what is there to even say… i am a 30 year old lady and i go by chems.
i am a writer and am interested in all things horror. my goal is to one day publish a vampire erotica novel. i also am into film, narrative television and trash reality tv. i’ve seen ghost six times in concert, barricade for three of them :). was also at the hometown show in linkoping and was interviewed by svt lol.
the band means a lot to me!
i write for ghost mainly and some mary goore. terzo is my king. i have also dabbled in arcane and bg3 :) who knows where this ghost hiatus will take me…
i do take askbox requests but i reserve the right to not fill the ones i don’t vibe with. please be respectful when sending requests. just like it is urged to tag posts that have potentially triggering topics in them, think about this before sending in your requests because some requests i've gotten have been a bit triggering to me.
author's note: v is for vampire :) blood sucking, boob sucking, fucking and scary shadow stuff. death and dying. despair. 1.5k words. 18+! mdni! thank you king kong photoshoot for making me finish writing this. ao3 link.
“Hello? Something there?”
Your voice rings out into the darkness, loud and tinged with fear. The window is open, curtains billowing in the frigid night air. Scratching. Squeaking. You bring the comforter up to your nose. A vain effort to hide, to put something in between you and whatever lurks in your room. The shadows begin to twist and writhe, swallowing up the bright light from the moon.
You’re left in complete darkness.
Eyes squeeze shut and you pray for this moment to be over, for it to be sleep paralysis that you’ll snap out of soon. A hand drifts along the comforter. Gentle. Almost teasing. It starts at your feet, dragging upward, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it travels beside your body. You can feel each individual finger through the fabric, cold as ice.
“Please…” A whimper escapes your throat as the hand reaches your shoulder, long fingers twirling in your hair.
“Shhh, pretty thing,” the creature purrs, “open your eyes. See me.” You don't want to. Every fiber of your being screams at you to keep them closed. But your body betrays you, eyelids fluttering open against your will. There, in the pitch black, you see its teeth first - rows upon rows of gleaming white, stretched into an impossibly wide smile.
Then you see the rest of him, materializing from the dark like smoke . A high-collared coat frames his dark figure, buttoned to the base of his neck with a sleek turtleneck beneath. On the upper half of his face sits a silver mask that gleams in the darkness. His visible eye is pure white. The exposed skin around his mouth up to his nose is painted white while his lips are an inky black that parts to reveal those terrible teeth. His hair is smooth, falling in gentle curls past pointed ears.
He steps closer, and you feel the mattress dip under his weight as he perches on the edge of your bed. His long, skeletal fingers continue their gentle caress through your hair, and you find yourself unable to look away from that bone-white eye.
"You called out to me. Did you know that, pretty thing?" he asks, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade.
"N-no," you stammer, shrinking away from his touch despite the magnetic pull of his gaze. "I didn't call anyone." It almost feels silly to argue but you’ll try anything to end this nightmare.
"Oh, but you did," he croons, leaning closer until you can feel his cold breath against your cheek. "Life got ya down? Feeling lonely? Lost in the dark?" His voice drops to a whisper, each question like a silken thread wrapping around your throat. Until you realize that his fingers have wrapped around your throat. "Those little whispers into the void - they're all little invitations to creatures like me."
You try to twist away, but his grip only tightens. Your thoughts have been mostly of a depressive nature lately; you feel stuck in your life and unsure if you’ve made the right choices. But your words weren't meant for him.
He knows what you’re thinking, his lips stretching into that terrible smile again. Frigid breath ghosts across your face as he speaks. “It’s not so bad. Let me help ease your burdens." His hand travels up your neck to settle beneath your jaw and he tilts your head to face away from him.
“W-what are you going to do?” Your voice is nothing but a breathless whisper now. Eyes dart around the dark room in fear, knowing that this is wrong. The thought of escape flutters through your mind, but he is overwhelming you. His free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, an almost tender gesture that makes your skin crawl.
The creature chuckles, dark and silky, like poisoned honey dripping from his lips. "Despair is delicious, to me, anyway," he murmurs, and you feel those razor-sharp teeth graze against the tender skin of your neck. Your heart thunders as his grip tightens. "I'll take it from you, pretty thing. Make you feel…alive again”. He gives a shaky breath before his lips press softly against your throat. A kiss, gentle and cold, sends shivers down your spine. Your hands find their way to his back, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat without any conscious decision to do so. You’d be lying if you weren’t interested in his words.
Another kiss, and another, each one leaving trails of ice across you. You know you should be terrified but you’re subdued by his touch. He shifts on top of you, his kisses growing rougher. Your breathing quickens, eyes wide as you stare into the dark abyss of your ceiling. Thoughts scatter like leaves. The creature's nail catches the collar of your t-shirt and he tears it down the middle to the bottom hem, a clean, slow cut.
You make a surprised noise, unable to choke words out as your exposed to him. His fingers trail down your sternum, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soft lips press against your collarbone, each kiss punctuated with a gentle scrape of teeth. You’re teetering on the edge of extreme danger and you know it - but you’re almost in a trance. Lost in how his mouth burns like frostbite. You feel his smile against you as his hands slide lower, splaying across your ribs. His mouth continues lower, kisses growing hungry and possessive. Lips hover over your heart, where your fear pounds in a violent rhythm. His teeth press down and you hold your breath, certain that this is the moment he'll tear into you. Instead, he chuckles against your flesh, dragging his nose further down your chest.
When his cold lips close around your nipple, you gasp and arch into the sensation. His tongue flicks against it as his other hand slides up to palm the other. A whimper escapes your lips as his teeth graze ever so slightly, sending sparks of electricity through your body.
His cold kisses and sharp teeth trail over you until his mouth hovers over your heart again.
This time he bites.
A flash of white light explodes behind your eyes and you cry out in agony. You’re transported somewhere else. A recurring nightmare of yours. You’re reaching out for the light as you fall into complete darkness. It moves further and further out of reach but instead of fighting, you let yourself go. Warmth spreads through your body. The darkness that once terrified you now wraps around you like a hug, soothing your fears away. The light above grows dimmer and dimmer, but your hands still extended toward it with no hope of ever touching it again. You don't mind anymore. Your muscles relax, tension melting away as you near the bottom of the pit.
The creature releases you.
Adrenaline explodes through your body, heart pounding against your ribcage as if trying to burst out of it. Lungs fill with a sharp, deep gasp of air. Your eyes fly open to find his face inches from yours, sharp teeth stained crimson with your blood bared. It drips down his chin, landing on you.
Before you can process, he crushes his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss.
The taste of copper fills your mouth as his teeth clash against yours. His tongue traces your bottom lip, cold and insistent. You can taste your own blood. You’ve already established that this is wrong, but everything feels electric. His cold fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear. The coolness of his touch soothing you. He unbuttons his pants. You feel his length press against your thigh, cold and hard. His mouth finds yours again in another bruising kiss as he positions himself between your legs.
The creature has made you come alive and now he wants to feel it.
He enters you slowly, stealing your breath away. The contrast between his icy touch and your feverish skin is maddening. His hips snap forward and you arch beneath him, a deep groan from your throat as he sets a merciless pace. His mouth finds your throat again, his teeth piercing your flesh once more as his thrusts grow more desperate. The sharp pain mingles with pleasure, making your head spin as you cling to him. Your nails dig into his back through the fabric of his coat.
His growls grow more feral with each thrust, vibrating against your throat where his teeth are still buried in your flesh. Your moans echo in the darkness of your room, unashamed and desperate. You're taking him deeper, harder, your body accepting everything he gives you. He releases your throat with a snarl, blood dripping from his lips as he looks down at you with that bone-white eye. His thrusts become more erratic, more animalistic.
Shadows pulse and swirl around you both. The creature's white eye glows brighter until it’s the only thing you can see. Your body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you cum. A strangled cry rips from the creature's throat, how you clench around him driving him to finish inside you.
The glow of his eye dims, and the shadows consume you.
“Oh, pretty thing," you hear from the darkness, "your despair tasted divine." His cold fingers trace your jaw. "And your liveliness... absolutely intoxicating."
