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MOMMY I NEW IDEAS. hear me out on werewolf coltland twins au. I saw a post and now I can’t unsee it. Imagine them in heat broooo? And then like how they both somehow ended up with their mate being the same girl which is our lovely reader. And they are so protective and god she smells good, and like they can smell when she’s aroused too and angry or sad or happy broooooo. I’m in too deep

"Tasting your meat, its tasting God".

Content: Fantasy AU where werewolves, vampires, fae, and witchcraft are real (but not that common). The whole work would be headcanons. Reader is a successful book writer and painter seeking peace.

Goose involved (and others): Holland March, Holly March, Healy, Sierra Six, Colt Seavers, Ryland Grace, Lars Lindstrom, Driver, Henry Letham, Richard Haywood, Luke Glanton, Ken. (And soon: K and Dan Dunne).

Summary: After your granny died, you didn't know much about her or why your mother was so distant from her. But it was a really nice looking house in the middle of nowhere, so you took it, without knowing the surprises you will find in the same neighbourhood.

Tw: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! +18, Minors, fuck off! Necromancy, Bad dads/Bad moms, Mentions of eath, Deals with demons, Blood, Gore, Somno, Fingering, Pussy eating, Minor deaths, Craving for human meat, Blood sucking, Breeding kink (for the werewolf brothers), Rutting, Jealousy, Voyeurism, Creepy behaviour, Stalking, Male masturbation, Jerking off, Hypersexuality, Fantasies of having a threesome, Reverse harem, Poly relationships (this TW list is very tamed, pls stone me to death if i miss a tag).

A/N: I love that idea, but I would love to expand that universe! This is so fun!!! I know this would not have as much smut as I would love giving (I still don't know how cool you all are with monster fucker), but this is just the beginning. I know @whosregan, you asked me for Henry and Richard being ghosts, I will grant it, but with a little twist (I don't know how to add in this post both requests).

Remember that English is not my first language, I'm so sorry...

Enjoy!

Sierra Six (Wendigo).

Like every normal father, his was a fucking cunt. His Dad was obsessed with cryptids and were beings, he loved them more than all of them together, and that's why Mom left him; with all her sons behind included and never returned, not even called once. When his dad started experimenting with his oldest son first, he accomplished in giving him the curse (he kicked a witch's backyard roses), and that's it! That's how his father ruined his life, and later for the rest of his sons.

Being a Wendigo is not that bad, the part that is sucks is where he has to protect his brothers of harming others around the neighbourhood and themselves as one, and Wendigos are not that nice on provocation, he is more destructive and aggressive as a Wendigo than his siblings, but the transformation doesnt suck as much as theirs.

By the surprise of everyone, he didn't killed his father, he wished he did. But at least they inherited a good home, where him and his lads can live and survive without people outside with fire and pitchforks waiting for them. He is the one who always hears the news all day after a full moon walking night. He knows it is torture, but he is terrified for the well being of his baby brothers.

He opened a café restaurant where he runs it with pride; they don't make much. But it's in the middle of a town, which leads to the Appalachian Mountains, is a good place to rest, there is never a single boring day. He is tired and he has to think in the consequences of the actions he did as an agent with supernatural strength; he has done literal horrors, but at least he is trying to do good (as far as he can, he is trying!). His brothers also work with him in the cafe, is easy and it keeps their hands and minds busy.

Colt Seavers (Werebear):

He was the second child to suffer from the consequences of his dickface father, he couldn't be just a normal were being, no! He had to be a grizzly bear were being! The combination is brutal, he has destroyed the kitchen six times at home (and other people's, too). He has destroyed his bed more times than he would ever like to admit, so that's why he surrendered and he now sleeps on the floor, full mattress, he looks like an irresponsible twenty year old freshman out from college, and it looks worse when he is in his middle thirties, but he has a good reason, he would love having a nice bedding! (He buys a lot of furniture and home decoration magazines, because he yearns for a life like that. Torture, or some kind of porn, same shit).

He got to be a werebear because his dad broke the same witch window with a brick and broke a her favourite dish, it had a bear in it.

He loves his job as a stuntman, it could be nicer if he didn't had such horrendous hangovers after every full moon; he heals fast, that's why he is very required, he is not as agile as his twin brother, but he is stronger (and ridiculously heavy even in human form). The whole concept is stupid. WHY EVERY FULL MOON? Who made this fucking rules? Why not a few hours? Or why not every Monday? Still, outside that he has sneak his way inside Walmarts and eat the entire cereal section, he is fine. He hates the shedding part, is his least favourite part of the whole shitshow. It's basically being hairy as hell after turning back into human. His siblings call him 'Sharpay Evans', like that girl from 'Highschool musical' because he has the vanity of taking a full skincare and shaving routine, but he has to look good for the cameras!

He works in the restaurant as a barista, he likes it, its relaxing, he has to travel for the stuntman jobs, the rest of the time he is the owner of the bar. He can't ignore the weird shit that always happens when you live in the skirts of the Appalachian mountains. He hates the shapeshifters, they are like mosquitos, but more annoying, they always bother him when he is doing his business in the bathroom, calling him with any of his brothers voices. He likes Mothman's, they are fun to fuck with, very nice gentleman's.

Ryland Grace (Werefox):

A werefox, who's dumb idea was it? It has its pros, but come on! It's stupid! His older brothers look metal as hell, meanwhile he looks like weird, lanky dog who walks on two feet. He is definitely the smartest of his siblings when he is transformed. He cannot talk, but communicate. He can be rational. He watched an entire season of 'Brooklyn 99' in his were form, sitting on the couch, chilling. He deleted the video from the cameras, the fucking picture was horrifying and uncanny as shit (Colt took a screenshot and made it into a sticker they use in their group chat).

The witch cursed him as a werefox because his dad broke the gnomes and the fox base on her backyard; he is thankful she didnt turned him into a gnome or something worse.

He still gives classes, he loves being a teacher, he doesn't have many students, but he loves what he does anyway. He is scared to shit of ghosts, he swears he almost fainted once when a whole semester he thought he had twenty students, and after they graduated, he discovered four were dead kids (they still had nice grades though, and they were very attentive to his courses, but he was pale the rest of the day).

Grace was the one that takes Colt's heavy ass out of Walmart every time when he sneaked in. They would not pay for the damages, were beings are not something to be well perceived in society, it's taboo to come out as one. He doesn't have any need to come out, being a smart were being feels just like a live action Furry and that's cool (he still needs his glasses anyway).

Lars Lindstrom (Traditional werewolf):

Little pupper of the bunch, the baby brother and the last sibling to be cursed, thanks to his father's mistakes (he wrote 'stupid bitch' in her car with spray and now he has to be a dumb big dog forever). He doesn't have any complaints as a werewolf, actually. They describe him as Bernese mountain dog, but bigger and chonkier (by Rylands description, because he is the only one fully conscious in the change). He has full painful hangovers after getting back from the change, he feels almost the same things as women do in their periods. Cramps, headaches, constipation, he feels and lives life afterwards in hell (and that's why he leaves free pads and tampons in the women's bathroom in the restaurant, and free candy. He wishes he can do more, but that would be invasive, he knows how it feels).

He works a full time job in the restaurant as the main chef, he likes changing the menu once in while from the regular to the specials, they have their main clients; he always tries to give them the best service he can make, no matter if he is suffering inside after the hangover. He surprisingly loves his job.

The greatest damage he has ever done as a werewolf was shitting in someones frontyard (that woman had it coming, she said awful things about him and his brother's restaurant on Facebook!). They tried chain themselves in the basement, just like Dad did. But the thing is that they are not that young anymore. He was ten when his dad gave him the curse. The older the stronger you get, chains are now like paper to them, even for Ryland, that he is the weakest of them all.

Their dad died of diarrhoea, the doctors couldnt explain why, but he just confessed he threw shit on her house, expecting she might finally turn him into a werewolf. They don't miss him, they all piss in his grave every full moon.

Henry Letham (Highborn Vampire):

Being born a full vampire has its quirks, it's not well seen for his kind to lower themselves and transform humans, why bother give the the gift to the caddle? But he doesnt like the ways of his kind, he hasn't ever had a single happier day in those two eternal centuries he spent with his parents, until a vampire slayer killed them in a party. He was now the full heir of the titles and fortune he never asked (but he doesnt complain because he is an artist and he doesnt like being poor, God, he wished he could have met Oscar Wilde! He had the chance and he couldn't take it!).

He was making his travels in the American continent, until he stumbled into a horrifying scene, it was pure luck, he doenst like going out, but he fancied a long walk that night. There was a low born vampire attacking three young men inside their homes. 'Ettiquete!' yelled Henry, enraged by the savagery of the feral vampire, he killed him in a snap. But it was too late. The two younger brothers were drained to the pulp, laying down stone cold. And the oldest was agonising, trying to reach the closest sibling corpse. He promised he would never do it unless he asked him for it.

The man was beautiful, pale and sweating with his horror painted in his eyes as he was bleeding away, eyes he still paint them in secret. "Would you wish to become like this?" he asked, showing him his fangs, holding him like a babe, he was terribly sad, he could save him, but he cannot do much for his family. The beautiful man just nodded, shivering, he must feel such coldness. He let him taste the gift, the infection pouring out of his mouth, it might be corny to save him with a kiss, smearing and tasting his own blood. But that's all he asked of him, a kiss of grace from him, obviously, Driver wouldn't stop there.

Driver (Low born Vampire):

Tears and horror he experienced that night still haunt him to this day. They don't know where the vampire could have come from, but he ruined their lives in one night, and another one just walked by to change it.

Henry stayed with him to hug his grief, he helped him when the authorities declared him dead, because even if he is transformed into a vampire they all die first, he would rise up in three days, Henry handled the paperwork of him and his brothers corpses. When he was out, he gave him the simplest introduction: you can't drink the blood of a dead person, you heal fast, but it depends on the injury of how fast that heals, you can tolerate the sun in cloudy days, a full summer day can burn you like a leaf, he has to eat at least once a week; he can eat human food, but it wouldn't be as nutritious as blood. He cant have the same strength and powers as the same vampire that turned him, but at least it must have to one or two gifts from it from him and one new of his own. Henry is a full born vampire, he has the full pack: super speed, strength, floating, mind control and a love for burning things and many others. Driver got the speed, strenght and by his own got the gift of mind reading, Henry is kind and gentle teacher.

He now works in the same workshop with Luke, but his shifts changed almost entirely to night time only (almost anything changed except he has to hunt for Henry and him, he uses glasses and an umbrella on daylight and he has new roommate). Driver doesn't mind becoming almost like Henry's butler, he has saved him and his brothers, he bought the house and renovated it to not look like the literal piece of shit it was before.

Luke Glanton (Succubus):

Henry got the idea: only someone with true powers, like a witch, a fae, or a high-rank vampire, can summon Class B demons. He knew we would go to Hell. He died and woke up in the fire, it wasn't surprising, he tried to accept it, but it was horrible. Every second he spent there was a nightmare (every second on earth was like ten years down there). Just when he thought he would never get out of there, he was pulled out from that shithole. Well, he discovered that Hell has several floors, and where he was it was like a kindergarten for sinners, and the upper floors was an office. Hell is a bureaucratic enterprise and they wanted him for Henry to sign a contract.

Henry doesn't have a soul, vampires who are born are damned to live without one. But he can give him his energy in exchange for him being there on earth. He can still make more contracts with other humans. He cant kill Henry because his source of energy is limitless, but a human? Delicate. He has made contracts with humans who asked him being their sexual slave (thinking he is a prostitute), what they don't know is that once they sign, he doesn't stop. He is in full lust all time, all day, his range is endless, he has the power of teletransportation or shadow walk, it's cool having something faster than his motorcycle, but he still loves that piece of junk anyway. He gains money and other stuff by his contracts, he can take whatever he wants, they are dead! And the police might never got him because he is declared dead anyway.

People don't recognise him, because whoever met him in life see a different face, is the illusion. But is surprising how much fun he is having now. He fucks Henry when he asks him to, even when he is the biggest contract benefactor. He knows Henry and Driver has feelings for each other, he doenst know why they haven't said anything, but he let them be.

Richard Haywood (Ghost):

He is stuck, he had unmade business and he doesn't know what it is, apparently dying at the ripping age of twenty one can make you live in limbo. He can't remember what it was, how convenient! Being a ghost is fun. He can't get out of the house unless they take his ashes with him. It would be so much fun if he could just walk into other people's houses and terrorise them. But his brothers are aware of his will power, so that's why they keep him together. Which is hypocritical because Driver is running around making murderous errands for his not yet boyfriend Henry, and Luke is out there being a whore and killing everyone with his bussy. But he can't just go and scare the living shit out of people? BORING!

Richard can taste, eat, smell and feel pleasure. He just doesnt have the need of going to the bathroom or sleeping, or ageing. He doesn't use doors anymore. He hides his brothers things, and they cannot harm him (only witches can do that shit). He cock block his siblings private times when he is too bored. He wishes he can be a demon like Luke, and make deals with humans, but he has to remember whatever unmade business he had to know where he would go, he asked his brothers what it was, but they don't know.

He was the one who opened the door to the low born vampire, he was the first one to die.

Ken (Fae/Changeling):

He is an exile because he made a fairy trap in the future and somehow got a non human being trapped into the present. Fucking with the timelines of the present and future are against the rules. They can only send people to the past. So he has now been punished to live with the mortals and handle the life of the non human being he harmed for the rest of his days.

He got a house, he chose that place because is full of magical beings, and it's closer with a funny looking woods, the whole neighbourhood is full with vampires and werebeings, he cant explain how others havent noticed that yet, the whole street reeks of them, and he suspects there is another one he can identify yet.

His cousin Dan and the subject they harmed are still in the fae kingdom getting judged, they let him go earlier, so he is just waiting for them to arrive. It is fun fucking with all of the people. He shifts into a cat just to bother the werebeings and slap their stupid faces, it's so fun! He shifts into an Amazon deliverer, he delivered silver jewelry, or crucifixes, or bibles, or Colleen Hoover books to the vampire house. He cant wait for his cousin comes to fuck around with him!

Holland March (Undead man/zombie):

Holly can tolerate many things her father has done, but dying hasn't ever been in her options. She didn't let him go, he doesn't have her permission. Healy brought his body after one of the missions went wrong. She was just a basic level witch, nothing much. That night, she became a necromancer.

Healy stayed with them, guilt ate him alive, he cannot forgive himself for letting a little girl almost become an orphan. Holland was a pain in the ass, but he was his, his best friend. And he was terrified to the bone when he watched that little girl make her dad rise from the dead. It was hard to stabilize him, he was dead, his nervous and motion systems are a little fucked. It was a little difficult to teach him how to talk or move, the hardest thing was that he destroyed everything because he was stupid.

After months he is fully recovered, he is the same one he was before and thank God he was a fresh dead piece of meat when Holly brought him back, because it would have broken his heart to see himself ugly and decomposing. He cannot die, he heals really fucking fast. He is stronger than before, because he broke the shower by accident. They can cut him in pieces and put him back again like a potatoe head and nothing would happen. He only needs raw meat and he is cool.

He died because he got dumb against a vampire. He knew the odds of his job, being a monster hunter, did actually kill him. But now he is a monster, he sees it all in kinder eyes, but none the less, he is still doing his job. They moved into another neighbourhood, a town full of cryptids, and they hit the jackpot because even there is a very annoying Fae with them.

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Your parents gave you your grandma's house just like that! They didn't want it because she never liked it at all, and because it is in the skirts of the Appalachian mountains, of course it is haunted as shit. But you started to have fan stalkers trying to get inside of your home, so you might like try to disappear from the public eye, have a little peace. Your grandma had a full manor, it was in good shape, you are surprised, how old was she? Like, ninety eight? This is astounding! Your mum said she lived alone. But you'd doubt that might be true, because how the fuck she could maintain this house without help, and how are you going to do that? The house must be worth millions, with the fresh, clean oak, dark and bright. The wallpapers were delightful to the eye, and the little furniture left were real, heavy, made to last. There were colourful tiles in every bathroom. And you don't have to pay a single penny.

"I think we have a new witch in the neighbourhood," said Healy, watching outside the window. They knew the old lady who used to live in the big, old, fancy house. She was a true cunt, but she never fucked with them, so they respected that. It could have been helpful for Holly's studies in witchcraft, colleges give pretty juicy scholarships for witches for their abilities, Holly could have great lines of jobs in the future if she works hard, but she never talked to them once in the little short time they could handle to meet her. Holland and Healy never got the need on exterminating her because she did not harm to anyone, the ones they are trying to kill are some random vampires they can't hunt yet and a succubus. The demon has killed three people in a month, humans are starting to get concerned, specially in such a small town. "We don't know if that's for sure," said Holly, making a barbecue for his dad, his cravings for human meat has been making him nauseous lately. He can eat raw animal meat, he can endure the pain. "Yeah, because who has money to buy that house in this economy, huh? Is she young?" asked Holland, taking the hot drink and gulping it in one sit, it must have burned all his insides, but he doesnt feel pain anymore. "She is... cute?" said Healy embarrassed. "Cute?" Holland wants to end this conversation now. Holland wants to see if that's true, but you just got inside his house. Unless they stumble on you or they introduce themselves, there is no way he can judge how you look like. But he is painfully intrigued. "You are drooling again," said Healy, the beverage secondary effects. "Fuck!".

A white cat arrived at your doorstep, screaming for attention, rubbing against your legs. It was so lovely and fluffy. You can't hold yourself not to carry him with you and pet the beautiful creature. "You have beautiful eyes!" you say, there were big blue crystal eyes looking at you, it even had lashes and shit, the cat could be a model (wow, you can't believe a cat is prettier than you, but that's the point of having cats, right?). "Do you want to help me with the packages? Oh! Let me find a few juicy pieces of bacon for you!" You took him inside your home, Ken watched the entire house, this place stinks of witch, he smell it in you too, but he would have fun fucking with you while you still don't know how to harm him. It was very lucky that you weren't wearing any piece of iron jewelery with you while he accepts those sweet pets. He took the bacon, he was hungry but he would never say no on anything coming from you. You are so pretty, he knows some fairies that would be jealous of you. He likes that, even if you don't know what he really is, you talk to him while you unpack your stuff. "Do you really know a good market around here? I'm starving!" He could give you food, but he would have to take you to the fae realm where he is an exile, if he sets foot there they would kill him immediately. But he knows a good place to eat, he has never entered, he only knows the dumb owners. He took a pretty piece of clothing of yours and ran away, waiting for you to follow him, thank God the front door was open. "Come back! Bad kitty!" You ran after him, you really like that shirt. You cant explain why you took your purse but not your phone with you. That beautiful stupid cat lead you to a classic Americana restaurant, it was beautiful and cozy inside. "Oh... remember me to give you better treats next time," you told him after petting him one more time, you were planning on taking him inside and maybe adopt him, but, you can guess, he just likes being wild. You ran a long way to get there.

Getting inside smelled nicer than you expected. You get a seat on the booths next to the window; it was a gorgeous day, it looks like it's about to rain soon, you panicked a little because you left the door open on your house, but you don't even own a TV anyway, and your stomach was eating itself. The brothers smelled it all at once. It was an electrifying shock through their spines, Lars almost fucks up the food over the pan because of it. Witches are either revered or feared. They are like catnip to any magical type if the witch is open or too weak to let them in. Were beings have heat cycles, they choose fertile partners by smell, and yeah, witches can be a good option, but there was something different on that woman; it was primal and almost intoxicating for them (and apparently the four brothers are designed to like the same type for breeding, how great...). Ryland just got back from work on school, it was a calm day. He shoved the young waitress away from you like he is a football player to reach you and take your order (Lars is crying in the kitchen; he wants to meet you too, but he has orders to make!). "H-Hi! You are totally a new face!" said Grace softly, his throat aches for talking too much in class. The guy is hot and that blond shaggy hair with his nerdy glasses aren't helping you at all. "Yeah!" you laughed like an idiot, why are you blushing? You whore! "I just moved here yesterday" you said, nodding, sitting straighter. "Oh, you are the new owner of Miss Crawley house?" Oh wow, small town! "Yeah, she was my grandmother," you confirmed him, he looks like if a golden retriever had a wish to become human. "Im your neighbour! Im not a stalker or anything! We just saw your moving trucks and the boxes..." You two laughed nervously, Six and Colt watch from afar with a sting of jealousy on their chests. Colt can't reach out first because unless she orders alcohol at four in the afternoon, he doesn't have a chance, and Six is helping stuffing the refrigerators. "We?" you asked. "Me and my brothers, we own the restaurant and we live together." Cute! "It's a wonderful place, it smells amazing!" you tell him, smiling. He panics because he hasn't taken your order and he is just bothering you with questions. They tried to be calm around you while you ate your food, because your smell is amazing! But God smiled upon them and granted them some luck, it started to rain heavily. Clients ran away because streets would be hard to pass, and the majority live crossing the woods. They have to close the whole place. You were in a trainwreck, you don't have a phone to call a cab or your car. You are alone on an island, without friends or tools. Colt noticed the lucky little detail. "She doesn't have a car!" he whispers in the kitchen where Six is finishing with the counting of the storage, Lars is taking the final looks on the kitchen and Ry is reading some boring ass article at his phone. "How do you know that?" asked his twin. "She hasn't flew out yet and I can smell her concern," he said, smiling ear to ear, it might be cruel to be happy for this, but how cannot see this was destiny. "Oh, poor thing," said Lars peeking outside carefully to not be seen from the little kitchen window to you, to confirm that you were praying for the rain to stop (which it is not going to stop, it would get worse). Six looked the same way behind his baby brother, very right on the nose, you were getting more and more uneasy because they are packing all for leaving, and what do you do? You cannot see anything in a few meters away open for shelter. And even so, you cannot guess if its open or not. "She is our new neighbour" said Ryland with a 'I know something you don't' grin. He looks at the floor because he cannot contain the excitement. "Oh fuck, this is Christmas!".

If Ryland was hot, his brothers are the next few levels of hotness. Six and Colt have arms that could break your spine with their pinkies. Introducing yourself with them was the biggest challenge of all, touching their big, raspy hands without not feeling a twitch on your coochie was something else you haven't experienced before in your life. And they offered you a ride back at home, because you are neighbours, lucky you! Ryland uses his bike that's on the back of the truck. It was big, red and better looking inside of what you might believe four owners of a restaurant might own. Six was the one in the wheel, he could watch you from the mirrors, Ryland was in the passenger seat, putting very soft music, the sound of rain and your voice was enough. And Lars and Colt are on your sides, almost guarding you in the middle. "I'm so sorry your grandma died," said Colt, trying to be smooth and sleazy. "I never knew her," you said with a smile. "She had a big house, do you live there with anyone?" asked Ryland, Six wants to punch them both with a pan. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want" said Six with a tight smile, he is driving slow to gain more time with you and that delightful smell, he might have to jerk off four times to rut, knotting is way more difficult to wash away without the presence of the ideal partner; which now he has to see a way on how four werebeings are going to share. "I don't live with anyone, I met a cat today I might like to adopt though," you said, not bothering at all, you tell yourself you might have to change some security systems after this. You are not short, but they are fucking massive, even Lars chunkiness are making you thirst. They can smell your little, aroused cunt. Lars is about to faint, holding the seat, ruining the leather. "Wait, what colour was the cat?" asked Colt, raising an eyebrow, he needs to punch himself in the wall, he is way too fucking horny right now! "White like snow and two sapphire eyes, he is beautiful! I think he has an owner, no way a street cat can be that clean!" The entire inside of the car just tensed, they all hate that fucking cat, they know it's special because it smells different. That cunt has scratched their faces too many times, the cat leaves traps inside the bushes just to poke their eyes. It leaves pieces of silver hidden in the house or inside their pocket pants. They HATE that fucking cat! "Stay away from that cat," said Six, hiding the bad humour from remembering the time the cat bit his balls once in his Wendigo form. "He doesn't have an owner, but stay away from stinky street cats, we don't want you to catch anything from it," said Ryland, faking a sweet voice. "You don't like cats?" you asked, red flag! red flag! The brothers started to mumble nonsense. "Actually, science says-" started Ryland, interrupting Colt's excuse that dogs are better, he doesnt believe that anyway. "We just don't like that cat, we are in peace with all cats," said Six, saving the day. "Except that one," said Lars, that cat ruins his laundry by scratching the clothes and making it fall to the mud. "Well, thank you so much for the ride! It was nice meeting you!" you said, waving good bye and running towards your door, that was still wide open, nothing happened, except the white cat was sleeping inside your underwear drawer.

The dog house, or what they like to call themselves, it's easier; started watching you. Following you around. They knew where are the places you started visiting more often, the market you took as your definitive preference, they could smell the painting still staining on your skin, and they just wondered deeply, what did you do. You didn't get out of the house if it wasn't for shopping, food or anything of necessity. Six and Colt liked walking around in the morning, running over your house (just a little peek over the open windows and leave). Lars kept making you food on topers and insisting of coming out more often, to stop by at the café. But you don't want to bother them more than you already are, specially if Lars keeps feeding you those greatly. Ryland started leaving little by little pieces of clothes of his or his brothers in your laundry you keep drying outside. You wondered who might be these clothes, you cant remember which ones was from your dad, but you keep them because they smell really good.

Apparently it was raining season, but that doesn't stop Ken from visiting you, ignoring all their warnings. You love that cat. You never give him cat food because he never touches it, he only takes what is yours. You spoil him a lot. But he is very cuddly and conversational, he is good company when your family or friends don't call you. Life is been calm and easy, you might want to start gardening, it sounds like a cool hobby. The cat stares at you all the time when you change your clothes or you take a bath. You don't bother, is just a simple cat. But the brothers are right, the cat is naughty. He leaves you a lot of jewellery everywhere (you should be worried of where he is stealing from, but... you cannot complain, they are pretty as hell, it has a lot of pretty stones, there must be somewhere or someone with a business and he is just taking them). Ken loves being your cat, he cant wait for you to know he has a very good looking human form and lick that cunt of yours with a textured tongue (he can shift into whatever he likes, being a cat is his favourite because people, even animals, respect him. A bob cat tried to kill him the other day, now he is a rug). He has noticed the interest around you, how the doggies are trying to get closer and closer to you, sniffing under your skirt, he can do that!

"I want to know the new neighbour!" whined Richard, he has been pouting and asking repeatedly nonstop ever since. And Driver neither Henry have a clue on how are they going to introduce themselves to a woman who lives by herself, and two, how are they going to hide his ashes without looking absolutely insane? Richard has been bothering Henry all day, floating around him like a fly, he can’t hurt, not even with words. "Driver, tell the service staff that please stop speaking to me!" Driver looks at him slowly; he is the service! Henry immediately regrets it now. "C'mon, dude, let’s meet the cute neighbour! Her pussy must taste like chocolate chips and shit," he said, still looking at you, walking around the house, he stares at you for hours, peeking the little views he can grasp, nobody would complain, outside Luke, Driver and Henry, nobody can see him. "Please don’t talk about her pussy," says Henry, touching his temple. "Sorry, I didn’t know you were fully gay!" Henry is about to lose his shit. "Driver, can you tell the service all vampires are a little gay! Also, bisexual, by the way!" said Henry, showing the fangs. "Yeah, we all are," he admits, he is bi too, even Luke appears out of nowhere, dead silent, shocked with the rest and their silent 'oh!'. Being gay in this world is so normal, more acceptable than being a low born vampire or were being, but Driver doesn’t look queer at all. Well, they thought wrong, apparently, and Henry has so many plans for that. It was night, you wondered who might have the time to visit you at this time. There were three good looking men, does every handsome dude have the legal necessity of living in the same house in this town? Driver was holding Richard ashes, poured over a box of cigarettes with tape on his jacket pocket. Driver made some cookies from scratch for you. "Hi, we are your neighbours and we wanted to give you a warm welcome, my name is Henry," he said, extending his cold hand to you. Why is everybody you have known hot as hell? You smile and introduce yourself, he is very polite, his manners feel like a million bucks. "We live in the front house," said Luke, tasting your magic like if he was a vacuum cleaner, he can't wait to make a contract on you to start fucking you senseless. Luke’s hand is hotter. "This is for you, and I’m Driver and he is Richard," he said giving you the cookies, but you were kind of confused. "Who is Richard?" you asked, looking again to the plate, they look amazing. Henry pursed his lips, cunning little weasel! "He... is our brother who was with us a few minutes ago, I don’t know where he is". Richard is smiling wider; he shrugs his shoulders, looking at them, where they ignored him because you will start to think they are all fucking crazy. "She was moving a very heavy furniture here in the back!" shouts Richard, who walked all over them and you to spy. As hard as it is accepting that, knowing that information was useful, Henry grinned. "You look tired, are you okay?" he asked, making you blush; he notices your sweat, he can smell it and he wants to lick you clean; your blood is special, the rarest, only fifty humans have it and only heavily powerful witches too. "Pfff, yeah! I was just moving some things; you know what it is," you said, trying to look cool. "We can help you!" said the four of them, but you could only hear three. "Especially if those things are heavy," said Henry enthusiastically. They did help you with all the heavy furniture. With that, you can finally finish storing everything out. "I hope you know how am I going to pay you, I have cash in my purse!" you said, almost running towards it. "It was nothing!" they all say, Richard just took the pack of cigarettes from his jacket and hid it inside the couch pillows, he has to think in a proper place, but you are still figuring everything out. Everything weighs like nothing. You did thank them and gave them fifty bucks each. Richard has a path to help his siblings and Henry, some quirky things, and, of course, information. He is going to have so much fun!

You thought you could finally enjoy some peace; your long and eternal job of unpacking has finally ended. It was a really nice, full moon night, and you sat beside your backyard window to read. Until a huge dog licked your corridor window before you; you giggled, he was cute as fuck; you were tired as shit, you wished you knew who it was, that dog, to come out and pet him, but you fell asleep thinking how fluffy and adorable the dog was (Lars could taste you across the glass, he could break it easily, but he wanted to be good boy and just steal a piece of clothes of yours you were hanging outside in the yard. The four brothers marked territory all around the house). They might have to figure it out: how are they going to get closer to you. They just pray for you to never let them in, or walk outside on full moons, they are aware of the things they might do on that chance.

Driver hasn't stopped thinking about you, about that smell, that delicious taste is still printed on the back of his mouth, craving for more; he craves you like he would ask for air. He is still a low born vampire, his impulses are not as regulated and controlled as Henry's. He read your mind that day; you think they are all very good looking. And they would use that against you. He watches you in your sleep after he hunts for food, he gets animals when there are no drunks around. From outside your window he watches you, craving to get inside, maybe take a peek. Henry always drags him back at home. But Luke doesn't get himself behind, he leaves tiny little peaks on your unconscious. He can't fuck you unless you make a contract, sometimes he feels like being a sex demon is like being a celestial blue app star. You always wake up with a stain of your needy soakness.

Richard noticed the little visitings. It was so annoying to look at the werebeings, his brothers, sniffing around. He has told Driver and Henry they are the werebeings running around, ruining their hunts, but they say he has to keep himself away from it. They don't want a fight. It's going to be a problem having the puppies not minding their own business. He has a big time with you, he knows he is making you insane when he turns on and off the lights, he moves things, he discovered your sex toys (man, how can they compete against those things? Those are huge!), he likes to sniff your cunt when you sit anywhere and your legs are wide open. Thank you God he is a ghost! When his nose starts to brush your clit, you jump, it's not unpleasant but is shocking. He likes watching you change and shower, he noticed that white little freak of a cat likes to watch, like him. The little shit even notices him, there is something off about that animal. One night, he goes further while you were sleeping. He starts licking your uncovered pussy, he took your panties off, you only sleep with a shirt and that unnecessary piece that is on his way to his prize. He moans at your taste, you do taste sweet! His tongue travels up and down, inside your whole and again towards your warm and slicky folds. He could only hear you moaning or complaining on how are you feeling like this while you sleep. He wants to take it a little bit further. He sinks both his index and middle finger inside you and suckles on that sweet, soft spot. He was drunken at your groggy and confused pleased form, your body squirmed at his fingers touching you on those sweet spots and tasting your sweet loud orgasm, he wants to do this every night. You thought you had a dream last night, you don't remember going to sleep without your panties, but maybe you did (They all heard you last night, except Holland. Lars destroyed his pillow, it exploded, he is a desperate dog. The dogs house had to replays the paper tissues twice that week for how much they just jerk off).

You have met the majority of your neighbours, they are all nice and most of them hot. You didnt thought you could actually find another one in the supermarket. "Hi, you must be the new neighbour, wlecome!" said Healy, you smiled at him, beside him there was a blonde teenager who greet you too. "This is my dad, and this is Healy, im Holly" she said, she must be sixteen seventeen? "Im Holland!" he is fixated, you are not cute, you are smoking hot! He stumbled quickly droping the pasta to the cart, making Healy frown. "Its nice to meet you! You two have a lovely daughter" March is paralized. "We- we, we are not partners" he said softly. "Stop denying me" said Healy harshly. "Fine!" he hisses. "We are an open relationship!" he said making Holly start dragging him away from you. "It was nice finally meeting you!" said Healy taking his other arm, they know Holland would not stop trying to flirt with you until he inside you. They were all sure that you are a witch. By the smell around the house Healy and Holland deduced the werebeings were seeking you out, if they stay closer to you, maybe they could find the demon and the other vampires they have been hunting.

Holly went to see a friend over town, Healy didn't waste time getting Holland a lesson from earlier. His raspy hands sink inside his trousers to catch his boner behind Hollands back, March straightens immediately knowing what was to come. 'So, you want that chick so much, you will throw me out of the bus that easily?' said Healy softly over his shivering ear, his hand was passing up and down his already hard shaft. Holland gasps, trying to push him away, he is immensely sensitive, every since he came back, he has been hyper sensitive, the wind could make him come. And now with Healy's big hands... he whined, "I— im— not doing anything!" he defends, holding air and his eminent orgasm. "No? Wouldn't you like knowing how she tastes like? I bet she tastes better than she looks," he said, dropping his trousers to the floor, exposing his needy hips, Healy's other hand trapped his neck and held him still, squirming all over his body, smiling. "P-please..." he cries at his raspier and faster rhythm. "Please what? Would you beg this pretty when I make you fuck her after I'm done with her? Or when I fuck you harder while you look at her, touch herself? Which one, pretty boy?" March couldn't take it anymore, his eyes rolled at the back of his skull as his orgasm broke the whole room apart, the threads of white sperm kept flowing over Healy's hand and the floor. That's another fun thing too, he has hypersemia now, they don't know why, but is kind of hot.

"The vampires have been dropping by her house lately," said Ryland at dinner. "I could smell them in her front door," said Colt, adding finally to the conversation. "The fucking cat goes there everyday," said Lars, almost breaking his plate by his shaking anger. "And I heard from Earl that she already met the monster hunters," said Six, leaving his food, Earl is another werewolf from the area, they are weary and vigilant of them and other vampires. They must think of something. "What if we bite her?" suggested Ryland; they should be disgusted, but at this point. Maybe is not that of a bad idea. They cannot protect her if she is not on their side, and vampires cannot touch her (Driver and Henry were thinking of turning you too). They just need the perfect excuse to get closer!

This a territory war.

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I don't know why I have been writing very tame shit lately. I would make it more unhinged in the next part, because I love my people being freaky and literal perverts.

I'm still on the making of the rest of the requests, don't worry I will respond to everything!

REMEMBER, IM OPEN TO READ YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR COMPLAINTS AND YOUR REQUESTS!

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