#but as a vampire. so u are my pray

[satans-knitwear]

unzipping is so much easier omg

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[bombuni]

Hiii! Can you write about Yeosang, San and Wooyoung? But if you're not okay with three of them, choose any two of them!

midnight stroll

summary: In which you find yourself in the hands of some insatiable, obsessed vampire lords. There’s only one way out. genre/pairing: vampire!woosansang x fem!reader, smut wc: 2.8k warnings: SMUT MDNI, dub-con (reader is swayed into it), predator/prey kink, primal play, chase (?) scene, their spit is an aphrodisiac, biting, a lil blood kink, they are in heat (i <3 horny vampires), creampie bom note: idk why i haven’t done this combo before as a person obsessed with carmilla & atz. lmk what u guys think, this is my first time writing a sort of horror (?) trope :)! pls heed warnings & safe reading bbies! enjoy!

You shouldn’t have gone out at night.

Every single bone-chilling story your mother used to frighten you into staying home now replays inside your head. It’s ridiculous how easily every murderous detail comes to your mind now that you’re actively living those stories. Lost little girl, all on her own, in a strange house on a rainy night.

You don’t know why tonight, of all nights, you decided to explore the old mansion that’s always stood tall in your neighborhood. You just felt something was telling you to come and visit. Every time you’d look out of your window, there it was. Alone and creaking for no one, wood rotting at every turn you make. You’re sure it was beautiful and sparkling in its heyday but now with no one to present for, it’s covered in cobwebs and dust.

The loud boom of thunder strikes and you jump through the threshold of a bedroom. The moonlight that shines in through the tall windows illuminates the tears in the blood red canopy. The bed is perfectly made, untouched by rest. The room is surprisingly large, only occupied by a few pieces of complicated furniture. Its marvelousness is enunciated because of its age. The darkness of the room is only broken by a candle on the bedside table.

Already lit.

You hope, pray, that it’s only another curious soul like you. That you haven’t stumbled upon some creep’s secret hideout and inadvertently become his next victim.

You start to back away. The floorboards creak under every step you take. You’re suddenly hyper aware of every breath you take and the speed of your heartbeat. Your body screams to run, nerves fighting and pulling you towards the exit, but your mind is frozen with the fear of being caught.

A harsh wind bites against the glass, making your blood ice cold in its wake and scaring any rationality out of you.

It doesn’t stop. It probably won’t for a while, and you’re forced to come to the realization that you’re stuck here. It’s either be picked up by high-speed winds or be hacked to pieces by whoever’s decided to shack up in this old, abandoned mansion. One is a definite and the other is a chance. You decide that if tonight’s the night you die by axe murder, so be it.

The dead tree branches keep scratching against the windows. Like they’re trying to talk to you, telling you to turn around as you venture deeper into the room. You want to listen.

But there’s a slam. Different from the thunderous weather outside. It’s closer and harsher in your eardrums, accompanied by booming footsteps that make your face fall and doom fill your senses. Whoever it is is making a beeline towards the room you’re in. They’re arguing with someone, frustration evident in their voice.

“Wooyoung, you were supposed to keep your eye on her.”

“It’s fucking pouring outside! How can I see when God is clearly trying to drown us all again?”

Their voices are muffled, but the danger is still clear. They have funny, unrecognizable accents that you’ve never heard before. You can’t really pinpoint it, as you’re focused on figuring out a way to get the fuck out of there.

Your panic rises as you hear the footsteps stop and no more conversation. The pause makes you hurry, fearing they’ve somehow sniffed you out. The greed of whoever built this room gives you no hiding spot, the free and large space being more of a dancefloor than an enclosed bedroom.

The knob to the room turns. With effort, the door creaks open. It introduces fear and an overwhelming panic into your system as your entire body shakes. You just hope to God that they don’t decide to check under the bed.

“I can smell you.”

Your breath catches. You think that if you stop breathing and scrunch your eyes hard enough, you’ll be back in the warmth of your room. But this is real. Every creaking floorboard, every quiet grunt, and every slow step proves it. It’s nearing you, testing the air to find your exact location. You know it’s an it, because how else could it have possibly figured you out so quickly?

“Your heart is racing like a rabbit. Pitter patter. Come out already.”

You cover your mouth to silence the scream of fear that wants to escape. It’s by the bed now. Stopped right behind you, as if it could see you right through the bedsheets and under the springs. The bed creaks as it slowly clambers onto it.

It sees you. It knows what you are and where you are. You’re simply staving off time until it decides to eat you whole. It’s toying with you.

Your body moves on its own as a cold feeling encloses around your ankle, freezing you over. The thing laughs at you, like the way you scramble from it is the most hilarious thing it’s ever seen. Your legs wobble and weaken at the frightening sound, but you run steadfast.

The hallways are long and winding. The only light source as you try to figure a way out of the castle is the lighting that crashes through every few seconds. Your sides start hurting after a few minutes of running in circles. Stuck and hurting in an unfamiliar place is not how you want to spend your evening. You slow down to catch your breath, finding yourself in some sort of lounge room. The fireplace burns on, and you realize the sight of these flames brings you no warmth. It only strikes unrelenting fear in you. The room is nicely decorated and homely, like it was never touched by time. The scene almost looks inviting. Almost, if it weren’t for the hauntingly alluring painting watching over you atop the fireplace. The three men face forward and are creepily stiff, jet black hair gelled back and their dark outfits perfect to a fault. The only odd thing is their eerie, sharp smiles that show off their red-stained, shining teeth. Like a wolf’s last warning before they sink their teeth into you.

You’re sort of hypnotized by the pretty strokes, but a voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

“Little rabbit, why do you run?”

Your legs move on their own once again, but before you can even move an inch, two pairs of arms wrap around you. Their hold is impossibly tight, like they’re still trying to figure out their own limit before they accidentally pop you open. That same voice that laughed at you before is right in your ear now, giggling maniacally and digging their sharp nose into your neck.

They inhale deeply, “Smell that, Yeosang. It’s like nothing I’ve smelled before. Wouldn’t you agree, San?”

The owner of the other voice, San you assume, stands from the dark leather chair facing the fire. He seems otherworldly. Dangerous.

His voice is low, “Little rabbits always smell good.”

The one who you presume to be Yeosang presses himself into you until you’re practically breathing through the same lungs, “Especially when they’re so afraid.”

You shut your eyes in fear when he drags the sharpest canines you’ve ever felt along the warmth of your neck, “Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want,”

The way your voice shakes only lures San in. He tuts at you, “You shouldn’t make such promises to us, darling.”

You can feel all three streams of breath on you. They’re all overpowering and oppressive in their own way, crushing your resolve until you’re practically jelly at their touch. The two holding you won’t stop nosing into you and exploring you, hands crawling under your shirt and lifting your skirt as if they have no control over themselves. They’re surprised by your warmth, smitten and addicted to it already. It’s something they haven’t really felt before. At least not recently.

Your breath shakes as their cold hands slide over your tummy, “Just-just let me go, I won’t tell anyone what happened. I promise.”

“Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung seems to grow impatient and drags his wet, languid tongue over your pulse point before biting down gently, restraining himself. He savors the salt of your skin, wondering if that’s how your tears taste. Or if they’re even more delectable.

The wetness of his mouth that sticks to your skin sets you on fire. Your skin is tingly, too warm to be yours now. You know he’s marked you somehow because you can feel your entire body burning up, passion and craving reaching limits you’ve never reached.

San bares his fangs and the glint of them takes your breath away, “I told you to be patient,”

“Oh, just smell her, San. I had to taste her,” Wooyoung’s voice is muffled as he presses his face into your shoulder.

You can feel the heat of his lips crawling up your spine. Yeosang’s hand on your hip leaves a trail of desire everywhere. Everything feels different. Better.

You’re still rational enough to know that something’s not quite right inside of you, “What’s happening to me?”

Your voice is shaky, meek, weak, and San loves it. He can feel his grasp on himself slipping, his mouth salivating at the sight of you being touched and felt.

Ever since their heat began, their bodies only craved you. Out of the hundreds of mindless people in their area, you’re the only one they’ve figured could handle them. There was something about you even they, as supreme beings, couldn’t figure out. They want to keep you as their own personal pet and find out.

Wooyoung is buzzing with energy all over you, “Don’t you feel it? You’re becoming ours,”

Is that what you felt before coming here? Is this where you’re meant to be? Consumed wholly by creatures of the night?

Yeosang’s hand snakes down the band of your skirt, lengthy fingers easily sliding in between your folds. Wooyoung chuckles at your reaction, breathing in your sweet scent, “Little wet rabbit.”

The squelch sounds out into the room and you can hardly believe your ears, “W-wait, please-“

San makes his way to you in two quick strides, suddenly kissing you as if trying to swallow you whole. You feel his voice in the back of your throat, “I can’t take it anymore. I need to ravage you.”

Yeosang’s hand doesn’t stop running over you and playing with your wetness, “I just need to taste you. Just once. Then I’ll stop, rabbit.”

Something happens to you when San’s lips are against you, tongue fighting against yours. Your body surrenders itself to him, to all of the hands that are on you. There isn’t any fear inside of you anymore, in fact, you find the fact that you ever felt any in the first place hilarious. How could you? How could you when Yeosang is so lovingly pleasing you? How could you when Wooyoung is sucking and licking at your neck like it’s a lifeline? How could you when San is kissing you wholly, taking your heart out for himself through your lips? They’re right. This is where you’re supposed to be.

Yeosang can feel the moment you truly surrender yourself to them, the wetness between his fingers overflowing now. He attempts to rub at your bundle of nerves, but grows frustrated when your tight skirt gets in the way of his movements. Before you can say anything, he rips the skirt off you, tearing into the material like it’s nothing to him.

He throws the fabric somewhere into the room before kneeling down in front of you. You’re too enraptured by San’s lips to notice him, and he pouts at that.

Yeosang holds your trembling thighs and licks a long stripe onto your pussy lips, looking up at you with sweet, begging eyes. When you gasp and look down at the feeling of his tongue against you, there’s newfound vigor in his face. Yeosang sucks onto your lips, the taste of you quelling his need. He doesn’t care how messy he gets as he spreads your juices over your thighs and all over his mouth, moaning as he feels how utterly desperate your hole is. He plays with your entrance, trying to figure out what makes your knees buckle. As his lips move to depravely kiss at your clit, you almost fall down with him.

San’s strong arms catch your waist easily, “That’s it, little rabbit. Give yourself to us.”

You nod your head and Wooyoung laughs obnoxiously at your pathetic answer, “Look at the poor thing. She’s sopping wet.”

Yeosang smiles dreamily up at you with your cum on his face. He wipes at his face but it doesn’t do much, the glint shining in the light of the thunderstorm. He licks his lips hungrily, “You taste sweet. Like candy.”

San growls impatiently, bending you over a beautifully carved sofa. You feel bad staining it with your pleasure, but the owners don’t seem to mind. His cock, large and forbidding, presses against your entrance. He leans over your back until his nose reaches that sweet point connecting your jaw and neck. The one that revealed everything about you and your sweetness through your electrifying scent. He feels his addiction grow with every inhalation.

He takes a big breath as his cock finally slides into you, every inch adding onto the tingling satisfaction passing through all of his body as he nestles himself inside of you. His cock has no trouble slipping through the wetness that spills out of you, the moist warmth of your pussy filling his gut with an unfamiliar burn. His hand moves up along the front of your body, grabbing tightly onto your jaw to hold you in place. His sharp claws dig into your blushing cheek.

San fucks you with a barely-there restraint, huffing into your ears as he drills into you. He seems to have forgotten his past hesitance, in fear of scaring you. Now all that’s left is his raw need and desire for you, this intense ache taking over as he continues stretching you open. Your hole feels better than he ever could imagine, ever could bear. Every squeeze you give sends him reeling, his gut tightening with every thrust.

Wooyoung replaces San’s hand on your jaw, puckering your lips and laughing as your entire body jolts against San. He bares his fangs with a wide smile, razor-sharp and primed for poaching. He licks down your neck, savoring the taste of your humanity, your beating heart. The constant song within you is entrancing.

Wooyoung can’t resist. His canines sink into your shoulder, his eyes rolling back into his head when he finally gets a taste of the real you. It’s exhilarating, dizzying. Frenzied and fervent now, Wooyoung licks at the fresh wound he’s made, the tiniest dribble of red trickling down. Every one of your liquids is just so, so intoxicating.

He feels the effects of you, “My delicious pet rabbit. Mine, mine, mine.”

You whine against Wooyoung as your mind is clouded with pleasure and pain, San’s thick cock still hitting deeper and sparking your gummy walls with an intense gratification. There’s a meek voice in the back of your head telling you to wake up, but it’s quickly drowned out as Yeosang kisses slow, lithe kisses along the skin of your opposite shoulder. He’s watching as you’re treated like a piece of meat by San, teary-eyed and trembling, and can’t believe he’s ever gone without you. Without the smell of your heady, inflaming sex filling his senses or the sight of your abused, puffy pussy.

He takes another giant breath in of your rousing scent before biting down, his canines piercing you just as Wooyoung’s did. Yeosang shudders at the taste of you, a bright, addicting flavor. You’re simply made for them.

He mutters as you moan against him, “What a slutty little rabbit you are.”

The second Yeosang’s fangs rip through you, San fills your gummy walls. His cum marks and ruins you for anyone else. He growls animalistically against you as you tighten and squeeze, biting into his fist and drawing enough blood that it drips down from his arm onto your back. He still tries to hold back for you. Even in his most raw and savage, with his hips still moving and deliriously fucking his cum back into you and making a mess, he tries not to cause you pain. Not anymore at least.

San’s gravelly voice reaches down to your bones, his entire body tightening up against you as more and more cum jolts into you, “There you go, little rabbit. Stuffed full. Don’t you feel better?”

You feel it dripping between your thighs. The pearlescent liquid that used to make you feel scandalized, demeaned. It gives you a purpose now, to be used as their rabbit. Their meal to be devoured.

[k0yaz]

Helloooooo I'm not the Acheron anon but I'm probably just as down bad as the both of you she's literally everything to me and I absolutely love the way you've been writing her so I'm dragging my down-bad self to your box to ask for more crumbs 🥺

If it's not too much trouble can I request a one-shot with vampire Acheron? I've had thoughts about her white-haired emanator form (I mean have u seen her stance in the character info menu when in the ult IT'S SO GOOD AHHHHH) and I just feel like she'd be a very convincing vampire in that form. Can be sfw or nsfw I'll leave the decision up to the chef ;)

Sorry this isn't super concrete or anything it's my first time sending an ask but I couldn't help myself... Next time I crawl back into your ask box I'll try and give u more to work with I promise 😅

trepidation.

Pairings: acheron x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, vampire au, vamp acheron my beloved, suggestive, blood, yummy, slight horror scary oooooo, it’s ok yall will be fine it’s just acheron being weird, I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM and I’m too eepy rn, I’m scared it didn’t turn out good, fluffy yay, not proofread.

A/N: i love all the other acheron lovers here yall are amazing ALSO I AGREE ON THE WHITE HAIR FORM PART IT LEGIT REMINDED ME OF A VAMPIRE and off topic but yall should’ve seen me when I was first pulling for her when she came out back then I was PRAYING like someone pull me off the fucking ceiling atp 🕯️

Blurry sights of the dim candlelight filled your vision as you blinked opened your eyes, your entire body limp and splayed out on the mattress. Each deep breath made your chest rise and fall rhythmically, scanning the room for any oddities present. A sudden sense of uneasiness washed over you upon remembering where you were, hands scrambling to your throat and brushing your fingers along your skin to find any traces of a bite.

A relived sigh blew from your lips upon failing to find any sign of the woman you were currently living with potentially sipping your throat as if it was a hearty snack. Acheron never drank any blood from you, nor had she even attempted. She’d usually cocoon herself in a random spot within the manor whenever hunger overtook her, attempting to control herself as shivers racked her body each time. It wasn’t the most pleasant sight to say the least. You found yourself engulfed with a sense of alarm each time you saw one of Acheron’s unnerving reactions.

The way her blood red eyes drilled into you made your pulse nearly cease from pure terror, stomach nearly dropping as your chest tightened in those moments. However, Acheron never mauled you like your internal self told you she would. Your thoughts exaggerated a bit, sure. But a vampire allowing you to live with her without anything in return couldn’t help but raise a few suspicions within you, she surely wanted your blood, right?

You were still a bit wobbly in your movements when you rose to your feet, heavy lidded eyes blinking groggily as you shouldered the heavy red curtains to the side. Faint rays of the orange light diffused into your room, giving view to the small cemetery garden located right below the large mansion. The solid stone tombs stuck out of the ground firmly, piles of soil scattered at the foot of the gravestones. You couldn’t help but think to yourself at the halfwitted thought process that could’ve gone into placing a cemetery garden right next to a vampire’s residence, also striking in the possibility that Acheron could’ve been the reason for half of the tombs in there.

The thick crimson curtains barely allowed any light to pass through, their deepened color bearing an uncanny resemblance to blood. Still a bit uncoordinated, you decided to pace around your room in circles to recollect yourself, bare feet thudding against the spruce flooring.

“You’re awake.”

The sudden low voice struck your body upright, slowly turning around to be met with Acheron’s piercing eyes. You rubbed your elbow bashfully as your chest tightened once more, feeling a sense of clawing fear once more within you. You couldn’t help it, she was terrifying. Every time she’d walk up behind you or toward you, even with good intentions, your heart felt like threads had wrapped around the beating muscle, and tugged outward to bury the threads within it.

“Sorry if I startled you.” Acheron replied coldly, seemingly being able to sense your fear. You let out a pathetic cough in response, attempting to cover up your initial trepidation. “Right- ah..don’t worry about it, Acheron. I’m just a little tired.”

Nodding, Acheron rolled her shoulders back as a stretch before turning away from you. You tilted your head at her avoidant behavior, the evident ominous feeling lingering in the air. She had always been the quiet type, yet something seemed…off. Shrugging, you shouldered past Acheron silently, keeping your gaze locked onto the ground or the ceiling—anything but her.

Your muscles tensed upon feeling her skin graze yours, puzzled at the odd feeling. It was warm, yet cold at the same time. The specks of vermillion cracking up her arms and seeping down the collar of her neck felt different from her bare skin. Yet the strangest thing was, she had tensed up as well as you brushed your shoulder against hers, as if she feared you just as much as you feared her. However, that couldn’t be the case.

After heading to the first floor of the manor, you couldn’t help but pick up on the thick ominous atmosphere clouding the entire place. The housekeepers themselves were shaken up too, all disheveled as if they hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the previous night. A heavy feeling seemed to weigh down your body, as a sense of caution rang within your head. It was as if gravity had tripled, yet the day didn’t seem off, just normal like usual.

You mulled over all the possibilities as to why such an unsettling tension plagued the entire space, not being able to think of even one. That was until the faint sound of ragged breaths grew louder and louder, each breath increasing in volume than the last. The noises formed a disturbing bitterness piling up inside your throat, making you recoil physically as you heard how strained and guttural each cycle of inhales and exhales were. No doubt, it was probably Acheron.

Swallowing back your fear, you headed up the stairs slowly, time nearly stopping as your breath hitched with each anticipated step. You felt like a large, heavy stone was resting within your stomach as you stood before the door, a sliver of dim light peeking through the slight opening. Acheron’s huddled form made you feel all the more worried, brows furrowing and wrinkling up your face as you saw her body twitch occasionally.

Her white hair draped down her back and over her shoulders as her back hunched over, nails digging into her own arms as she hissed in pained intake of air through her fangs. You gently creaked the door open, making her jerk in response, but still facing away from you. Although you were afraid of Acheron, it hurt to see her like this, in pain and keeping to herself.

“Acheron..?”

You began in a hushed voice as to not startle her, reaching a hand out carefully. She was quick to snap her head around, fingers nearly bruising her hugged arms. You drew your hand back to your chest as it seemed to instinctively repel from Acheron’s bloodthirsty gaze. Her hand was pressed against her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. It almost seemed like…she was in pain? Surges of pity for this poor woman’s famished state began to race through your mind.

“Sorry.” She croaked out hoarsely, trying to keep her voice indifferent yet evidently failing. You felt your heart almost burn at the sting of guilt you felt when she apologized, wanting to take her in your arms and hold her tight. You felt like you were in love with her all over again-

Wait, love?

You feared her, why was your brain suddenly spewing nonsense claiming to be in love with her?

No. That wasn’t it.

The reason you’d avoided Acheron was due to the way you couldn’t properly articulate your feelings to her. How you wanted to grow closer to this alluring woman and caress her cheek, whispering into her ear tenderly. How you wanted her fangs to dig into your throat and swallow each drop of your blood carefully like a divine meal she’d be honored to consume. Fear was just a mask used to avoid the fact that you’d fallen in love with someone your kind would’ve killed in an instant. Someone who your parents had always told you to beware of.

You quickly circled your arms around Acheron, squeezing her as you leaned into her back. Her expression softened, her breathing still heavy, yet seemingly calming down at your touch.

“(Name)…?”

“Hungry?”

She nodded at your upfront question visibly ashamed and embarrassed. You only pulled her to your chest, pale strands tickling your face as you buried your face into her silky hair. Acheron rested her hand atop yours which was encircled around her stomach, shaky sighs pushing past her parted lips periodically. Your thumb massaged soothing circles against her skin, eyes gently closed as you pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“It’s alright. I’m here.”

Her eyelids drooped in comfort as she felt warmth course through her veins, her breathing still echoed throughout the manor, yet it seemed to calmed down quite a bit. Acheron slowly began to regain some semblance of calmness, her heavy lidded eyes locking up onto you from below. You simply flashed her a soft smile, finding it useless to hide any longer as you pulled her to your chest.

And it didn’t take long for you to unbutton your collar, tilting your neck to the side.

A/N: IM SORRY IF THE PLOT WAS TOO SUDDEN I NEED HER SO BADLY RN IM GONNA GO BUY AN ACHERON PLUSHIE ATP AND ITS SUPER LAYE SND IM SLEEPY IM SORRY 💔

I promise my next work will be better

I hate how this turned out

[seriesxwriting]

Hi can you write something when the reader helps him with his bloodlust and humanity. You know when he had humanity off and Elena went to Damon but the reader stayed and she helped him with it like put blood in his drink, let him drink from her she wasn't afraid of him, she was there she is the only way to get him back.

Thank you for this request, I’ve just started uni recently so I haven’t even thought about posting so that’s why it’s taken me so long! I’m so sorry about the wait but I’m back now!! Enjoy <3

Id go to the ends of the earth to bring you back

Character: Damon Salvatore x y/n

Series: The vampire diaries

Summary: Request!! you go to find Damon to bring him back. And maybe slide in the fact that you’re in love with him too?

Warnings: Blood, cutting, kissing, blood sharing? Maybe swearing too?

I heard the front door open and my body jolted up right. I ripped the blanket off of me and bounced up desperate to see who was at the door. Praying it was Damon. I paced toward the hall way and saw Stefan standing at the end. “Stefan? Did you find him?” I blinked not moving any other muscle. I didn’t know what u wanted his answer to be. If he had found him then why wasn’t he here?

“Yes” Stefan answered, slowly. He looked at the ground as if he was hiding something.

“What? What is it?” I swallowed taking a few steps towards the vampire.

“I think Damon may have lied- his blood lust is higher than he explained” Stefan admitted, scratching the back of his neck. He edged towards me and took my hands in his.

“He’s really craving- badly- he wouldn’t listen to me- it’s off y/n” Stefan shook his head as if disappointed in his brother, or maybe even himself.

“Shit- did he- kill?” I stuttered, crossing my toes hoping Stefan wouldn’t give me news I didn’t want.

“Not yet… he’s trying to fight it” “I need to see him Stefan” I hurried, grabbing my coat off the coat rack.

“Y/n he could hurt you please don’t go after him when he’s like this” “Stefan” I sighed turning to him.

“I can’t let him kill someone, he will hurt too much after realising what he’s done- I can save him from that guilt”

Stefan smiled at me. “You like him don’t you?”.

“Something like that” I chewed my lip, looking down to the floor. Stefan nodded, never losing his smile.

“You’ll be careful won’t you?”

“Of course, he won’t hurt me Stefan I know he won’t” I rubbed his arm before throwing my coat on myself and grabbing my keys from the side table.

“And you’ll call me if you need me?” He desperately asked, with wide eyes. I could see their shine from the other end of the corridor.

“Stay by your phone” I nodded my head grabbing the door handle and pulling it open. And with that I left the safety of the Salvatore house. And went to find a rouge vampire. I didn’t know he wasn’t going to hurt me, I hoped he wouldn’t but I didn’t know. What I did know was that I needed to try.

The last place Stefan went to look for Damon had been the bridge, so that was where I was going to go. As I was driving along the dark road my mind wondered away at all the outcomes what was to come.

Out of nowhere I see something big and black in the middle of the road. My eyes widened and I slammed on my breaks skidding to a halt. The night was quiet and a little foggy, nothing was around for miles apart from trees and more trees.

I blinked coming to reality but when I looked back to the road there was no one there. Nothing there.

“What the hell?” I breathed looking around. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened my car door stepping out side into the dark.

I immediately felt cold and wrapped my coat around me tighter. I looked around to see if I could see where it went.

Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders and a man was standing in front of me. His hand push my head down exposing my neck as his mouth was wide open showing his long fangs.

“DAMON!” I screamed just in time.

He stopped and his grip loosened. I looked up at his face, it had dropped. He looked scared. His hands dropped off me and he took a step back shaking his head and turning on his heels.

“Where are you going!” I shouted before he could leave.

“I’m so sorry” he shook his head. still facing away from me.

“You didn’t hurt me” I told him walking round so I could look at him.

“I almost did! I almost killed you!” He protested backing away again leaving space between us. I could see how much he was straining.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He blinked at me, actually looking into my eyes now.

“Looking for you…” I trailed off slowly because he was already shaking his head again.

“Go home- or go back to Stefan” he tried to walk off again.

“Damon wait!” I called out running after him and grasping his hand in mine.

“No im not safe right now! You need to get away from me” he tried to pull away but i wouldn’t let him. “I can’t be around you what don’t you understand!”.

“You need to talk to me! You can’t expect me to go away and worry about you being out here alone! I need you to tell me how I can help” I cried out interlocking our fingers while he shook his head.

“You can’t help me! I flipped my switch you need to leave me alone” he snatched his hand away from me. He was slipping away, I could feel him going, his humanity getting further away.

He began to walk off again. My heart beat faster and I looked around for inspiration. On the floor was a glass bottle which someone has clearly thrown out the window.

I grabbed a shard and slid it across my wrist so that it began bleeding. Damon automatically stopped in his tracks. I slowly walked back to him.

“What are you doing” he eyed me dangerously. I put my wrist up to his face and watched as his eyes began to change. “Stop it!” He growled. “Are you trying to get your self killed?”.

“Drink it” I ordered. He was straining, trying not to work with me, trying not to come back. I put my other hand behind his head, in his hair and moved my head closer. “I’m here Damon, I trust you, drink it”.

I moved it closer and his teeth sank into my wrist giving in. I exhaled, never feeling a feeling like it before. As he drank more his body loosened and his hands pulled me in closer. One wrapped around my waist and the other locked in with the fingers of the wrist he was drinking from.

When he stopped drinking he stared into my eyes not blinking once.

“Why would you do that for me?”.

“Because I love you Damon” I whispered not being scared anymore. Maybe it was the feeling of blood sharing which made me forget how vulnerable that sentence made me.

His pupils widened as the words lingered in the air. And just like that his eyelids fluttered shut. Opening a few seconds later. It was on. He was back.

He didn’t say anything, just launched himself forward kissing me. I’d waited so long for him to do that. I’d thought about so many different ways it would have happened, but never like this. However I wasn’t complaining. One of his hands hand up to the back of my head gently as our kiss deepened. He tasted of blood but that didn’t matter, it was finally happening.

Damon pulled away with his forehead on mine.

“I love you too y/n”.

“You’re back?” I whispered, double checking as I caught my breath.

“I’m back gorgeous, I’m back”. I smiled and pulled him into kiss me again.

“Thank you” he whispered against my lips.

“I’d go to the ends of the earth to bring you back Damon”.

Masterlist of Masterlists-

All series Masterlist-

The Vampire Diaries Masterlist-

Damon Salvatore Masterlist-

[xxnashiraxx]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you for the tags, @verbenaa & @roguishcat!!! Your snippets were amazing and I can't wait to read more from both of you!! ❤❤

Here's a wip for the next and final installment of my BG3 Kinktober series! This one is developing a bit still, but I'm finally using the tadpole trope! I have yet to, and I'm sure it'll make an appearance in the main fic too, but I'm playing around with some ideas for this one and I hope to post it on Halloween night so please pray for me and for my free time to stay interrupted so I can post on time! 🙏🙏

Ofelia stares into her soup, slightly groggy.

The day had been long, full of fighting through a disgusting sewer looking for Jaheira’s old comrade- who turned out to be surprisingly nice, but it was still a sewer. Ugh. The bath she’d taken still didn’t feel like enough. Despite everything, her companions manage to find entertainment in the form of Scratch performing tricks to which they happily clap and cheer in their little camp beside the harbor.

“Is it not to your tastes?” Gale murmurs, hushed tones doing nothing to mask his question from the others around the campfire. She smiles softly, stirring the clear broth and noodles.

“No, it’s really good… I’m just a little tired from the day.” He offers her an understanding smile before Karlach knocks into him from behind in her bid to have Scratch chase the ball she holds aloft.

She pushes her utensil around the bowl, mind wandering to their resident vampire as vague loneliness distracts her from truly joining the others. Astarion had gone to his tent long before dinner was served and with a chaste kiss, he left her beside the fire, a glimmer to his eyes and a lingering touch on her shoulder. She had wondered if he wanted her to join him, but she hadn’t been sure. Usually, he’d just ask—this time he didn’t. So she’s stayed, catching herself almost falling face-first into her food a few times.

As the rest gather closer to the campfire, listening to Jaheira and Minsc tell stories of their old adventures, Ofelia starts to feel it. It begins as a tingle in her belly and a gentle onset of warmth that unfolds over her face and abdomen, making her feel overheated and flustered. At first, she blames the broth, wondering if she’s starting to get sick, until the sensation settles between her thighs and she inhales sharply.

“Ofelia? Is everything alright?” Shadowheart asks, but Ofelia doesn’t reply. Her heart starts to race, sweat breaking over the back of her neck, and she shifts in her seat to stifle the feeling but it’s no use. An ache, stunning in its force, unfolds below and she sets her bowl down on the ground with shaking hands. The tadpole chitters in her skull- a familiar throb beginning at her temples and she instantly knows what’s happening.

She feels him, his motions, the air puffing through his flared nostrils as his teeth anchor over his rolled-up shirt, long, deft fingers palming the hard bulge over his pants. She feels it as if she is him and she tenses when he unties the laces and lets his cock spring free as a quiet sigh of relief pours from his lips.

“U-uh yeah…” Ofelia looks up at Shadowheart, eyes misty and cheeks red. The half-elf frowns, holding the back of her hand over her forehead, and Ofelia jumps at the contact.

“You’re feeling a little warm…” Shadowheart continues, but Ofelia’s lost in the feeling of Astarion finally stroking himself, she can feel his stomach tightening and his fangs digging through the fabric into his lower lip as he holds back a soft moan. Sensations build across her skin, her forehead feverish and her mouth dry. She shifts on the log, holding back a soft whine as heat pools between her legs and the feeling of him swiping his thumb over the wetness gathering at the tip lights her nerves on fire.

She feels him set a slow pace, driving himself mad at the gentle rocking of his hips as he fucks his hand. Ofelia bites her cheek hard, eyes squinting shut as the sensations of relief clash with her unrestrained desire- frustration causing her to twitch and dig her nails into her arms. She tries to reach out, but there’s a strange wall up between them keeping her strictly in receiving territory.

“Ofelia…” The blunt edges of her teeth almost cut the tip of her tongue off when her jaw snaps shut, the sound of her name in his voice echoing through her mind and sealing her resolve. She fights the urge to make a sound of discomfort, more of his pleasant sighs ringing in her ears as she stands abruptly.

“I… don’t feel well. I think I’m going to lie down.” She says through gritted teeth as Astarion quickens the pace of his movements, her body flooding with a rush of heat that spreads from her core outward. Shadowheart looks vaguely troubled, as do the rest who’d looked up at the quiet commotion, but no one interjects. Ofelia manages to slip away, thanking whatever gods that Astarion had put his tent as far from the fire as possible- yet still very much in hearing range. She throws open the entrance to find him smirking up at her, the culprit in hand glistening gloriously in the candlelight. The sight makes her knees weak.

“You… did you do that on purpose? How come I couldn’t get through?” Her voice is hushed but measured and dangerous, his smile deepening as she steps fully inside.

“How else was I going to get you over here?” he murmurs, soft and seductive. She carefully lowers herself to her knees beside him as he idly moves his hand back and forth, maintaining eye contact as they remain connected. She can feel the twist of his fingers and the subtle flex of his wrist. When a soft groan echoes in her mind, she opens her eyes to blink in confusion.

“Was that only in my head?” His grin deepens.

“Correct,” He reaches up and pulls her down till her lips crash over his and he devours every little breathless sigh and tremble of her body.

“We haven’t touched like this in days… we’re too close to everyone…” She hums, soft as she can, unable to linger on his words as just the slightest touch of his lips to her neck sends chills down her spine. He undoes her bra and her nipples stiffen in the chilled air, unable to restrain the gasps that slip past her teeth as his fingers barely brush over them. She’s so sensitive… doesn’t remember ever feeling it this intensely before.

Perhaps it has been a while for them… they’d not done much else but fight through the Lower City for the last few days, and before that, it had been fighting to get to the gates and through Gortash’s Steel Watch. Which hadn’t put up much of a fight, since they’d been allowed entry at the cost of a sham deal. Her eyes widen at the mental count she’s gone through, the number eighteen shining in her vision as his soft tut slices through the realization.

“Eighteen gods damn days and I haven’t been inside you for a single one of them. I feel like I’m dying,”

No-Pressure Tagging you all!! @khywren @preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @elinorbard @justabiteofspite @kalmiaphlox @busy-baker @pinkberrytea (my love 🩷) and everyone else! Please, I can't remember anything this morning! 😭

[casually-slips-into-coma]

spoilers for iwtv s2e5!!!

initial thoughts throughout:

dubai armand in this ep specifically seems a lot happier than normal. very smiley and kind of excited? like more energy than usual. mans was ready to eat

this fucking turtleneck

loumand library dates

hypnotized security as one does

i like that armand likes to hunt his kills. thought it was a cool detail

made me think of when armand tells daniel to run in the book

daniel was there for gay sex the drugs were just a bonus

he barely registered the coffin. he was like ok ig

the zodiac killer lol

daniel struggling to get the tape out of the plastic lmao

some coke for the gums just in case

you were lonely louis (gagged him)

the extreme change in vibe from daniel shitting himself about louis being a vampire to him laughing along while louis complains about his ex

book quotes!!

daniel validating louis complaining about lestat. theyre just gossiping at this point

BIG time asshole

daniel making A Point and then going sorry and louis saying no,,,,,that🫵was astute🗣🗣

“can u do the fang thing again? i love that, man” hes just like me fr

dangerously unstable psyche ((clocked))

im kinda with her get off that bench brother😭 [about claudia leaving]

jacob the actor you are

ok this whole argument between louis and armand was insane and i replayed it like a million times

kinda love louis coked tf out

being called boring fucking hurts thats a wild argument

he called you a soft beige pillow suffocating him girl u gotta stand up

armand really locked on to the word fascinating

louis said lick my boots😝

gremlin sighting👀

“chop my hands off”👀👀👀👀

picking LINT❓❓off the sofa⁉️ ⁉️

armand mocking him “oh its so hard to be me, its so hard to kill humans, i can feel her feelings as i drain her, louis de point du lac, everyone i know wronged me!”

imitating each others accents

my vampire daddy groomed me into a little bitch holy fuck when they go low i go lower

THE NAME!! the name!! unuttered in our home for 23 years said over and over again until it was pounding in my brain like a hammer!!!!

assad deserves every award my man was actiiiinnggg

she didnt love you/i know

louis :(((

“can u hear her? shes calling me…” ok what if i kms

and then louis runs into the sunlight🙃

hello loml: practical effects

sidestep the big picture get the story straight first daniel said lets lock the fuck in rn we gotta focus

“you said the worst things youve ever said to me” hes just a sopping wet cat

hes fine youre fine this is fine youre all fine

finally seeing unhinged armand ive prayed for times like these

i stand by my cancelled wife btw

small detail of different memories: in louis’ version he apologizes to armand and armand says “meaningless word” and then moves on to talk about the slanted floor. in daniel’s version he remembers the dead guy and the same scene plays out except armand explains he killed the neighbor in between “meaningless word” and how the floor is slanted

vibrating eyes

LOVING how this episode is shot. all the different angles and the camerawork and the fucking MUSIC

canon that louis fucks guys and then kills them fic writers get to it

“128 boys hes brought here—“ “he said it was 5🥺”

daniel basically saying look man ill suck ur dick if u let me go

and then armand making him kneel

armand so unnerving <3

i know its kinda dumb to point out but i love small details of vamp power. specifically how armand picked up that table like it weighed nothing and when he picked up louis

love the idea of louis being like ok just put your feet in the rocks itll help

sopping wet cat armand!!!

but also he really let louis suffer for days instead of just giving him blood to ease the pain😬

lestats voice caught me off guard genuinely

interesting that armand knows where lestat is. i wonder how the show is gonna go about it. is he in the ground??

and refusing to pass along the i love you message……….theres layers here

u left me for death :((

have i atoned for my part of paris👀👀

the armand daniel bite was very do u know what it means to be loved by death

itty bitty armand fangs

need him alive as a testament to our companionship wtf are we even talking about anymore

arun/maitre😵‍💫

the fucking sunglasses im pissing😭😭

he got that shit on tho

welcome back trinity from the matrix

also just the fact that armand came back like yum i had so much fun on that hunt😁 anyway what are you two up to😇☺️

and louis and daniel just had a harrowing 2 hours trying to recover lost memories and coming to the realization that theyve been mega gaslit for decades

armand saying exactly what louis told daniel word for word

a hunch🫢

i love this show

im so excited for next weeks episode this story is unfolding so beautifully. im even more curious now about why and how this second interview is happening. ((also am very confused/curious about what looks like a protest in the promo??))

[merbear25]

Hiii

For halloween event

Vampire AU

Kuzan

House/manor

Reader is a female

Sfw or nsfw 👁👁 IDK AAA surprise me.

Tag : praising , romantic, thirsty (for blood.. and maybe more.. ahem..)

LOVE U !!

Hey, hey!! Okay, okay, so I'm still new to writing for him, so I hope I did you request justice. Thank you for sending something for the event! 💜🧡

With the roads being narrow and overgrown, the chilly wind that tore through the mountains took your soul along with it. Shuddering from the early visit of winter, you trudged up the hill, praying that some carriage would cross your path. In the distance between the dying branches, a manor could be seen. The embers of hope were fanned, for whoever sat upon the hill would surely offer your sanctuary.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, creampie, mentions of blood and drinking from reader, fluffy smut

Beacon of hope (Kuzan)

A path with a fork in the road: your village could no longer offer you what you needed, but leaving came with an inevitable risk. A chance at a better life was exactly that—up to fate. However, with the early approach of winter and the harvest not having been promising for the past couple of years, many would’ve killed for the opportunity that had been given to you. A job offer that would relocate you to the other side of the country where many lived lives of luxury, and yet here you were fretting over what would become of your home whose soul had been carved out of it.

“If you won’t take the job, maybe they’ll take me!” Your father joked.

“You know why I’m hesitating…”

“I do but you won’t be throwing your life away on my account. I’ll be fine. Heck, I’ve been just dandy all these years and still have many more to come!” His laugh brightened the dull room, painting the walls with his vibrant personality.

“I’ll send money home as often as I can. I promise.” You held his frail hand, sealing your promise with more than just words. Your warmth never failed to offer much needed solace.

“With a heart like yours, you could melt this blasted winter away.” He patted your hand, smiling up at you. One last meal before you were destined for greatness, but it was far from celebratory no matter how hard your father pushed it.

The morning sun remained hidden behind the thick clouds as you climbed into the horse-drawn carriage. Heartfelt wishes of luck were bittersweet because the road ahead was only just being paved. Uncertainty of what awaited you, how successful you’d be, and what that would mean for your family left a heavy weight on your shoulders.

You had a vague sense of direction. The map you held seemed to provoke anxiety more than reassurance as you yanked it out at every sign, river, and stump you came across. “This is getting ridiculous,” you huffed. 

So as not to allow your nerves to prick at your senses, you decided to keep to the path you’d been told. “The instructions were straightforward. Stop second guessing everything,” you muttered under your breath, unable to refrain at the frustration towards yourself.

A week long journey with nothing but the company of your own thoughts. Fears of what could be and excitement of what the future held mixed and swirled together. As the fifth night began closing on you, the treetops hanging overhead rustled. Their bare branches creaked from the powerful winds. Each gust cut to your core and made you wince from the icy sting.

A startling snap from above echoed around you, spooking the horse and sending it recklessly galloping through the narrow passage. The reins slipped through your fingers as the carriage tilted and jostled you in your seat. One large rock upturned it, hurling you onto the unforgivingly harsh floor of the woods.

The horse managed to free itself and frantically sprinted between the trees. As it disappeared behind the tall dark trunks, you were nailed to the ground by shock. The whinnies of your frightened companion soon fell out of range, and as the bitter cold surrounded you, so did the possibility of perishing.

With nowhere to go, your best chances at coming out of this in one piece was to keep moving forward. There has to be someone else nearby, a hut, straggler, anyone! Panic set in as the realization that you were horribly alone sunk in your body that was chilled to the bone.

Looking up in disbelief at your own misfortune, a glimmer of possible sanctuary peaked through the branches. A manor sat on top of a hill offered a second wind. Your numb legs carried you as quickly as they could, the rocks that made you stumble, the twigs that scratched at you were paid no mind because at the top of that hill was warmth.

Lights in the windows were glowing more intensely as you approached the entrance. The gate was unlocked to your amazement. A loud squeak of rusted metal did little to deter you. Finding a happy ending to that night’s turn of events was the only reel playing in your mind.

Loud thuds of the knocker vibrated through the front door. “Hello? Is anyone home? Can anyone please help me?” Your calls were soaked in desperation, for if whoever lived here chose to turn you away, could very well mean severing the strings of life.

Your strained pants caused the lump in your throat to grow. Waiting for any sign of mercy to grace you was agonizing, but as the tears swelled in your eyes at the creeping thought of there being no savior, the door flung open.

Those tears fell from your wide-eyed expression, when a tall dark-haired man asked your business of being there. His stern face led to you spewing everything that had happened up to that point. Your sorrowful begs yanked at his heart strings that had long since been dormant.

“O-okay! Okay, I’ll help you just stop crying…” He held the door open for you, unsure if he was supposed to place his hand on your back or offer you anything.

“Thank you so much! I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t helped me.” Your sobs softened as you looked up at him through wet lashes. Such a sweet tearstained face being flushed from the cold made his chest tighten. It’d been a long time since he was in the presence of a lady that wasn’t on the menu.

He had grown so used to swift ends that he nearly forgot how truly delicate women were. Your soft features were only emphasized as you tried to soothe your woes. “Would you like tea?” The gesture was kind and he gave you a meek smile when you nodded.

“Here…come sit near the fire and I’ll bring you some.”

You put your hands out towards the fire as you waited on the leather couch. Violent shivers covered your body to which he placed a blanket over you. “Be careful, it’s hot.” Taking the cup, your fingers brushed against his.

“You’re so cold! You aren’t unwell, are you?” All he could do was stare at you as the concern you held in your eyes washed over him. The dazed look on his face made you reach out further. “Are you okay?”

“You just remind me of someone.”

The crackling of the fire kept the air between you from dying. You sipped your tea and sighed in satisfaction at the relaxing herbs. “This is lovely, thank you.”

“Are you warm enough?” He cautiously inched closer to you. When you didn’t recoil, his demeanor eased. “I could fetch you another blanket if you’d like.”

“N-no, no. I’m fine. I…I couldn’t be more grateful to you.”

He watched as you gently blew on the beverage, paying close attention to how your lips moved. “You’re quite beautiful,” he said in awe.

Being in such an intimate setting with a man you barely knew got your heart fluttering. His dark eyes held you in a trance. You could feel yourself getting a bit lightheaded the longer you stared into those black pools of mystery. Gentle sways of your body coaxed him to bring a hand to your arm.

“Sorry, I haven’t properly been around many people in such a long time, let alone a gorgeous woman such as yourself.” He leaned in, letting his lips graze your cheek. Your fingers clung to his silk shirt. Short breaths became rapid as he trailed up to your ear. “I can’t resist having a taste.”

A growl rumbled in his chest as your pulse quickened. Sinking his fangs into you, he was mindful how deep he punctured that lovely neck of yours. Your whimpers and tearing at his shirt only heightened your appeal, making you more mouthwatering by the second.

“You’re being so good for me. You sound so sweet and taste even better.” He lathered your wounds with his hot tongue, swirling the tip in the openings for a moment to lure out more of your choked sobs. His hand trailed to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly as he pulled you away from him. 

Blood stained his tan skin and pearly white teeth. Your eyes were glazing over at the sight of him as you were being pulled deeper into the tangling vines of unprecedented desire. He leaned down again, your breath mixing with his. A brief moment hung in the air. Your eyes fluttered to his mouth and your soft pants passed over your quivering lips.

You tugged at him to come closer to which he wouldn’t dream of denying. Crashing his lips against yours left residue of your blood on you. You opened your mouth slightly and let your tongue dance along his bottom lip. A deep groan came from him, and he tightened his grip on your head. Even with your tongues swirling and bodies pressed up against each other, you still weren’t close enough.

Shaky hands roamed under your dress, making your chest heave from the rising passion yearning to meld with his. “So beautiful,” he moaned before bathing the other side of your neck in tender kisses.

“Lay back for me, darling,” he said breathlessly. Positioning himself between your legs, he teased your sweet spot, reveling in those sweet sounds of yours. “God, you’re so perfect.” Your eyes were locked on his, letting the connection between you burn that much more brightly.

As he pressed into you, his grip on your hips tightened. Feeling your dripping need for him spasming was putting his self-control to the test. The way you arched your back from his steady thrusts made him wilder for you.

Such lonely nights had come to an abrupt end; here you were, an object of his desire, offering him so much more than a quick bite. It had been so long since he allowed himself to experience intimacy and vulnerability, and yet none of that mattered. “If you keep making those sounds and moving like that, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back for much longer.”

“I-I want it, please.”

His pace increased, filling the previously lonely space with lustful gasps and the wet slapping of your colliding hips. Your body encased him entirely, as if never wanting to let him go. His breaths stuttered and shook from the temptations of ecstasy swirling within.

Frenzied final thrusts pushed him past his breaking point. In a strangled cry of pure bliss, he coated every inch of your needy cunt. Shudders of peak fervor lingered in your bodies. His hands roamed over you, admiring every dip and curve. 

“Sweetheart,” That pet name carried endearment as the realization that he couldn’t allow you to leave sunk in. “You’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.” He leaned down to capture your lips again. Soft exchanges of want passed between you and made wrapping your arms around each other that much more inviting.

The wind continued to howl outside. While it made its way through the mountains, the warmth of the fire offered the two newfound lovers an orange glow. The heat of your recent fervor gave you much more to bask in than the lust you shared.

[nightcolorz]

Top ten dumb pop songs that you didn’t know were actually written about Part 1, Chapter 4 of Queen of the Damned, The Story of Daniel, the Devil’s Minion, or the Boy from Interview with the Vampire!!!!All the creators of these songs u often hear on the radio actually were inspired bu thus iconic chapter in Anne Rice’s queen of the damned!!! Featuring evidence

Teeth by five seconds of summer (it’s about a guy going crazy over his crazy girlfriend with teeth and blood metaphors 🤷)

ET by Katy Perry (Katy perry is in love with a sexy alien, she wants to be his victim and his lover, she isn’t sure if he’s a devil or an angel. 🤷 he’s from a whole nother world, a different dimension. Just replace alien with ginger boy vampire and it’s basically devils minion chapter by Anne rice)

Your love is my drug by Kesha (daniel molloy said this about Armand but rlly he’s just addicted to his blood womp womp. Ur blood is my drug, laugh out loud)

Addicted by Kelly Clarkson (same as the last one but uses the metaphor of addiction to portray how a fucked up relationship is consuming Kelly. Your love is my drug intense scary version. Devils minion the way Daniel is addicted to that thang)

One way or another by blondie (one way or another he’s gonna find ya he’s gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha. Haha run boy 🏃🏃🏃haha)

Tainted love by soft cell (once I ran to you 🕺🕺now I run from you 💃💃 this tainted love you’ve given, I give you all a boy could give you 🕺🕺take my tears and that’s not nearly allll —-Daniel molloy. Yknow they’ve got that tainted love yknow.)

Bad blood by Taylor swift (controversial but true) (um idk blood and break ups and stuff lol, it’s funny)

Pompeii by bastille (cuz they first got together in Pompeii and then their relationship fell apart lmao I’m clever) (Pompeii getting exploded by the big volcano is a metaphor for Armand and Daniel breaking up 💔)

Animals by maroon 5 (this song is so odd lmao, but you can start over you can run free, but u can’t stay away from me, baby I’m praying on you tonight 😾 hunt u down eat u alive 🦁🦁 baby u think that u can hide but I can smell ur scent for miles 🐺🐺. This song is aboit Maroon Five having a abusive relationship where he is threatening some gal about how no matter how she tries to move on he’s gonna hunt her down and swallow her alive like deviant art so like just like Armand devils minion am I right tumblr ha ha)

sweet but psycho by Ava max (I think that Daniel wrote down the lyrics to this song feverishly in his journal as original poetry venting his complex feelings on Armand as he hunts him down)

paparazzi by lady Gaga: (armand he stalks Daniel Lmao)

BONUS: Anne rice actually did irl say that she associates the nine inch nails song “the only time” with Armand and Daniel’s romance so do with that what u will

LEAVE UR DEVILS MINION SONGS IN THE COMMENTS BELOOW??!!

[screampied]

MY QUEEENNNNN😫😫 here's the update from the reading sesh earlier; -it was definitely quite the sesh -i squirted like it was the first time i ever squirted -i feel pregnant LMFAO -bf is spaced out but wants and will def do a pt. 2 of our reading sesh if i told him -we tried including ice cubes😋 -last and the saddest(?), i started my period towards the end🥲can the ground just swallow me whole bc it's the first time this happened and i felt and still feel so embarrassed.... p.s. i tapped out first bc i wanted to make sure that it was a false alarm and that maybe bf went a little too hard ykwim but alas😞satan decided to pay me a visit one week earlier update after reading the 1st entry of your kinktober: EXCUSE ME?? VAMPS CHOSOKUNA??? I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED?? WHAT??? esp the parts where choso gets pouty abt getting a turn and kuna being greedy but still letting him get a taste while reader just lays there as if she's not there??? the dynamics between the characters??? hello??? work of art??? masterpiece??? museum worthy??? my coochie twitches every time i open your blog, bye- -reading sesh anon♡ and sleepy feral bf anon :p

NONNIEEEEE 😞😞😞

omgggg congrats !!!! squirting supremacy <3 once u get used to it it feels amaaaazing. ice cubs oooh. awh i’m sorry :( that’s gotta be the worst, i’m expecting mine soon n i’m so not ready ✋ my cycle always comes at the worst times like girl no one asked you to be here 😒 ITLL BE OVER SOON ML !!!

hehehe yessss the thought came to me so randomly bc i wanted to write a vampire!au and thought those two would be so good 🙂��↕️. been a hot min since i wrote a threesome so i pray i did okaaaaay. YEAAAAH choso was my fav to write he’s such a pouty baby <3 oh to have them both fight over me 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️.

but thank u sm for reading :(((( I ADORE YOUUU MY SWEET, and have a lovely day / night !!! 💋

[bedforddanes75]

someone read this and tell me im shakespeare. its cowboys Btw if u couldnt tell from the Very obvious religious stuff. ok anyway

"The intimacy of being at his neck.

If he bites, now, he could kill, George thinks. If only he bit. If he bites, he could kill. Matthew could bite right through the jugular and chew the muscle and feast. He could feast on holy flesh and live only on the blessed glee he finds within the blood there. I would give him that power. I would trust in Matthew and let my life be given and held in calloused, gentle palms, a horrible difference of worker and work. I am Matthew’s terrible work, the pain, the back-breaking, the work, I am his, and he lets me be his. If he bites, he could kill. If he bites, he could kill.

Matty wouldn’t dare bite.

Matty will live with his mouth hooked by the teeth onto George’s soft neck, but he will not ever bite. He will resist the urge to masticate on that gorgeous, gorgeous meat, and he will reserve himself and only suck, he will taste, but he will not hurt.

It’s vampiric, the way Matty is. It’s like the “vampirism” is the sin George has run from his whole life, and the sin that George is now realising is better than any Heaven, worth so much more than some…eternal love and life, because Matty is his God. Why would he need to fear and have faith, when the true heaven is right at his lips? He will fall to his knees for Him, for Matty, and he will pray at the hot space between his legs with a mouth blessed, and Matty will tell him he is good. Matty is his Lord and saviour whom he will let his life be taken by, and he will love like he has loved nothing else."

i cannot wait until shit starts happening...i promise it will stop being boring soon

[weemsfreak]

hii can u write a fanfic with r having troubles with their powers n larissa calming them down?

Yes I can! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!!

Shifter

It was your first year at Nevermore Academy. You liked your classes and you made some friends, so you figured it was going pretty well. Your ability presented itself a couple years ago when you felt the urge to shift from your normal form.

You didn't know why you felt like this at first, as your parents had never told you about anything that may make you feel like this. It felt like an out of body experience, like you wanted to temporarily transform into something or someone that you were not. Once you asked your parents about the feeling, they nervously informed you that you may be a shapeshifter, and a while later they shipped you off to Nevermore Academy. They couldn't help you with this feeling, no matter how bad they wanted to. You did have outcasts in your family, but neither of them were outcasts (which made you question things). Alas, you found yourself in Jericho, surrounded by all different types of outcasts. You watched as vampires gathered around a table in the quad, drinking their blood for lunch. Sirens sat around the fountain, charming as they were, talking up a storm. Werewolves sitting at a table not eating, but gossiping excitedly about the full moon tonight. And there were gorgons, hiding behind their hats, along with psychics and other types of outcasts around here somewhere. But as you looked around at everyone in the quad, you felt totally left out. Perhaps you were really an outcast among outcasts, for you did not know of another shapeshifter.

You sighed as you watched Enid approach your table, Wednesday in hand and Ajax trailing behind. "Hi Y/N, what’s for lunch?" the werewolf questioned. "Utter defeat and self pity. Oh I mean salad" you replied chuckling, defeat written on your face. "What's wrong?" Ajax asked. "I just, I don't have anyone to help me with my ability. I don't know any other shapeshifters" you said as you stared down into your lunch. Wednesday raised a brow and looked at Enid. "Well, I'm sure there are some around. Perhaps they're just keeping it secret" Enid chirped, trying to make you feel better. You huffed, "Yea, maybe." "You can practice around us Y/N, if you want to. We won't judge" Ajax said with a smile. You hadn't shifted in awhile even though you had the urge to, you were too scared you would mess it up. "Okay, maybe I'll try it. Who should I shift into?" You and your friends looked around before they all caught a glimpse of the clueless Principal Weems, standing by the entrance to the school, her hands clasped in front of her. "Shift into Weems" Wednesday said, verbally expressing what they were all thinking. Even though there was a possibility that you might get into trouble, you agreed. "So that I can be in charge of the school?" you questioned, laughing at the thought. "Exactly!" Enid squealed, clapping her hands together. You stood up and watched Weems, her mannerisms and her expressions. You watched the way she smiled at students when they greeted her, and the way she carried herself. You got a good look at her figure, and the way she talked. You took a deep breath and tried to transform into her, taking all things into account. You looked back at your friends with hope, feeling different from your usual self. You looked down at your hands, they were Principal Weems' hands. You looked down at your outfit, it was the one she was wearing today. You felt really tall, you towered over everyone. You smiled as you looked at your friends, praying that you had finally succeeded. That was until Enid brought a mirror up to your face, showing you just how you looked. You frowned as you noticed your face wasn't right, your lips too small and your eyes not as alluring. Your hair was messy and your skin wasn't pale enough, perhaps you just needed a better look at her. You tried to talk but what came out was your normal speaking voice, definitely lacking a British accent. You verbally let out a huff as you shifted back to your normal self, taking a seat at the picnic table. "It's just the details Y/N, you did well besides that" Enid reassured you. "Yea, it's like Weems' not as fancy sister" Ajax joined in. Enid glared at him and punched his arm, silently telling him to shut it. You let out a small chuckle, "Thanks guys, I'll get it eventually."

As your friends all left for their next class, you stayed in the quad. You had next class off, so you figured you'd do your reading. Once most of the students had left, you let your head hit the table, letting out a small scream. You held back tears as you watched your arm transform into that of Principal Weems. Well, at least you could transform certain parts, if not everything. You covered your head with your hands and cursed yourself for being so stupid. At one point you thought it would be easy to get a hold of your ability. The thing about abilities was, you could just ignore the fact that you had them if you wanted to. Except you couldn't, not really. The way that the urge to shift poked at your insides and clawed itself out of you with no remorse made you have to shift in some way, often. Shifting was in your blood, and you couldn't rid it no matter how much you wanted to, no matter how hard you tried. As you thought about it more and more, tears pooled up in your eyes. You gathered your things and started walking to your dorm with your head down, defeated. As you walked into the school, you turned the corner and bumped into someone. You noticed their shoes through the tears in your eyes, nude colored kitten heels. You gasped as you looked up, you were almost face to face with the woman you had pretty much just tried to make yourself a clone of. "S-sorry Principal Weems" you said sheepishly, moving to the right and trying to run past her. She took hold of your arm and swung you around, stopping you in your tracks. She smiled, "Y/N, will you follow me to my office?"

You trailed behind her as she made her way to her office, your mind was going a mile a minute. Had she seen you try to shift into her and look absolutely ridiculous? Was she going to scold you for trying to steal the principal's identity? Was she angry at you for using your powers at lunch? Little did you know, Principal Weems had seen you shift, but she didn’t think anything bad of you. She had been in your spot once in her life, hell, more than once. When she attended Nevermore, she had a teacher who helped her learn to shift, she didn't think she would ever be as good at it as she is today. Now, she wanted to be that mentor for you, she wanted to return the favour.

As you entered her office, she sat on the couch in front of the fire place and gestured for you to sit. As you sat beside her, you looked up at her features. She had full red lips, a scar on her top left lip, and deep smile lines. She had a small nose, a dip on the left side. She was pretty pale, almost as pale as her hair was white. Her hair wasn't white, actually, just extremely light. It looked soft, like silk, that would be hard to duplicate. Her eyes were big and blue and mesmerizing with little wrinkles on the outside corners, but you already knew that. She had thin eyebrows that made a crease when they furrowed, like right now. "Are you trying to memorize my face, Y/N?" the older woman questioned. You blushed, looking away from her wide eyed. "No, uh, sorry Principal Weems" you stuttered out. How did she know? Were you being that obvious? The woman chuckled, "It's alright if you were, Y/N. I saw you shift in the quad today." You looked up at her as she raised a brow, expecting you to tell her what was going on. You took a sharp breath in, "Ugh I'm sorry Principal Weems. I just, I'm not good at shifting and I don't understand how I'm supposed to get good if I don't know any other shifters. And I know I shouldn't shift into you but my friends thought it would be funny. It was dumb because I can't do it right anyway." You spit out your apology so fast that once you felt tears well up in your eyes, they were streaming down your face. You covered your face when they fell, feeling embarrassed by your lack of control over your ability. What happened in the quad today may not have seemed like a big deal, but you have been failing at shifting a lot recently. The principal got up to fetch some tissues and returned next to you, rubbing the small of your back for comfort. You sniffled and cried into your hands as your breathing became uneven. The woman wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her and stroking your hair. "Take deep breaths for me, love." You tried to breathe deep and slow but it took a couple minutes for you to stop crying. As you sniffled, the principal shushed you and rocked you gently. You wrapped your arms around her waist and cuddled into her shoulder to calm yourself down. You mumbled against her, "This is a stupid ability, there are no other shifters around. Why couldn't I just be a vampire or something." The woman reached for a tissue and you took it, wiping your tears and nose. The principal sighed, "Y/N, you did wonderful today. There are just a few things that you need to work on. You got the hard parts down pat." She smiled down at you reassuringly. You felt tears in your eyes again and you closed them, you were tired of feeling like a failure. "I don't know" you shrugged. "I know darling. I know what it's like to feel alone, but I also know that you will be a great shifter one day." You furrowed your brows, "How would you know that" you said in a saucy tone. "How would you know what it's like to shift, how would you know if I'm any good" you growled. The older woman ran her fingers through your hair, "Don't work yourself up again Y/N" she whispered. As much as the principal wanted to help you, she also wanted to keep her ability secret. She turned her gaze towards the fireplace as she contemplated her next move. When she looked back at you, she saw herself sitting with her. Young Larissa used to sit next to her teacher and cry about things, mostly her ability. Her teacher was always caring and comforting, and she was always truthful with her. She was her mentor, her friend, and in the end Larissa became an amazing shifter, not to mention the principal of Nevermore Academy. Larissa took a deep breath and took your hand in hers. "Darling, I can help you if you promise to keep a secret for me." You looked into her loving eyes as you wiped tears from yours, what secret would she want to share with you? You decided that you would keep her secret, if she wanted to tell you. "Okay, I promise I won't tell" you whispered.

The woman smiled as she got up from the couch and stood a few feet away. Suddenly she started shifting, and you watched as your own self was standing in front of you. Your jaw dropped and you sat frozen for a minute before you walked over to her and took her in. She was so talented, this was exactly how you looked. Although you haven't seen yourself in person, until now, you presumed that this was how you looked. You took her hand in yours, they matched perfectly. You ran your fingers through her hair, it was exactly yours. You stared into her eyes, and although they perfectly resembled yours, you could tell it was Larissa. "You're a shifter" you said, smiling ear to ear. She brought a hand up to cup your face and she smiled, shifting back into her normal form. "I am Y/N. But, I would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. I'm very secretive about it for multiple reasons, darling." You nodded your head, "I understand Principal Weems." "Good" she chirped. "If you keep this a secret, I will teach you. You have so much potential, you remind me of myself when I was younger." She leaned down so that she was eye level with you. "That's how I know you will be a great shifter one day." You wrapped your arms around the older woman and hugged her close. She chuckled at you as she returned the hug. You found comfort in the soft material of her dress and you quietly said "Thank you for trusting me and for helping me, Principal Weems." The principal smiled into your hair as she remembered why she became the principal in the first place. This is why she was so happy to be the Headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

[verlaineszz]

CAN YOU STAKE MY HEART?

༒︎ VAMP! Chuuya x GN! Sick Reader ༒︎

ANGST(?) + SLIGHT HORROR + FLUFF!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ — SUMMARY! : Ashes and Snow filled the cities of yokohama, the undeads servants rise above the ground, thirsty to sink their fangs into something, news reach you and your lover, Nakahara Chuuya.

You and Chuuya have to survive without getting bitten, trying to survive whilst recovering.

it's one hell of an apocalypse

(inspired by: "Vampires will never hurt you" — my chemical romance.)

A/N: first post!! :D, hey i haven't written in a long time and I've been into vampires, mcr and chuuya for a very long time. This is just a fic i wrote on a whim so don't take it personally since i didn't really think it through enough :<.. It's not very long since i unfortunately am going through something right now but rest assured, i am really trying my best. I'm currently trying out gothic themes

Warnings! : blood, slight g0re, death, swearing

NOT PROOFREAD!

Home is where the news came. You and chuuya got home from work and watched some tv, the news flashed photos of dead bodies with bite marks on their necks. Weird? Right? It was something serious, and bit by bit hundreds of people are already dying and sucked dry, all of the victims skins were pale and shriveled up, as if they have been under the tomb for decades. It was winter and cadavers are on the ground and caskets are in high demand.

Chuuya and you listened in carefully, worry and curiosity filling in the both of you. Chuuya stood up and decided to go cook dinner while listening to the news, it was said that it might be the work of a bat?

No bats around the area have been seen though? So what have caused it? This piqued the curiosity between you and chuuya so you and him, after dinner, decided to do more research about it.

"It must be a virus that infected those bats or something because drinking humans up dry is not normal." you theorized at the dinner table, eating with chuuya as he listens in, occasionally adding more stuff in to conclude atleast an answer that sums things up.

"I dont think so, bats ain't around our area. It could be somethin' else." chuuya adds into the conversation.

The conversation goes on, you and chuuya formulate some theories and one led to vampires, you and chuuya decided to get prepared just in case it was true.

After eating, you go wash up the plates and get ready for bed with chuuya, you took your injections that made you atleast go through the ongoing sickness that was in your heart. You were binded to a demon when you were born, it gave you an ability. Mimicry. The ability to mimic someones voice or appearance for a certain amount of time and that includes their physical attributes as long as you touch their chests but it can only be done once per person, it was an ability like asmodeous Or.. Something like that since you could take on many forms, but the demon that was binded to you was unknown since it was generational, and as time passes by, the demon slowly infects your and the people around you when you hit a certain age, but not chuuya. Since he already has a tenant in him. it infects you inevitably but you only had one suppressant, it was one that was highly expensive and only chuuya had connections to get it.

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The moonlight was bright and it shined upon the both of you on the bed through the balcony, he wraps his arms around your waist and he he gently kisses your hair, he thought about the whole vampire and bat thing and he was praying for it to go away since he only had you by his side, melancholy would've hit him like a dagger through his heart if you were one of the victims, he couldn't let you be one of them.

You look at him with a small smile and he looks at you with eyes of admiration.

The night was quiet and you and chuuya held eachother through it, but agonizing screams were heard outside. Obviously this attracted both you and him, he stands up and look through the balcony, you followed behind him, analyzing what is going on around your surroundings, but nothing was there.

Weeks pass and the situation got worse, more and more people are dying and funeral parlors are getting rich, word about the deaths reach the news and everyone was freaking out in the internet, it was said that a vampire was discovered while mutilating a body, after that news spread it became an apocalypse. Vampires came out everywhere and preyed on anything during the night. Everybody wished it was morning all the time because when the sun goes down into the ground, they immerge from the darkness to suck lives out of human beings and animals.

Chuuya and you currently have been boarding up your shared house and stocking up your injections and food. Everything came to a halt that it was eerie.

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You and chuuya held eachother every night, he'd hold you and caress your hair, whispering — "I'll never let them hurt you, i promise."

He was worried and so were you, you sit down on your bed as he holds your hand and kissing it, he really was the only one you had, this was like a nightly ritual. Every night he'd pamper you with affection.

One day, he goes out to buy more of your medicine and to stock up on the food since the last time someone had to stock up was you, he goes out during the morning and the buildings around were mostly deserted from how much people has died that it felt like a ghost town, he goes and buys food and goes over to the lab to get your injections, but the lab that he normally goes to was empty and was only left with one person that had pale skin and black hair. "Wheres the doctor?" chuuya asks. "he is currently on break, for now."— the person in the lab replied. Chuuya had a sketchy feeling but decided to ignore it and just get the injections for you and leave, he goes do testings to get you your medicine and as he was about to grab the medicine, the person lunges their fangs into neck "agh! Fuck!" chuuya curses as he tries to push the person away but the person was incredibly strong. This was the last thing he wanted to happen. He didn't want you to lose him, after a few tries he successfully pushes them away, tearing off a long piece of skin from his chest, crimson liquid drips out of his chest from the damged skin but made a run for it, he hides his neck. And just runs back home, how could a vampire be active at this time when they're nocturnal? This baffled him but he arrives home and patches himself up without you being aware of the whole Situation.

Days pass and he tries to hide it from you, slowly avoiding you but he craved for you, you noticed this and couldn't help but talk to him. You grab his shoulder and talk to him with a worried look, "Chuuya? What's going on? Why have you been avoiding me? Did i so something?" you ask

He looks at you guiltily but he finally opens up, he grabs your wrist and puts you on his lap, caressing your face and looks down on your neck, his hearts pounds and the thought of just sinking his fangs into you filled him, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. He could never let you get hurt. He holds himself together and just kiss your neck, you let out a surprised noise before Patting his head.

"im sorry." he muttered. The vampirism was already getting to him and he couldn't let you get hurt so he reveals everything to you, your eyes widens and he caresses your hand, kissing it and looking up at you.

"i need you to do something for me and it's for you to stake my heart."

"what the hell are you talking about!?" you replied, shocked and nervous

"it'll save the both of us, remember what i promised? I'll never let them hurt you, doll. " he says as he caresses your waist and looks at you.

He needed you to do it for him, he rather have your hands finish him than his own anyway.

"i can't.. Do it." you reply, he takes out a dagger and he hands it to you, "put the spike in my heart. Please." as much as he wanted to be with you, he wanted to protect you. He blamed himself for getting bitten. And he would never forgive himself.

He says with a serious tone, you couldn't. You and him argued about it that you were crying, he held you close but the lingering feeling of just drinking your sweet blood just filled him up. He holds you close and wipes your tears, his humanity was slowly slipping away due to the vampirism. "it's the sake for the both of us, cara mia." he says as he kisses your nose to your neck, you held the dagger as you decide what to do. He was your lover, you couldn't just kill him!? But this what he wanted. You thought that you shouldve been the one that got bitten.

He kisses your neck and he whispers something, "do it, please.. You have no idea what you're up against,Because I've seen what they look like, they're like ghosts in snow."

Your eyes widens but as he kisses your neck, you feel something cold touch your neck, something sharp... And that trigger your reflexes and you lunged the dagger through his heart. Your eyes widens and you shake in horror to see a dagger through his chest, he was bleeding but he smiled at you proudly and weakly his hand on your waist and his other caressing your face and wiping yours tears with his thumb.

"You know, you still look beautiful, doll."

Your eyes widens but as he says his last words, he was already gone. But you felt something dripping down your neck.. You touched your neck and see pitchfork red.

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[spnandtvdudeservedbetter]

Forever, Darling

Kol Mikaelson x reader: Kol has to go out with Y/N to kill some enemies, while Kol is   fighting off a  rather persistent vampire, Y/n gets bitten by another. Disaster ensues as he realizes she won’t wake up after being healed..... 

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The Mikaelsons had  heard news of the witches and vampires of New Orleans conspiring against them, Y/N and Kol are told to deliver a message to their enemies. They make their way to the cemetery where they find a particularly angry group of vampires with no witches in sight.

One vampire steps up to Kol, thus beginning the massacre.

Kol was fighting off one of the vampires, I had two of them on me at once, I pushed one to the ground, the other sneaking behind me to put me in a chokehold. I threw myself to my knees, launching the fanged fiend to fall over my back and onto the ground.

As I stood back up, looking at Kol, who was currently pulling vampires' hearts out of their chests, I felt a hand grab my neck and lift me, speeding straight to the cement wall behind me. Prying his hand from my neck, I threw my head forward into his jaw, he responded by pulling my hair away and revealing his inherently visceral fangs before biting into my exposed flesh. “Kol!” I shake, attempting to pull myself from the vampire’s grip, soon enough my vision becomes cloudy, my body is thrown to the ground once more as blood begins to fill my throat, choking me.

 “Y/N!” Kol  drops beside me, gently picking  my head up and laying it in his lap, “I’m going to take care of you, okay? Everything’s going to be okay.” he says, bringing his wrist to his mouth, biting it and feeding me his blood. I watch as Kol’s  eyes widen in panic when the  blood doesn’t heal me, He sits me up lifting my body from the ground and speeding back to the compound.

“Freya! I need you!” Kol demands, walking into the compound, y/n unconscious in his arms.

“What happened, brother?” She says, gesturing for Kol to lay Y/n down on the nearby couch inside the ballroom.Freya kneels by Y/N’s side, placing her hand on my forehead, she inhales sharply before seeing flashes of light in her mind’s eye, Y/n’s screams echoing in the distance, a witch by the name of Eva Sinclair holding onto her chanting some spirit binding spell.

Freya gasps, before opening her eyes again, 

“ What is it? Why isn’t she waking up?” Elijah asks, from the doorway. 

“Eva. She’s attempting to bind her spirit to Y/n.” Freya explains.

“ She can’t do that, it’s impossible.” Kol stutters, grasping Y/n’s hand.

“ It’s actually quite possible brother, the only way to stop it is if we turn her.”

“No, we can’t do that to her.” Elijah protested

“I’m not going to lose the girl that I love because of  the petty witches of the French Quarter, brother.”Kol kneels next to Y/n, he grabs her head with both of his hands, leaning forward he kisses her forehead, a tear escaping his eye, “ Please come back to me, I love you.” he whispers before snapping her neck.He sobs at the sound of it, hoping, praying that he will see her eyes again. The rest of the Mikaelson siblings leave, only to give Y/n and Kol some form of privacy.

He sits there for hours, consistently checking her pulse, trying to hear her breathing, there is nothing, just silent and still death, he begins to lose hope, looking at her from his place on the opposite couch.

Elijah walks in, “ She- she should’ve woken up by now.” Kol stutters, tears beginning to well up in his eyes as he looks at his older brother.

“ I am sorry, brother.” Elijah sighs walking over to Kol.

Y/N gasps, sitting up and looking around in a panic, Elijah nods before speeding away.

“Kol? How did we get back? How am I alive?”

“ You were bleeding out after I gave you my blood, Freya searched your mind and saw that you were in the process of being bound spiritually to Eva Sinclair, the only way to stop it was to turn you.”

“ You turned me, so I’m in transition.”

“Yes, I need you to feed, I can’t lose you again”

“ Okay, go get me a blood bag then, because I am not feeding directly from a human.”

Kol stands up, speeding to the kitchen and grabbing Y/N two blood bags from the fridge.He’s back before she even notices, he hands her the bag. She takes it with shaking hands.

“It’s gonna be okay. I promise, I’m right here” Kol reassures her.

She rips the cap off of the blood bag, before sipping the red liquid down, she gagged at first but immediately she couldn't get enough of its taste. As she drank the blood her face transformed, she could feel her fangs growing, the euphoric feeling  spreading throughout her body.

Looking up once more, she notices Kol looking at her with hope in his eyes, “ What?” she muttered.

“Nothing darling. I just can’t wait to spend the rest of eternity kicking ass together.” he smirked.

 Y/n chuckles, before looking down at her hands, her face dropping,“ why didn’t you let me go?”

His smirk fades, he looks down, “ Because- I- I love you.”

 There's a long pause before Y/N speaks again, “I love you too.”

He takes the empty blood bag beside her and puts it on the coffee table in front of them, he sits next to her, before grabbing her hands, “I promise that I will help you through this.” 

“I know, thank you for saving my life.” She says leaning onto his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her before giving her a kiss on her temple, he sighs in relief that she made it through the catastrophic events of their day. 

[oekaki-chan]

hey c! any tips for choosing skin colors? i always seem to make it either too saturated or unsaturated and idk why my colors always seem a bit odd to look at :") also, how do u pick skin colors and make them have a different hue like green/orange/blue without making it look weird? there are times though where i get lucky with the skin color picking but that's bcs im just randomly scrolling the hues and color wheel and pray that it looks good lol

There are many skin tone variations out there, the one with olive tone, pink tone, reddish tone, the one with warm undertone, cool undertone, etc, so I can't say that there really is any right or wrong tone for skin color, just make sure to avoid this area when coloring alive human skin because it'll make the skin look ashy (unless you're drawing dead people or vampires)

I tend to pick color for skin tone around the red-orange ranges, but the easiest way to pick a skin tone is to pick from a photo with good color saturation like one of these, you can search "humanae" on google (it's a photography project where an artist attempted to collect many pictures of people and their skin colors) and it'll show you TONS of skin color variations you can choose from.

As for making the skin tone a different hue, the easiest way to achieve that is by using blending modes 😂

I hope this helps, and I'm sorry if you intended to ask this privately 😭 It's a good question and I think other people might want to see it too!

[fuckmeyer]

I don’t expect a response to this as SPOILERS, but I just needed to share some thoughts and thanks!

I think this is one of the most fascinating chapters to date. like… Ed and Bella getting DOWN DIRTY in the bathroom, tearing up the tile floor ugh what a pleasure to play that scene out in my brain 😩 KEEEPPP GOINGGGGG with the sex stuff!!! I know it’s daunting but you’ve got such a gift!

Fuck off Tanya telling Edward he smells lovelier because he’s mated is actually so hot? Her casual flirtation toward him and Bella’s white hot jealously and Edward’s jealously at Eleazar even putting his hands on her, and their constant horniness despite the situation has me like gasping for breath and sweating LMAO. You’re really out here bringing uber sexiness to the vampire world and I LOVE YOU for it beyond measure!!!!! Also the talk of how the human experience is rather dull in comparison to the vampire’s, because their brain capacity is much greater and the depth of their emotions is much deeper, really makes you realize how fucked Edward is feeling 24/7!!! My poor sweet angel… I really pray Bella becomes a vamp in the end, they are just going to be so beautiful together (already are but.. yknow)

Love the scene of Jasper trying to penetrate Bella’s shield and the conclusion that she’s powerful as fuck. I am FREAKING for Jasper’s backstory in the next chapter. He is one of my absolute favorite characters in your stories. Also dying to know what evil shit Carlisle was up to back then….

As always, ever fascinated with the mechanics in that brain of yours. You’re breathing LIFE into me all the time

i'll be real with you, this mating bond shit is getting out of hand😩 smeyer was like "vampires mate super intensely & only once but i will never give u details & i am not taking criticism ty <3" & at first i was like "smeyer open the door we need to talk," but then SILLY ME the sheer HUBRIS i got from writing ITA i was like "ok smeyer if u won't open this door i will BOMB THIS PLACE TO SMITHEREENS by making mating bonds the sexiest animalistic polyamorous freak show ur mormon eyes ever seen, BELIEVE IT," and now every time i post a chapter i'm like "i am going to be sick, this is not your mom's Edward and Bella, if i post this chap all the readers will get up and walk out"

but SOMEHOW some of u have STILL not walked out on the freak show which is equal parts relief and anxiety-inducing bc i wish i could be like "well hehe this is the freakiest it gets folks! :)" but NO, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE HALF OF IT THIS IS ALL JUST THE BEGINNING YOU DON'T KNOW HOW FREAKY THIS SLOW-BURN FREAK SHOW IS GOING TO GET THIS IS NOT YOUR MOM'S EDWARD AND BELLA PREPARE FOR THE STORM MAGGOTS ETC

anyway i am fine and normal

[yandereseijuun]

Little sunshine

Yan!Dadam(Adam)xYui.K! Reader x Eve

Warning : It might contain some spoiler from DL , but it is not the same as the DL , here Yui! Reader tried to escape from The Sakamaki and Mukami siblings and live with the Tsukinami

For @kiannas-stuff srry if im extremely late

First off...ARE U AN ANGEL COMING FROM HEAVEN?

Dadam has found you , laying down in the forest covered in bite and many injuries . And he brought you to his home , patching u up before letting you go

Well....at least thats what we thought

During your stay at their home , Mama Eve and Dadam grew attached to you , even Cain and Abel !

Mama Eve isn't the one who can kill anybody if they hurt u , thats Dadam you should be careful about

They won"t let you go! Having a peaceful walk in the forest ? Darling , Adam will go with you , if thats not Adam , Cain or Abel will be with you

If you dare to escape...well you cannot hide anywhere in the world because you have three vampire familt who"s chasing you and a new family who won't let you go

During your escape , Eve is the first one who always caught you so she tries to guilttrap you so you can"t escape.

When its Cain , he'll get a lil bit agressive , tries to take you and bring you to Adam by force or by pity

When its Abel , same as his mother , but he grew attached to you so much that he cannot let you go to his parents

And when its Adam , he will ask you gently three times , if you accept everything will be alright if you decline , get ready to be chained and get hit til you're all bloody

Eve and Abel hate it when you're getting punished but the rules are the rules

One time you were praying in a old chapel , Laito came to you , biting you which Adam wasn't so much happier when he saw this . He got mad pretty mad first of all

Why are you praying God? He's the one who throwed Adam and his family away and you except him to help u ? Adam will make you forget the All Mighty God as you may call

He and Eve doesnt want to corrupt your little mind , your innoncence , they want to preserve it as they were protecting a diamond

Cain and Abel are big brothers to you , even tho Cain is a lil bit Tsundere sometimes

One shot time!

Running , running fast as you can , many bruises on your legs , shoulders . Even that you still kept running for your life .

What in the world was happening .

You were running from Shin (Tsukinami) and his wolves , well Shin was misbehaving again and you told him to stop to which he doesn't . Telling Carla (thats a man fr those who dont know) he answered that wasn't his buisness and shoo Shin and you outside so you two could deal with this problem.

Then you two went outside still arguing and Shin looked at you devilishly proposing a thing that was unpredictable

"Sooo human , we're playing hide and seek , if you won , i'll forgive you in other case i won you'll be my prey fr a moment"

Scared thats why you ran for your life , hearing wolves noises behind you , you kept running in the unknown , hopelessly finding someone who might help you.

Suddenly you felt and knocked yourself out , you probably hurted yourself against a rock.

You opened your eyes , and you heard a woman voice "Darling she would wake up?" A feminine voice asked "Yea she will ,we need to take care of her until shes fully healed" a man voice spoke .

After you woke up , you met Eve , she was the one who took care of you. Then you met their sons Cain and Abel

Everything was alright until you noticed their behaviour suddenly changing , when u walk near a lake alone you always felt someone was following you which it was Adam , Eve was always at this to burst in tears , begging you to stay at home and their sons Cain and Abel mostly Cain will not hesit to kill the persons who dare to speak or see you (He let his family live tho)

The thing you love now , Karlheinz hasn't sent his sons nor the Mukami to brought you back , some rumors are spreading that the Sakamaki and Mukami has found a new "Toy" human to play with , Shin still mad and also worried because he couldn't find you and who's gonna give him some peanuts ? Or let him drink some blood?

But now theres a new problem

The family has found a new little sunshine to brighten their lives and you cannot escape them