chise in the bed, so he carefully slipped off his shoes and set them aside. The monster carefully climbed over her small figure and settled beside her, nuzzling his skull on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and motioned her back to his stomach protectively.

“I was hoping you’d do that,” She quietly admitted.

She trailed her finger on the front of his fang slightly. Elias held onto her tighter as he motioned the blankets over himself. He was rather glad he joined her. The nights sometimes went real cold when he placed her back in her bedroom rather than beside him. And if cuddling on the couch made him warm, then so should sleeping with her, too.

“I learn more about you everyday,” He slipped off his gloves. “I can probably start making assumptions on what you want, Chise.”

“Really?” She asked amusingly. She turned around to face her husband and teasingly poked him on the skull. “Then what do I want now?

Elias pretended to think about it. “Hmm. I’d say…you really don’t want me leaving your side in the middle of the night.”

She bit her lip and looked away. “Yeah…you’re right. But I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“Oh?” He asked.

She went forward and tucked her head under his skull. Elias tensed and waited for her to say something, but she never did. She rubbed the side of her cheek on his collar instead and scooted as close to him as she could. Slowly but drearily, she started to daze off without another word. Elias placed his hand on her back and heard the soft sound of her breathing start to steady. He rubbed her back and continued to listen to the delightful noise.

Right before she fell asleep, he heard her murmur. “I want…to dream about you…”

He could say the same, really.

Klangst Week: March 29th (Voltron/Garla)


It’s Klangst week! Why didn’t I know Klangst week is a thing? ;-; 

I’m joining this pretty late (hope that’s okay!) with a small fic, I tried to combine bits and pieces of the previous days to get on track with the remaining week, but it’s mainly focused on the theme of today! ^^


He felt it more than he understood it.

There were little signs, small ways he conveyed it to him like waves breaking on rocky shores, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Lance noticed the way he’d refuse to look him in the eye, the way he’d open his mouth to speak then stop midway, thinking no one had noticed it. He’d gotten harsher, his words fewer and bitter whenever he allowed himself to talk.

He tried to find when it started, understand when they became…this.
When Keith decided he could lie to Lance’s face.

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The Love Of A Mikaelson (Part Two)

Requested By Anon

Klaus became more irritated with each passing day that you refused to talk to him. He was also to stubborn to end your indignant refusal by removing the dagger from Elijah, meaning it was up to Rebekah to pass messages back and forth.


“He wants you to go with him to a party with Marcel.” Rebekah grumbled from the doorway.

“Tell him I said.” Was all you said making Rebekah shake her head as you went back to tell Klaus that you were still not talking to him.


He appeared in your door way with a huff of breath. You refused to look at him as he glared at you, both of you knew your stubbornness matched his and he would have no choice to either continue to fight through your foul mood or give up and let Elijah out of the coffin he was currently ‘stored in’.


“Let Elijah out and I’ll help you.” You offered.


“Help me and I’ll lessen the time he’s in there and will allow you to spend time alone with him.” Klaus countered.


“Allow me… you… listen here you irritating…!” You were cut off when Klaus was suddenly in front of you, his fangs bared as he glared down at you.

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Timber Rattlesnake, (Crotalus horridus), is a species of venomous pit viper found in the eastern United States. This is the only rattlesnake species in most of the populous northeastern United States.

Potentially, this is one of North America’s most dangerous snakes, due to its long fangs, impressive size and high venom yield. This is to some degree offset by its relatively mild disposition. Before striking, they often do a good deal of preliminary rattling and feinting, shown in this photo. Cist (1845) described how he lived in western Pennsylvania for many years and that the species was quite common there, but in all that time he heard of only a single death resulting from its bite.

Photo taken by John Macey

Also available over on AO3: The List


9:00pm, Santa Fe

Grace wrote her a list before she left. Her daily dos and don'ts, which Frankie really should detest, she really should. Reminders to stay away from sodium, to check her blood pressure, to take her pills. Things Frankie resents and despises. Or at least she would, usually. But the letter has not left her side since she found it tucked in to her suitcase a week ago. Not once. Not even when she takes a shower - she’s perfected the art of plastic-wrapping it to protect it from the steady fall of water (after several failed test-runs with the daily newspaper).

She always takes it out as soon as Jacob leaves the room. Scoffs at the absurdity of it all. The tone of it is so Grace - patronising in a way that honestly, she thinks, she should hate. She would have hated. But she doesn’t. Somehow, now, she has to admit that she finds it, inexplicably and almost laughably, sweet. Because Grace wants her to stay healthy. To live happily. To stick around for the next twenty years. Because Grace cared enough to write it. Because actually, she realises, she wants Grace to care.

She pulls it out from inside her shirt - from the little pocket she’s haphazardly stitched in near her chest. The one that now exists in all of Frankie’s clothes. Jaggedly sewn squares that fortunately don’t show too much from the other side, in everything from dungarees to her favourite pair of pajamas. She wonders, briefly, if Grace knows that her red silk set is missing. Wonders whether she’ll know Frankie has taken it. Wonders what she’ll think about it if she does.

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Three's A Charm... Or Is It?

Hey guys, I feel like it’s been forever since I actually posted a one shot on this tumblr. I always just share vines or Instagram posts. 😂 I’m so sorry. I have a wattpad so if you would like to go there and follow me, it’s biersackayyy. Just like my Instagram and Twitter. But anyways here’s the one shot. I wrote it about myself, but you can replace my name with (y/n).

“You’re such a f*ucking asshole!” I screamed at my boyfriend as I yanked the door open to the coffee shop. I was livid. He stepped in front of me and shut it before I could walk in. He had been texting his ex girlfriend again. It made me absolutely furious.
“Babe, come on. I’m sorry, she just wanted to know what I was up to is all.” I shoved his chest.
“Leave me alone! Don’t talk to me. If you really loved me you wouldn’t be talking to her! Now let me go in.” I growled. I did not have time for his silly little games. He was immature and constantly played with my head.
“Baby. Stop.” He whined. I rolled my eyes in disgust.
“Just go Jason.” I said through my teeth.
“But I drove you here!” He whined again.
“Just go!” I growled. “I don’t want to see your f*ucking face!” He sighed in defeat. This was the last and final straw. I wasn’t going to let him do this to me again. He cheated on me with the same girl a few months ago, and like the naive idiot I was, I took him back, thinking he would change. I pushed passed him, and yanked the coffee shop door open once again. I immediately noticed one of the tables crowded by a group of interesting looking men. All five pairs of eyes were glued to me, and I suddenly felt very embarrassed. My cheeks flushed hot and I walked passed them as quickly as I could to wait in line. They probably just witnessed me fighting with Jason. I sneakily looked over my shoulder at the table they were sitting at. They’ve moved on from gawking at me and were now having a conversation amongst themselves. The one stood out the most to me. He had messy black hair, high cheekbones, a slightly round chin, and an extremely defined jawbone. His lips were plump and pink and his nose was pierced on the right side. A single silver hoop hang from it. What I noticed most about everything was his striking blue eyes. Even from where I was standing and sneakily grabbing peeks of the beautiful boy, I could see them. They were so blue, that they were almost silver-like. He was wearing a leather jacket, a black t-shirt underneath and black jeans. I could tell he had a few tattoos on his neck, but that was about it.
“Ma'am can I take your order?” I was instantly snapped out of my thoughts and startled when the young girl behind the counter spoke.
“Uh-um can I just get a large coffee with three cream and three sugar please?” I said, feeling my pockets for my card. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and he was so tall compared to my small five feet. I came up to just about his armpit. I was mesmerized when he spoke. His voice was so deep and had a little rasp to it. He reached passed me and handed the girl behind the counter a credit card.
“I got it.” He said. I was completely flabbergasted.
“A-are you sure?” I asked the beautiful boy. He chuckled.
“Yes, I’m sure. A $3 coffee is not going to break my bank.” He chuckled, as the girl behind the counter handed his card back.
“Thank you.” I said, nervously.
“I, uh saw what happened out there earlier. Are you okay miss…?” He was trying to get my name I realized.
“Uh Racheal, my name is Racheal.” He smiled warmly and offered me his hand. I shook it. Weird. I thought.
“I’m Andy.” The way he said his name was even attractive. This man was gorgeous.
“I’m okay, he’s just an asshole.” I said, sighing.
“Is he your boyfriend or something?” He asked.
“Was.” I said, giving the word emphasis.
“Oh.” Andy said, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. The girl behind the counter handed me my coffee.
“Thank you.” I said smiling.
“Come sit with me.” Andy offered, gesturing towards a booth by the wall. “They won’t mind if we sit by ourselves.” He said lowly. I glanced at them. They were all gawking at us. I felt embarrassed once more.
“Okay.” I said. Andy lead us to a booth by the window. It was starting to snow.
“Tell me what he did.” Andy spoke.
“He’s just been extremely shady. He’s been talking to his ex girlfriend behind my back. He cheated on me with her at least twice that I know of, but silly me, I just keep taking him back, hoping he’s going to change. I’m so sick of his shit.” I could feel tears start to threaten their way out of my eyes.
“I’ve been in that type of situation before. My last girlfriend cheated on me constantly. I put up with it for five years, because I also thought she would change. I’m in a band, I tour constantly. I’m out on the road for six to nine months at a time. I could have had any girl I wanted as a one night stand, I could have so easily cheated on her and she would never find out about it, but I never did because I loved her. Obviously she didn’t love me at all. The entire time I was out on the road, it was guy after guy and I only found out because I set up a camera in our room. I was suspicious. I didn’t want my heart broken and I wanted the truth. She had sex with four different men in two nights while I was away. Could you imagine how pissed off I was?” He had a pained look in his eyes, and the color was starting to fade to a dull gray. He was truly heart broken. I just met this man, but yet he was so easy to talk to and open up with.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. I never caught Jason in the act. He straight up told me. I was dumb enough to just be like, ‘well it means a lot to me that you were so honest. Promise you won’t do it again.’ And he promised and promised and promised and just played head game after head game, after head game. When am I ever going to learn?” I could feel the tears threaten once more to spill over.
“A beautiful girl like you doesn’t deserve that at all. I see he drove you here. Do you have a ride home?” I suddenly felt embarrassed once more. I was twenty-three and I didn’t have my own car.
“No, I-I don’t have a car.” Andy chuckled, making my cheeks flush again.
“You’re cute when you do that.” He giggled, making them flush even redder and I covered my face with my hands. He reached across the table and pulled them away from my face. His hands were so soft, but the tips of his fingers were ice cold.
“Your face is far too pretty to cover with your hands.” I then noticed he still had ahold of my hands, resting them on the table. I then smiled genuinely, for the first time in a really long time.
“Come on, let me take you home.” My heart was flip flopping in my chest. He was so gorgeous, and he was incredibly sweet.

He explained to his friends that we were leaving, and they all chuckled and made perverted jokes and what not and it made me blush again. I didn’t want them to think that that was the type of girl I was. I assumed the group of gentlemen was Andy’s band. They all had long hair and tattoos. They seemed polite enough though. They were just being typical men.
Andy had a nice, black, sleek car. It had two doors, and the windows were tinted black as well. It was a Dodge Challenger. He opened the passenger side door for me. I was actually really grateful for such the small gesture of kindness.
“Thank you.” I said, as I slid into the seat.
“You’re welcome beautiful.” He said, making my heart race. He shut the door and I fastened my seatbelt, taking a sip of my coffee and putting it in the cup holder. He got in the driver’s side, turning he car on and flipping on the heater. He opened his center console and was digging for something. He first pulled out a CD, and then a pack of cigarettes. I noticed the cover had a demon like creature on the front, fangs bared and drool dripping from the teeth. There was some kind of star symbol clenched in its claws and the name above it said 'Black Veil Brides.’ He handed it to me.
“This is my band. You should check us out.” He said with a smirk. I flipped the CD over in my hands and I recognized him immediately in the center. He was flanked on either side by the same guys that were in the coffee shop. I was right. I opened the cover and took the CD out.
“Can we play it now?” I asked, eagerly. He smiled and took the CD from me, feeding it into the slot on his dashboard. He took a cigarette from his pack and lit it. He offered the pack to me and I gladly took one.
“Here.” He said, leaning towards me. I placed the cigarette between my lips and he lit it for me. The opening guitar chords started playing through the speakers. I took a drag off my cig and blew the smoke out of my nose. He put his car in reverse and we pulled out onto the road. As soon as the lyrics to words floated through my ears, I realized that Andy was the singer. His singing voice differed from his talking voice, but I loved the way he sang. I loved the low growls he sometimes used as he finished off a word. I would say his singing voice was just as sexy as his talking voice. I pointed him in the direction of which road to take.

He pulled into my driveway.
“Would you like to come in?” I asked, pushing the eject button on his CD player and pulling the CD out and carefully placing it back into the case. I grabbed my coffee and unbuckled my seat belt.
“Um, sure.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips and we both exited the vehicle. I stepped onto the sidewalk leading to my steps and I immediately started to slip on the ice. I felt Andy’s hand grab my elbow before I could actually fall and spill scolding hot coffee all over myself and him. I was so clumsy and now I was more embarrassed than all the times I was embarrassed today. Andy chuckled a bit.
“Are you okay Rach?” He asked. I took a deep breath in.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I said going up my steps. I pulled my key out my jacket pocket and unlocked the door. My cat, Jasper welcomed me with a warm meow and leg rub. He was an all gray cat with white paws.
“I love cats.” Andy said, coming into my home. He squatted down and let Jasper sniff his hand. Jasper nudged his head into Andy’s hand asking to be pet. Andy gave him a gentle scratch behind his ears and Jasper shook his head. Andy stood back up and looked down as Jasper rubbed himself up against his leg, his tail stretched upward. He was purring.
“His name is Jasper.” I said, smiling admiring my furry little friend.
“Have a seat.” I said, gesturing to my couch. I was a terrible host. I hardly ever had people over.
“Would you like something to drink?” I asked, as Jasper leapt onto the couch and made himself cozy in Andy’s lap.
“No, I’m fine thank you. Sit down here with me, relax. Let’s just talk. I want to get to know you better.” Andy said, stroking Jasper’s fur. Jasper wrapped his tail around his body and began to purr contently, closing his emerald green eyes and enjoying the attention. I sat next to Andy.
“What kind of music do you like Racheal?” He asked. I loved the way he said my name. I found it very attractive.
“I like a little bit of everything.” I admitted. “But my favorite genre is definitely classic rock. Kiss is one of my all time favorite bands.” Andy’s eyes lit up.
“I grew up listening to Kiss, and I still do on occasion.”
“I love them. My father was in a cover band when I was a child. Sadly, he’s no longer with us.” I said sadly, looking down at my lap.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” He said, putting a hand gently on my knee, causing my heart rate to freak out.
“Tell me about you.” I said, switching positions so that I was sitting cross legged, facing him.
“Well, like I said I’m in a band. That’s what takes up the majority of my time. I’m originally from Cincinnati, but I live in L.A. now.” My eyes lit up when he said Cincinatti.
“You’re from Ohio too?” I asked. He nodded his head.
“I’m from Ashtabula. I know that’s far from Cincinnati, but that’s cool that you’re a Ohio native. Bengals fan I assume?” He chuckled and nodded his head.
“I’m assuming you’re a Browns fan?” I shook my head in disgust.
“Hell no, Pittsburgh Steelers all the way.” He chuckled and shook his head.
“Nooo. That’s not good at all.” I chuckled this time.
“Actually what brings you to my small, Pennsylvania town?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. He cleared his throat.
“My band and I were headed to Pittsburgh when our tour bus broke down on I-79. We were really close to this town called Meadville, and we thought we would stop in and check it out. Not many kids around here know who Black Veil Brides are do they?” He asked, with a smile. His subtle cockiness was kind of adorable to be honest. I shook my head.
“I didn’t even know who you were…” I playfully whispered. He chuckled. I really liked him. He was so easy to talk to.
“If your tour bus was broken down, how is your car here?” He laughed. “I always bring my car. I sometimes prefer to follow the bus to wherever we’re going in my car. If I’m not driving it, one of the other guys are.”
“So how are they going to get home?”
“You’re full of questions aren’t you?” He asked playfully. I giggled. He seemed to make me giggle a lot. “They’ll call a cab and stay at a hotel. You’re so cute when you laugh.” I blushed again and covered my face. He scooted closer to me, causing Jasper to jump onto the floor and stretch out, sauntering away with his tail outstretched in the air. He pulled my hands away from my face.
“Don’t cover your face beautiful, I like looking into your gorgeous green eyes. The color is extremely fascinating to me.” He cupped my chin with his hand, and he slowly pulled my face to his. We were just centimeters away, about to lock lips for the first time. How badly did I want to feel his plump lips pressed against mine. We were both startled right out of our skin when Jason opened my front door. I immediately jumped to my feet.
“Who the hell is this?!” He asked jealously. Andy stood up next to me, putting a protective grip on my arm.
“Go Jason, get out!” I yelled at him.
“No, this is my place too and you’re sitting on this couch about to make out with some guy?!” He yelled.
“Get the f*uck out now.” I said, shoving his chest. He balled his hands into fist at his sides and stepped towards me, I was shocked when I felt two hands push me out of the way.
“Don’t you dare lay a hand on her!” I heard Andy growl. Jason took a step backwards.
“She wants you to leave. Now, get your things and leave. Her and I have some business to do.” I just stood there, completely shocked. Jason and Andy were at a stand off. The air was thick of tension and testosterone. Jason angrily pushed passed me and went into what used to be our room, slamming the door shut, causing me to jump. He came out a few moments later with some bags of clothes.
“I’m staying with Nicky.” He taunted me. Nicky was his ex girlfriend.
“That’s perfectly okay with me. Go have fun with your little slut. Remember you’re throwing away a good girl for a piece of trash.” I taunted him sarcastically. Jason scoffed and angrily left, practically slamming my front door right off the hinges.
“I’m so sorry Andy.” I said after Jason left. I secretly hoped he slipped on the icy sidewalk. Andy started to make his way over to me quickly, he grabbed onto my shoulders, and locked his lips onto mine. I was taken aback just a bit but then I started to kiss him back. His tongue played at my lips, begging for entrance and I allowed it. He began massaging my tongue with his. His hand slid up to the back of my neck and then tangled into my hair. He was such a good kisser. I couldn’t get enough. I just wanted to keep kissing him forever. He broke our kissing and started at my neck. I moaned sweetly, letting him know I thoroughly enjoyed him doing that. He wrapped my arms around his neck and hoisted me up by my waist, I instinctively put my legs around his waist and he began carrying me down my hallway. He opened my bedroom door and tossed me on my bed. He crawled on top of me, placing his hands on either side of my head and bending his neck down, locking lips with me again. I wasn’t usually the type of girl to hook up with a stranger, but there was something so different about Andy. He started in at my neck again, and then kissed across my collarbones and then our lips were tangled together once more. He broke the kissing to whisper something in my ear. His breath was heavy, and it tickled my earlobe.
“Do you want to?” He whispered, then nibbled my ear gently. Sex. Sex sounded so heavenly right now. I haven’t had it in about three months because I couldn’t trust Jason and I didn’t want him having sex with me if he was cheating on me.
“Yes.” I practically moaned.
“Good, because I want you.” He moaned into my ear, causing me to break out into shivers. He started kissing me again, pushing my thighs apart so he could lay on top of me better. He shrugged out of his leather jacket. I then noticed his arms were all also tattooed. The left one having an entire sleeve of ink down to his wrist. He worked his way down my body. Slowly sliding my shirt up, licking me from where my pants started to my belly button, and then trailed kisses up my tummy as he slid my shirt up even farther, up over my breasts and then off my head.
“Wait, wait…” I said, briefly interrupting him. “I don’t even know your last name.” He chuckled.
“Biersack.” He said.
“What’s yours?” He asked, fiddling with my bra. It clasped in the front.
I placed my hand over his, causing him to look at me.
“Goodman.” I said. He grinned and pecked my lips.
“Now that we’re fully acquainted, can we get back to business?” We both chuckled. I nodded my head. He unclasped my bra and I shrugged out of it, tossing it on the floor. He kissed in between them. His hair fell from its place and danced softly against my bare skin, tickling it as he kissed across my chest. He gently pulled a nipple into his mouth as he squeezed my other breast gently. I groaned in response. He switched and did the same thing to the other breast. He got up, breaking contact and that’s when I noticed I was practically out of breath. He pulled his shirt up over his head and started to unbutton his pants. He was now in his boxers and I could see the delicious outline of his manhood. He was definitely ready to go, but he was taking his time with me. Something told me deep down inside that gentle sex was NOT his thing, but he was being a gentlemen for me right now.
“Lay this way.” He said, motioning with his finger. I moved so that my head was on the pillows and he walked to the foot of my bed. He even had tattoos on his chest. A heart with a dragonfly on the right side and then some kind of lettering on the left. He climbed into my bed. He undid the button to my jeans and began to slide them off my legs. Thank god I was wearing a cute pair of undies today. They were just black boy shorts. Nothing fancy. Andy’s tongue played at the top of my panties. He was kissing my lower belly again. It honestly drove me completely wild. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and began to slide them down my hips. He slid them all the way down and reached down a bit to get them off my feet.
“Have you ever had a guy eat your p*ussy?” He asked, running his finger up my slit and just barely grazing my most sensitive part.
“Yes, but no one has ever done it good enough.” A devilish smile played on his lips.
“Really…? Because all I wanna do is taste you.” He said, opening my thighs even more. His head descended in between my legs. He kissed each of my inner thighs gently, teasing me. He put his arms under my knees and pulled my hips to the edge of the bed where he knelt down on the floor. His tongue ran up my slit, causing me to gasp and then moan softly as it flicked gently across my most sensitive area. It didn’t take him long to get me to the very edge.
“Ugh, yes Andy, right there… Don’t stop… Keep going…” I moaned. He grabbed my hips harder, keeping me in place. I was so close… I was teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss. My orgasm hit in a tidal wave, washing over me wave after wave after wave. He didn’t take his mouth off me until I was completely done. My entire body was now shaking, and I felt sedated. He worked his way back up my body. He must have taken his boxers off while I was previously preoccupied…
He got in between my thighs and placed his tip at my entrance, running it up my slit. He nipped at my neck, nibbling it gently.
“It’s not going to take me long to bust baby. You’ve got me so worked up, and it’s been so long since I’ve been physical with anyone.” He whispered against my ear. He started to push himself into me, inching it slowly inside. I was surprised by how thick he was. He stretched me nicely.
“Mmm, you’re so tight. How many people have you been with?”
“Just two.” I moaned as he began moving slowly in and out.
“I’m your third?” He asked. I nodded.
“Three’s a charm honey.” He groaned as his movements became quicker.
“I’m so close already, and you’re so tight. I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to bust.” His d*ick felt so good, I didn’t want him to stop. He buried his head into my neck, while resting his left arm across my chest and tangling his fingers in my hair.
“I’m gonna c*um.” He groaned against my neck, he quickly pulled out and rubbed himself until he came in spurts on my belly, moaning lightly under his breath. The liquid was hot and sticky on my skin. I laid there trying to catch my breath. He wondered off to my bathroom, which was attached to my room. I heard him run the water and then he came back out with a damp wash rag. He cleaned me off and then himself off. He reached for his pants.
“Wait, don’t go…” I said, “come here, cuddle with me. Lay in this bed with me.” He grinned, and put his boxers back on and handed me my panties and my shirt.

We just laid there for hours, my head on his chest and him tracing lines into my arm with his fingers as we talked about everything and anything.
“Racheal, I really like you a lot. I would like to give you my number. We should talk more, and get to know each other some more.” He placed his lips against my forehead gently. They were so incredibly soft.
“Okay.” I said quietly, suddenly sad that it sounded like he was leaving.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I don’t want you to go yet.” I admitted. He chuckled.
“Well what if I don’t want to go yet? What if I wanted to stay here all night?” He ran his hand down my back.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful plan.” He hooked his hand under my chin once more and we locked lips again.

Six Weeks Later
Andy and I were talking sparely ever since he left the next day after our little tryst. I understood though, he was busy with touring and not to mention he did just get out of a five year long relationship. He wasn’t quite ready for a fully committed relationship just yet. We both agreed to not see other people though. He promised he would come back for me. That all made me warm and fuzzy, but I was actually in a sheer panic. My period was late, by more than a few days. I started weighing the odds in my head. We didn’t use a condom, but he pulled out, but I’m not on any type of birth control. I didn’t want to freak him out by telling him I think I might be pregnant. I also felt extremely guilty. I couldn’t be having his baby right now. He’s in the middle of his career. This baby would put that on hold. I toyed around with the idea of not telling him and just cutting him off and never speaking to him again, but I couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing him again.

Over the next week my period still hadn’t shown up. I had horrible nausea. Even just the smell of certain foods made me run to the bathroom and throw up everything I ate for lunch. My breasts hurt and if I wasn’t mistaken, they looked a little bigger. F*uck. He’s going to kill me. It’s that simple. I decided to be brave. I was going to walk down to the nearest drug store and buy a test. I felt as if I was going to have a full on panic attack walking into that Rite Aid. I decided to buy an expensive digital one that came with two in a box. I practically ran back home. I wanted to know, but I was also completely terrified. Would Andy want me to have the baby? Would he want me to put it up for adoption? I knew he wasn’t the type to suggest the other thing and I was completely against it for myself. I opened the box and took the test out, I held it up in front of my face. This little plastic stick was going to determine if my life was about to drastically change. I took a deep breath and stuck the test between my legs while I peed. I replaced the cap, sat it on the corner of the sink and washed my hands. Jasper nudged his way into the bathroom and lovingly rubbed against my legs, purring. He let out a soft meow.
“Mom?” It almost seemed like was asking me.
The test beeped and I jumped. It was ready for me to look at it. I took a deep breath. I was shaking scared. My knees felt as if they were going to give out. I picked the test up and held it in front of my face. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone knock on the bathroom door.
“Racheal?” It was Andy’s voice. F*uck. What was he doing here? I hid the box and put the test in my back pocket and I opened the door.
“Hey what are you doing here?” I asked nervously, giving him a hug. He kissed my lips, and I gratefully kissed him back.
“I came to surprise you.” He said with a grin.
“We need to talk.” I said, grabbing his hand. His face fell. He looked sad and I felt terrible. I took him into the living room and we sat on the couch.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asked. I was happy and just completely thankful that he was here so we could have this conversation in person.
“I missed my period Andy.” I said quietly. He looked at me confused for a moment.
“Oh?” He asked, “do you think that you might be…?” I pulled the test out of my pocket. I still haven’t even looked at it yet.
“Oh. That’s what you were doing in the bathroom.” He said, when he saw it in my hands.
“I haven’t even looked at it yet.” I felt like I wanted to burst into a sea of tears. He pulled me in to cuddle into his chest.
“We’ll look at it together, in 3… 2… 1….” He counted down and then we flipped the test over to look at it together. I gasped.
“Oh my god…” He whispered. There it was in small black letters, printed clear as day.
My breath hitched into my throat. I wanted to cry, I wanted to celebrate, I wanted to scream… I had all these emotions and didn’t know what to do with them. I started to break down. Andy rubbed my back.
“Don’t cry baby. I’m not mad if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I ruined your life.” I sobbed into his chest.
“Racheal, what? You did not ruin my life… You’re making my life better.” He hooked his fingers under my chin. “You’re eyes get a darker, more richer shade of green when you cry.” He kissed my lips.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry.”
“What are we going to do?” I said sniffling.
“We’re going to have a baby.” Andy said, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way. Pack your bags honey, you’re coming with me.” I looked at him as if he was some type of new life form.
“What?” He asked.
“Are you sure?” I asked him.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re gorgeous, amazing, funny, and now you have my kid in there. Of course I’m sure.” I blinked slowly at him, letting this all just slowly register in my brain. I sniffled again.
“Well okay. Will you help me pack?” I asked. He chuckled.
“Of course.” We talked about a lot as he helped me pack my clothes into suitcases.
“First things first, tomorrow we need to call a doctor as soon as we land in L.A. You need an ultra sound. Also you’re going to need prenatal vitamins.” I could already tell he was going to be such a good daddy. He handled it way better than I thought he ever would and to think that we bumped into each other at a coffee shop on a completely random whim. I put Jasper into his cat carrier with a blanket and his favorite mouse toy. I was actually kind of excited to enjoy my life with Mr. Biersack.

A Cat, a Fox, and a Bee walk into a Bakery 33

“Vixy?  Queenie?  What are…” Chat paused, staring at his teammates, who were sitting on a rooftop and cheering Akuma-Marinette on.

“Hey Chat.” Vixen glanced over, and grinned at the red and black-spotted figure with him.  “Hey Nino, you look good.”

“It’s Scarabee right now,” He replied, glancing nervously at where Akuma-Marinette had tied up six civilian males and was hanging them upside down from a lamp post.  She appeared to be talking, the tip of her spear slowly moving back and forth a foot or so in front of their faces as she circled them.

Oddly, she had two large ravens sitting on her shoulder, which were eyeing the men hungrily.

“She’s calling herself Valkyrie, so I’m thinking a Norse theme.  She used a couple bolts from the spear to turn two pigeons into the ravens, which she’s calling Huginn and Muninn.  Which, those are supposed to be Odin’s thing, not a valkyrie’s, but…” Vixen trailed off with a shrug.

“But Hawkmoth doesn’t really know his mythology that well,” Chat finished.  “Which we learned from The Pharaoh.” He sighed.  “And just great, more birds.”

“It also means that we should probably expect basically anything Norse-themed to be thrown our way,” Vixen added.  “And I for one don’t want to be fighting The Midgard Serpent or a giant wolf or three tonight.”

“Tikki said before Nino transformed that the akuma is in her spear, so at least we know that.  So, why, um…” Chat gestured at the six civilians being menaced by Valkyrie.

“Recognize them?  You should, they’re the ones that were harassing us on that one date,” Queen Bee growled.

Chat started, taking a closer look.  Yeah, that was them.

“… We think that they attacked Marinette and that’s what got her akumatized,” Vixen added solemnly.  “At least from what Valkyrie said earlier.”

“So, we’re not exactly in a hurry to help,” Queen Bee finished.  “She’s mostly just lecturing them anyways.”

“Um, guys?” Scarabee squeaked, gesturing at Valkyrie, who had just pointed her spear at something and shot a beam at it.

Chat guessed that maybe it had been a rat originally, but the rapidly growing creature quickly shed fur and limbs, turning long and sleek and scaled.

And big.

The giant snake reared up, dwarfing even the ancient Titanoboa as it loomed, scales dark under the street lamps as it flickered its tongue in and out, easily twenty-five meters long, if not more.

“Jormungandr, show them what happens to those who prey on the defenseless!” Valkyrie ordered.

“Okay, Vixen, you are no longer allowed to potentially give her ideas!” Chat gasped, gripping his staff as the giant serpent opened its maw and hissed, revealing rows of long, needle-sharp teeth, the front fangs dripping pale venom.  “Queenie, distract Valkyrie!  Vixen, see if you can confuse the snake!  Scarabee, stay here.  I’m going to try to get that spear.”

His teammates nodded, Vixen pulling out her flute as Queen Bee spread her wings, taking off and shooting straight at Valkyrie, orange smoke trailing after her as Vixen began to play.

Chat swallowed hard, gave Scarabee’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, then bounded off after Valkyrie, who had just taken off chasing Queen Bee.

‘Please, Marinette.  Please be okay in there.  We’re coming to help you.’


Raphael was furious, he stormed away from you, leaving you alone among the other vampires. Despite knowing, they wouldn’t dare touch you it was still alarming to be outnumbered by the Downworlders.


“You let her go.” Raphael spat at you as he stormed to the rooms at the top of the hotel that were normally kept for meetings.


“Not me, the Clave let her go.” You yelped when he appeared in front of you, his fangs bared with frustration as he backed you against the door frame you’d been stood next to.

“Oh don’t give me that crap (Y/N), you were there so you could have objected.” He hissed. Instinct kicked in and you shoved his chest causing him to hurtle backwards.

“No I couldn’t, we’re already in enough trouble with the Clave and I couldn’t add to that by admitting the Lightwoods most disappointing trainee has a thing for the leader of the New York vampires.” You snapped at him.

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Hot Dog (Ordinary Heroes AU Snippet)

During Lightning’s pregnancy she developed a very unusual craving. While she’d been journeying across the world as a teenager en route to becoming a pokemon master, she’d stopped at a small hot dog stand in the middle of nowhere. The hot dogs she’d eaten there had been the best she’d ever had.

Now that she was pregnant, she found herself wanting to eat some every couple of days. 

There was just one problem.

The hot dog stand was on another continent.

Enter Bahamut.

Bahamut was a dragonite. No. He was the dragonite. There had never been a dragonite stronger than him, nor had there ever been a dragonite faster than him. And as Fang’s loyal pokemon and stalwart supporter, he knew exactly what to do.

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Bill had been running the hot dog stand in the small, out of the way town for the better part of forty years now. He didn’t make a lot of money, just enough to get by and set a little bit extra aside each month, but he loved doing it. He must have been doing something right, though, because at least a couple of times a week he had people come by from out of town to try a hot dog. Lately, he’d even been getting someone from even further out.

He looked up as a crack of thunder roared through the sky. A familiar blur of black and purple shot through the sky like a meteor before coming in to land in front of the stand.

“Oh, it’s you again.” Bill’s wrinkled features creased into a smile. “Back for some more hot dogs, eh, Bahamut?”

The mighty dragonite nodded his agreement and reached into the satchel at his side for the appropriate amount of money. 

“Just wait a couple of minutes. I’ve got a fresh batch coming up.”

Bahamut nodded again and looked around. There were a few customers staring at him, and even a pair of kids who appeared to be pokemon trainers. He gave them a warm smile, and they gaped before rushing over. He was famous all over the world as the mightiest of dragonites, and he’d recently competed in a tournament with Fang and some of her other pokemon. It had been an invitational tournament pitting former world champions, gym leaders, and other prominent trainers against each other in a round-robin style league.

Fang had won the whole thing, going 14-0. As usual, Bahamut had served as the anchor for her team, and although he’d only fought seven times, those seven victories had been absolutely devastating. Four had been over fairy types, two had been over an ice types, and one had been against another dragon type. He snorted. He wasn’t planning on losing any time soon, and certainly not to another dragon type.

Bahamut humoured the kids, answering their questions and even using his claws to give them an autograph of sorts. He also posed for a few pictures. One of the kids even had a dratini, so Bahamut offered the younger pokemon some tips as well. At the same time, he wondered if he’d have a chance to do something like this with the child Lightning and Fang were having. It would certainly be a rewarding experience.

Fang had found him when she’d been a kid, and he’d only recently hatched. His odd colouring had made him an easy target until he’d finally grown big and strong enough to defend himself. And then he’d just kept getting bigger and stronger until there really weren’t many pokemon at all who could give him a challenge. 

“Here you go!” Bill said, coming back with several carefully wrapped hot dogs. “Now, be careful with those, okay? I know how fast you can fly, but you might ruin them if you go too fast.”

Bahamut had thought of that after almost destroying the hot dogs on his previous flight. He had asked Vanille, Fang’s sister and the world’s leading professor, to come up with a solution. She had designed a special hot dog carrier that would keep them warm and unharmed, no matter how quickly he flew. He offered the carrier to Bill.

“Oh? Not bad.” Bill put the hot dogs in the carrier and handed it back to Bahamut. “Well, now, take care. See you tomorrow?”

Bahamut made a noncommittal sound. It was hard to tell with Lightning sometimes. He tucked the carrier back into his satchel and then took to the air again. A single mighty beat of his wings launched him skyward, and there was another crack of thunder as he accelerated past the sound barrier.

A normal dragonite in fighting shape topped out at about 1500 miles per hour in the air. Bahamut could do that without even trying. He’d never had his top speed measured, but he knew for a fact he could do at least double that if he pushed himself.

He grinned and upped his speed, the world rushing past.

Flying was the best.

X     X     X

Fang glanced up as a familiar form rocketed toward the ranch. Her lips curved up into a smirk. She’d been forced to get special aviation clearance for Bahamut after he’d been spotted putting fighter planes to shame. The winged pokemon banked once to burn off some speed and then landed on the front lawn.

“Thanks, buddy,” Fang murmured as Bahamut carefully handed her the carrier full of hot dogs. “You have no idea how much this helps.” She lowered her voice. Lightning’s hearing had seemingly gotten keener during her pregnancy. “She’s been glaring at everyone all day while muttering about hot dogs.”

Bahamut gave a low rumble of amusement.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You can always fly away if she gets mad. Me? I’ve got to stick it out.”

Fang ignored her pokemon’s chuckle and turned back to the house, raising her voice again. “Lightning!” she shouted. “Bahamut just got back with some hot dogs!”

The answering cry of delight was music to Fang’s ears.

Twilight Fantasies

Genre: Angst / Smut-ish

Members: Reader x Mark (got7)

Song base : Lithium by Evanescence 

Part II

You made your way through the crowd of people on the dance floor. Your body shaking from the vibrations as the speakers boomed with sound. A deep bass pulsating through your veins as your feet touched the ground. Step after step you walk close to the stage where the band you loved performed. A clash of punk and alternative music, you found yourself lost in the sound. After your parents died you submerged yourself in the only thing you had left… your music. Your now ex-boyfriend had always made you feel less then what you are worth and you’ve had enough. Moments before stepping into the club, you released yourself from the his claws, pushing him and all the memories you didn’t want to exist anymore to the side. This place was eerily familiar to a dream you’ve had many times before. It was always the same. The place crowded with people dancing to music, you on the floor dancing with a mysterious figure, pushing against you. Just as you began to touch yourself you would wake in a cold sweat. Breathing heavy with anticipation of your climax you never reached.

After stepping up to the front of the stage, the crowd dissipated. Sparkles appeared in the air as they traveled towards to the ceiling covered in lights. You turned in confusion, unable to fathom what was happening at the moment, you heard a chime. You turned to face the noise when you saw a mysterious figure lingering in the darkness of the shadows.

“Aren’t you so tired of the noise?” The figure whispered as they began to move towards you, their footsteps leaving a faint echo that resinated in your soul. Frozen, you oblige the question. “Define noise… if you were referring to the music than…” you respond before you were interrupted. 

“I meant the sound of your heart beating….aren’t you tired of the constant pounding it experiences when you reach climax….your peak of existential happiness…your moment of heart wrenching sorrow… aren’t you exhausted of that?”  Only his lower body showing from the shadows, you, feeling defensive, take a step towards him. 

“Why would you ask such a thing?” you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips.

“I have been here before, many times over, only experiencing the things I wanted, feeding off the energy left behind. Probably more then your soul could harbor. Trust me your sorrow is only temporary.” he replied stepping close to you. Now everything from his neck down was exposed and you could only see the oversized bone colored sweater that hung over his body. His hands were pale and fragile, his voice faint but audible in a low hum. Deep in sound, it touched you to your core. 

“How?” you asked 

“Don’t want to let it lay me down this time. Drown my will to fly. Here in the darkness I know myself. Can’t break free until I let it go. Let me go….. aren’t those the words you recite before bed…or have I mistaken you for someone else?” You turn in disbelief, taking another step close to him. 

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice louder than before. 

“I am what I am, a lost soul burning among the ashes left for over thousands of years to suffer among those who have none. I am the barer of both sorrow and happiness, anguish and joy, I am but one of many who can make you feel these things but I am the only one who can guarantee you sustainment. If I show you who I am….you will be accepting the path that lies before you…no turning back….”  

“What is the path?” you ask attempting to take another step towards him. 

“One where I can give you everything your heart desires but you must accept before I can give it to you. The love you want, the burning desire to be touched, ravished by the hands that long to touch you. I need you to accept before I can give you this” he whispers as a bit of his chin becomes visible.

His jawline sharp and distinct, as a vein protruding from his neck and travels slowly up the side of his face, his voice calm. “Do you?” he asked again. Taking a deep breathe you nod. 

“I do..” a light flickered on as he walked out of the shadows. A tall boy with blond hair finally shows his face. He wore a crown on his head that was tilted to the side and his eyes were slightly open, dark and mysterious. 

“ I never liked this light…” he said as he touched the edge of the chandelier with his index finger and thumb. “These crystals were from my mother. She had hand crafted them from diamonds that were found on the beach along the shorelines of Venice many life times ago. I used to admire them quite a bit before her passing.” he smiled. “I know you have lost someone very dear to you. People that you can not get back. Memories that have become faint as time passes…Let me give those back to you…” He extended his hand for you to grab. Soft to the touch you felt his translucent skin brush against your palm.

Pulling you into his arms, he brought you to a wall of mirrors that had been behind him the entire time. You of course did not notice them because you were too busy trying to keep yourself composed. Although you should have been way more worried than you were aroused, you couldn’t help yourself. His words cutting through you like a wave crashing onto the shore. He pushed your back onto the mirror and whispered in your ear, his breath brushing your cartilage. “Look at yourself, I want you to see yourself when I touch you.”  a small smirk appearing. You complied. “Do you like the way it feels when I touch you?” he asked as he grabbed onto your breasts with both hands. Letting out a small gasp he laughed. Continuing to rub on your right nipple he asked again. “How about here?” he said sliding his snake like finger into your now soaked underwear as he stroked your clit. You swallowed hard complying. 

“…yes…” you managed to hum out before he tangled his fingers into your hair and pulling your head back, moving his index and middle fingers in and out of you in a rhythmic pattern. It felt eerily familiar to when you had been alone imagining the man of your fantasies.

You allow him to angle your head just enough for your neck to become visible. “Does this seem familiar to you?” he whispered as he continued to move his hand. 

“..It was you, the man in my dreams….?” you moaned out.

 “I’ve been watching you for some time now, the way you moved, the way you touched yourself… I wanted to feel that desire …do you like the way it feels?” he grinned a little. You could feel his erection pressing against your lower back.  “Darling, I forgive you… After all, Anything is better than to be alone. And in the end I guess I had to fall. Always find my place among the ashes. ” he recited the lyrics as his mouth began to open. You can see his teeth appear in the mirror in front of you, his fangs growing as his eyes became crimson red. Moving his hand in a circular manner, pumping his fingers you could feel the blood in your body begin to pulsate. Just as your climax approached you could feel his lips graze your neck. “Make a wish…” His teeth sunk into you as your core shook and your back arched. Your eyes closed for a brief moment gasping for air as you reached your climax.

When you opened your eyes you no longer stood before the mirror. You were standing in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by a crowd dancing to the music you loved but now you felt different. Sweat beads were forming by your hairline. You glanced at the red door to your left with an exit sign above it, trying to catch your breath, when saw the man with the crown walk towards it as you ran towards him. You pushed people out of your way in hopes of reaching him.

 The image of his eyes burned into your mind, you ran as fast as you could. Just before walking out he turned to you. Giving you a grin and a wink before he disappearing behind the red door as you pushed your way toward him. You opened the door and stepped out, into the rain but there was no one. There was only the sound of cars passing on nearby streets and the falling rain against the pavement. 

As you touched your neck unable to forget the moment you two shared. The only proof of that sensual night you shared with him were two holes that lingered with what seemed like dried blood. At that moment your heart stopped.

Standing in the middle of the wet street. You whisper, “what are you……?” 

Written by Admin Jel 

Edited by Admin Ken