Vampire and His Hunter (MunchingCanadian)Mitch moaned as he felt Tyler sucking and biting his neck, his face flushed and sweaty as the older male grinded their sweaty, clothed bodies together. "A-Ahh~!" Mitch moaned as Tyler bucked their hips together, creating arousing and hot friction. Mitch reached up and dug his nails into Tyler's neck, licking up the blood off his neck when it spilled. Tyler moaned slightly when he feels the blood slid down his neck, shuddering when Mitch's tongue licked it up. He grabbed Mitch's hips, pulling as close as he humenly could as he panted into his ear.Vampire and His Hunter (MunchingCanadian)
"Oh, Mitch~" Tyler grunted as Mitch dug his nails in harder, licking up more of his blood hungirly.
"Y-You're so sweet, Tyler~" Mitch panted, his breath heavy with the smell of Tyler's blood as he continued to lick the blood up.
"Y-You haven't had blood i-in awhile, haven't you?" Tyler grunted out, his brown eyes beginning to become dim as he felt the bliss Mitch's tongue was bringing.
"N-No...P-Please Tyler, I-I-I need t-to..." Mitch whimpere
Creepypasta Fandom in a Nutshell. (NOW NARRATED!)Creepypasta, creepypastaCreepypasta Fandom in a Nutshell. (NOW NARRATED!)
Serve me up some creepypasta
Give me a side of scary story
With a dash of blood and gorey
Don't forget to add the raging fangirls
And of course don't forget the ranting ant hills
Never forget the sexualized psychopaths
The Mary Sues and the wannable crazy laughs
The endless hoodie wearing OC's
The neverending monochrome copies
The horribly drawn webcam art,
That looks like a 5 year olds fart
Add in a pinch of sexism,
Because any female character will be put into a prism
Don't forget to add the elitism too,
Because if you don't follow the exact rules creepypasta wiki will reject you
Forget putting any real effort into any OC,
Because the popular ones were made in just 3
Minutes, that is
You don't even need a real story
Just make one up or copy from Toby
Forget any effort at all, just give it some abs and make it stand tall
MercyI don't want to die.Mercy
No one does, I suppose. It's a natural human instinct to keep on living. But that doesn't stop the hands of fate. The hands that, as soon as their cold fingertips brush against your skin, you're gone.
The hands of the ones they call Angels.
They aren't real angels. Real angels don't exist. Just as God doesn't exist. There are no benevolent beings with crystalline white wings and halos burning with heavenly fire - there is no supreme existence sitting on a golden throne watching from above. Not anymore, at least. If they ever did exist then we killed them long ago and as punishment, the universe created the Angels that we know now.
It was an accident. As are most things these days. Three hundred and then some years ago, back when people still went to church and prayed to whatever deity they had conjured up in their minds, it happened. The stories say it was a joint effort of an elite handful of scientists gathered from around the world. They had meant well; s