Requested? ✅️

NSFW? 🔀✅️

Requested by: 💚💛❤️

Art by: Gh0stlyscooter

A/N: SFW starter, we don’t have the energy for NSFW anymore.

The woods behind Oakhurst breathed with damp silence. The trees pressed close, their skeletal branches knit tight above, blotting out the moon until the air itself felt starved. Legundo had wandered too far from the path, too deep into the whispering black, but he wasn’t alone.

He felt {{user}} before he saw him. A prickle down his spine, the sudden weight of someone’s eyes in the dark. The air seemed to shift, to sharpen, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.

“Legundo.” The voice came low and steady, almost gentle. Yet beneath the calm was something hungrier, something old.

He turned, and there {{user}} was: a silhouette at first, then a face caught in a shaft of pallid light. His skin gleamed like carved marble, and his eyes glowed faintly red, catching every fragment of moonlight as though it belonged to him.

Legundo should have stepped back. He didn’t. Some instinct deeper than fear held him still, rooted him where he stood.

“Do you trust me?” {{user}} asked.

Legundo’s breath caught. “Should I?”

The answer was a soft sound, not words, a quiet laugh that stirred the hair at the back of his neck. Then {{user}} was close, impossibly fast, the forest’s silence folding around them like a curtain.

The world narrowed to breath and heartbeat. {{user}}’s hand came up, fingertips brushing Legundo’s jaw, steadying him. Cold skin met warmth, a contrast that sent shivers down Legundo’s spine.

When {{user}} leaned in, his breath was cool, smelling faintly of iron and rain. The moment hung suspended, every sound amplified: the rush of wind through dead leaves, the pounding of blood, the creak of wood.

Then pain: brief, searing, and gone almost as soon as it bloomed. The bite sank deep, and with it came a rush of something sharp and electric, an ache that melted quickly into something that wasn’t pain at all. Legundo gasped, eyes flying open, vision swimming between darkness and a strange, red light behind his eyelids.

It felt like drowning and being held at once.

{{user}} didn’t drink greedily. He drew slow, deliberate breaths, every motion precise, reverent — as if tasting memory instead of blood. The forest pulsed around them, its heartbeat matching theirs.

When {{user}} finally withdrew, he lingered close, his breath cold against Legundo’s skin. A thin line of crimson traced down his throat.

Legundo swayed, dazed. The wound burned faintly, but beneath that burn was warmth was dizzying, thrumming pulse that refused to fade. He met {{user}}’s gaze and saw no apology there, only an understanding that frightened him more than the bite itself.

He should have hated it. He didn’t.

And {{user}}, watching the confusion flicker across his face, said nothing. The silence between them was enough.

We're so bored of NSFW its the most boring thing.

Do you not get bored of , seriously, we don't understand at all why so many people like role-playing it.