vampire, yanderes and the subtle smell of rot

[father-salus]

Name: salus

Age: 20

Ocs:

ׂ╰┈➤Moon [fallen star] ---> Moon💫

Stanley [bully] ---> ■■■♡

Jackel [serial killer]

Sieron [vampire]

Shows I write for:

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

: ̗̀➛Midnight mass

: ̗̀➛Jjk

: ̗̀➛mystery of aaravos

: ̗̀➛demon slayer

*although I mostly do oc works

<🦇I'm just a silly goose guys🦇>

[father-salus]

BULLY X GENDERNEUTRAL!READER

WARNING : biting, bullying, consent only until later

"BHAHA oh you cant be serious! You really think this is gonna work?" Stan yelled for all his friends to hear. They laughed at the pathetic sight of you crouching, putting chocolates and a handful of letters into a locker. They were packed neatly with pink transparent mesh and a red ribbon. The type of gift one usually gives their valentine.

Honestly it was a bold move, rick was the star rugby player. The only reason you even tried was because in recent tutorial classes you guys seemed to be getting close, or at least you thought so. You thought wrong ofcourse because Rick was one of the many boys now humiliating you. Laughing at your face, tongues and teeth all visible like predators , pointing fingers at you. Not one of them stood up for you. Stan went on and on," come on now, you should have known how silly this is! I can't believe someone as smart as you did something so stupid." He sneered. He didn't even look at you, like you didn't matter, like he couldn't be bothered to put energy into his taunts, like your actions did the embarrassing for him. It made you feel all the more inferior.

Slowly the others got tired of the sad scene. You, sprawled on the floor clutching onto your gifts with your face turned away.

You stayed liked that for you don't knowhow long. Eventually Stan crouched next to you. "Why are you still here..." you had the courage to ask," everyone's already left, please just stop" rough hands grabbed your face and cleaned away thin trails of silver left behind on your cheeks by tears. "Don't be like that, I'm just showing you the truth. He doesn't want you. He'll never want you." You heard him chuckle as he tore open the package you put so much care into and stuffed his mouth with chocolate. "A–" he spoke while he ate "and you — know — what the best— part is?" He swallowed, came closer till his nose almost touched your cheek,"these are my favourite, now I get to have them all to myself " the perverted gaze of his suggested it wasn't chocolates he was talking about.

'What does he want?', You thought. Some form of confirmation that you were thoroughly aware of how moronic and delusional you are? Some way to tell whether his words had any affect on your self esteem? If so then sight of you crawling into your skin and closing up like a clam should have been enough. What reason does he have to pull you out of your cocoon, grab a hold of your face and- press his lips against yours.

Shocked and afraid, you didn't dare to move away. Eyes open you stared in horror, 'where is this going?' You thought to yourself, surely he means to tell all his friends about this, how he rubbed salt on your wounds exactly how he was rubbing his thumb near the corner of your mouth and wiping away saliva. He pushed further until you fell on your back and the kiss finally broke. Your breathing became heavy and your chest started tightening, his figure hovered over you covering the ceiling light.

For a while he stared at you, his eyes shifting from different parts of your face to parts of your body. Brown eyes like dusted with coco, framed by delicate wisps of eyelashes. Beautiful and innocent but they betrayed his true character which was revealed in instances instinct took over. When he licks his lips at the thought of your plush figure between his teeth, imagining the taste of your skin against his tongue, the shiver of your body only adding to his excitement. It made you feel gross, polluted and exposed.

"Hey... tell me something." Your ears perked up at the sound of his voice after minutes of awkward silence.

"Why not me? I pay so much attention to you and all you do is run the other way" he rolled up his sleeves while straddling your waist. Strong hands held down your arms, his head slowly bent lower and lower until finally your lips were greeted with a cheeky peck. His eyes once dominated by arrogance were now shadowed by something akin to pain."Don't you think I deserve a bit of love too? If you really think about it I'm the only perso- " before he could finish, you pushed him off and made a run for it. The school was mostly empty now, everyone had left for home or were far from you.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going ?" His speed was rapidly increasing and you were running out of breath. It was inevitable that he would catch up to you. You ran fearing what he might do to you when he caught up. You were about to find out.

A hand reached out and in one fell swoop he had you in his arms again. This time with a ferociousness that refused to let you go. Everything playful and teasing was gone now. Even then there was still this... desperation. He looked at you like a man starved, craving not your flesh but rather understanding. For you to understand his desire despite his wrongdoings of which he believed he had none, what wrong could be done in the pursuit of love? Was not your intimacy worth all his actions? Dew drops formed in the corner of his eyes. A hand of yours reached out, you felt comfort in knowing there was such want for you that it threatened to shatter the aggressive facade he had built.

To him, a lack of resistance meant acceptance. He kissed you once cautiously waiting for a reaction. When you further moved into his space and hovered near his lips he wasted no time, he locked your lips with his. A gentle touch still too scared to break your fragile trust, afraid to push too hard. You pressed harder against him, giving permission for him to do as he pleased. Soon he took charge and everything melted together. The heat of summer, the sweat on your clothes the clumsy kisses between breaths— unwilling to separate from one another for even a second. Animalistic sounds permeated the air, moans and cries whenever he would bite your lip in haste then run over the mark with his tongue just to taste the blood. Hands roamed unrestrained, a touch on his chest or a grab at your hips. Bodies moving to minimize the distance between you and him.

"Hmm ! " a sound escaped you as he rubbed you with his thigh . He was holding you up with his back touching the wall. " Stop, stop please. N-not here- " the words reluctantly left your mouth. Shame traveled from between your legs and throughout your body, a tightness formed in your stomach. He started to unbutton your shirt, you stopped him quick determined to protect what little image you had. Exhausted you begged," please... not here."

He put you down at last and attempted to fix you up. Straightened your collar, fixed your tie, all the while he looked like a rabid dog. Bloodied neck staining his shirt and yet the widest smile on his face. He looked as though he had been chewed up and spat back out, played with and tossed all possible ways.

"No fair, you play rough. I want a rematch"

The next day he showed up to school displaying the marks like trophies hardwon from battle with a beast. Ignoring all his friends loud remarks about sex with a vampire and girls with claws he walked straight to you. "Hey-hey-hey! Tuition. My house. Today. 7 o'clock. Let's see exactly what you've been teaching rick." Something about his tone and the heavy stare of lust paired with obvious attention to your lips made it apparent you'd be doing the learning this time.

[trigona-necrophaga]

my devoted but dangerously unstable knight will be hearing about this

[father-salus]

Ser I actually love oranges.

[ladythedrunken]

Oops all Daeron!

[kathrenax]

[hinasho]

Everyone in existence knowing Louis loves Lestat, except Lestat. Everyone in existence knowing Lestat saved Louis, except Louis. I can’t fucking stand them

[vesper4seance]

One of my favorite iwtv theories is that claudia was way more injured during the trial then louis described her/saw her as. No way that girl was locked in a box with starving aggressive rats and wasn't horribly maimed.

[blueberrymango]

Number one Lestat apologist, because the only time we’ve actually seen him not through somebody else’s eyes was: “did you hurt yourself?”

[8-bitbasil]

a bright young reporter with a point of view! ❤️

[vadeztwd]

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.”

[father-salus]

[m-au3-blog]

Thinking about how both Louis and Lestat couldn’t be trusted to hide their feelings from each other and forget the plot, so they entrusted Claudia and Antoinette to do it for them. They make me sick (lovingly)

[father-salus]

"You share a heart with him "

[petruswine]

I was talking with a friend today and he asked me "Why does everybody want Louis? He looks too flat." Which yes sure, and then he followed up with "this is the first time I'm saying this, but everyone's problems would be solved if they weren't gay" true, but then, then he said the truest truth of all truths, the essence of truth"Daniel Molloy is the only sensible person in this whole show" and I have never agreed more.

[palacesofmymind28]

v precious to me

[father-salus]

Thinking bout how lestat had his worst fear come to life when louis left with armand

[pacipinka]

*taps mic* is this thing on? Yeah okay so every vampire in the vampire chronicles is turned at critical a moment in their lives and beyond just the body they are in when they are turned, their mentality stays at that standstill for their entire immortality, Lestat was turned against his will, he was clinging onto Magnus begging him to be freed, so he’s constantly seeking freedom and only finding loneliness and thus turning back to people again and again, however he can’t STAND being told what to do, since he desires agency in his life so desperately, Armand was turned after years and years of abuse and lack of control but such a desire for genuine love, by a man he ‘loved’ so wholly who he felt was barring his love from him, he needs control in his life, he needs a ‘master’ but he does not desire it, it does not fulfill him, he is trapped in a room but the door is unlocked! Louis was mourning his brother, he felt like an utter failure and so he’s always seeking family, seeking people he can care for, he can coddle, he can prove he is good too, but he loves people who either cannot stand coddeling and need a sense of looseness to live (Lestat) or people who grow out of coddling who prove to Louis he will always fail the people he loves (Claudia), Claudias turning, in many MANY ways mirrors lestats in that it was against her will, she was stolen from her home, and in her immortality she desires freedom but unlike Lestat does not have the agency/ form to get it, she will always be small, she will always be looked down on, even by Lestat who cannot deny how much she is just like him *taps mic* ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!! NONE OF THEM CAN BREAK THE CYCLE!!! TO BREAK IT WOULD BE TO UNDO THE VERY FIBER OF THEIR IMMORTAL SELVES!! THE CYCLE IS THE BLOOD THEY DRINK IT IS THE HEART IN THEIR CHEST AND IT ROLLS AND ROLLS DOWN THE MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS OF THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER AND IT CAN NEVER BE STOPPED BECAUSE THEY WILL NEVER STOP LOVING EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

[m1ke-png]

My favorite couple in IWTV but high fashion