I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STAY TENDER, independent, private, & mutually exclusive blog for an original character, theo moretti. theo is a heretic ( witch/vampire hybrid ) with influences from the vampire diaries, twilight, & true blood. he can fit into a variety of fandoms. please do not steal anything present on this blog. DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT! heavily triggering & dark content will be present here, proceed with caution. NO MINORS OR PERSONAL BLOGS. writer is bee, any pronouns, 26. [ . . . ] WITH THIS MUCH BLOOD IN MY MOUTH.
carrd. prompts. psd by waatsoned.
BLOGROLL: @paladinslays, @cheer1ed, @racointeur.
001. this is an independent & mutuals only blog for my original character. dead dove content will be present. some content that may be written here (but is not limited to): legal age gaps, horror & extreme gore, cannibalism, lots & lots of blood related topics. i will do my best to tag things accordingly. i will not write anything involving incest/stepcest or sexual assault.
002. if you are under the age of twenty-one, please do not interact or add me on discord. no exceptions.
003. i do best with plotted threads or at least establishing a general connection for our muses before we begin writing. my inbox is always open for plotting purposes & feel free to send me any & all memes that i repost. this is truly the easiest way to get things going with me. my muse does tend to come & go, so please don't take it personal if i happen to drop a thread. i am always more than happy to have multiple going at once or start something new.
004. please keep in mind that theo is transgender. i've had uncomfortable experiences in the past where people have not respected this part of his character. please feel free to ask me any questions if any happen to arise, i will never be offended. i am also not interested in writing with blogs that are solely cishet muses.
005. most of my content here will be iconless as i prefer to focus on my writing rather than the aesthetics. small text does make my eyes hurt a bit, but i can manage if you prefer small text. i do not care how you format your posts and never feel inclined to match my length! i only ask that you give me something to work with for my replies.
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007. my name is bee, any pronouns, 26 years old. i do work a full-time job so my activity will be very sporadic. mutuals can ask for my discord!
HE GOT TOLD TO EAT SOMETHING THAT ISN'T SUGAR, given how yesterday turned out, but he's not listening. he's minding his business eating chocolate, not bothering anyone. he's not even in the rink right now, he was told to go sit outside. thank god he found a table with an umbrella, otherwise he would've gone right back inside. at least the weather is nice.
snags the bar of chocolate from him on his way to sit across from him, a playful grin tugged onto features. elbows rest against the table & he breaks a piece of the bar, casually popping it into his mouth like it's been his all along. " shouldn't let these things distract ya so much. " he waves the candy at him before sliding it back across to alexei, chewing the piece in his mouth & swallowing. " anywayyy, did y'miss me? "
it was clear with zachary's thoughts flashing through, probably louder than cain's, that if they have it his way they'd fuck until sunrise. he doesn't really have any other plans. "and to add to my point, you felt so good." still, currently, since neither of them make any moves to slip themselves out of the heretic. cain looks down at them when he sees the thoughts flashing through their face and hears what they both want.
"you're both insatiable. what did i get myself into?" it's the eldest vampire that kicks them back up though. he grabs one of theo's legs, the right one, and throws it across his shoulder. "you heard him, don't hold back. that's an order." with that, zachary's nails are digging into theo's hips as both of them seem to be gearing up for a second round. before either of them start, cain leans down closer to him. "you sure you want us to go harder? we won't go easy on you."
A breath parts from Theo as he's shoved back against Zachary, mouth curving with a satisfied grin that borders on anticipation. Lust glistens bright in red eyes, his fingers dragging along Cain's torso, up along his chest, & circling around to grasp at the back of his neck. Theo lifts his head to press his lips against the older vampire's, head canting to deepen the kiss. It's sloppy, messy, saliva coats his bottom lip when he withdraws. "Don't threaten me with a good time." He murmurs against Cain's mouth with a smirk, his other hand reaching around to comb through Zachary's hair & grasp lightly. "Gimme yer worst."
It started, as it often did, with a threat of violence and a promise of reward. Tonight, that threat was naked rage, and the reward was a brick wall in the alley behind the club, a rusty fire escape cutting into Blake’s shoulder blades as he yanked Theo’s hips forward and drove them together. "Still mad at me?" Blake murmured, though the question scraped over the ridge of Theo’s jaw with his teeth. Blood didn’t come—Blake didn’t want it yet—he wanted the heat first, the terrible living ache. Just to remind Theo who’d cornered whom tonight. He smiled against the corner of Theo’s mouth, letting canines brush, not pierce, the fragile skin. "You’re not even trying," he drawled, digging his fingers into their hips. "Come on, you’re supposed to be the scary one."
Theo's nails dig into Blake's shoulders that he grasps at, a breath being knocked from dead lungs at the crash of their hips. His head is reeling with want, swirling around with the swarm of Blake's thoughts that filter through & make him feel dizzy. He knows exactly what he's doing to him— he always does. This desire he feels for him is something primal, unfiltered & bordering on animalistic. Theo feels hungry with it; to sink his fangs into him, tear him apart, piece him back together.
His hips press into Blake & a moan slips out, ghosting against his mouth as his head turns to brush their lips. "Y'er talkin' too much." A laugh is panted out, one hand circling around to twist into his hair & tug his head back. A weak attempt to gain some sort of control; Theo knows he doesn't ever really have any, it's what makes this so fun. Nails press into flesh enough to draw blood & he shoves Blake back into the fire escape, reaching to grab his jaw & tilt his head back. "Thought y'were the one who never feels anythin'? Makes y'scarier than me."
as both of them ride out their orgasms, neither of them can seem to control themselves. zachary is lost in between the bloodlust that he feels as he drinks from theo's neck and the sexual lust he feels as his load pumps into the other man. cain himself can feel a mixture of both as he kisses him back and listens in on his heartbeat. following that rhythm to dictate the speed of his own thrusts. he's matching the others as much as he can.
so both of them are breathing heavily as they're coming down from all of the pleasure. cain pulls his mouth away from theo's and zachary finds the self control to stop feeding from him. none of them move though. they continue to run their hands all over the heretic, softly brushing them against his arms and legs. “ there's a first time for everything. ” the ancient vampire smirks, knowing that this isn't going to be the last time the three of them do something like this either.
the younger vampire finally seems to start to gather his thoughts, lost in everything that was going on. “ you're so fucking hot. ” it's all he can manage to say through a breathy chuckle as he licks the blood from his lips. “ glad you had fun. ”
even despite the coolness that lingers at their fingertips, every touch along his body feels like fire. he feels too sensitive to everything; completely stuffed full & riding on cloud nine. he huffs out another laugh before fluttering his eyes open, lifting a hand to grab zachary by the back of his neck. he tugs him down to allow their lips to meet again. the kiss is slower, lazy, theo slips his tongue into his mouth to taste himself on his tongue.
a pant emits from parted lips as he withdraws, lingering within his space & keeping a light grip on the back of his neck. " y'both feel so fuckin' good, i don't wanna move. " he admits lowly, though he has no doubt that they've both heard him. another kiss is pressed to zachary's lips before he trails his attention to cain to draw him in, kissing him just as slow & lazily, really learning the taste of him. desire stirs again in the pit of his stomach & he shifts his hips, a soft moan eliciting.
GARRETT IS starting to get the feeling that he is distinctly out of his depth here . he finds himself wondering , once again , how old he is . he seems incredibly young . he shakes his head , setting the second body into the bin . how lucky they are that vampires don't leave FINGERPRINTS .
❝ are the volturi a ghost story ? no . i have a friend who lived with them once . apparently they're ' decadent in their monstrosity ' i think is how he put it . ❞
" 'm 21, by the way. since y'jus' gotta know. technically 24, but what's birthday's matter anymore when y'don't really age? " theo leans over to grab the top of the bin & close it shut. outta sight, outta mind. that'll give the cops a few interesting days before they move onto the next thing. maybe he's just a little sorry for the poor guy who finds them. a scoff elicits & he shakes his head.
" yeah. whatever that means. don't think 'm doin' anythin' wrong by jus' eatin' like 'm supposed to. " he just gets messy sometimes, is all. " y'er basically an accomplice now. y'think they'd do somethin' about you too? " mouth curves with the makings of a playful smile. he's not taking him serious. then again, there's very little theo does take into a serious light.
today has been an incredibly long day so i don't think i'll be getting any writing done, but feel free to add me on d.iscord if we're mutuals for chatting and what not!! racointeur is my user 🙂↕️
as soon as theo's thighs part, zachary's hand moves like a magnet following the pull of gravity. he starts to rub the spot there while he extends his head, giving the other more access to anything that he may want. since that one fateful night, he hasn't felt like he's needed anyone else's company. they know how to have fun and bring someone else in when it's time. whether it's cain or someone else. “ i'll be good if you don't take too long. you know how impatient i get. ” his voice is somewhere in between a plea and just being drenched with lust. so he gives into the kiss one final time before watching his heretic carefully. eyes follow him throughout the club while he's quite literally buzzing in his seat.
the perks of being a vampire are still new to him, but he's trying to think about what he's sire has taught him. as zach sits there, he drowns out most of the noise around him. the beat of the music is actually helping as it gives his body some vibrations to focus on. he doesn't manage to be able to pick what theo tells the woman, but she's not important in this scenario. in a minute or two she's going to have to find another date anyway. he does focus when the hybrid locks in with the man though.
then his eyes are able to pick up the motions and he quickly stands up. he speeds faster than he should've over to the pair, but tries to make sure that he's a couple of inches behind them as he walks. “ you did so good, baby. ” thoughts of the backrooms flash through his mind. red lights dancing on their skin as they share a meal. he's already hard just thinking about it. so when they get there, he wastes no time in opening the door and closing it once they're all inside.
theo reaches behind them to twist the lock, ensuring no one else could walk in & interrupt what was to come. not that theo would mind too much, it'd just mean another meal or a third, but he wasn't in the mood for sharing more than he needed to tonight. zachary's thoughts are distracting as always; full of blood & sex & mirroring theo's own train of thought. it makes him eager to move along with it all. ( always impatient & the hunger makes it worse. )
" y'should get our guest somethin' to drink, baby. " his eyes meet with zachary's & he nods toward the liquor that lines the wall as he drags the man over to the couch, his palm pressing against his chest to shove him down. theo occupies the space next to him right after, his elbow pressing into the cushion & his cheek resting against his palm to prop himself up. he sits facing their meal, staring at him as if he can't wait to take a bite.
his free hand idly brushes fingertips along his forearm, eyes dropping down to his mouth & then to the pulsing vein along the side of his neck. his heartbeat isn't wild, he doesn't seem scared & neither does his thoughts. more intrigued on what theo & zachary want with him. good. theo makes small conversation as he feels the guy up, hands roaming his body to keep him distracted. their eyes lock & theo's mouth curves with a little smirk. " tell us how bad y'want us to bite you. try beggin' a lil. 'cause y'want it real bad, right? "
[ SAMPLE ] for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. [theo/blake]
BLOOD KINK PROMPTS / always accepting
it's the same thing, just a different night. at least this time theo didn't bring the guy back to blake's to make a mess in his living room. for as much as he loves digging his way under blake's skin by any means, scrubbing blood & picking guts off of the floor wasn't on his agenda for the night. instead, he painted an alley by the bar downtown a nice shade of red. what's left in its wake is something hardly recognizable. the cops will have no choice but to rule it as another wild animal attack, remaining baffled on how those things keep wandering into the city like that without being noticed. theo thinks it's amusing that they really got no idea what they're up against.
blood stains his hands, his clothes, his mouth. it leaves no question as to what exactly he'd been out doing. there's an amused smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth as blake draws closer & he tries to bite it back to no avail. eyes drop to follow the movement of his hand to the corner of his mouth & he leans into the touch, watching curiously as his digit slips between his lips for a taste. it makes that never-ending hunger stir in the pit of theo's stomach & he sways closer, letting an arm rest casually against blake's shoulder. "could've come out with me if y'were hungry. would've shared with ya."
JESSIE PUTS THIS ON THEO'S DOORSTEP, rings the bell, and speeds away.
definitely not stuffed with blood. of course not !!!
the door's opened & he kneels down to grab the box. he doesn't have to read the note to know who it's from; her smell lingers. still, he grins to himself as he reads it over & peeks inside. the box is carried to the kitchen & placed onto the counter & well... he tries to make them last, savor the taste a little, but she knows how to make a damn good treat. guess that just means he'll have to go asking for more later.
HER BACK HIT THE SHELF BEHIND HER WITH A DULL THUD AND FOR A FEW SECONDS, THERE WAS NOTHING BUT WHITE NOISE. Her vision stuttered, the edges darkening as her breath caught - no, stopped - under the iron-tight grip around her throat. Her hands flew up with instinct, not to fight him off but just to try to breathe. Fingers curled weakly around his wrist. Her pulse roared in her ears.
Whatever amusement he’d carried before was gone now, replaced by something colder. And this time, when that strange pressure tried to push through her thoughts, it was worse, more focused, more demanding, like the idea of forgetting was no longer a suggestion but a necessity. And still, it didn’t work. Whatever he was expecting to happen, didn’t.
When he finally let go, air tore down her throat so fast it burned. Camille doubled forward with the force of it, coughing once, twice, swallowing against the raw ache as she pressed a trembling hand to her neck. Her other stayed loosely at her side, fingers twitching, like they hadn’t gotten the message that the danger hadn’t passed.
Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, barely above a whisper. “ I- I’m sorry ”, she managed, dragging in another breath, “ I’m really . . . I’m trying. But I can’t. I don’t know how this is supposed to work, I don’t even know what you just did ”
That was when a sudden shiver ran through her bones, hot and electric, and before she could even register what was happening, the air between them shifted. As Camille’s thoughts were circling about how to get out of this situation, to not end up like her colleague, she noticed the flickering lights above Theo. If they would just come down and-
She couldn't even finish the thought before they did just that. The overhead fixtures burst in a chain reaction, one by one, like dominoes made of glass and fury. It didn’t flicker. It exploded. A shower of shattered bulbs and metal casings rained down from the ceiling, crashing against the tile and the stranger with sharp, crystalline clatter. Filaments sparked midair like tiny dying stars before vanishing into the smoke curling through the rafters.
Camille didn’t think. Her body moved before her mind could catch up, feet slipping against the tile as she was trying to escape the archive.
his jaw sets with his frustration & eyes burn a hole right through her. he's never met someone who can resist his compulsion, especially not someone who has no idea what it is or how she's doing it. it's irritating & fascinating. mouth opens to speak & words fall short; he can feel the sudden shift of energy that cuts through the both of them.
brows furrow & he doesn't have more than a second to process what's happening between them before his body is jolting from the sudden explosion above him. a shower of glass rains down over him & he lets out an involuntary yell as pieces slice through his cheek, a hand lifting to shield himself from the onslaught. witch. it's his first thought. of course she is. he should've fucking known.
fingertips brush against the blood that trickles down his cheek & he pulls his hand back to examine it, hardened gaze making its way to her as his head lifts. " not so fast, " the glass only crunches momentarily beneath the weight of his foot, just from his turn to face her, & then he's suddenly in front of her. a firm grip is placed onto her shoulder & he shoves her backward, blocking any path of escape.
" y'know, i really didn't wanna have to kill ya, but then y'go an' make me bleed. " the wounds have already healed over, but he's agitated by the events that have unfolded. she really shouldn't have come down here. " y'didn't wanna tell me y'er a witch? would've been a good fuckin' startin' point. " he continues, closing in on her. he grabs her wrist tight & a low, red glow begins to emanate from beneath his touch; her magic feels volatile as it flows into his veins.
damon let out a huff of frustration at theo's words as he helped move his shirt up. ( he tried his best to not let the sight of his hard abs distract him. ) "alright, this is going to hurt... are you ready?" next damon dug his fingers into the hybrid's open wound which began to gush more blood as the werewolf dug around inside his abdomen to find the bullet, working as quickly as he could. "got it." once he had his fingers on it, he pulled it out and set it aside before going back to the wound, pouring some whiskey over it to clean it before pressing a towel to stop the blood.
" jus' fuckin' — fuck! " a yell emits & theo squirms against the couch, eyes darkening to a deeper shade of red from the pain that shoots through him. fingers curl into the arm of the couch to ground himself & his head falls back against the cushion, chest heaving in the aftermath. he reaches for damon's wrist to shove it away once the bullet is gone & he glances back at the wound, a scowl lingering on his features.
" jesus christ, give a guy a fuckin' warnin' before y'go jammin' yer fingers in like that. " a pause. " or take me out to dinner first. " theo pants out a laugh, the pain subsiding now that the silver wasn't burning his insides. " it'll heal itself. y'don't gotta play doctor no more. "
theo tugs his bloodstained shirt back over his torso, though he makes no move from his sunken position on the couch. in fact, he'd prefer to melt right into it. amusement curves at the corners of his lips, eyeing damon playfully. " y'should keep yer thoughts to yerself, by the way. thinkin' 'bout my body when 'm bleedin' on yer couch? kiiiinda crazyyy. " spoken teasingly. clearly the bullet didn't do much in terms of making him less irritating.
@canniblood sent "I don't bite… unless you ask nicely."
ASKBOX MEMES ! | always accepting
An AUTOMATIC smile pulled onto her features, the sort that KNEW she was dancing with the devil. That was part of her charm, always tip toeing across a line that she shouldn't. A hand raised as her fingers ran through his hair, letting a moment FIZZLE in the air before she could even begin to start unpacking all the sentiments around it.
"Now that's QUITE the sentiment," that devilish grin played on her lips, a short sputter of laughter followed after. Her hand raised to brush through her hair, pushing a piece of her brunette lock behind her ear as her gaze flickered his way. "If you were going to BITE, what would be your first option? What about second-" her tone raised, forever teasing in the words that she spoke as she took another few steps nearer.
One arm raised, looped around his neck as she grinned. "I have a feeling you're a bit OBSESSED with the neck or I've gotten you read ALL wrong-"
his eyes are a little more red than blue, though maybe the lighting of the bar could be enough to pass it as a trick of the light or a little too much to drink. jennifer smells like a nice jar of cherries that theo can't wait to sink his teeth into. that drew him in, her ability to keep up with him makes him stay. he gives her a smile that mirrors her own, his eyes gleaming with amusement & interest. she steps closer & his hand rests loosely on her hip, a breathy laugh expelling from himself.
" mmm, " he starts, brows knitting like it's something he really has to think about. his head dips down to brush against the shell of her ear & he speaks just loud enough for her to hear. " neck's a good one, but thigh's are even better. real sensitive down there, soft flesh... " his fingers tease beneath her shirt, warm skin beneath his touch causing that hunger to stir more in his gut. he pulls back enough to meet her gaze, lingering in her space. a smirk plays at his lips. " y'got a favorite? "
