#gravekeeps

[hemat0lasluts-a]

closed for my pumpkin spice latte, @gravekeeps ♡

scott’s heart pounded as kenzie kissed him, her lips soft but insistent, pulling him deeper into the moment. his hands slid around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against his, the subtle way she leaned into him. his pulse raced; it always did when she was this close. he could feel the heat between them building, a tension that seemed to draw them together like a magnet.

but then, he felt her hands move. the brush of her fingers against the hem of her shirt, a quick tug upward that sent a surge of heat through his veins. he froze for a second, wanting it—wanting her—but something inside him pushed back against the urgency.

his hand moved, catching hers gently but firmly, stilling her. he broke the kiss, breathless, his forehead resting against hers. his heart was pounding in his chest, louder than the words in his head, but he couldn’t let it go this fast. not yet.

“wait,” he whispered, his voice rougher than he’d intended. he took a deep breath, trying to slow everything down, trying to clear his head from the haze of her touch. his thumb brushed her hand, a small gesture to show he wasn’t pulling away, just holding back.

“i just… i want to take this slow.” his voice was quieter now, almost unsure, but he meant it. he wanted this, but not like this, not all at once. not when he could barely think straight with her so close.

scott kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, steadying himself, feeling the weight of the decision. he wasn’t ready to rush, even though every fiber of him ached to. slowly, he opened his eyes, meeting hers, hoping she’d understand. hoping that, for now, holding her close was enough.

[thesmuttygazette]

closed for my love, @gravekeeps ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

ambrose stood in the doorway, watching leah as she slept . the moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow over her serene face. she looked so peaceful, so pure, and it only intensified the ache in his chest. he knew what he had to do, even though it was the hardest decision he’d ever make.

he moved quietly to her bedside, careful not to disturb her slumber. every soft breath she took was a reminder of the life she embodied, the light she radiated. he reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. his touch was featherlight, almost reverent, as if he feared tainting her with his presence.

ambrose’s heart twisted painfully at the sight. he had never felt more unworthy of someone in his long, tortured existence. she was an angel, a literal embodiment of goodness and grace, while he was a vampire, a creature of darkness and death.

for a moment, he let himself imagine what it would be like to stay, to be the man she believed he could be. but the truth weighed heavily on him, crushing that fleeting fantasy. he knew his nature, his past filled with blood and regret. he could never be the man she deserved.

“leah,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “i love you more than anything in this world. but you deserve so much more than what i can give you.”

he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering there as if trying to memorize the feel of her warmth against his lips.

“i have to go,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “for your sake. you deserve a life filled with light and love, not shadows and darkness.”

tears stung his eyes, but he forced himself to stand, to take a step back. he watched her for a moment longer, committing every detail to memory: the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the soft glow of her skin in the moonlight.

“goodbye, my love,” he whispered, his heart shattering with each word.

with one last, lingering glance, ambrose turned and walked away. each step felt like a knife twisting in his chest, but he knew it was the right thing to do. as he slipped into the night, he prayed that leah would find the happiness and love she deserved, even if it meant he had to suffer in the shadows alone.

[hemat0lasluts-a]

closed for my wet rat, @gravekeeps ♡

the night was thick with anticipation as dimitri and nadine moved through the shadows of the graveyard. his steps were silent, his senses sharpened, every instinct within him attuned to the hunt. he could feel the hunger gnawing at his insides, a familiar yet relentless need that pulsed through his veins. it was the kind of hunger that only one thing could satisfy.

nadine had taken her place as the bait, her slender figure standing out under a dim light. she looked vulnerable, almost fragile, the perfect lure for the prey they were hunting. but beneath her soft exterior was a resolve as sharp as any blade. they’d done this dance before, and she knew her part well.

dimitri’s eyes never left her, watching from the shadows as the target approached. the man was cautious, but his curiosity was piqued. he stepped closer to nadine, his voice a low murmur, trying to engage her. he felt a surge of possessiveness, a dark smile curling on his lips as he observed the man’s futile attempts.

when the time was right, nadine met dimitri’s gaze—her signal. he moved with blinding speed, his body shifting and warping as the transformation took hold. his flesh rippled, bones cracking and reshaping as his human facade melted away, revealing the monstrous ghoul within. his skin turned pale, almost translucent, and his eyes burned with a crimson intensity. a kagune—a mass of predatory appendages—erupted from his back, sharp and deadly.

the man barely had time to react. dimitri was on him in an instant, his hand wrapping around the man’s throat as he lifted him off the ground with terrifying ease. the man’s eyes bulged with fear as he tried to scream, but the ghoul's grip tightened, cutting off any sound.

there was no mercy in dimitri’s gaze as he leaned in, his lips peeling back to reveal rows of sharp, predatory teeth. he could smell the man’s fear, feel his pulse hammering beneath his grip. the hunger inside him roared, demanding to be sated. with a low growl, he sank his teeth into the man’s flesh, tearing through muscle and sinew with savage precision.

the taste of blood filled his mouth, rich and intoxicating. he felt the man’s life force ebbing away with each bite, his body trembling in the final throes of terror. dimitri devoured him methodically, his kagune wrapping around the man’s limbs to hold him in place as he fed. the world around him blurred as he focused solely on the act, the hunger driving him to consume every last drop.

when it was over, dimitri dropped the lifeless body to the ground, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. his breathing was heavy, but the hunger had subsided, leaving behind a sense of grim satisfaction. his one eye, still glowing red, softened as they found nadine.

                                                                 “i'm sorry,”

[hemat0lasluts-a]

closed for my love , @gravekeeps ♡

dimitri sat next to nadine on the couch, his focus intent on the open math textbook between them. he observed her concentration, the way her eyes scanned the problems, and how her pencil hovered over her notebook.

when she hit a snag, he leaned in slightly, placing a hand on her lower back. “let's go over this together, my baby,” dima pointed to specific sections of the textbook, explaining concepts with patience and clarity. he guided her through equations and problems, occasionally making notes or drawing diagrams to illustrate points more clearly. “i hope i'm not going too fast for you, mamas,”

his hand might brush against hers as he pointed out solutions or reviewed her work, a small gesture of reassurance. he remained attuned to her responses, adjusting his explanations based on her reactions, making sure she understood each step. “you're gonna ace your test. you have nothing to worry about.”

[hemat0lasluts-a]

closed for my love, @gravekeeps ♡

cecelia carefully lifted the unconscious man into her arms, her demonic strength allowing her to carry him with ease. she made her way to her home, a serene and inviting space nestled away from the usual chaos. the warm glow of lamps and the soft hum of a gentle breeze through the open windows created a soothing atmosphere, designed to calm even the most troubled of souls.

gently, she laid him on her plush sofa, ensuring he was comfortable. the room was decorated with a mix of soft hues and cozy furnishings, a stark contrast to the harshness of his recent fall. cecelia moved with practiced ease, preparing a gentle concoction that would help with his recovery.

she placed a cool, damp cloth on his forehead and softly brushed a strand of hair away from his face. her touch was tender, a delicate promise of care. she then settled nearby, ready to keep a watchful eye over him. as she sat, she spoke softly, her voice a murmur of reassurance.

“rest easy,” she said, her gaze fixed on him with concern. “you’re safe now. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

the soft sound of her voice, combined with the soothing environment, created a cocoon of tranquility, a refuge where he could heal both physically and mentally. cecelia’s presence was a testament to the unexpected kindness that could exist even in the most unlikely of beings, her gentle care a balm for his wounds and fears.

as he lay on the sofa, cecelia turned her attention to his wounds, methodically tending to each one with a practiced touch. she retrieved a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet, carefully laying out its contents on a small table beside him. the gentle rustle of bandages and the soft clinking of medical supplies filled the room, adding to the serene ambiance.

with a delicate touch, she cleaned his cuts and scrapes, her movements precise and gentle. the cool antiseptic she applied helped soothe the stinging sensations, and she carefully dressed each wound with fresh bandages. her hands moved with a tenderness that belied her demonic nature, every action infused with a genuine desire to ease his pain.

occasionally, she glanced at his face, ensuring he remained comfortable. the steady rise and fall of his chest reassured her that he was still stable. she adjusted the cloth on his forehead, making sure it stayed cool against his skin.

as she worked, cecelia hummed a soft, soothing tune, a melody that seemed to carry the warmth of her care. the atmosphere of her home, combined with her attentive ministrations, created a cocoon of comfort and safety. she was determined to ensure that when he woke, he would find not only relief from his injuries but also a space filled with kindness and understanding.

[thesmuttygazette]

closed for my judge, jury, and executioner, @gravekeeps ˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

dimitri sat there, steady and calm, though his pulse hammered beneath the surface. nadine was perched on his lap, warm and tight around him, and he felt every tremor she tried to suppress. he kept his hands resting lightly on her hips, grounding her, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against her skin. she was so close, so on edge, and the way she struggled to stay still, to hold on, fed something deep inside him.

he could feel the tension radiating from her, the subtle twitches of her body as she did her best to obey. the heat of her, the way her muscles clenched without meaning to—it tested his control as much as hers. but he held back. he always did, knowing that the waiting, the discipline, would make it so much sweeter when she inevitably caved.

his gaze never left her, eyes hooded as he leaned back, seemingly relaxed, though every inch of him was tightly coiled. he could sense her slipping, her quiet gasps reaching his ears, but he remained silent, letting her come to him. patience was a lesson he loved teaching her, even when it tested his own limits.

“little one.....”

the moments dragged, each second an exercise in restraint—for both of them. his hands tightened ever so slightly, not to move her, but to remind her that he was there, that he was in control, and that it was his call when this would end.

he could feel the heat building between them, the way the tension simmered, and still, he waited. dimitri’s jaw clenched, and a low, approving hum rumbled from his chest. he reveled in her endurance, in her determination, even as he knew that soon, very soon, it would be too much for her.

he wasn’t cruel, but he liked to push. to see how far she could go. and when she finally reached that breaking point, he would be ready. because when she did, when she whispered his name in that trembling voice, he would unleash everything he had kept restrained.

[swcctcrbittcr]

@gravekeeps plotted starter from henry

he walks through the small wooden church, a place where the group comes to worship regularly. to listen to him and david as they speak their words, their commands, the wishes for the good of them all. he's purposeful with each step, eyes on the girl seated on her knees at the end of the aisle, faced away from him and toward the alter. right where she belonged, where henry required her. grace was always so good, so obedient, doing exactly what she needed.

"i'm glad you're here." henry smiles, voice soft yet commanding as he steps behind her. "i've heard you've been putting in good work for the betterment of us all." a hand brushes through her hair. "i think you deserve a reward my love." leaning down he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head.

[swcctcrbittcr]

@gravekeeps plotted starter

for months river has been watching aiden. it didn't take long for her to figure out that her largest giver lived in her apartment complex. even less time to realize he had a perfect view into her bedroom window. she wonders if he had put two and two together yet. that the girl he watched each day and threw money at, was the same girl that got naked with her window wide open. he couldn't be so dumb to not notice right? did he know that it was all on purpose?

she's dressed in only a barely-there string bikini, sunglasses on and bag in hand as she passes through the mailroom to the pool. and there aiden is. many times river had timed meet-ups with him, letting him look down her cleavage as she bent over to pick up a package, making sure to 'forget' her top briefly went suntanning while switching onto her back. it was fun, watching him stare, feeling his eyes on her. today she figured she would offer a branch.

"hey!" she smiles over at him, glancing at the entrance to the empty pool. "no one is out there, and i need some help putting my sunscreen on my back, would you be a doll and help me out?" she beams, pushing her sunglasses up, and already searching her bag for the bottle.