lost souls

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Barty, secondary. (opens; verses)

Time vampire. Age Unknown. He/him. Owns a Cafe - mostly for the coffee, partially for the supernatural to find haven. Loooves being spotted from his Reddit thread.

Bella Rose, primary. (opens; verses)

Vampire. 372. She/her. Oft melancholic, homebody vampire. Lures men out of clubs to feed on them. Holds fast to the British accent. Misses the sun. Sire of Billie.

Billie García, primary. (opens; verses)

Vampire. 135. She/her. Party girl, romance writer. Was a human man for a while there but she's better now. Pink is the colour of the moment. Fledgling of Bella.

Callisto Jones, primary. (opens; verses)

Witch. 27. She/her. Stuck in her circumstances waded out of where she was drowning. Mom still alive, but only technically. Willing to curse your enemy for a price.

Chase Hawthorne, primary. (opens; verses)

Seer. 22. He/him. Sexy fry cook. Overprotective (twin) brother. Big flirt, big heart. Tries to be chill about his visions and hardly ever succeeds.

Demi | Damon, secondary. (opens; verses)

Demon. Ageless. They/them. Technically a soul collector but too busy having fun. Can change forms, depending on the day or the vibe. Uses their pointy tail like an extra hand.

Evelyn Marino, secondary. (opens; verses)

Mermaid. 24. She/her. Like if a girl was a seahorse. Sicilian, not Italian. Thick accent. Part-time photoshoot model, full-time coffee snob.

Flynn Hunter, primary. (opens; verses)

Beached Selkie. 25. He/him. Used to be a seal, now he's a man. Blind, but can hear really well. Works as a music producer. Really loves pastries. Older brother of Rion.

Hartley Greer, by request. (opens; verses)

Supernatural hunter. 32. She/her. Raised to hunt, but tired. Fashion writer by trade, travels often. Enjoys attention. Always wearing heels and carrying a designer bag.

Isaac Norman, by request. (opens; verses)

Mutant. 35. He/him. Orchard owner. Talks to plants. Southern boy. Wants to live a quiet life on his own but his momma's a meddler. Enjoys a cold beer on a hot day.

Macie Fingerman, by request. (opens; verses)

Mutant. 31. She/her Manipulates gravity. Studies rocks. Recently separated. Not handling it well. Daughter recently started exhibiting powers. Not handling it well.

Matt Julien, primary. (opens; verses)

Fae-cursed. 46. He/him. Australian. Pro streamer (chess, mostly). Has a side account where he posts faceless thirst cooking content. Experienced a drop in viewership on both accounts after a face reveal which wasn't a blow to the ego at all.

Morgan Lewis, primary. (opens; verses)

Cursed human. 32, technically. He/him. Artisan glass blower. Died once, came back. Kind of hates that he came back. Kind of hates that his fiancée stayed dead. Now immune to fire though.

Poppy Reynolds, primary. (opens; verses)

Banshee. 28. She/her. Mute. Screamed for the first time as a teenager, has not spoken since. Would cut her own vocal chords if she could. Works as a transcriber, takes herself to the theatre.

Rion Hunter, secondary. (opens; verses)

Fallen star. 18 but also not. They/them. Brand new human. Loves to learn, immediately forged documents and enrolled in a bunch of college classes. Altered their trajectory to land in front of a Very Specific Person. Younger sibling of Flynn.

Tate Adam, primary. (opens; verses)

Not that this is a bad thing, since it's in exactly the way that he likes, but Barty really should have anticipated this given the way they fucked before the pregnancy took.

"That's it, my love. You look so good like this."

Azrael sits astride his hips, the still-small swell of their belly framed by the caress of his hands - one of which slips down to their already-swollen clit as he grinds up against them.

Well - is it a surprise? They've not even made it past the little kitchen in Zetta's place, the redhead on their knees and pushing Cross' knee up onto the counter to get the best access possible.

She's dripping wet between her own thighs, as yet untouched, but completely focused on what she's doing - especially when Cross warns her that they're close to coming.

Rosie had set him up with a dildo, pressing it inside him then making him sit on a chair opposite the end of the bed to watch while she enjoys herself. Her legs are spread wide, vibrator on her clit and something huge thrusting in and out of her cavernous pussy with a slick noise.

He wants to touch. He wants to be touched. He wants to be the one to make her cum, to be the one fucking deep inside of her like that.

Instead, he's sitting here, on his hands, full to the brim - like a good boy.