A/N : damn this took AWHILE but I think Iâm happy with how it come out.. a bit self indulgent I suppose? But hell the best things are created with passion right?
Warnings : Implied age gap , a bit of a power imbalance , reader is freaked tf out , Toby is also freaked tf out , virginity loss , underwear stealing , intoxication , blood , NSFW , fem reader , p in v , Toby speaks some German , talk about masturbation , blood used as lube , biting , degration , praise , alcohol , slapping
Kk enjoy
âOhh [Name]â
A voice called out amidst the forest, you quickly whipped your head around to see where it had come from. Behind you was luckily a familiar sight, your mentor Toby.
Toby was the one responsible for you, being the one to train you and monitor your progress as a proxy. Now here he he was, walking up to you with that familiar grin youâd grown to love.
âYâknow youâre not supposed to be out now right? Way past your curfew kiddo.â He reminded you, before reaching down to your pants linking his finger into your belt loop and pulling you along like a pet.
âCmon, Iâm takinâ you back home.â
Your arm snaked itself around his as he dragged you along, quickly speed walking to match his pace. Looking up at him with that adoring little face, a tint of blush on your cheeks. His eyes stayed facing ahead to the direction of your cabin.
âWhatcha you doing out so late anyway?â The brunet asked.
âI.. I couldnât sleep.â You answered honestly, never would you even consider running away. Never would you want to let go of the loving arms of your caretakers, Toby believed that was true.
âMe neither, we can hang out if you want babe.â
Your face turned a brighter shade of red, being called âbabeâ by him. God you were such a loser, itâs just one simple word. Besides Toby probably meant it as a joke, but you couldnât help the way it made your brain melt a little. Or the way you wanted to drool over him and bite down on his arm right now like an animal. You shook your head to shake those thoughts away as you tried to respond.
Toby chuckled softly in response, thank god he was kind enough to excuse that terribly awkward interaction.
âAlright, weâre almost there Schatz.â
âYou still havenât told me what that word means..â
âIâll tell you another day, donât worry boutâ it for now.â
Youâd always had a bit of a problem, that being your wild imagination. Maybe at some point in history it was much more innocent, but over time those fantasies you created had turned much more amorous. On the surface you just wanted everyone to see you as a normal girl, just perfect in every way. Sweet, pretty, innocent and docile. So you believed thatâs how everyone perceived you, no one needed to know the truth about you. Not yet at least.
You and Toby arrived at the cabin, he lead you inside and to his room. Kicking off his boots, you kneeled down to untie yours.
âHey you wanna have some drinks?â Toby asked, you looked up to see him. God you were at perfect dick sucking height right now.
âOh u-uh sure..!!â You nodded before slipping your shoes off, your socked feet meeting the carpet floor. You wonder if Toby likes feet stuff.
Toby momentarily left the room to grab some alchy for you two, so you decided to snoop. You got up and went to his dresser, looking at the miscellaneous items on top. Random rocks, pile of coins, some laundry and dirty dishes. You decided to go through his drawers, starting at the very bottom just to edge yourself, you know cus most people keep their underwear in the top drawer.
You went to the bottom, inside was nothing but a cobweb and spider. You squealed and quickly shut the drawer, hell nah. You slowly opened the second drawer, inside were some clothes, empty cans of pop, nothing all that interesting. In the third drawer was his underwear, your eye fucking twitched as a smile grew on your face. You blushed as you reached for a pair, holding it out to examine it. There were a few holes, it was a light grey colour with a darker grey waist band with the brand name on it. You took a look inside, TOBYS PENIS WAS HERE!! Your hands began to shake as you held the precious item, in the crotch area were a few unidentifiable stains.. Interesting. Was it cum? Something else..?
You flipped the boxers inside out, looking at the area, thinking of Tobyâs cock filling it at some point in time. You brought it closer to your face, an idea struck your mind.
âShould I lick it?â
You stared at his underwear, like you were trying to read the fabrics soul. Your breathing grew heavier, squeezing your thighs together in excitement.
You brought your face closer, and just as you stuck out the tip of your tongue..
â[Name]!â
It was like every bone in your body had turned to jelly, you wobbled around breaking an intense sweat as you quickly shoved the boxers back into the drawer and slammed it shut. You looked towards the door and realized Toby was calling you from down the hallway, THANK GOD.
âY-YEAH..?â You called out, an obvious crack in your shaky voice.
âWould you prefer Jack or bud light?!â He asked.
âJ-JUST BRING JACK..!!â You responded, jumping onto the bed sitting down. Trying to hold still and keep from shaking, Toby entered the room.
âAlright I got the Jack and some shot glasses. Letâs partayyyy~â He sat on the bed and began pouring you a shot, handing you the little glass. You choked down the bitter liquid, truthfully you were more used to things like vodka soda not something as nasty as whiskey. But whatever, you wouldnât dare complain to Toby who was like a GOD.
âKay so I was thinking we could watch some movies, were you thinking more horror or comedy?â He asked grabbing his remote turning on the TV.
âU-uh.. Whatever you want you choose!!â You insisted.
âHmm, alright how boutâ⊠Oooh horrible bosses havenât seen this one in awhile.â
Toby clicked on the movie and let it play, you two talked as the movie played. Luckily you managed to chill out and forget about that close call encounter, you kept having shots, it was like Toby was spoon feeding them to you! He was so kind for pouring them for ya. Till you kinda noticed Toby hasnât had any at all yet..
âUhhhh hey Toby you had any yet?â You asked, slurring your words just a little as you started to feel a nice buzz.
âOh, no I havenât.â Toby poured himself a singular shot and choked it down, coughing a bit afterward. Truthfully you probably drank more than him, mostly because Toby hates the taste of that stuff. Itâs kinda cute how his little face scrunches up and he shudders after tasting just a lil alcohol.
âBlehh.. That is so gross, jeez why does Brian love this shit so much..?â
You sorta tuned him out as your focus was directed onto the TV, you kinda zoned out watching the scene where one of the bosses gets shot.
Toby scooted up next to you, watching the screen as he attempts that one cliche of stretching out his arms to yawn and wrapping one around your shoulder.
This isnât nearly enough to get you off, fuck you just wanted to get to 3rd base so bad already. What was 3rd base again? Whatever you just wanted the base where he dicks you down and fucks you silly.
Jeez that must be the whiskey talking, you couldâve sworn you were more tame about your perversions when you were sober. Eh who cares honestly.
You lazily leaned into Tobyâs touch, resting your head on his chest and looking up at him with your cheek pressed to his pec.
âOh look at you.. What a cute little dumbass.â He teased.
âUgh- Wha? Me?? How am I a dumbass?â You asked as you started a laugh a little thinking this was just some regular banter. What a brat he was, you oughta put him in his place someday.
âYou really dunno?â He asked before poking you in your side, causing you to squirm and giggle.
âHehehe no stop!! That tickles!â
âOh does it now?â He asked poking you a couple more times. You laughed so hard, wiggling around and trying to get away.
âYes yes stoopppppp!! Tobyyyy!!â You squealed in the sweetest girlish voice, tears prickling in your eyes a you laughed.
âOkay Iâll tell you why.â He said leaning in, his face just a few mere inches from yours. âDid you really think it was smart getting wet for a guy you barely know huh? Or letting me get you wasted while no one else is home?â
At that moment, your brain just seemed to stop working. Everything just went on pause, your smile still on your face but no more laughter escapes you. Suddenly you came back to reality.
âHah.. Heh wha..?â You asked.
âYou heard me loud nâ clear schatz, I know yer game.â Toby smirked as he called you out, oh shit why is he smiling
âU-ummmm..â You awkwardly stuttered, not really sure what to say. Eh why deny it? If you die you get killed by a real sexy slasher, maybe youâll have enough time as heâs hacking you to bits to cream your pants as you feel your life slip away.
âSooooo.. Howâd you find out??â
Toby chuckled and placed a hand on your shoulder.
âOkay so first off, you act like a bitch in heat around me. Always doinâ whatever the fuck I say, no matter how ridiculous or dangerous it is. I mean cmonâ [Name] even Iâm smart enough to notice that. But what confirmed it was one day I was gonna come to your room to talk to you.. So I came home but I guess you didnât hear me, cus through the door I heard you jerking off and whimpering my own name!! Or maybe jerking off isnât the right word uhhh.. Rubbing one in? Fingering yourself? Whatever. You were masturbating. Pretending I was the one fuckinâ ya.. Do you realize how creepy that is?â
You could feel your face grow red, your jaw dropped just a little. A sweat broke out on your brow, and suddenly your mouth was dry like a desert.
âU-uh.. I-I.. Toby I..â You couldnât talk, you couldnât make out the words to explain yourself or even apologize. Your voice shook, you tried to back away but Toby grabbed you by your hips and pulled you closer. God you were so close to being on his lap, fuck so close TOO CLOSEEE
âChill, donât have a panic attack before we can get anywhere.â He attempted to calm you down. âTake some deep breathes, and then yer gonna explain to me just what the fuck you were thinking⊠Got that?â
You took a deep inhale through your nose, letting air fill your lungs before exhaling through your mouth. You repeated that once or twice before you spoke up again.
âWhat I was thinking was..â You paused, looking Toby in the eyes just once. His expression remained unreadable, uncharacteristically calm. A small smile on his face as he looked at you with those eyes, right a deep brown void, almost black even. The other on the left above his scar a cloudy icey blue, cataracts were worse in that one. He was staring you down like a predator, waiting for the right moment to claim its prey.
But suddenly, it was like that fear was washing away. You dunno if it was the liquor, or if some god had randomly granted you the gift of confidence. But something apart of you was gnawing at metal bars, a fucked up little piece of you, a part where you soul is painted black. Itâs breaking free, itâs coming undone.
You were the one to pounce, your hands gripping Tobyâs shoulders for dear life. Now on your knees meeting his height as he sat before you, pupils dilated and the smell whiskey wafting from your breathe as you spoke.
âI was thinking how nice itâd be fâyou to quit teasing me and give me what I fuckinâ want. You knew what you were doing.. This is your problem now TOBIAS. Fuckinâ Hell canât you see..? This is all you should want, I got it all right here..â You said as your hand went down between your legs, palming your crotch through your bottoms. âOh god you donât even know Toby.. Ah.. Shit Iâd let you do to me, I had sâmuch time to think about it.. You and I were meant to be. Iâll be your creep your freak, your slave your stalker, a victim the perpetrator.. Iâll play the part for you baby.. Anything Toby, but you gotta let me in.â Your other hand moved from his shoulder to his jaw, holding his face in your hand as you blatantly touched yourself right in front of him.
Tobyâs eyes were widened, he stared at you as blush grew on his face tinting his cute little nose and cheeks a coral like red.
Toby took a quick breathe in and grabbed your wrist peeling it off him, he then pushed you off your knees. Making you land on your butt, now Toby was looking down on you. That smile was back.
âOh mein frau.. You poor thing.â He cooed to you as he took your hand, the same on you were just touching yourself with. Holding it as he kissed your knuckles, looking you in the eyes as he did so.
âH-huh..â You stuttered all confused.
Then Toby grabbed your wrist, the grip hurting like a bitch as he yanked you closer. Before you could even process it his other hand was raised, he then slapped you right across the face. A sharp sting making your cheek bloom red.
âTch.. Hah.. Hahhahah.. HAHAH oh shit!! Look at you! God that face, thatâs really somethinâ Iâll tell ya..â He chortled at the dumbfounded expression you made.
âCouldnât believe it, thought you were so innocent when you first came. What a dumbass I am for feeling bad for ya, knew it was fucked up to wanna take yer innocence. You seemed like such a docile, good girl.. Always the quiet ones ainât it?â Toby then pulled you onto his lap, hands under your arm pits manhandling you like a child.
âI wasnât gonna really do it of course, Iâm not that fucked up..â He said, his forehead leaning against yours as his hand moved to you waist. Feeling the curve of your spine as you only let him get closer and closer.
âBut when I found out, oh that the sweet little rookie was really a depraved perv, damn that was.. God that was honestly really fuckinâ sexy I wonât lie.â Toby rested his head on your shoulder, he kept whispering in your ear.
âIâve been thinkinâ bout it lots but it never seemed like the right time to make a move.. Yâknow Iâm not patient but you Mein schatz are absolutely worth it..â He inhaled, burying his nose into your hair. Breathing in your scent he found oh so aromatic and letting out a shaky exhale. âFuck all those times I considered just breaking down yer door.. Spreading those pretty legs and taking whatâs mine, devouring your cunt.. Watching the sweetest proxy turn into my perfect whore.â Toby licked his lips then nibbled on your earlobe, just a little too hard. But you didnât stop him, god you never wanted this to end. You were honestly soaking down there, god the things he does to you..
âCome nâ take it..â You said before pulling away from his loving embrace, falling backwards onto the mattress. âWantâcha to prove all that shit youâre spewing.. If itâs really true come nâ give it to me.â
Toby took in the sight before him, you sprawled out like a banquet, he could just eat you up. Not tonight, maybe another time.
âFuck.. [Name] you donât make it hard do you..?â He said before grabbing your wrists, pinning you down and straddling you. Pressing his weight down on your stomach, he brought his head down to your level. Finally bringing his lips to yours, the chapped skin kissing you oh so tenderly. Toby couldnât help but drool on you, licking your mouth before letting his tongue dive into the warm cavity. You moaned into the kiss, or whatever this was. Your tongues meeting muscles rubbing against each other, tasting his spit, him tasting yours. As you two made out Toby adjusted his position, no longer sitting on you but laying on top of you. His groin pressed up against yours, through the fabric of his jeans you could feel something hard pressing up and rubbing itself between your thighs. Bucking your hips up as Toby was starting to full on hump into your clothed crotch, you opened up your legs just a little for easier access which Toby greatly appreciated.
âMghh.. Verdammt..â He cursed as he kept tonguing you, now rutting between your legs more efficiently. His boner was only fuelling your anticipation, wondering how itâd really feel inside, what did it look like bare..? God you were getting antsy again.
Your hand moved to Tobyâs hair, entangling your fingers through his knotted brunet locks. You pulled his head back suddenly, Toby looked at you all surprised, how cute.
âGoddammit Toby Ion wanna wait anymore..â You complained, your voice rasping just a bit.
Toby laughed at your impatience. âJesus, you never heard of foreplay..? I thought youâd be more grateful Iâd take it slower with you..â
âGrateful? For how much you teased me nâ put me through..? Try this Toby, put your dick in me.â You said before reaching down to grab his boner in your hands, if he could feel pain itâd definitely hurt, you werenât being gentle at all.
âU-ugh.. Fine.. Zickige prinzessin..â He muttered before pulling himself up, back to straddling you this time on your hips. He began unbuckling his belt, undoing and pulling it out its loop. Then Toby suddenly grabbed your hand, bringing it back to his crotch area.
âU-unbutton it for me kleine..â He asked, a hint of a whine in his voice. God how could you say no to him? Speciallyâ when he looked so delicious..
You unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, as the zipper when down his boner poked through his pants. Now separated by the thin layer of fabric his boxers provided, a small wet spot where the tip was forming.
Toby pulled off his jeans, bringing them down to his ankles and pulling them off his feet. He then reached for your shorts, grabbing the waist band and digging his finger underneath to find the straps of your underwear, pulling them both down in one quick motion.
You whined a bit, bottom half now entirely exposed. Your folds glistened with how wet they were, Toby ran a finger through them as if to test the waters making you shudder.
âOh youâre sopping for me.. Needy lilâ thing you are. Now I see why you were rushing..â
Toby then inserted his index and middle finger inside, wet sounds emitting as he easily slid his digits inside.
âNâ youâre self lubricating too, how convenient..â
Schlick schlick schlickâŠ
Those nasty sounds echoed through the room, Tobyâs curled his thin fingers inside you. You started moaning, leaning your hips into his touch.
âAhh.. Ah Toby..â
Toby let out a small laugh at your desperation, pulling out his fingers and carelessly wiping the wetness on your thigh.
âThink youâre ready for me..â
Toby pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. The tip was flushed, a similar colour to how it looked when he blushed. A set of rings ran down his length, a Jacobâs ladder you believed itâs called, and a Prince Albert on the tip. Your eyes widened at the sight, well that ainât something you see everyday.
âWhat? Donât tell me youâre getting scared now..â
âMâ not..â You mumbled rolling your eyes at him.
Tobyâs hands went to your thighs, spreading them apart before pushing them up, hands linked beneath your knees.
He ran his cock along your slit, teasing you just a bit. Feeling the cold metal of his piercings on your vag. Toby then pressed his tip up to your entrance, pushing the head inside.
âMghh..!â
âOh shut up, Iâm barely even touching you.â
Toby continued inserting himself inside, slowly filling you up, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was just the nicest, better than you had imagined.
Toby was now completely inside and bottoming out in you, adjusting a little before moving one of his hands from your leg to your hip. Toby pulled back before slapping his hips forward, thrusting himself back into you.
âGah..!â You mewled, youâd be lying if you said it didnât hurt just a little. Toby just kept going, building up a good pace as he fucked you.
âVerdammt babe youâre so tight.. Ahh..â Toby let out a breathy moan, head reeling back before he looked down again at your cunt. Admiring where you two met, his penis linking your bodies together, till he noticed something.
âFuck thereâs blood..-â Toby paused thinking it was his before you corrected him.
âMmm no.. Mine.. My hymen I think..â You lazily admitted.
âWait-wait your hymen..?â Toby repeated back to you.
âYou were a virgin..? Completely a fucking virgin??â He questioned you.
You nodded before smirking at him.
âYeah, dâwe gotta problem with that, schatz?â You asked, repeating that one word he used in a frustratingly teasing voice.
Now it was his turn to be all dumbfounded, Toby just stared at you, the blood, you again. Then he smiled back.
âThat word..â He begun as he continued thrusting into you.
âSchatz it.. Means.. Ah.. Treasure in German..â Toby was going faster now, skin slapping against each other as he was starting to really plow into you.
âMghh.. We kinda use it l-like.. Like the word darling- O-or sweetheart.. Fuck..â Toby explained to you between his moans and grunts.
You nodded to let him know you understood. âMhm yeah..â You couldnât help but squeeze around him, getting aroused by his mansplaining.
Toby let his hand slide from your hip to your clit, rubbing the tiny mound and laughing as he watched you gasp.
âHah..! T-Toby mmph..! Not there..!â
âN-not.. Where..? Here..?â He teased you so cruelly as he just rubbed harder.
It was a lot for a virgin to take, shocks of pleasure were coming over you like waves. The way his cock filled you up hitting all those nice soft gummy spots inside you and how his fingers felt.. Toby was getting to know your body and how easy it was to manipulate, well you didnât make it hard for him to get into your pants anyway.
âDie perfekte Frau.. Mein gott..â Toby spoke to himself, watching you take his dick so well. Your eyes going half lidded, face flushed and pretty lips separated making those beautiful sounds. âOh fuck Toby..â You called his name, your hands went to the pillows by your side tightly holding onto them for purchase. Twitching and bucking your hips to meet his thrusts and his fingers, a familiar pulsing sensation building up inside you. The same kind as when youâd touch yourself imagining this, the same kind of bliss flooding your mind. Natural opioids releasing into your brain, endorphins causing you go to wild as you screamed for Toby.
âG-go faster..! Fuck needâ you to go faster please..!â You begged.
âA-As you wish schatz..â
Toby picked up the pace, fucking you even faster, body rocking as the mattress springs squeaked. Every time he thrusted inwards you felt his cock in penetrating your stomach, filling you up just the right way. Perfectly sliding in thanks to the blood and your wetness, painting his penis a light shade of red.
âToby mâ close..!!â You announced, feeling yourself about unravel just for him.
âMgh..- go ahead.. Break fâme. But mâ not stopping..â He told you as he tightened his grip on your hip, likely strong enough to leave a bruise.
âFuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..- Toby..!!â You moaned his name as you came undone for him, clenching tighter around him as your orgasm sprayed onto his dick. Just creating a bigger, better mess between to two of you.
âAwh yeahhh.. Thatâs what I like tâsee.. Little whores cumminâ so good on my cock.. Mghh..Fuck you might be the best one yet..â Toby didnât slow down, only leaving your clit alone momentarily. Too soon to completely overstimulate you, itâd be no fun that way. But he kept rutting into you at the same pace, more concerned with getting himself off.
âDunno if Iâll be able to pull out hah.. Yer squeezinâ me real good..â
He pounded into your cunt a couple more times, the motion pushing him over the edge before he luckily exited your hole in time to cream all over your stomach.
âShit thatâs hot.. Yâlook real good painted with my cum..â
You looked at the mess heâd made on your torso, you couldnât help but feel a bit flustered. Those were his kids all over you.. But you didnât have much more time to think before he was going back in.
âO-oh Toby..!â
âJusâ one more.. Please please I know you can take it..â
The man picked up where he left off, filling you right back up and fucking you silly. You whined and groaned for him, feeling sweat making your body all sticky and hot. Lucky bastard didnât have that problem, but he was probably enjoying the sight of you all messy for him. Tobyâs hand then moved up from your hip to your tit, cupping your boob in his hand and rolling around your nipple with his thumb.
âSâgood.. Such a pretty girl..â He praised, Toby then leaned down to kiss your other breast. Thrusts getting sloppier as he handled your chest, opening his mouth for your nipple flicking his tongue on the little mound.
âMmmghhhgfjoofs Tobyyyy..! Tâmuchhhh..!!â
Toby ignored your cries, sucking on you as he rolled his hips forward to keep using the precious wet hold you so graciously offered him. You then felt his jaws open up, and suddenly a set of sharp crooked teeth bit down around your areola. You let out a little scream, throwing your head back and tensing up at the pain. After the initial shock, it started to feel good. The way Toby played with you, no matter how rough it maybe.. God the freak inside you was in pure euphoria. Although perhaps there was no freak inside, perhaps maybe, it was you all along. You yourself liked this, you loved it in fact. No matter how gross or mean you both were, you were loving every second of this heaven he brought to you.
âMâ gonna cum again..!â You said as you brought tightly gripped Tobyâs boney shoulder, digging your nails in deep enough to create little crescent shaped indents in the manâs pasty skin.
Toby hummed around your breast and looked up at you through his lashes, that dark void and a cloud like iris staring back at you. Looking you in the eye, not even blinking as Toby witnessed you break all over again. Letting out all your pleasure onto his cock, feeling him break you in with each motion of his penis. Till you felt something warm unleash inside you, this motherfucker had just finished inside.
Toby swiftly pulled away, but he couldnât help himself from just a few more thrusts before pulling out of you. The wet gaping hole making a little pop as it let him go, he huffed and panted before looking back at you. Eyes wide before giving you a sheepish little smile.
âHeh.. Woops.â
You breathed heavily, catching your breath before using your elbows to prompt you to look up at him properly.
âAh.. Hah.. Thatâs all.. You hafta say for yourself..? Woops..?â
âI-I never quite lost control like that..â He admitted to you, his cock still leaking red and angry between your legs. So close to your cunt, probably missing the warmth and depth of it already.
âYou were just too good baby..â He tried to sweet talk his way out of it, how cute.
You tried to sit yourself up, but Toby put his hands on your shoulders and forced you to lay back down.
âCmon donât look at me like that.. I-Iâll make it up to you Kay..?â
You scoffed, rolling your eyes annoyed at the sudden inconvenience. Now you had to figure out how to DIY an abortion, or just find some morning after pills.
Toby leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours.
âCmon darling.. Donât tell me it wasnât totally worth it..â he whispered.
âYour body is fuckinâ amazing Iâll tell ya.. Just let me make you feel better, I can make you feel real good again promise..â
You just couldnât resist this boy can you? The small whiny-ness in his voice and those puppy dog eyes he gave you, maybe in another life heâd had been a real sweet guy.
Toby kissed along your jaw, peppering the softest little pecks for you.
âJust say yes.. You know you wanna.â
You took a sharp inhale, and gave him your response.
âY-yeah.. Fuck me again and again Toby.. Make me forget what life is like without your dick.â
I don't remember who said it but someone said that Toby likes fucking you with his goggles on so you can see your face in the reflection without needing a mirror, whoever said that I want you to know this was revolutionary and changed my life forever.
Creepypasta - Ticci Toby x GN!reader |Dark romance|
A/N: Here I am a little late but still getting into this fandom too. At this point I'm certain that I have a problem with mentally unstable men. Anyway this story was inspired by this song.
The sun went down, and with it, the real world vanished entirely.
Y/N ran. They didn't know where, and they didn't know how long they had been sprinting, but the suffocating fog of the Slender Woods felt like it was actively swallowing them whole. Every breath burned in their lungs. They were still wearing their oversized, comfortable clothes, but the heavy fabric of the hoodie was soaked through with sweat and clinging to their frame, making them feel sluggish, heavy, and trapped.
Worse than the exhaustion was the agonizing, electric static prickling beneath their skin. The forestâs curse was actively rewriting them, pulling them deeper down into the dark, forcing that permanent, unwashable smile onto their face. They felt like a monster, but right now, they were being hunted like prey.
âTen... Nine... Eight...â
The voice echoed from the canopy above, warped and playful, accompanied by a violent, rhythmic crack of a neck snapping.
Y/N pushed harder, their sneakers slipping on damp pine needles and rotting logs. They looked back for a fraction of a second, seeing nothing but the overlapping shadows of towering trees.
âSeven... Six... Five...â
Thwack! A heavy iron hatchet embedded itself into the trunk of a birch tree right next to Y/Nâs head, spraying shards of bark across their cheek. Y/N let out a strangled gasp, veering sharply to the left, tumbling down a steep, muddy embankment. They crashed into the dirt at the bottom, their hands scraping against sharp rocks.
They scrambled to their feet, gasping for air, desperately pressing themselves into the hollow, dark space beneath a fallen, massive oak tree. They pulled their knees to their chest, trying to shrink into their oversized clothes, trying to disappear.
Above them, the heavy, deliberate crunch of combat boots echoed on the ridge.
"Let's take a look at this s-situation," Tobyâs voice drifted down, low and taunting. He slowly walked the edge of the hill, dragging his second hatchet across the stones. Screeech. "I'm on a hunt for your l-location. And while you're waiting there... you're getting kind of s-scared."
Y/N squeezed their eyes shut, clapping their trembling, bloody hands over their mouth. But it was no use. The woods had gone entirely dead silent, turning the frantic thumping in Y/Nâs chest into a homing beacon.
"But I fall in love with our l-little flirtation," Toby murmured, his voice suddenly sounding closer. Much closer.
Y/N opened their eyes in the pitch blackness of the hollow log. Through a small crack in the rotting wood, they saw the glow of yellow lenses. Toby was crouching right outside their hiding spot, his shoulders twitching violently to an erratic, broken beat. He wasn't rushing. He was savoring every second of the game.
"Let me make it c-clear, you see my dear... I'm the best at this g-game," Toby whispered, pressing his masked face closer to the crack. "'Cause I hear the fear. Thumping in the dark. The b-beating of your heart. And I can't s-stand our time apart."
Y/Nâs breath hitched. Panic, cold and sharp, paralyzed their limbs.
"Carmen San Diego... I f-found you," Toby chuckled, a breathy, unhinged sound. "Didn't take long for your fear to get l-louder."
With a brutal, explosive swing, Toby brought his hatchet down, shattering the top of the hollow oak log. Splinters and dead wood exploded inward. Y/N shrieked, scrambling backward out of the ruined hiding spot, tumbling back-first into the damp leaves under the open moonlight.
Toby stood over them, blocking the sky. The wind started howling as the dark completely surrounded them. Toby raised the weapon, his chest heaving, his eyes blown wide behind his goggles. "Come out, come out, I k-know where you are. The pounding's so l-loud from the beat of your heart. It gave you away right from the start."
He brought the blade down.
But as the sharp metal sliced through the air, the metallic, iron scent of old blood on the axe-head hit Y/Nâs nose.
The switch flipped.
The terror vanished, completely incinerated by a sudden, massive wave of euphoric adrenaline. The forestâs curse finally locked into place, merging with the deeply buried, manic dark side Y/N had suppressed their entire life. Y/N didn't dodge. Instead, they lunged forward from the dirt with impossible, blinding speed.
Y/N's hands snapped out, their fingers locking around Tobyâs wrists with terrifying strength, halting the descending hatchet mere inches from their face.
Toby froze, his breath catching in his throat. He looked down at Y/Nâno longer a crying, panicked kid in a baggy hoodie, but a lethal predator with wide, unblinking eyes and a permanent, terrifying smile gleaming in the dark.
Instead of fighting back, Toby let out a loud, ecstatic bark of a laugh. He leaned into Y/Nâs grip, his face inches from theirs, completely enthralled by the beautiful, violent monster the forest had just birthed.
"I... know... w-where... you... are," Toby whispered, a ecstatic, twisted grin tearing across his face.
The chase was over. The hunt was won. And Y/N was finally home.
A/N: Just the usual and as always the art is not mine the link of the picture will be at the end of the story
Hell rang in the new year the same way it always didâtoo loud, too bright, and soaked in excess.
Vox leaned against the bar, pretending he was listening to the chatter around him while his screen flickered pink every time Alastor laughed.
That was the problem.
Alastor laughedâlow, sharp, delightedâlike the world was a joke only he understood. Every soundwave hit Vox straight through the casing.
âFive⊠fourâŠâ
The countdown began. Glasses clinked. Demons pressed closer together.
Alastor turned slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder, red eyes catching Vox in their glow. His smile sharpened.
âEnjoying the festivities?â he asked, voice honeyed with mockery.
Vox straightened instantly. âIâ obviously. Great party. Your aesthetic is⊠very on-brand. Murder-chic.â
Alastor hummed. âYouâve been staring.â
âI have not.â
Alastor leaned in anyway, close enough that Voxâs audio spiked and his screen glitched. âYou do realize your face lights up every time you lie, donât you?â
Fireworks exploded outside the windows, bathing the room in neon reds and golds. Vox felt it thenâthat irrational, impossible pull. The way Alastor didnât need to touch him to command his attention. The way control slipped just by standing too close.
âOneââ
The room erupted.
Fireworks burst again, washing the room in red.
Vox was mid-rantâsomething about signal interferenceâwhen Alastor suddenly leaned in instead of walking away.
Too close.
âAlâ?â Vox started.
Alastorâs hand came up, fingers tilting Voxâs screen just slightly, forcing eye contact. His smile widened, slow and knowing.
âYou really do wear your heart on your frequency,â he murmured.
Before Vox could respond, Alastor dipped his head and dragged his tongue in a lazy, deliberate line along the edge of Voxâs screen, right where the glow was warmestâmore mockery than affection, more threat than tenderness.
It was quick. Casual. Devastating.
Vox short-circuited.
His screen flashed violently pink, audio crackling. âWHATâ ALASTORâ THAT WASââ
Alastor pulled back, licking his lips like heâd just tasted something amusing. âTeasing,â he said lightly. âIt is the new year.â
Vox stared at him, absolutely ruined. âYou canât justâdo thatâ!â
Alastor laughed, already turning away again. âOh, but I can. And youâll think about it all night.â
He vanished into the crowd, coat swaying, fireworks roaring.
Vox stood frozen, overheating, one single thought looping on repeat:
This demon is going to kill me.
Not violently.
Slowly.
âHappy New Year!â voices shouted as fireworks bloomed across the skyline.
A/N: Just the usual and as always the art is not mine the link of the picture will be at the end of the story
Vincent hated the way Alastor smiled at other people.
Not the polite smile. Not the professional one.
The fond one.
The one he was wearing now.
âDear,â Alastor said lightly, glancing up at him over his glasses, voice smooth and amused, âyouâre the most jealous man I know.â
Vincent leaned closer, hands braced on the table, shadow falling over Alastorâs drink. His jaw tightened.
âYou know other men?â
The words came out sharper than he intended. Immediately suspicious. Immediately territorial.
Alastor blinked onceâthen smiled wider.
âOh?â he said, tilting his head. âIs that what this is about?â
Vincentâs eyes flicked to the side. Someone had laughed earlier. Someone had touched Alastorâs armâbrief, meaningless, probably accidental.
Still.
âI donât like it,â Vincent muttered. âThe way they look at you.â
Alastorâs expression softened just a fraction, teasing warmth bleeding through the smugness. He leaned forward instead, invading Vincentâs space right back.
âThey can look all they want,â he said quietly. âI donât go home with them.â
Vincent swallowed.
ââŠYou shouldnât let them touch you.â
Alastor raised a brow. âOh?â
âThatâs mine,â Vincent said before thinkingâthen froze.
The silence stretched.
Then Alastor laughed, low and delighted, eyes glinting. âCareful, darling,â he murmured. âYouâre starting to sound very possessive.â
A/N: Like I said many times before I'm not a great Smut writer and I'm sure you wanted that but I'm just BAD. But I did bring you something FUN
Vox had gone very quiet.
That alone was alarming.
Alastor noticed when theyâd been standing in the kitchen far too longâVox looming behind him, screen angled downward, eyes flickering with an intensity usually reserved for murder or broadcast ratings.
ââŠWhy are you staring at me like that?â Alastor asked, not turning around yet. âIf youâre about to say something unhinged, do warn me.â
Vox didnât answer.
Alastor turned.
Vox was holding a sausage.
A long one.
Alastor stared. Then stared harder. ââŠWhy,â he said slowly, âare you looking at me, then at that, like youâre doing math?â
Voxâs screen glitched. He looked genuinely thoughtful. âI was trying to estimate capacity.â
Dead silence.
âWhat.â
Vox, demon of technology and zero shame, lifted his head. âI wanted to know how much you could realistically handle before you started complaining.â
Alastor made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a short-circuited scream. ââEXCUSE ME?â
âYou asked what I was doing,â Vox said, shrugging. âI answered.â
Alastor covered his face with one hand. âYou cannot just say things like that.â
âYouâre the one who keeps insisting humans are fragile,â Vox continued, tilting his head. âI was curious where the limit actually is.â
Alastor dropped his hand and pointed at him, flustered but grinning despite himself. âThat is not scientific curiosity, Vincent, that is you being a menace.â
Vox leaned in a little too close, voice dropping. âYou didnât say I was wrong.â
Alastorâs ears went red instantly. âI am going to pretend this conversation never happened.â
âShame,â Vox said, entirely too pleased. âI was about to suggest a practical experiment.â
Alastor grabbed the sausage and smacked Voxâs chest with it. âOut. Get out of my kitchen. Go haunt a server or something.â
Vox laughedâlow, static-warm, utterly delightedâas he backed away.
âWorth it,â he said.
Alastor stood there, heart racing, muttering,
âI work with a demon. I work with a demon who thinks in measurements.â
A/N: Just the usual and as always the art is not mine the link of the picture will be at the end of the story
They look almost polite afterward.
Thatâs what Vincent thinks every time â how neat it all seems once the noise is gone. The bodies are off-frame, the air still warm, copper hanging thick like incense. Blood streaks both of them in careless swipes, as if violence were something you could wear by accident.
Vincentâs smiling. Of course he is. Knife still in his hand, tilted just enough to catch the light. He doesnât even realize heâs leaning back into Alastorâs chest until he feels him there.
Alastor is close. Too close for someone who claims not to need anyone.
His arm slips around Vincentâs middle, possessive without being gentle, fingers already stained red pressing into white fabric. He smells like smoke and old laughter and something hungry that never quite switches off.
âMessy,â Alastor murmurs near Vincentâs ear, voice velvet-soft and amused. âYou really do enjoy getting carried away.â
Vincent laughs â breathy, pleased. âYou didnât stop me.â
âNo,â Alastor says, smiling against his cheek. âWhy would I?â
Vincent lifts his free hand, palm up, as if presenting a masterpiece. Blood drips slowly from his fingers. He watches it fall, fascinated, proud. He wants Alastor to look. He always wants Alastor to look.
And Alastor does.
He tilts Vincentâs chin with two fingers, forcing him to turn just enough to meet his gaze. Their faces are close â close enough that Vincent can feel Alastorâs breath, controlled and deliberate, unlike his own.
âYou did beautifully,â Alastor says.
Thatâs all it takes.
Vincentâs smile goes soft around the edges, something almost fragile flickering there before he schools it back into something sharper. He presses his shoulder back into Alastorâs chest, wordless, needy in the quiet way he hates admitting.
Alastorâs arm tightens. Not comforting. Not cruel. Just claiming.
They stand like that for a moment â bloodied, breathing, balanced on the edge of something that isnât quite affection but isnât just violence either.
To anyone else, theyâd look like monsters caught mid-grin.
A/n: You might ask what the fuck I'm writing about myself?! I am a very VERY weird person. Multiple people told me and also a very lonely one. So here are totally random stupid fun facts about little old me.
1. I have BPD (borderline personality disorder) I know what a great way to start right? And no I did not get verified by the internet with this It was said by an actual psychiatrist and I have documents from it toođ
2. I am a graphic designer. Cool right? I especially love making book covers but I sadly learned how to make logos too. (One of my re-designed book covers)
3. I also write poems. Like a lot. Sadly they aren't in english.
4. I'm also Hungarian đđș and yes I'm always hungry. But that's just međ€€
5. I'm actually trying to make an actual book with my own dark romance story. Since that's the genre I love the most.
And yeah that's pretty much it if you have any questions I will answer you guysđ
A/N: Just the usual and as always the art is not mine the link of the picture will be at the end of the story
The first time Vincent asked Alastor if they could âwork together,â it wasnât even a question.
He said it like a vow. Like heâd already carved their initials into something bleeding.
Alastor noticed.
Of course he did.
The man watched everything the way a wolf watches a shaking rabbit â with amusement, hunger, and just enough restraint to stretch the moment out.
It started on a fog-choked street, bodies cooling behind a boarded-up butcherâs shop. Vincent had done the heavy lifting â cracked skulls, dragged corpses, grinning the entire time like violence was oxygen.
Alastor arrived late.
Because he always arrived late.
Because he liked watching Vincent twitch with anticipation.
âYou came,â Vincent purred, already stepping too close, red flooding his cheeks like he was one compliment away from collapsing.
âMm. I was curious,â Alastor replied, wiping his gloves with a grace that made the murder scene look like a ballroom. âYou said you had something to show me.â
Vincent beamed, desperate and bright.
âThis. All of this. I wantâ I want to do this with you. Always. Youâreâ youâre perfect, Al.â
Alastor let the nickname slide only because he found it pathetic in a charming way.
Vincent wouldâve done anything if Alastor asked. Kill, die, kneel â didnât matter.
And Alastor⊠Alastor saw that.
He stepped forward, his shadow swallowing Vincentâs. A single gloved finger hooked under Vincentâs chin and lifted it, slow and deliberate.
âYouâre very eager,â he murmured.
Vincent practically melted. âI want to be useful to you.â
Ah.
There it was â the weakness. And Alastorâs favorite kind: devotion disguised as capability.
âYou already are,â Alastor said, smiling wide enough to make Vincentâs heart stutter. âBut if weâre to work together⊠Iâll need you to follow instructions.â
âAnything.â
Alastorâs smile sharpened.
âGood boy.â
Vincentâs breath hitched â embarrassingly loud. And that was when Alastor understood he had found the perfect tool.
Not just a partner.
Not just a killer.
A man who would tear out his own heartbeat if Alastor asked sweetly enough.
From that night on, Alastor used it.
Heâd lean in close after a kill, whisper something soft and poisonous into Vincentâs ear â a plan, a command, a suggestion â and Vincent would crumble for it. Not because he feared Alastor.
Because he adored him.
Vincent would walk into danger just to impress him.
Take risks just to make Alastor proud.
Smile through blood because Alastor happened to look in his direction.
And Alastor?
He would watch Vincentâs obsession bloom like a bruise.
He would feed it scraps â a touch, a compliment, a look â just enough to keep Vincent orbiting him like a dog begging for affection.
It was toxic.
It was uneven.
It was perfect.
And one night, after another flawless kill performed exactly how Alastor liked it, Vincent turned to him with wide, hopeful eyes.
âDid I do good?â
Alastor stepped close, letting his voice dip just enough to make Vincentâs knees go weak.
âYou did wonderfully,â he murmured. âI knew youâd be useful to me.â
Vincent flushed so deeply it looked feverish.
And Alastor smiled â pleased, entertained, and fully aware heâd just tightened the leash a little more.
They werenât lovers.
Not yet.
But Vincent was falling.
And Alastor?
He was letting him.
Slowly.
Cruelly.
Deliciously.
Because a lovesick monster is far more predictable than a partner.
A/N: Just the usual and as always the art is not mine the link of the picture will be at the end of the story
The church had been abandoned for decades.
The roof sagged in the middle, moonlight shining through it like God had forgotten to close the blinds. Dust hung in the air, thick as fog, and the broken stained-glass windows cast fractured colors over the cracked stone floor.
It was perfect.
Vincent pushed open the heavy wooden door with a grunt, dragging a half-rotting corpse behind him by the ankles.
âLast guest,â he called back. âShouldâve cleaned himself up before attending our big day.â
Alastor laughed softly, the sound echoing off the ruined walls like a music box losing its last wind.
He stood near the altar, adjusting the deep red sleeve of his suit â delicate, old-fashioned, and stolen from three different wardrobes. Somehow he had made it elegant.
âDarling,â he said, âhe looks better than half the living people youâve worked with.â
Vincent smirked and wiped his hands on his suit pants.
Blue suit, crisp shirt, blood on the cuffs because of course there was. He looked like a groom who had fought his way through hell to get here.
He kind of had.
He walked down the aisle, past the rows of dead bodies they had arranged earlier â some propped upright on pews, some slumped, some with missing limbs theyâd used as candle holders. The flickering candlelight made the corpses look like they were watching.
Vincent reached the altar and stopped.
His breath left him for a moment.
Alastor in the suit wasâŠ
beautiful.
Not soft â never soft â but sharp, eerie, mesmerizing. The suit clung to him like shadows.
Vincent swallowed.
âYou look like sin,â he said.
âThatâs the idea,â Alastor murmured, pleased.
They faced each other, surrounded by rotting witnesses, with a skeleton propped behind the altar to serve as their priest.
Alastor stepped closer.
âAre you ready?â
âIâve been ready since the moment I met you,â Vincent said. âJust didnât know it.â
Alastorâs smile softened â just for him, just today.
âYouâre being sentimental.â
âOccasionally. Donât get used to it.â
He pulled a ring from his pocket â silver, slightly dented, stolen from a jewelry store that no longer existed after Vincent visited it.
Alastor drew a matching one from the pocket of his suit.
There were no vows.
They were not the vow type.
They didnât need promises theyâd tear apart later.
Instead, Vincent took Alastorâs hand â cold, elegant â and slid the ring onto his finger.
Alastor inhaled slowly, like it burned in the best way.
Then Alastor took Vincentâs hand, rough and warm, and pushed the ring onto him with a deliberate, slow glide that made Vincent shiver.
âMarried,â Alastor said softly.
âFinally,â Vincent answered.
The skeleton priest cracked in half and collapsed at their feet.
Vincent laughed. Alastor rolled his eyes.
âEven the dead canât handle us,â Vincent said.
Alastor leaned in, resting his forehead against Vincentâs.
âThen itâs a good thing,â he whispered, âthat the living never mattered.â
Vincent cupped Alastorâs face, pulling him into a slow, hungry kiss â not rushed, not violent, just deep and claiming.
The candles flickered wildly.
One corpse fell off a pew with a thud.
Neither of them cared.
They stood there in the hollow remains of a place meant for holy things, surrounded by death, wrapped in blood and devotion.
Husband.
And husband.
No one alive would ever know.
And both of them preferred it that way.
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Special thanks to the person who gave me the idea for the story. Not exactly what they ask for but hey that's just me. @naturalbornchaotic
So I've been writing for quite sometime and you guys seems to really love radiostatic but I'm running out of ideas. Yes even I'm running out of ideas. So I need your help guys. What kind of stuff should I write?
A/N: Just the usual and as always the art is not mine the link of the picture will be at the end of the story
Rain still clung to their clothes when they stepped out of the alley, the dim streetlight washing their silhouettes in a soft gold glow. The two men looked like paintings splashed with redâabstract, chaotic, beautiful in a way only they could appreciate.
Alastor wiped a finger slowly across his jawline, gathering a thin streak of blood like a sommelier inspecting wine. He hummed, low and pleased.
âMm~ Vincent⊠I do believe this little adventure has made me positively famished.â
Vincent, still panting a bit from the thrill of it all, ran a hand down his own face, smearing crimson down his jaw and collar. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wideânot from fear, but from something else entirely.
âOh yeah⊠hungry,â he echoed, though his voice sounded nothing like Alastorâs hunger.
His was⊠different.
Needier.
Focused entirely on the man beside him.
Alastor didnât even need to look to know what kind of hunger Vincent meant. A sly smile curled across his mouth.
âOh, Vincent,â he sighed playfully. âReally? Again?â
He poked the other manâs cheek with his clean hand, smearing a little more red across Vincentâs skin.
âYouâre insatiable, darling.â
Vincent didnât bother hiding it. He leaned into Alastorâs touch like a starved creature, eyes heavy and glassy with want.
âYouâre talking,â Vincent muttered, âwhile smelling like that. Of course Iâm hungry.â
Alastor laughedâa warm, delighted laugh that seemed entirely too soft considering what theyâd just done. He stretched, shoulders loose, posture relaxed, the aftermath of violence settling in his bones like a comforting melody.
âLet me guess,â Alastor said, licking the remaining blood delicately off his fingers.
âYou want me to âfeedâ you.â
Vincent shivered.
Alastor shook his head fondly and slipped an arm around Vincentâs waist, pulling him close as they began to walk away from the scene, leaving the alley and its secrets behind.
âWell,â he murmured, voice dropping into that smooth, teasing cadence Vincent adored,
âlucky for you, sweetheart⊠Iâm full of generosity tonight.â
Vincent grinned, sharp and breathless, relaxing into Alastorâs hold as if violence had been nothing more than an appetizer.
âAnd lucky for you,â Vincent whispered back,
âIâm not done being hungry.â
Alastor chuckled again, kissing his temple with unsettling tenderness.
âCome along then, my love,â he purred.
âLetâs get you⊠properly fed.â
The two walked off into the nightâbloody, satisfied, hungry for each other in the only way they understood.
A/N: Just the usual and as always the art is not mine the link of the picture will be at the end of the story
Vox had sworn he was only stopping by for a drink.
Just one.
Just to see if Alastor might show up tonight.
And then, like clockwork, the Radio Demon swept into the bar, red coat glowing under the chandelier, smile wide and sharp but eyes softer than usual â unfocused, even.
Vox froze on his barstool, fingers tightening around his glass.
âOh no,â he whispered to himself.
â...heâs drunk.â
Alastor spotted him instantly. As if tuned to Voxâs frequency.
His grin widened.
âđđȘđŻđ€đŠđŻđ”~!â Alastor sang, voice warm and wobbly. âThere you are, mon ami! I thought I heard static!â
Vox nearly rebooted on the spot.
Alastor swayed toward him, placing a hand on Voxâs shoulder â too warm, too close, too intentional for a sober Alastor.
Voxâs screen flickered blue, then pink, then static.
âAâAl, youâreâ youâre drunk.â
âDrunk?â Alastor gasped dramatically. âNonsense! I am⊠perfectlyâŠâ
He squinted at Voxâs face.
ââŠyou have very pretty pixels.â
Vox made a strangled modem noise.
Before he could recover, Alastor tugged him by the tie.
âDance with me.â
Voxâs voice cracked. âW-WHAT?!â
âMmhm.â Alastor hummed, guiding him toward the small open floor where a slow violin piece played. âCome now, Vincent⊠indulge me.â
It wasnât a request.
Vox followed â because of course he did â and Alastor slid a hand around his waist. Voxâs internal fans nearly exploded.
âIs⊠is this okay?â Vox whispered, trying not to stutter.
Alastor rested his head briefly against Voxâs chest â the briefest, softest touch â then looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
They swayed together, awkward at first â Vox too stiff, Alastor too loose â but gradually falling into rhythm. Alastorâs fingers traced idle circles against Voxâs hip. His head tilted up lazily.
âYouâre warm,â Alastor murmured. âLike a radio freshly tuned.â
âYouâre⊠holding onto me,â Vox breathed.
âI know,â Alastor admitted, leaning in closer. âOnly because I trust you.â
Voxâs code nearly crashed.
He swallowed hard, voice trembling.
âAl⊠youâre going to forget you said that.â
Alastor chuckled, breath ghosting Voxâs neck.
âPerhaps. But you wonât.â
Vox held him tighter.
âNo,â he whispered.
âI wonât.â
And for the rest of the song, they danced â one too drunk to hide how soft he could be, and one too in love to pretend he didnât adore every second of it.
A/N: Yeah I'm not stopping. As usual link at the end.
Vincentâs hands were still trembling â not from fear, but from excitement. Blood speckled his shirt, his knuckles, even the corner of his cheek where a stray drop had flicked up.
He didnât notice any of it.
All he could focus on was Alastor standing infront him, one hand cupping Vincentâs jaw with that slow, confident tenderness that always made his circuits feel like they were overheating.
âYou are doing it great, sweetheart,â Alastor murmured against his ear, voice smooth like warm radio static. Praise wrapped in velvet. Encouragement disguised as sin.
Vincentâs breath caught â he lived for that tone.
He leaned into Alastorâs touch, eyes fluttering shut briefly as the older manâs thumb brushed over a smear of blood on his cheek.
Vincentâs grin widened, sharp and boyish all at once.
âThank you, honey,â he whispered, blue and green eyes glowing a little brighter, pride rolling through him like electricity.
The knife in Alastorâs hand gleamed, freshly used but steady, held with elegance only he could make look romantic. Vincentâs own hands rested on Alastorâs waist â messy, trembling, desperate for approval, desperate for him.
Alastor guided Vincentâs wrist gently, lining up the blade again, his voice soft and coaxing:
âJust like that, darling⊠slow and deliberate. Thereâs an art to this.â
Vincent shivered â not at the gore, but at the attention.
At Alastor choosing to touch him, to guide him, to let him be part of this intimate violence.
The room smelled like copper and adrenaline.
Vincent had never felt more loved.
Alastor kissed the side of his neck â light, approving, almost domestic.
âGood boy,â he murmured.
Vincent practically melted, breath hitching as he leaned further into Alastorâs chest, hands gripping him tighter.
He whispered with that shaky devotion only Vincent could have:
âAnything for you, Alastor⊠anything you want.â
Alastor smiled â a soft, wicked, unmistakably pleased thing â and tilted Vincentâs chin up to kiss him, uncaring that their lips smeared together with red.
âExcellent,â he purred.
âThen letâs finish what we started.â
And for Vincent, nothing had ever felt more like home.
