#please turn me into a vampire 🦇

[eyemarchshelby]

NADJA OF ANTIPAXOS (my darling wife)

[artbyfuji]

Hope you all had a frightful STRQOWEEN 🎃👻

[sweetrevxnge]

Ghosts In The Snow

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader AU

Summary: Six long years had passed under the reign of the First Order. The bitter winters grew longer, and as they did, hope faded from the hearts of the citizens of Hosnian Prime. As a lieutenant in the Resistance cavalry, it was your duty to nurture that ember of hope. After a mission takes an unexpected turn, you are taken prisoner by a commander in the First Order, a mysterious man with an insatiable appetite—for violence, power, and you. In the coming days, you must keep the spark of your own hope alive from the dark confines of the Commander's castle.

Warnings: sexual content, violence, blood kink, gore, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV

Chapter V

Chapter VI

Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.6k

Chapter-specific CW: torture (what fun!), period-typical sexism

A/N: the dead speak! lmao at least that's what it feels like coming back after an entire YEAR??? I kinda got sucked into playing 1,200+ hours of baldur's gate 3, romancing a certain vampiric elf time and time again, which gave me plenty of inspiration to continue this fic. I never meant to be gone for so long, so if you're still interested in this story, please let me know!

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What have you done?

To say that you were restless would be an understatement. The first order of business when you returned to your chambers was finding a safe place to store your stolen weapon, and now, hours later, you had yet to succeed. 

You paced the room, wearing holes in the soles of your slippers as you wondered if you had made the right decision. It was unlike you to have sticky fingers, but then again, these were unprecedented times. Boldness meant survival.

Above all, you feared Ren was privy to your thievery, despite his silence on the walk back to your chambers. The prick of blood seemed enough to distract him for a moment, or perhaps he was practiced in hiding his tells. Either way, the consequences of him knowing gnawed at your sanity.

Rey had tended the hearth while you were away, ensuring your chambers were kept warm and filled with the familiar scent of dry wood. Her diligence as a handmaid proved to be an unforeseen complication in hiding your contraband.

Instinct urged you to keep it close to your bed, but reason told you it would be found too easily there. Same with the lounges circling the hearth, whose velour cushions could conceal many things if asked to. Though a dagger lodged in one’s rear would raise many concerns, as well as promise unspeakable punishments to come.

For these reasons, you ultimately settled on the bookcase.

Towering in the corner was a collection of books and texts, dense enough to put even the most curious scholars to sleep. A perfect place to hide a dagger.

Dragging a footstool over as a makeshift ladder, you reached for a leather-bound book embossed with gold letters along its spine. Imperium Nunquam Fuit. Though written in Old Basic, you understood its meaning.

The Empire That Never Was. A phrase coined by Grand Moff Wilhuff Tarkin to describe the destruction of Alderaan during the Revolution. An unsavory way to speak about a fallen civilization—considering he was the man responsible.

You made quick work of hollowing the historical text, skimming the page you’d turned to before defacing it. This passage detailed the last of the Imperial attacks on Alderaan, near the end of the Rebellion. One of the more infamous sieges of the war, earning its place in history with a tithe of blood and destruction.

The lines of script told the story of how Imperial soldiers salted Alderaan’s lands and butchered the citizens—babes and crones included. The Empire was thorough, wiping out an entire civilization over a mere conspiracy. With few survivors, and even fewer successors, Alderaanian blood was a rarity. You supposed that was one of the many things that set General Organa apart from the rest.

Considering the contents, it was a book of little interest to the First Order—a perfect hiding place.

The point of your blade pierced the parchment with ease, as if slicing through a block of butter rather than a thousand-page text. Tragic as it was to ruin a book like this, what other choice did you have? Hosnian Prime’s Grand Archives likely stored dozens of copies; one locked away in the depths of the First Order’s fortress would not be missed.

The fit was snug, but it would do for now. As for the pages you’d carved out, they laid in a pile at your feet, a messy reminder that your room was not private.

You slammed the book shut and returned it, hurrying to clean the shreds of paper scattered across the red carpets. Despite your efforts, the fragments proved too difficult to clean with just your hands alone, forcing you to sweep them into your skirts.

As you carried the pieces to the hearth, a gentle knock sounded through the oak doors. “Gods,” you muttered as you rushed towards the fire, dumping the pages unceremoniously onto the crackling wood.

Another rap on the door.

“Just a moment, please!” It was impossible to hide the panic in your voice as you prodded at the withering pages with an iron poker. Time seemed to slow as you watched the flames engulf the ink, turning Alderaan’s history to ash once more.

“It’s me, my lady.” Muffled by the wood, Rey’s voice was barely audible over the fire, hissing with fresh fodder. If any good came from her being your visitor, it was her staunch etiquette. She would not barge in uninvited—unlike some of the castle’s residents.

Brushing the slivers of evidence from your gown, you opened the doors, mindful of the lingering ash in the hearth. “My apologies. I was…” You cleared your throat, smoothing out your skirts before finishing your lie. “Indecent.”

Demure as ever, Rey dropped her gaze as she curtseyed before you. “It’s no matter, my lady. I was sent to fetch you; the Supreme Leader requests your presence.”

The moment his name left her lips, cotton filled your mouth, forcing its way down your throat as you swallowed your fear. What reason would the Supreme Leader have to summon you—at this late hour, no less?

Your thoughts immediately turned to Commander Ren. Perhaps he had noticed your theft after all and reported your offence to Snoke. If that were true, you vowed to slice his throat first. 

“Did he give a reason?” you asked, trying to maintain your resolve.

Rey’s throat knocked in her slender neck. “He did not say.”

Part of you wanted to take the damned blade with you, but recklessness wouldn’t serve you. Though you did not recognize him as your ruler, you were not keen on adding treason to your ledger.

You sighed, coming to stand beside Rey at the door, shoulders pressed back and hands folded over your lap. “I’m surprised he didn’t send you with manacles.”

She said nothing, but the trace smile on her lips told you all that you needed to know. You couldn’t blame her for watching her tongue around you. Given what transpired last night, you would do the same in her position.

The two of you walked in near silence to the throne chambers, passing countless tall windows with panes stained a deep red, dark enough to block most light from entering. What little light did manage to seep through painted the halls crimson, giving the appearance of blood spilling over the floor.

The burned pages of text flashed in your mind.

Every step forward was committed to memory, including the number of paces between notable fixtures, as well as where each one stood in relation to your chambers. Still, there was no sign of an access point in this section of the castle. But your resolve did not falter. If there was a means of entry into this accursed fortress, there must also be a means of escape.

As you rounded the corner to another corridor, you glanced at your handmaid, noticing that her usual singular bun had evolved into three smaller ones, meeting the nape of her neck in a uniform line.

“You’ve changed your hair.” The observation came out as more of a question than a comment.

“Yes, my lady,” she said, delicate fingers reaching to touch the one near her collar. “An effort to be closer to the gods.”

You furrowed your brows. “How’s that?”

“As there are three of them, there are three knots. We servants are forbidden to worship openly, so we find other ways.” She closed her eyes for a moment, tilting her chin towards her chest. “Divine strength allows clarity of the mind.”

While you were not necessarily a pious woman, you were familiar enough with the gods from your upbringing to understand what she meant. As a child, you often prayed at your family’s shrine, asking for a bountiful harvest, good health, and, most of all, peace in the realm. For many years, they fulfilled your wishes. Now, your faith provided you with little comfort.

“Certainly,” you said, not wanting to discuss the subject any further. “Are we nearly there?”

“Just down this hall,” she said, her tone clipped. Either she was annoyed with the change of subject, or just as uneasy about seeing the Supreme Leader as you were.

True to her word, Rey came to a stop near the end of the corridor, leaving a short distance between you and the two looming oak doors, with iron enforcements woven into the grain and a guard posted on either side. Their faces were concealed by crimson veils, the signature regalia of the Praetorian Guard. Those tasked with protecting the ruler of these lands, whether they carried the title of Chancellor, Emperor, or Supreme Leader.

The warmth drained from your face at the sight.

“This is where I leave you, my lady.” Her face lacked its usual peachy hue, her freckles washed away by the candlelight. “The Supreme Leader does not allow us to enter these chambers, save for when he is passing judgment upon us.”

Standing before the faceless guards, you understood her unease.

“Will you be here to escort me back?” you asked, palms growing damp as you clutched the fabric of your gown.

“It is late. I must turn in for the evening.” She shifted her weight, eyes darting between you and the guards, whose presence seemed to loom over you from meters away. “Besides, I should think you do not require my assistance from this point.”

With that, she turned on her heels and retreated, her steps muted as she faded into the stretching darkness of the hallway. Turning to face the guards, dread settled in your stomach. Surely these warriors would not accompany you back to your chambers.

You studied them for a moment, the strategist in your mind seeking to understand what threat they posed. Both were tall and well-fed, given the size of their uniforms. The one to your left carried a bisento, while the other held a tall voulge, both equally unnerving. Their blades were pristine, foreign to combat. You wondered if the same could be said for those wielding them, too.

As if seeking to test your theory, they readied their weapons as you approached, each blade humming as it sliced through the air.

You came to a halt, the hair on the back of your neck now stiff. “I’ve been summoned by the Supreme Leader.”

The two remained poised to strike for a long moment before returning to their sentry state, offering one another a brisk nod as they pushed the heavy doors open, revealing the grand throne room. With tentative steps, you approached, pausing at the threshold.

Black marble columns lined the walkway to the throne, each manned by a knight of the Praetorian Guard, their crimson armor matching the First Order banners draped along the cobbled walls. Above the throne was the room’s sole window, with red stained panels filling the space between the spokes of the First Order insignia. Six steps carved of the same dark mineral as the columns led to the throne, lined with black velvet upholstery and a towering slate backing. Perched comfortably in the seat was Supreme Leader Snoke, draped in golden robes that flowed over his limbs like smelted ore, barely concealing the matching jewelry wrapped snugly around his fingers.

The paragon of humility.

He was joined by another: the fire-haired General Hux. His gaze snapped to you as the doors creaked open, beady eyes piercing you like darts from across the chamber.

“Ah, my guest of honor,” Snoke crooned, clasping his hands before his chest in delight. His tone fell icy as he turned to address the General. “Leave us.”

Confusion spread across his pale features as he turned to face Snoke once more. “But, Supreme Leader, there is still much to be discussed.”

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You are to leave these chambers at once, General Hux, or you will be removed.” Snoke’s gravelly voice rumbled through the hall with the force of a thousand footsteps, and reluctantly, Hux obeyed.

You watched the scene play out before you from the safety of the doorway, your feet rooted to the floor.

Snoke relaxed in his chair once more, beckoning you in with a hand gesture. “Please, come in, darling.”

Willing your feet to move, you did as he asked, eyes flitting between the Praetorian guard and the approaching General Hux, whose expression could only be described as irate as he brushed past you, black coat fluttering behind him.

Your heart was lodged in your throat as you neared the throne, feeling like a lamb being shepherded towards the maw of a lion. You stopped in line with the last of the guards before the Supreme Leader, leaving some distance still.

Snoke watched you with keen eyes, a stark contrast to his stoic front. “I do hope you are well, my dear. I can only imagine the days spent in anticipation of your wedding are agonizing.”

You frowned. “Is that why you summoned me? To ask me about my wedding?”

“Of course not. But pleasantries are the foundation of any proper conversation.” The humor fell from his voice. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” The words left a sour taste in your mouth, like wine crafted from grapes plucked too early.

Satisfied, he settled back into his throne, resting his hands over the ornate armrests. “See? Deference needn’t be cumbersome.”

His mocking tone made your vision red, but you held your tongue. Invisible threads tied you to him and his guards, each one pulled taught in the silence. It would take nothing more than a misstep to cause one of them to snap.

He spoke again, this time with authority. “It has come to my attention that you are unaware of what is expected of you as a noblewoman.”

You let out a terse exhale. “I suppose I am. Perhaps that is because of the conditions under which I am becoming one.”

A thin smile curled on the Supreme Leader’s lips. “These are unprecedented times, lieutenant.”

The emphasis on your title made your skin crawl. Snoke was calculated, sadistic. With his power, he was untouchable. The red veils surrounding you served as a constant reminder of his invulnerability.

“Now, I am curious. How did you manage that?” he added, tilting his head in intrigue. “A commoner like yourself rising to the rank of a commanding officer is no easy feat—even more so for a woman.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hardly see how this is relevant to my new status as a noblewoman.”

Despite your outward naivety, you knew too well what being a noblewoman would entail. You’d known from the moment your betrothal was announced. You were to be the docile wife of a commander, providing him an heir, a spare, and a warm bed whenever he pleased. Your military career would be swept away by the title of Lady Ren, all traces of your independence lost to time. You couldn’t think of anything less appealing.

“As a Lady of the First Order, you will be granted privileges seldom given to others, such as this.” Snoke motioned to the surrounding space, and you found yourself unable to decipher his meaning.

He isn’t referring to having an audience with the ruler of the realm as a privilege, is he?

He continued, “The safety of the castle. Our stronghold. You will be protected within its walls.”

Oh. Of course.

You suppressed a scoff. “I find that hard to believe, considering Commander Ren has attempted to strangle me twice over since my arrival.”

“I see,” he mused, pressing an index finger to his lips in thought. “My mercurial underling. If only his mind were half as quick as his temper.”

Somehow, your first instinct was to defend Commander Ren from his inflaming remark. While the Supreme Leader was correct about Ren’s temperament, he didn’t see the side of him that you saw—however infrequently it may have showed itself. There was a tenderness to him, fleeting in nature, like a luminescent star ripping through the night sky. You saw it in his eyes as he sat before your hearth, again when he laced your bodice.

Or perhaps what you felt was just the lingering effects of his charm.

Snoke’s rough voice broke your reverie. “Nevertheless, I’m sure Commander Ren had his reasons. Just as I’m sure whatever actions may have led to these outbursts will cease henceforth, won’t they?”

Before you could answer, a searing pain sliced through your skull, its barbed tendrils reaching into the deepest part of your consciousness. Every muscle in your body became succinctly rigid, frozen in place as an invisible force suspended you midair. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to call out; for the gods, for your mother—even for Commander Ren.

“You will behave yourself, insolent girl, or you will be disposed of.”

Despite your efforts, no sound would come from your throat. An eternity seemed to pass as the Supreme Leader kept you trapped, holding your feet to the fire of his anger. Mustering every ounce of strength, you forced your chin down in agreement, hot tears distorting your vision.

Without moving a muscle, he relinquished his hold on you, your knees cracking against the marble floor in an instant. The violet fabric of your gown pooled around you like the blood of a slain enemy, collecting the tears that fell from your chin.

Before you could find your voice, the creak of wood and subsequent rustling of armor behind you swiped your attention. The guards had readied their weapons, aiming at something other than you.

You flinched as the doors slammed shut, followed by a heavy—yet quick—footfall.

“What is the meaning of this?” Commander Ren’s voice was biting, filled with untamed fury as he entered the grand hall. His cloak rippled behind him like the night sea, silver sword in hand as he marched forward.

You scurried backwards on your tender palms, caught between his rage and the throne. He drew closer, only stopping at the intersection of two of the guards’ blades.

“Commander Ren, what a welcome surprise,” Snoke crooned. “Your bride was just leaving.”

His eyes found yours in an instant—wild and dark. Silently, you pleaded for his cooperation. If he were to strike at the guard, your life would be forfeit.

Outnumbered by eight blades, he stowed his own. “What have you done?” he demanded.

Though he was looking at you, his question was directed at the man atop the throne, whose enthusiasm at his subordinate’s display was palpable.

“Nothing you have not already done yourself,” Snoke growled. With that, he stood to his feet and stepped down from his throne, closing the gap you’d deliberately left and standing over you. “See her back to her chambers, Commander.”

A snarl flashed across Ren’s face as he pushed past the guards and kneeled before you, extending a gloved hand for you. Though he was quiet, his eyes were heavy with guilt.

With legs like a new foal, you accepted his help, gripping his hand like a lifeline as you stood. “Thank you.” The words floated from your mouth, burning your throat as they passed through.

He only nodded in return, guiding you away from the chamber. Because of his intrusion, the outer guards were now sealed inside, allowing some privacy in the dimly lit hall.

Ren came to a halt, moving both of his cool hands to rest on your shoulders, inspecting you. “Are you hurt?”

Averting your eyes, you shook your head dismissively, ignoring how your knees seemed to rattle with every step.

He let out an amused hum. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you will, Commander,” you managed to say through your dry mouth. “I’m fine.”

At that, the two of you carried on in silence, meandering through the castle, passing knights and servants alike down each corridor. Ren’s emotion rolled off of him like heat from a flame, slowly dwindling the further you were from the throne room.

As your legs regained their strength, so did your voice. “How did you know I was in there?”

“Does that really matter?”

“I’d say so. For all I know, you’re the reason he summoned me in the first place,” you argued, head spinning as you tried to recognize your surroundings. Only when you realized these walls were unfamiliar did your pace falter. “Stop!”

He obeyed, meeting you where you stood. “What?”

“Answer me.”

He let out a terse breath. “No, I am not the reason he summoned you. Come, we can discuss this later.”

At that, he began his stride again, but you didn’t follow. “No. I will not take one more step. Not before I know where you are taking me, as it is clearly not my chambers.”

“I’m bringing you somewhere private,” he finally answered.

“Are my chambers not private enough?”

“By the gods,” he hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “As I’m sure you’re well aware, it is unbecoming of me to be seen entering your chambers before we are wed.”

You scoffed. “How pragmatic of you.”

Ignoring your comment, he continued, “After your encounter with the Supreme Leader, I think it’s best if we avoid unnecessary speculation—for your sake.”

You couldn’t argue with him. If Snoke was inclined to submit you to the rawest agony over the slightest display of defiance, you could only imagine what else he was capable of.

“Fine,” you conceded, seeing reason in his words. “But let it be known that my cooperation does not reflect my satisfaction with this decision.”

A smile ghosted over his lips. “I know.”

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Carlisle Cullen being submissive one day after a long shift at the hospital? PLEASE

Submissive carlisle x reader❤️‍🔥👐🦇 18+

As you sat in the office wrapped in a blanket, enjoying some herbal tea or hot cocoa. Your eyes started to drift asleep at the organized desk of your husband. When you picture a handsome doctors wife, you'll often picture some smart looking woman in stockings, a skirt, and a blouse half undone, holding red wine to her rosey lips.

You, however, were quite the opposite. Having met your husband some time ago through a friend of your colleagues, you didn't think anything of him. Just a handsome face with popularity, and Bing bang boom, he gets lingering attention wherever he goes.

You were quite lucky. You had managed to capture his attention. Somehow. You're still astounded. You managed to get quite a catch.

Carlisle fell for you for your uniqueness, your perception, and kindness. He couldn't deny. He felt a strong connection between the two of you.

You weren't aware of carlisle's past, not until bella swan came into the Cullen's life.

You weren't turned yet, carlisle didn't want to, not until you were prepared. You didn't mind. Being human was still a pleasure but—being a vampire was far more than anything you wanted.

You heard the sound of a door opening from behind. Being startled, you got up from the desk with the blanket still wrapped around you as you wandered to the door.

"Hell—gah!" In a flash, something glomped you in a gentle hug as the blanket acted as a barrier between contact. "Damn it, Emmett, didn't Rosalie warn you about scaring me—".

"I've waited too long to be with you," his head burrowed in your neck, feeling strands of your hair, inhaling your scent.

You sunk deeply within his grasp. You could smell his faint cologne and otherworldly scent.

"Come, I have an idea, something I wanted to experience with you," he guided you into the room you were staying in.

On top of the bed was a thick mattress fitted with blue sheets. Only, the top held a light blue weighted blanket, helping with your sensory needs. The rain still tapped against the glass of the window, and the fireplace lightly crackling made you relax.

Carlisle, ever so eager, laid on the bed whilst you stood. He mentioned, "I'll never hurt you y/n, please don't force yourself if you're not comfortable, we can do this another night."

You smiled knowing what he implied, he wish for you to be dominant.

As you got up over him, you pushed his chest down with your hand, trailing his smooth, soft chest, with not one ounce of hair to be seen.

His body was sculptured beautifully, reminded you somewhat of the statue David.

Your hands push his shoulders down as your lips meet his, even his lips are smooth, yet cold, compared to your own, you felt no breath. He tried his hardest to hold back, not wanting to taste your blood.

Eagerly—with the blanket falling off you—you kissed him harder and harder, holding his arms flat on the bed. Gently, you grinded against his crotch. He had no reaction—as expected—he wasn't alive after all.

Though you could see it in his face, he enjoyed it. He didn't look at you with lust, but looked with love.

Moaning, your hands slid down to unbuckle his pants. He followed in motion, removing any item of clothing he had.

Whilst your hands gripped his throat to ensure you were in charge, he pleaded "more," he whispered.

He submitted to you, respecting you as his leader.

His cock shoved inside you, a hitched breath escaping your lips.

Your straddle began to move slow, then faster in motion, going up and down. His arms remained still, allowing you to do all the work.

His head slowly came up to suck your teet. However, you pushed him back down, telling him, you were the one in charge.

Eventually, his face changed into one of pleasure; he bit his own bottom lip—knowing he couldn't resist.

You came too close as you forced your lips against his. Feeling the ecstasy, wanting his moan to be all yours. Of course, you did in unison, but your lips covered his, showing the dominance you had over him. He was yours. And yours alone.

At the end of it, Carlisle sat up. His hair a mess. Staring at you, from what you've accomplished. You triumphantly got off his waist, getting the blanket once more, wrapping it around you. Your head laid gently on his chizzled chest as his smooth arms hugged you. Caressing your warm touch.

"That was an experience," you said, sweat dripping down your forehead.

"Indeed that was," he smiled, kissing you.

[peachbubbless]

Can I req gn vampire reader x diego where they end up stuck in an inn due to a really bad storm for a few days so reader ends up needing to drink blood from diego >.< also can I be 🦇 anon :333

Hi! Of course you can be 🦇 anon, lovely to hear from you :3 I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think :)

Bite Me - Diego Brando x Vampire! Reader

The storm rolled in fast. The horses twitched, the air went metallic, and Diego Brando’s scowl deepened. 

You’d been riding behind him for half the day, keeping pace with that tight-lipped tension that passed for cooperation between the two of you. He didn’t ask questions, and you didn’t offer any answers. That was the agreement, mutual benefit, temporary truce, no digging.

The sky cracked open above you, the kind of storm that felt like it was ripping through the clouds. You were already soaked and the trail ahead was vanishing under mud.

You saw it first, a sliver of light through the trees. Faint, flickering. An inn, small and dark beneath the downpour.

“Brando,” you called, voice flat. “There.”

He followed your gaze, clicked his tongue, and turned his horse without a word.

The inn looked half-abandoned, lanterns shuddering in the wind. The sign was half-missing its letters. But it was shelter. Even your skin, ever cold, felt colder still.

Inside, the air was stale with dust and mould. The innkeeper barely looked at either of you. He simply handed over two iron keys with a grunt and vanished into the back room without speaking. You took the left room and Diego took the right.

But only one of them had a working hearth.

You didn’t talk about it, but when the fire was lit, and the rain started battering the windows harder, you both ended up in the same room.

Diego sat on the edge of the bed like a coiled animal, dripping onto the floor, one boot still half-on. 

He looked at you. Really looked. Judged. Narrowed those sharp, predator’s eyes.

“You haven’t eaten,” he said.

It wasn’t a question.

You leaned against the wall, letting the shadows dissolve the sharp lines of your face. “Neither have you.”

“Difference is, I don’t look like I’m about to keel over.” He leaned forward slightly, loose and dangerous. “Or tear someone’s throat out.”

Your stomach twisted, whether from hunger or the way he said it, you weren’t sure.

The fire burned low that night, and neither of you spoke again.

Morning came grey and sodden. The rain didn’t let up.

Not the next day. Not the day after.

The roads were sludge and the mountains impassable. You were trapped. The horses stayed stabled, restless. The innkeeper kept to himself, barely seen, barely heard, as if even he didn’t want to be there.

You tossed and turned restlessly. Ate nothing. Drank water that tasted like rust and iron. Diego had his own rations, dried meat, hard bread. He offered once, half-mocking. But you declined.

By the third day, you were stretched far too thin. A headache had bloomed behind your eyes into something sharp and constant. Everything sounded much too loud: the raindrops, the creaking floorboards, the crack of Diego’s knife as he sharpened it for the second time that night.

“I don’t know what you are.” He said, not looking up. “I don’t know if it’s a Stand, or something worse, but you’re going to snap soon,”

You didn’t answer. You were sitting on the floor by the window, flush against the wall, cradling your knees. Cold, always cold.

He tilted his head toward you, that sharp, irritating smirk just barely tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Is this where you finally confess?” he asked. “What kind of monster you are?”

You stared at him. He met your gaze without flinching. You could hear the pulse in his throat, steady and alive.

Your voice came out low, hoarse. “If I told you, you’d kill me.”

He shrugged. “Depends what kind. There are useful monsters out there. But there’s the kind that get sloppy - why do you think Zeppeli’s still kicking even with half the racers out for his head? He hasn’t slipped yet, but everyone else did, no matter how scary a monster they were.”

You stood. The room shifted with you, tight walls, dim light and too much heat for your cold skin. You felt exposed under his gaze.

“I’m not sloppy,” you said.

“Then you’re starving.”

You looked away. The fire cracked. The silence in the room felt heavier than the rain outside, and finally, you said it:

“I haven’t fed since Kansas.”

The admission made your stomach clench with shame.

Diego blinked. A beat passed. Then:

“…That was over a week ago.”

You nodded, slowly. “I can hold out. A little longer.”

He was silent again. Eyeing you like a hawk. Curious.

Then he stood and crossed the room. Not rushed. Not cautious. Just close enough for his body heat to reach you, like the flicker of a flame which you dared to get too close. He didn’t smell like fear. He never had.

“Tell me what you need,” he said, voice low, controlled.

You met his eyes. The hunger flared up so fast it made your jaw ache.

“…Blood,” you said.

Diego scoffed under his breath, like he’d just been handed proof of something he already suspected.

“Of course it’s blood,” he muttered. “Always something inconvenient with you.”

He didn’t move to help. Didn’t offer. Just stood there waiting - to be proven right or to be proven wrong, it didn’t matter.

“Go on, then,” he said, voice flat. “I’m not going to babysit you through it.”

You didn’t move at first. Just stood there, frozen, the words hanging in the air like a blade.

Diego didn’t back away. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t flinch.

“I’m not offering twice,” he said, low. “If you’re going to do it, do it. If not,” he turned slightly, as if to walk away “don’t waste my time.”

Your hand shot out before you could stop yourself, fingers wrapping around his wrist.

He stopped. Looked at you.

You could feel the heat of his blood through the thin riding gloves. It thrummed under his skin, and it made something deep inside you snarl with need.

Diego raised a brow, but his voice was quiet now. “How does it work?”

Your throat was dry. “Fastest near the neck. Cleanest at the wrist. But I can take less if it’s the shoulder or -”

“You said fastest.” He tilted his head, baring his throat to you, just slightly. Not enough to seem submissive - just enough to make your heart kick.

“Don’t make a mess,” he said.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

The moment you stepped close enough to feel his breath, something in you broke. Instinct surged up, dangerous and beautiful. You pressed one hand to his shoulder, fingers trembling, and the other against the back of his neck.

“Tell me to stop,” you whispered. You needed him to say it. Needed the excuse.

But he didn’t.

So you bit.

His blood hit your tongue like fire, ash and something wild. It was hot and intoxicating, alive in a way that made the rest of the world die quietly. You drank like you were dying along with it, and maybe you were.

Diego didn’t move. Didn’t jerk or push you off. His breath caught once, just once, but his body remained still under your hands.

The sound of the storm outside faded beneath the pounding in your ears. You only meant to take a little bit. Just enough to steady yourself.

But it tasted like strength. And you were so tired of being weak.

Then his fingers curled into your coat, not to pull you away, just to anchor you.

A warning and a promise.

You stopped before he had to ask.

You pulled back, trembling, mouth wet with blood, shame and something else - wanting. The hunger quieted, but something stirred. Something quieter. Meaner.

Diego looked at you. Not angry. Not afraid.

Just watching.

“You’re a messy eater,” he said.

You let out a shaky breath. “You didn’t tell me to stop.”

He licked his lips once, casually. “I told you to keep it clean.”

You stared at him. Your heart felt like it didn’t know what rhythm to keep anymore.

“Why did you do it?” you asked.  

“I’ve been hungry before too... I buried what it took from me, and I don’t fancy having to bury you too tonight.”

The storm hadn’t stopped, but it had calmed, no more thunder, no more crashing wind. Just the quiet hum of rain against the window.

You rinsed your mouth in the basin. The water turned faintly pink before it cleared.

Diego sat near the fireplace, boots off, coat slung over the chair beside him. He hadn’t spoken since.

The silence wasn’t tense, not exactly, just full.

You stayed standing. Still too full of restless energy – the heat, the shame and the ghost of his pulse under your tongue - to sit still.

Diego finally moved, shifting to dig something from his coat pocket. A small tin of jerky. He popped a piece in his mouth, chewed slowly. When he caught your eye, he smirked faintly.

“Feel better?” he asked, like he was asking if you’d finally taken a piss after a long day out riding.

You didn’t answer. Just looked away, jaw tight.

He didn’t push. Didn’t pry. But his gaze lingered longer than it usually did, tracking your movements with that same calculating gaze, like he was still trying to decide what you were.

You sat down eventually. Not across the room. Not next to him. Just… closer than before.

You glanced at him. He didn’t look at you, but his voice came soft:

“Next time you wait that long, I’m charging interest.”

You almost laughed.

But instead, you leaned back, let the warmth of the fire creep under your skin, and said nothing.

By morning, the storm had passed. But neither of you left right away.

[volturissideslut]

Hi! I saw your Marcus with size kink and I wanted to ask... Felix with size kink. This vampire is a mountain of a man, without a doubt his beloved would be shorter than him.... This tease would enjoy it way too much. Do you have any ideas about it? Either sfw or nsfw, I'm into both just do what you're comfortable with :)

Thank you 🦇❤️

𝕱𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖞𝖗𝖎

SMUT SMUT SMUT. MINORS BEGONE

"Fuck, so tight" he groans into your ear, eyes rolling back even though you've only just begun. You can only lay there, mouth dropped open as he stretches you out so deliciously.

You're caged between his arms as he hovers above you, hands in his hair and desperately trying to cling closer to him.

"Felix, please, need you to move" you all but beg, needing to him move, needing to feel how all-consuming he can be.

"wait now, little one, you need time to adjust" he moves an inch more in, kissing at the corner of your eye when it squeezes shut and you wince.

He laces his fingers with yours and places both of your hands over the belly bulge he's making. "You feel that? How deep I am in you?" as if he could get any more cocky. But it's when you subtly try to buck your hips that he gives in.

"Does my darling need me that bad, hm?" his grin is shark-like, until you spasm and clench around him and he curles his huge chest into you, abs tense as if he's physically holding himself back. "okay okay," he grunts into your collarbone.

But it's when you lean forward and pull him down further by biting his lip and dragging him that he truly gives in.

You're flipped onto your belly now, ass in the air and he begins to move. One of his hands forces the back of your neck down into the bed, muffling your pleasured screams. Methodically, he pounds into you, hands practically shaking at every clench you give to him and he can't help the gutteral moans that leave him.

He just can't hold back any more

Both of his hands fly to your hips and he uses them to move you with his thrusts, pulling you back as he surges forward so your ass bounces at the impact. Skin slapping against skin fills the room and venom pools in him mouth.

"f-fuck, Felix I -" your words are interrupted as he moves one of his hands from your hip to the back of your neck, forcing you up right and turning your neck to he can shove his tongue down your throat

"Feel that, little lamb?" his voice is once again teasing as he sees the fucked out expression on your face, making sure to slow down the pace now so you can feel every inch of him slowly push into you and slowly pull out.

Many splinters from the wooden headboard litter the floor the next morning...

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Been thinking about Vampire!Baji and Vanpire!Reader for awhile

Vampire!Baji x Vampire!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, blood, biting, bank robbery (I swear it'll make sense when you read it lol), mention of Chifuyu ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon ❤️ I'm a solid week late with answering this, sorry 😭

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🦇 First thing first...his teeth 🫠

🦇 His fangs are so sharp, they easily pierce your skin (and other people's)

🦇 Biting is your shared love language, you two walk around looking like you've been hit by a staple gun

🦇 He's your personal mirror, which is simultaneously good and bad because he could easily lie and say you look good

"Do I look alright Kei?"

"Um..lemme just" *smudges makeup* "There you go darling ♡"

🦇 Chifuyu begs both of you to turn him into a vampire, he wants to be best friends for eternity

"Pretty please!"

"Absolutely not."

"That's very endearing Chi, but it's a no from me too."

🦇 Baji is perfectly capable of not drinking blood, he totally doesn't have immense cravings for it, and he definitely didn't rob a blood bank multiple times

🦇 He hates the sunlight, he'd definitely shield you both with a big umbrella during the day time

🦇 Loves driving you around on his motorcycle at night, there's great scenery and you don't have to worry about the sun, it's a win-win

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[singforbloodau]

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My main blog 👉 @hayweerc

Age: 30. Pronouns: They/Them

Self taught artist/writer.

I'm a multishipper with Sonadow and Espilver being my priority. I like Gay ships.

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SONADOW AND ESPILVER 🦇

MY AU contains mentions of blood/mild gore and injury, typical cartoon violence, adult/suggestive themes, multishipping, shenanigans, cringe, and sonic characters.

These characters are the mental/physical age of when they were transformed into Vampires. Now how long they have been Vampires varies.

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Link to WIP Fanfic 👈🎸 (adults only⚠️)

🦇 Sonic has been recently transformed into a vampire by Shadow after a few of their first dates. Before, Sonic was struggling to make rent and was a workaholic while pursuing his dreams in becoming a small writer/song artists but failed. After becoming a Vampire he learns about Shadows career as an idol, and his biggest secret- being a vampire. These Vampires have the ability to drink blood but prefer to find another means to drain the life from Mobians- singing. Sonic joins Shadow on stage to sing for large crowds and drain their energy without anyone noticing. The fans think the Vampire gig is all an act and for cosplay reasons. What a good coverup I'd say. 🦇

Shadow

Age 24 (Turned into a vampire 50 years ago)

Sings and writes music. Very trained and professional. Stoic in front of crowds, relaxed and cheerful in private.

Sonic

Age 29 (Recently turned Vampire)

Sings and Plays guitar. Unprofessional. Here to have a good time and simp for his boyfriend. Currently living with Shadow.

Silver

Age 30 (Turned into a vampire 200 years ago. )

Manager for the band. Tries to stay professional but is easily stressed by everyone. He does drink blood. Room mates with Espio.

Espio

Age: 29 (Mobian)

He is hired to be the errand boy, body guard, and chauffeur for the group. He is aware of their vampire secret. Some think he is the mutual vampire servant of Silver.

Fanart Rules:

Must credit and tag me -NO suggestive or NSFW fanart-Please be aware of the au characters and my content-Make it because it inspires you or helps develop your skills

‼️Do not come to me to cause discourse. I will ignore you. If you don't like my content please scroll.

‼️ Do not copy/steal my art! 

‼️I'm not comfortable answering all questions about the AU. I may not be able to fulfill all the request

[goodvibesandmemes]

GENERAL MEMES: Vampire/Immortal Themed 🩸🦇🌹

↳ Please feel free to tweak them.

Themes: violence, death, blood, murder, depression/negative thoughts

SYMBOLS: ↳ Use “↪”to reverse the characters where applicable!

🦇 - To catch my muse transforming into a bat 🌞 - To warn my muse about/see my muse in the sunlight. 🩸 - To witness my muse drinking blood from a bag. 🐇 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from an animal. 🧔🏽 - To witness To catch my muse drinking blood from a human. 🦌 - For our muses hunt together for the first time. 🏃🏿‍♀️ - To see my muse using super speed. 🏋🏼‍♂️ - To see my muse using their super strength. 🧛🏻‍♂️ - To confront my muse about being a vampire. 🌕 - For my muse to lament missing the sun. ⏰ - For my muse to tell yours about a story from their long, immortal life. 🤛🏽 - To offer my muse your wrist to drink from. 👩🏿 - For my muse to reminisce about a long lost love. 👩🏽‍🤝‍👩🏽 - For your muse to look exactly like my muse's lost love. 👄 - For my muse to bite yours. 👀 - For my muse to glamour/compel yours. 🧄 - To try and sneakily feed my muse garlic to test if they're a vampire. 🔗 - To try and apprehend my muse with silver chains. 🔪 - To try and attack my muse with a wooden stake. 👤 - To notice that my muse doesn't have a reflection. 🌹 - For my muse to turn yours into a vampire. 🌚 - For my muse and yours to spend time together during the night. 🧛🏼‍♀️ - For my muse to tell yours about their maker/sire.

SENTENCES:

"I've been alive for a long time [ name ], I can handle myself." "I'm over a thousand years old, you can't stop me!" "Lots of windows in this place, not exactly the greatest place for a vampire." "Do you really drink human blood? Don't you feel guilty?" "Vampires are predators, [ name ] hunting is just part of our nature, you can't change that." "You just killed that person! You're a monster!" "Tomorrow at dawn, you'll meet the sun [ name ]." "Can you make me like you?" "Do you really want to live forever?" "You say you want to live forever, [ name ], but forever is a long time, longer than you can imagine." "What was it like to live through [ historic event / time period ]?" "Did people really dress like that when you were young?" "What were you like when you were human?" "We’re vampires, [ name ], we have no soul to save, and I don’t care." "How many people have you killed? You can tell me, I can handle it." "Did you meet [ historic figure ]?" "Everyone dies in the end, what does it matter if I... speed it along." "Every time we feed that person is someone's mother, brother, sister, husband. You better start getting used to that if you want to survive this life." "[ she is / he is / they are ] the strongest vampire anyone has heard of, no one knows how to stop them, and if you try you're going to get yourselves killed." "Vampire hunters are everywhere in this city, you need to watch your back." "Humans will never understand the bond a vampire has with [ his / her / their ] maker, it's a bond like no other." "Here, have this ring, it will protect you from the sunlight." "I get you're an immortal creature of the night and all that, but do you have to be such a downer about it?" "In my [ centuries / decades / millennia ] of living, do you really think no one has tried to kill me before?" "Vampires aren't weakened by garlic, that's a myth." "I used to be a lot worse than I was now, [ name ], I've had time to mellow, to become used to what I am. I'm ashamed of the monster I was." "The worst part of living forever is watching everyone you love die, while you stay frozen, still, constant." "I've lived so long I don't feel anything any more." "Are there more people like you? How many?" "Life has never been fair, [ name ], why would start being fair now you're immortal?" "You want to be young forever? Knock yourself out, I just hope you understand what you're giving up." "You never told me who turned you into a vampire. Who were they? Why did they do it?" "I could spend an eternity with you and never get bored." "Do you really sleep in coffins?" "There are worse things for a vampire than death, of that I can assure you [ name ]." "You need to feed, it's been days. You can drink from me, I can tell you're hungry." "The process of becoming a vampire is risky, [ name ], you could die, and I don't know if I could forgive myself for killing you." "I'm a vampire, I can hold a grudge for a long time, so believe me when I say I will never forgive this. Never." "You were human once! How can you have no empathy?" "You don't have to kill to be a vampire, but what would be the fun in that." "You can spend your first years of immortality doing whatever you want to whoever you want, but when you come back to your senses, it'll hit you harder than anything you've felt before." "One day, [ name ], everything you've done is going to catch up to you, and you're never going to forgive yourself." "Stop kidding yourself, [ name ], you're a vampire, a killer, a predator. You might as well embrace it now because you can't keep this up forever." "You can't [ compel / glamour ] me, I have something to protect me." "When you've lived as long as me, there's not much more in life you can do." "You want me to turn you? You don't know what you're asking me to do." "You really have to stop hissing like that, it's getting on my nerves." "I'm going to drive this stake through your heart, [ name ], and I'm going to enjoy it."

[distorted59]

please elaborate on the dracula monster rp you mentioned in your kirk headcanons…PLEASE!!

YES OMG!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING THIS!!!!

this idea has been FEEDING my vampire kirk brain rot so well, esp those fanarts on insta👹👹 really check out @ fuzzsux on insta CAUSE THE ART IS SO GOOD!!!

anyways..... HERE'S MY IDEA FOR IT (any era works tbh)

Bite me please

summary: Kirk wants to play dracula and he wants you to play his bride...

pairing: '93!kirk x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw/smut, biting, roleplay, use of safe words,

word count: 1158

A/N: i was debating wether to make this really kinky or nah.

you'd always known Kirk's favorite monster were vampires. especially Dracula and it's whole story arc. he's a hopeless romantic with a dark kinky side. which you don't mind at all, of course.

he loves the idea of him being a powerful, mind infiltrating, seductive, blood sucking creature. who would stalk you, love you, claim you, and mark you as his bride.

it would start with him biting your neck for fun, not real harshly or anything. just some playful bites. and you seem to like them. he would get all excited and wanted to ask you right away, because this has been on his mind for a while now.

but, he still sorta backs out. you see he wants to ask you something, so you do it first.

"baby? what's wrong?" you slide your hand over his back. "Something on your mind?"

"yeah, actually." he has a wide smile on his face, which slowly turns into a smirk. "would you be interested in... uhh... roleplay?"

your eyes widen a bit and your breath hitches. you have a puzzled look on your face and let out a short giggle.

"what'd you have in mind?" you grin back.

"what do you think?" he leans down and bites your neck again, harder this time.

"do you want to drain me from my blood, Count Dracula?" you say in a bad, sensual transylvanian accent.

"oh..." Kirk groans and lets out a breathy chuckle against your neck. "i'd like to drain you from something else too."

you moan softly as he places more sloppy kisses on your neck, going up to your jaw and eventually kisses your lips.

"i'll take that as a yes, hm?" his eyes show a dark gaze, you can see the passion and lust in them.

"yes."

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

you're walking around the house, wearing some leathery outfit. which Kirk had picked out for you. along with a tight, blood red corset that is hugging your figure.

"so much for classic." you mumble to yourself. the house is dark and to be honest, you feel a little.... scared.

you don't know if it's the excitement bubbling in your lower belly or the actual thought of being haunted by your boyfriend...

"Kirk?" you call out faintly, looking around for him. "are you gonna jump out and attack me or something?" you say jokingly.

"that all depends, my love." Kirk's dark voice whispers to you, you can feel his breath against your neck.

you turn around and he immediately grabs you and slams you against the wall. he starts kissing your neck and leaving a few bites here and there. he moves down and starts biting on your collarbone, he looks up at you through his eyelashes.

he's wearing a ruffled blouse and a pair of black dress pants you've never seen him wear before. His chest glistens through the low cut shirt, a few faint love bites visible.

"color?" he whispers.

"green..." you breathe out.

"I'm going to drain you and make you mine." he growls. then, he drags you by your arm and pulls you into your shared bedroom. he pushes you on the bed and you scramble back against the headboard.

"w-what are you going to do to me?" you try to sound scared and get into your role as the 'victim'.

"look at you, scared little thing." he tuts and crawls over to you. "you're going to be my bride." his eyes shine with passion and power. you actually feel thrilled.

"are you going to hurt me?" you look into his eyes.

"just for a bit, darling." he tugs on the laces of your corset. "i'll make you think of something else."

Kirk nuzzles his face in your neck and drags his nose slowly down your collar bone and towards your breasts.

"you smell so fucking good." he groans.

you can only respond with a moan and your hands make way through his hair.

"hmm, are you ready, my love?" he kisses your jaw.

"please." you nod.

he pulls down your pants along with your panties and he's taking his sweet time with it too. he grins teasingly at you and slowly slides his hands up your legs and thighs.

"Kirk..." you whine.

"gonna mark you, my love"

he pulls down his pants and boxers and pumps his throbbing cock slowly, he slides it between your pussy lips and the both of you moan and shiver with pleasure.

"you're already wet enough for me, love." he decides to pull back and slide his fingers inside of your dripping cunt first. "and i didn't even really touch you yet..."

"k-kirk!" you moan as he stretches you out by adding a second finger. he curls them up and you gasp, letting your head fall back.

"there, all ready for me." he groans and lines himself up with your cunt.

he slides in and starts biting your neck harshly, you let out a moan that's mixed with pain and pleasure. you're positive you'll have a bruised neck with bite marks in the morning.

normally he's quite the one to talk, but he's too busy fucking and sinking his teeth into you. too pussy drunk to function.

Kirk's hips slam against yours, his moans muffled by your skin as yours are the only ones that fills the room. your whines drive him insane and he bites you harder.

"color?" he growls, his sweet intention gives you butterflies. but his cock pumping into you make them flutter away.

"nghh- gr-green!" the biting hurts but you like it. you swear if he keeps going, he might draw blood.

he bites different spots and sucks on them too, it drives you fucking insane and pushes you over the edge.

he keeps up a steady rhythm and feels you squeeze around him, he stops biting you and kisses you passionately.

"are you going to cum?" he grins, his lips red from marking you up.

you nod as tears stream down your face, the pleasure becoming too much for you.

"cum for me, my love."

you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, Kirk keeps pumping into you like a wild dog in rut. he moans and grits his teeth, needing to bite on something.

"use me, bite me." you whine.

he bites down on the other side of your neck and cums inside of you, you can feel it shooting up inside you and he twitches like crazy.

he lets go of your neck and falls on top of you. he takes a few breaths and rolls over on his back, pulling you on top of him.

the two of you lay in each others arms and try to calm down.

"that was fucking amazing." he breathes out. "i love you so much, baby." he kisses your temple.

"was.. so good.." you murmur, feeling absolutely exhausted.

"it was." he grins.

he slides his fingers over the bite marks carefully, and smirks proudly.

you feel yourself drifting off, feeling safe in the arms of your monster-loving boyfriend.

"i want to really taste you next time."

[strniohoeee]

Parasite

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader♥️

Synopsis: Somethings wrong with Matt, and it’s scaring Y/N. When she figures out what’s wrong with him.Things take place that alter her life forever🩸

Warnings⚠️: THIS IS SMUTTTT. Vampire Matt, and uhhh some other vampire people can’t spoil anything though🖤. Just some vampire fucking, but nothing crazy🦇

Song for the imagine: Change(In the House of Flies)-Deftones

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Now you feel so alive

I’ve watched you change

It’s like you never had wings

Something was off with Matt lately he was hanging around with a sketchy crowd, and suddenly he wasn’t himself anymore. Chris and Nick had hung out with this crew too, but they didn’t act how Matt was acting.

He was honestly frightening. All I remember was Chris and Nick had gone away with these guys, and came back, and then Matt went away with them, but when he came back it just wasn't really right.

I would hang out with them, but then they would go through these weird phases of not really talking to me, or being seen. I tried to ignore it because maybe I was trying to make myself believe something was there when it truly wasn’t.

When I didn’t see them they were with those weird guys they were friends with. I honestly thought they were either doing or selling drugs, or maybe both. Whatever it was, I chose to stay out of the way of their life decisions; it wasn't really my business.

I only started to get truly concerned when Matt’s appearance changed. I mean all their appearances changed, but Matt….his was the most noticeable. Everyone noticed it, but never said anything to him about it….they were afraid?

He went from having soft cheeks, and warm blue eyes and heart warming smile to pale, with sunken cheekbones and icy sunken in dead eyes….the dead eyes scared me the most. They were so frightening often times I couldn’t look at him for too long

His personality changed as well; he went from bubbly and bright and talkative to quiet, mean and mysterious. The surrounding girls in our lives found it hot and mysterious. I found it out right, strange and weird….this wasn’t Matt.

I was really scared he was messing around with drugs or something because he completely changed, and it wasn’t for the best.

I hadn’t seen the triplets in a week as they ghosted me and went MIA to go be with those guys. I really wished they’d just stop honestly. I didn’t want to lose my friends over some weird people

I was currently sleeping, and I was having vivid dreams of Matt screaming and pleading for help, but I couldn’t see him in my dreams everything was just black

Suddenly Matt’s face appeared in my dreams with red eyes and a scary grin “WAKE UP” he yelled, and suddenly I jumped out of my sleep

“What the fuck” I said rubbing my eyes, and turning my lamp on that’s on my nightstand

As my eyes were adjusting to the light I looked down at my clock 3AM….chilling, unholy hour. I felt a presence in my room, but I chose to shake it off

“I know you feel me” I heard someone say, and my head snapped in the direction of the person. It was Matt sitting at my window sill

“Matt? How’d you get in here?” I asked rubbing my eyes again to make sure I was awake

“You should really lock your windows” he said deeply

“Matt, I'm on the second floor, how’d you get up here?” I asked getting frightened

“I told you, you should lock the windows” he said again standing up from the window sill

“You’re scaring me okay, I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you’re not the same person I used to know” I said sitting up fully

“It took me a while to figure out what I am too” he said still sitting in the darkness, only the moonlight casting light against him

“What do you mean what you are?” I asked him

“You don’t know?” He asked tilting his head

“Whatever sick joke this is please stop it” I said getting annoyed

“This isn’t a joke…” he said to me

“Matt I’m scared, and if you say one more creepy thing I’m running out the door” I said to him

“Come on don’t be like that, I just want to talk to you” he said in a whisper

“Fuck this” I said and got up running to my door, but before I could open it Matt just appears behind me, and shuts the door

“Matt let me out” I said with my back still to him

“I can’t let that happen” he said sending chills down my spine

“I’ll hurt you” I said

“You can not hurt me” he said chuckling

I turned around to answer him, and when I did I wish I hadn’t. His eyes were no longer blue, but pitch black

“MATT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU” I said sinking under his arms and running back to my bed

“How do you not know?” He said looking over at me

“Because this is the real world, and I’m so fucking scared right now” I said shaking

“I’m not going to hurt you….” He said walking over to me

“You’ve been acting weird lately, you look different, you disappear and now your eyes are black” I said shaking my head at him

“Exactly…don’t you know what I am?” He said smirking at me

“This isn’t real” I said looking at him

“It is real, say it you know what I am” he said to me

“You’re not a vampire” I said scoffing at him

“I am….and it’s been two weeks since I’ve lasted tasted blood, and yours smells sweet” he said licking his lips

“This is bullshit this is not real” I said pinching myself to try and snap out of it

“We are vampires, and we want you to join us” he said sticking his hand out

“Join who?” I asked him

“Chris, Nick and I….it would be a shame if you didn’t” he said

“You’re not a fucking vampire, vampires are myths” I said pushing his hand away

“Not true” he said shaking his head

“Show me then” I said

He came over and sat next to me looking at me with his dark eyes, opening his mouth and letting his fangs come out

My eyes widened and my mouth got dry

“Real enough for you baby?” He asks tilting his head

“I….I don’t know how to feel” I said looking away

“You feel scared and….aroused?” He said raising his brow at me

“Get out of my head” I said trying to push the feeling away

“It’s hard your thoughts are screaming at me” he said

“What do you want from me?” I asked

“I want to turn you, and maybe fuck you too” he said brushing my hair out of my face

“I don’t know Matt” I said shaking my head

“Oh come on, you can always be with Chris and Nick and I, and you’ll be immortal…sounds stupid but I promise you’ll love it” he said

“And if I say no?” I asked

“I can hold out, but not for much longer” he said looking over my body

“You really want me to fuck you” he blurted out

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD” I said rolling my eyes at him

“I can’t….its literally screaming at me” he said

He pushed my hair over my shoulders, and leaned in kissing my neck

“Come on” he said ghosting his fangs over my neck

“Oh god” I sighed out

“No god here, just me” he said licking my neck

“OK ALRIGHT!” I said snapping out of it

“I’ll let you turn me, but we should fuck first” I said looking at him

“I like the way you think” he said looking at me darkly

He pulled me in by my neck immediately smashing our lips together in a heated make out session, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance

Matt stood up removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt before coming back down and crashing his lips to mine

I had pulled away to remove my shirt, and scooting back onto my bed laying there in just my underwear

“Mmm so beautiful” he moaned out licking his lips as his eyes got darker

He slid his jeans off and came over to me on the bed crashing our lips together once again before kissing down my neck and to the valley of my breasts, allowing his fangs to skim over my skin

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out

“I know baby” he said against my skin causing me to squirm

He licked up the valley of my breasts till he got to my right breast taking the nipple into his mouth, and swirling his tongue around it

“Matt” I moaned out in a whisper

He went over to my left breast and did the same while rubbing his hands up my sides

He slowly started to kiss my my stomach down to my underwear before laying a kiss to my clothed pussy

“Fuck” I moaned out pulling his hair

This caused him to look up at me “ow” he said as his fangs descended

“Sorry baby” I said easing up on the pulling

“Be careful causing me pain…my fangs naturally come out that way” he said licking over his fangs with his tongue

“My bad” I said biting my lip

He removed my underwear, and grazed the inside of my thighs with his fangs

“So sweet” he said licking my thighs

“Matt please I need you” I said squirming beneath him

He leaned down immediately attaching his mouth to my cunt, licking and sucking at my clit

“shitttt” I moaned out bucking my hips forward

He pulled back allowing his fangs to graze over my cunt

“Matt….” I said getting scared

“Don’t worry baby I would never hurt you” he said looking up at me

He came back up to make out with me

“I need you now” he said pulling away

“Fuck me matt, please” I mewled out

He slid his boxers off, sliding his hand against my cunt to use my arousal as he jerked himself off

“So good to me” he said moaning and throwing his head back

He slowly brought his dick to my entrance sliding in slowly

“Fuckkk” we both moaned out at the sensation

Matt allowed me to adjust to his size before thrusting in out of me. Not too fast and not too slow

“Shit you feel so good” he panted into my ear

“Fuck baby” I said gripping onto his back scratching down

“Mmmm” he said allowing his fangs to come out from the pain

He kept pounding into me, all that could be heard was our heavy breathing and our skin smacking

I started to clench down on him feeling all too good

“Keep doing that baby I’m going to cum” he said as he thrusted into me harder

“Mmm Matt” I moaned out biting my lip slightly drawing blood

Matt’s head perked up, and his eyes got really dark, immediately licking my bottom lip

“Don’t tease me” he said moaning and breathing in through his nose

“I didn’t mean to” I said looking at him

Matt started to thrust into me harder, and he snaked his right hand down to my clit rubbing as he thrusted faster

“Shit I’m going to cum, keep doing that” I said bucking my hips again

He kept thrusting as he rubbed my clit harder and faster

“Shit shit shit” I moaned out letting my jaw fall slack

“Come on baby cum for me” he said letting his jaw fall too as he thrusted hard

“I’m cumming fuckkkk” I moaned out clenching down on Matt dick as I came. My back coming off the bed as my legs began to shake. Holding eye contact with Matt as my mouth fell slack, and I came

He helped me ride out my high before pulling out and stroking his own dick

“I’m gonna cum” he said stroking his dick faster

“Cum for me Matt” I said to him

And within two more strokes he came all over my lower stomach. Moaning my name, and holding eye contact as his eyes grew even darker

We both came down from our highs, and Matt cleaned me off. And then we got dressed. He laid down next to me

“I’m ready Matt” I said looking over at him

“You sure?” He asked looking at me

“Yes Matt I’m sure” I said to him giving him a smile

“I’m going to give you my blood first, and then I’m going to bite you. When I suck your blood you will start to die, but my blood will take over, and turn you. It won’t feel good, but slowly you’ll start to turn within a few hours” he said

“Whatever you have to do, do it” I said to him

He nodded his head, and sliced his two fingers with his fangs, bringing his fingers to my mouth allowing the blood to fall to my lips, and on my tongue

He then sunk his head down to my neck, and bit me

“OW” I kind of yelled out

Matt kept drinking my blood, and my vision was getting blurry as I felt myself slipping away. It all went dark, and then suddenly I woke up

“WHAT HAPPENED” I said shooting up

“You died, and then came back and then fell asleep” Matt said looking at me. His blue eyes coming back

“What time is it?” I asked him

“It’s 10am” he said smiling at me

“I slept for that long” I said shocked

“Well you were dead for a good portion of it” he said laughing

“I don’t want to hear that” I said and then suddenly grabbing my head

“FUCK” I yelled out

“This is the fun part, I’ll sit back and watch you” he said leaning against my wall

My head started to hurt so bad, and I felt sick. My vision going in and out as I saw all my memories flash through my mind

“Oh GOD” I yelled out gripping my head

I jumped out of the bed

“MAKE IT STOP” I said falling to my knees

“It’s almost over” Matt said

Suddenly I felt my fangs coming in, and my eyes twitching. I got up and ran to my bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. My fangs were coming down, and my eyes were black as I was changing

Suddenly it all stopped, and my fangs went away my eyes turned yellow, and suddenly back to my natural eye color

I walked out of the bathroom trying to catch my breath

“How do you feel?” He asked

“Hungry” I said with a blank stare

“We have some stuff to take care of, let’s get ready” he said smirking at me

The End

Aiii bitches how do we feel about vampire Matt. Personally I think it’s hot, but I got my own issues LMFOAOAOA. Hope yall enjoyed this 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[tangerinesgirl]

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***Spoilers for Abigail (2024)***

Fem!Reader x Frank/Adam Barrett (Abigail)

Word count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+, explicit

Synopsis: Frank corners the reader when he is turned, his animalistic urges take over.

Warnings: holy moly where to begin...

DEAD DOVE, non con, yandare, Frank is a literal monster, p in v, blood as lube, spit kink, humiliation, dacryphilia, degradion, exhibition, Stockholm Syndrome, creampie, lots o' body fluids, squirting, major character death, hanging, asphyxiation

Notes: PLEASE note this is a dark fic and to proceed with caution! I can't emphasise this enough. I apologise in advance. This is also so much porn with very little plot. Spoilers: it's a bad ending for reader (or is it, maybe they get turned, who knows, it's ambiguous, it's up to your imagination)

The person who walks in on you and Frank doing the dirty can be anyone you like, gender is non specific, so have fun with it.

A lot of this is inspired from the Theatre des Vampires in Interview With The Vampire (1994) and also Fright Night (2011) where Jerry kills Doris in his basement.

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Frank starts walking quickly towards you, throwing the stake he just used to kill Lambert to the ground. You trip and fall as his sudden movement makes you jump, not thinking or looking where you're going. You scuttle backwards into a wall, helpless, as Frank looms over you.

"Gotcha". Is is all just a sick game for him now? What happened to the Frank you met earlier? He bends down to meet your eye line and tuts.

"Why are you fighting this? I mean...I've seen the way you look at me...and look at the way you're dressed. It's like you're asking for it." Frank rips off your short black polka dot dress, and aggressively shrugs you out of it. He hooks his fingers into your underwear and removes them roughly too.

You clench at your breasts trying to find some decency. Frank leans down to shush into your ear, as he reaches down behind your back to remove your bra. A tear rolls down your face as he does so. He bites the corner of his lip as he wipes it away with his thumb. He looks at his thumb then to you as he takes it and wipes it around his lips. His eyes on you at all times, he tilts his head like he's calculating his next move.

Suddenly Frank lunges towards you, you startle backwards and are pinned to the wall. He stops and takes your hands at your breasts. He removes them and takes one of your fingers around his face, lips, and into his mouth. You kick and flail out, hitting Frank in the shin. He looks down then at you, the kick doing nothing with his new found strength.

He pins your hands above your head with a grunt. You can hear him breathing heavily into your ear, the occasional growl like a wild fucking animal. Everything Frank was is gone.

With his other hand, Frank traces his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His fingers trail down towards your breasts as he massages a handful. Your body betrays you and you let out a small moan as he starts to roll your nipple between his thumb and index finger. He notices and looks at you with a smirk as he sinks his fangs into your chest.

You wince in pain at first, but as Frank settles down, your body starts to relax, your heartbeat lowering. Pleasure starts to mix with the pain as the excess blood Frank hasn't ingested travels down your body, lower...lower...pooling at your entrance.

Frank grabs your hip as he drinks deeper, getting more and more messy as he does. His hand slides down your body and notices the puddle forming at your core. He uses it to swirl around your swollen clit. Frank notices how wet you're getting and laughs, "dirty girl..."

He swipes two fingers along your folds, collecting blood and your juices. He holds them out to you for you to lick. You scrunch your face and turn away. Frank grabs your neck forcefully to look at him as he wipes the liquid over your face. "You're going to look at me as I claim you as mine, kill you, and then all your friends", he threatens you. He holds your mouth open and swirls his digits on your tongue. He tilts your head up and slowly spits into your mouth. As the drop of sputum enters into your mouth, he closes it until you swallow the concoction. While he waits squeezing your mouth shut, he undoes his belt and trouser buttons.

His penis bounces free, pre cum already leaking out of him. He's quite well trimmed, average girth wise, but longer than average...but oh so veiny. You swallow, and Frank catches you staring. He smirks at you as he starts palming himself at the sight of you.

You wine as he does this, even though you hate Frank's guts right now, you're desperate for him to be inside you. A touch of Stockholm Syndrome maybe, you think. Or your mind is just broken from bloodloss.

Frank starts swiping himself between your folds, using your blood as lube. Suddenly he slams into you and you jerk against the wall, your fingernails clawing at the floorboards. Frank, still inside you, moves your legs to give him a better angle. One on the floor, the other up and bent, giving him somewhere to lean on and forcing you as wide as possible, as he aggressively fucks into you.

You look towards the door and see one of your friends, standing agape at the sight and frozen in fear. You look towards them, putting a finger to your lips, telling them to be quiet. They back away slowly, nodding.

Frank is too busy to notice as he throws your leg over his shoulder, pushing deeper into you. He moans as he looks down at your stomach, seeing the bulge of himself.

You can feel yourself closer to orgasm, arching your back, as you come undone. Your walls start to clench around him, but his aggressive thrusts force out extra liquid from inside you. Your toes clench as you feel yourself squirt, your cheeks growing bright red. It's bad that you've orgasmed with the creature that was Frank, but squirting??

You curse yourself as you look down at Frank who is quietly laughing manically to himself, knowing his power over you, as he starts to reach his climax. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he groans out his orgasm. Your liquids mixing with his seed. Frank continues to thrust into you, feeling the bulge in your stomach as he somehow continues to release into you.

As soon as he's satisfied you're full enough, he starts to spill into your stomach, mixing with the blood from your breast. It seems to last forever. You look at him, his body twitching, milking himself of every last drop of cum, as he continues to stroke himself. He places a palm on the wall behind you to give himself some leverage and to remain somewhat standing up as his cum leaks all over your naked body, going up towards your face. He starts to slow, coming down from his high. He can't help himself but to try some of his cum mixed with your blood and licks up your stomach, some of his strength coming back to him. He moans audibly, "Fuck, we taste so good. It's a shame I'm finished with you now".

As Frank stands up, you look at him, pleading to stop. He looks around the room and finds a nice length of rope, and starts to wrap it around your neck. He drags you to the top of the stairs, the floorboards grazing your back, your hands clawing around your neck trying to escape. But Frank is too strong. He starts tying the rest of the rope around the bannister as you're crying at him, unable to speak. He then lifts you like you weigh nothing, to sit on the rail of the stairs. He takes one last look at you, with a hint of disgust, as he pushes you off the rail.

Your neck instantly snaps, your blood and his cum that was on your chest starts dripping onto the floor. Frank disappears into the house as the remaining survivors run to the lobby to see what all the noise was. They stop in fear, one person slips over, one throws up. Another takes a step back to see the message written in your blood on the floor: "I'M COMING".

[pursuitseternal]

🕯️🐦‍⬛ “𝕷𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖘’ 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙:” 🦇🕯️

Cordehlia and Aatarion embark on a new adventure in Waterdeep. Yes it’ll include Gale (much to Aatarion’s chagrin). 🎃 Halloween Special Companion Quest for “Our Blood is Thicker”

Lord Astarion x Cordehlia | E | 2.1K

📸 by @aristenfromwarsaw

Summary: At the request of their old Wizard companion, the Ascendant and his Raven arrive in Waterdeep the night before Liars’ Night. “A matter of utmost importance” needs their aid, a dangerous prospect with enemy Vampires, secret artifacts, and a good old fashioned Masquerade for the holiday 🎭🎃

CW: one impatient nepo baby Vampire Ascendant, one loving consort, and a silent graveyard in which they pass the time… (semi-public oral sex)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1: 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮

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The sea air swept around them, chilling and salty, the damp clinging to their skin as they stood on the hill. Waterdeep was aptly named, Astarion thought with a roll of his eyes and pulled his cloak tightly, only the best wool to keep off the autumn bite from his precious skin. His eyes scanned the expanse beneath them. Tombs. The City of the Dead or some nonsense it was named. Stones and monuments sprawled out in every direction, a few mausoleums dotting the darkness here and there. He tried not to think too long on the strongest memory that occurred in such a plot… his own turning, the moment he crawled his way to the surface from his own grave. He tapped the bottom of his staff on the rock headstone beneath him. And it drew her attention, just as he hoped it would.

Cordehlia rounded on him, a glower on her pale face that chided him in the moonlight. “Keep it down, Astarion,” she hissed in that tone he had heard for decades, the one that still corrected him like he was a brat. She crossed over where he sat on a grave, grabbing the elegant black wooden stick and snatching it from his fingers. “Gale said it was a matter of utmost secrecy.”

A snort tore from his nose as Astarion snatched his stick back. “Please, my love. Gale couldn’t be more stereotypical. He decided to meet two vampires… in the City of the Dead… on the eve of Liar’s Night.” His hand gesticulated grandly to the perfect picture of a tawdry horror story. His crimson eyes rolled so far back in his skull, Cordehlia thought for a moment they would finally be stuck there.

“Gale, our friend, asked for our help,” she corrected.

“Well, he could have done it with more panache and less predictability,” he snapped in reply, pushing his lithe frame up from the stone. He crossed over towards Cordehlia, her black leather armor polished to a shine and catching the moonlight. A smirk turned his lips, his tongue wetting them and tasting the salt in the air as he licked. Astarion would never tire of that sight, the way her armor laid flawlessly sculpted over her curves, the body beneath even more deadly since she turned. Since she became his Bride. “You know,” he broke the silence, voice dripping with honeyed seduction, “have I told you enough how delicious you look in your armor, my Raven?” he purred, rubbing his finger over the etched swirls of feathers inlaid over her shoulders.

“You do mention it… every time I dress in it, and every time you undress me from it, my love,” Cordehlia replied, a tone in her voice that was supposed to sound annoyed…

But Astarion knew what it really meant. It meant she wanted him, wanting to taste him just as badly as he wanted to feast on her. “Hmm,” he hummed a laugh, his fingers tracing to her neck, featherlight in touch as he caressed the exposed skin, tracing the twin bite marks in the sweet vein on her right side. “You sound angry, are you perchance thirsty… or is there something else you want down your throat while we wait for the esteemed Wizard?”

Now it was Cordehlia who rolled her blood red eyes at the lewd insinuation, but she didn’t deny his assertion. Nor did she reject his offer….

“Well, my love,” his breath bathed her cheek as he leaned in to whisper, “on your knees if you care for a taste.”

Cordehlia leveled that look at him, the one that arched a brow and screwed her face to say, ‘You’ve got to be joking…’ But still she slid closer, licking her lips. Crickets chirped in the night, the call of night birds was the only other sound to break the deathly quiet in the graveyard. Until she sank to her knees and took his hand in hers, sucking his fingers inside her full and smiling lips.

Then, Astarion groaned, bracing one hand behind him on the closest monument. Her fangs, still sharp as ever, nicked the pad of his fingers, letting his blood coat her eager tongue. And gods, did she suck, hard enough to bring his fingers deep in her throat. Her little hums of feeding tickled his digits, reverberating through his nerves. “Hells, Cordehlia,” he groaned, “slow down, or this is going to be a short dalliance among the dead.”

She flashed those scarlet eyes up at him, opening her mouth to roll his fingers noisily around with her tongue. “Want to bet on how quickly I can make you come undone? Or would you rather be caught by our old friend with your pants down in a graveyard?”

The laugh that left his mouth was embarrassingly breathy, but Astarion couldn’t help it as she bit his finger harder and drank. Dramatically loud sucks made his pointed ears wiggle to hear them. Another loud groan slipped from his slacked mouth as her hands wandered up the soft velvet of his breeches to snap open the fasteners. Her undead breath was still warmer than the night sea air, her inhale and exhale over his length instantly made him ache and tighten. Anticipation. She was ruthless with it.

Her hair was tied back, off her face. But even still, those ginger tendrils at her temple always seemed to slip free, and Astarion twirled them, sliding his fingers into the mess at the nape of her neck, savoring the way her head bobbed and turned as she took him inside.

“Hells,” he cursed again as she sucked with abandon. Her jaw strained to take him deeper, those little hums of delight adding to the tingle of arousal in his sex.

Releasing him, she laved her tongue up his shaft from base to cockhead, laughing. “Think if I make you say that enough times, you summon a portal?” she taunted, flicking her tongue over that weeping slit at the tip.

Astarion just chuckled, pushing her back to sucking. “I’d rather not. I don’t want to see another of Gale’s ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ expressions…” He would have kept complaining, but the way Cordehlia began to take him with such ferocity now stilted his breath and made his knees bend and go weak. A high-pitched whine left his lips as he bent forward, just a bit, just enough to enjoy the sight of his cock disappearing into her sucking lips and hollowed cheeks.

Fingers gripped tighter in her hair, almost as tight as his balls drew up just as he grew closer to that sweet release. “Yes… my love,” he praised, “hurry…”

And Cordehlia obeyed giving his cock just the right touches and licks in just the right places until he lost himself. His gasp of pleasure escaped him, fingers curled tight in her fiery hair as she swallowed his cum. Pulse after pulse, he felt nearly dizzy as he came, the world around him narrowed down to her tongue swirling and her throat closing on his cock as she savored the taste of him.

“Mmmm,” he finally purred, voice warm and pleased as he caressed her cheek. “I think I’ll be able to endure Gale’s presence so much better now, now that I’m sated.”

“Wouldn’t want you in a crabby mood, would we, Lord Astarion…” that warm, familiar voice sounded from beside them, just over the broken headstone near them.

“Shit,” Astarion cursed as he stowed his cock quickly. Then he turned, finding just the thing to irritate him the most. Gale’s face frowning, brown eyes narrowed and head wagging back and forth to say, ‘I’m so disappointed in you….”

Cordhelia gave her cheekiest, innocent grin as she stood. “I told him he’d be caught with his pants down,” her voice was pure petulant taunting, sing-song and mocking. And Astarion gave her a proper swat on her ass as payment.

“So insolent;” he scolded, that playful look on his face.

“Alright, alright,” Gale came closer, oozing exasperation. “Glad to see the time apart hasn’t changed the fact that you’re both a perfect pair of matching menaces.”

Astarion shrugged, “Well, when you look this good dead, and when it feels this good to…”

“Yes, alright!” Gale snapped, “Don’t push your luck, or I will cast Silence on you.”

Even as Astarion opened his mouth again, his face twisted in a sadistic and mischievous grin, Cordehlia interrupted, stepping between the men. “It’s good to see you Gale,” she chimed, her musical voice bringing an instant smile on the Wizard’s lips.

“The feeling is decidedly mutual,” he replied, looking squarely at Cordehlia. And not at her mate. “I am so very gratified you came. Your help is quintessential to the success of this venture that is imperative….”

“Yes, big important mission needs the Vampire Ascendant and his Bride,” Astarion crooned, repeating details from the missive they had received at the palace. Dramatically waving his hand, his lace cuff flapped in the breeze.

“Well… it’s more a requirement that I have the stealthiest couple in Toril, and the best Rogue I’ve ever encountered for such an ambitious endeavor. But before I impart any more of the sordid details, we must find a place more conducive for illicit activities and intrigue,” Gale held up a single finger before his lips.

Astarion’s eye twitched, that little tick in the corner of his right eye. “Rogue?” He exclaimed, the deep offense taken at the title saturating the single word. “You brought me all the way out here in the cold, damp air because you needed a… rogue?” Hip cocked, hands akimbo, face skewed in indignation, Astarion’s voice grew shriller and shriller. “I’ll have you know I gave up throwing the finest, most hedonistic affair Baldur’s Gate would ever have seen just to drag my sorry undead ass here to—”

His words were drowned out as a portal opened beside them, the hissing and sting of magic flowing around them in bright purple waves. Before another complaint could come from the Vampire Lord, Cordehlia grabbed his hand and yanked him with all her own undead strength through the portal.

The scent of parchment and old books, of woodsmoke and mint filled her nose as Cordehlia stepped to the otherside, dragging her love after him. Aatarion drew up short, instantly pulling his hand from her hold. “You’re joking,” he chuffed. “All that secrecy to end up in your bloody tower? I swear to all the gods except Mystra, you are melodramatic. You could have just had us come here where…”

Gale folded his arms. The mere look of chastisement on his face, the disapproving school teacher, so honed in the time since their adventures, instantly shut the vampire lord up. “It's not that I’m being inhospitable, far from, my friends. I’m being watched. This tower is being watched. And it’s a particular coven of Vampires that has me under their scrutiny.”

Aatarion’s stare hardened. “Alright, I’ll bite. Why do you have Vampires after you, Gale? You're about as boring and… tasteless… as they come.” The grin on his pale face showed he meant every bit of his insulting pun.

Gale couldn’t help but give a humored chuckle as he wagged his finger. “Always good for a laugh, you are.” The Wizard sat himself in the well-worn armchair near the fire, the mantle beside him sooty and black with constant use. But that fire, it danced and roared, the very image of merry warmth. After the cold bite of the autumn wind and the wet chill of the graveyard, Cordhelia couldn’t help but warm her undead hands over it. Gale gestured to the chair opposite. “Please, Astarion…” he smiled with equal cheeriness. “Or must I address you formally?”

“My lord would suffice,” Astarion smirked, flipping the tails of his coat as he sat himself down. “But for you, I won’t stand on ceremony, not for a friend.”

Gale’s smile quirked to one side. “Seems your Raven has had a most domesticating effect on you, Astarion. Tell me, Cordehlia, is he housebroken yet?”

Cordehlia snorted her laugh. “Never,” she teased back. “But maybe you had better tell us your purpose before you insult the Ascendant’s sensibilities beyond repair.”

Suddenly, a weight seemed to fall on their companion’s shoulders, his frame slumping forward as he began to stare into the fire, as he was want to do. “I’ve made some enemies, dear friends. In my relentless pursuit of knowledge for the betterment of academia, I crossed the coven of Vampires here in Waterdeep. I had something they wanted. They took this most invaluable treasure from me before I could claim it. Now…” he lifted his gaze to the pairs of crimson eyes locked on him. “I need a fighter and a rogue to help me take it back.”

[coolgirl32]

It's a me Luigi- I missed requesting and missed your lovely writing (to get to the point😭) can I request like young vander x fem!reader (could be wife or gf is up to you) but like Sinner Au typo thing where his wife/gf turned into a vampire and she's basically hunting him and he just idk like he's scared finally gets to a random open house and of course vampires can't come in unless invited (thx TVD)- and reader just grips the door with both hands and just- "Why don't you come down here so I can suck your **** pretry boy" (yes it's infamous line I'd be getting on my fyp lately) and he just idk know 😂

(Idk if you watched the movie but for sure did not but me having a cowboy phase last year just wanted cowboy vander✌- I'm currently drawing hin forget hw ever exists)

Let me in🦇🧛🏻‍♀️

A/n: to be honest I have not watched the movie but I can definitely think of a vampire reader and I think it would be funny also I missed your request as well and maybe I will request a western au farmhand Vander x Farmer's daughter reader with a little bit of spice in it also you can tell a guy's dick size from how big their hands are and apparently vander's dick size is very big.

It was supposed to be a lovely walk in the moonlight with you and your husband everything was supposed to be amazing but it all changed when a bat flew right towards you and bit your neck really hard of course you were in pain and Vander your loving husband took you to the infirmary of course the doctor said you'd be fine in a few days a few days went by and you still feel like you're in a cold sweat and you want to claw your eyes out of course Vander was there to help you and make sure you feel much better so how did it come to this how did it come to you chasing your own husband down and Ally then chase him down all the way to an abandoned building of course you knew everything there is about vampires and of course you're hoping there be a cure but this, feel like you wanted to suck more than just his blood you wanted to suck something else too and you had the urge to do it like a wild female animal going into heat so of course when you were in front of the door that was locked you knocked on it and asked the age old question that any vampire would ask.

You: Vander honey would you please let me in I promise I won't bite hard

Vander: sorry love I wish I could but I don't want to get my blood sucked no offense I love you but I'm not risking game bitten.

You: the Vander honey if you let me in I won't bite I promise I just want to suck that delicious cock of your's

Vander was very shocked at what you just said he never heard a vampire asking to suck somebody's dick but this is you he is thinking about and he knows you very well and knows what night it is so with a little bit of thinking he unlocked the door and opened it and allowed you to come in and he ran outside all the way to the last drop now the chase was on as Vander felt his legs was about to give up on him he finally made it to the last job and went inside and went upstairs to his bedroom and of course with your super speed you caught up to him and pinned him to the bed where your ripped his clothes off and you ripped your clothes off (I am not so good at writing smut so please forgive me if I'm not good at it) Vander had his eyes closed and was expecting a sharp pain at his neck but all he felt was pleasure at his nether region and look to see you actually sucking his dick he was so distracted by the pleasure they didn't realize you were above his dick and there he saw you riding him like there was no tomorrow of course this gave him the chance to take over and he rolled both of you over where you are on your back now and he's on top of you, he then grabbed your legs put them on his shoulders and began to thrust fast and hard you clawed at his back where there's claw marks. This did all night long until both you and your husband were both tuckered out and you both finally climaxed and Vander got off of you and laid right next to you on the bed where you both are sweaty and panting for breath and of course the moment when it was all over your bite wound where the vampire bat bit you was gone turns out it was temporary you and your husband were both Lucky but you didn't mind the incredible sex you both had hopefully you won't get then by a vampire ever again and Vander won't go through the same thing as well. A/n: okay so like I said I'm not so good at writing smut and I'm just trying my best here so I hope this is up to your liking also I have a request for you but it's going to be a surprise so I'm going to wait until you are done reading this so you can tell me your thoughts on this anyway have fun.

[viceofdionysus]

Blood Like Wine: Chapter 1 - Infection (🦇)

Vampire!Alfred x F!reader

WC: 4.2k Rating: 18+

Something wicked begins stirring in Gotham.

Contains: Alcohol references, Creep behavior, Fliritng, and a tense situation.

AN: Divider from @/saradika-graphics

The man steps out of the dark building, the door slamming behind him. There’s a small flare in the dark and then the scent of smoke. He inhales deeply, savoring the tobacco before slowly exhaling. He rolls his shoulders and tilts his head back to look at the sky. The sky is just starting to lighten at the edges. He dips a hand into his pocket and runs his finger over the contents. The bones clatter together quietly before he stills them.

“Perfect.”

He leaves the small courtyard in front of the building and steps onto the sidewalk. A few steps later and he fades into the shadows of the city. The building he left goes up in flames.

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“We would like to remind viewers that next week is the full moon, so have some grace for the shifters in your life.” The redhead gives the camera a friendly, but bland smile.

You turn your attention away from the TV as a moderately attractive man comes on the screen. He greets the audience as you count the Silverdust Whiskey bottles.

“Hmm, getting low,” You say to yourself, noting the number on the inventory sheet and adding a note to order more.

You move through the rest of the list, noting the stock levels as you go. The door chimes quietly, pulling your attention away from inventory. You set your clipboard aside and take a moment to check your appearance in the mirror. Once you’re sure your uniform is in order, you slip through the door and into the softly lit store. A slender woman stands with her back turned to you, but you have no doubts that she knows you’re there.

“Hello.” You say softly, “Welcome to the Demeter. How may I help you this evening?”

The woman turns to you, her bright red lips curving into a sharp smile. “I’m looking for something…unique.”

“Selina,” Your tone warms, “Then you’ve come to the right place. Unique is The Demeter’s specialty.”

She moves towards you, letting her hips sway. “Ivy recommends you highly.”

You feel your cheeks heat, “I'm glad to hear it. Are you looking for something specific?

“I want something…” She pauses to think, “With some bite.”

“Of course.” You say and extend an arm. “Right this way.”

She falls into step with you as you cross the store.

“This section is specifically for cats. We have a variety of options, so I’ll give you a moment to look them over. If you have any questions, please let me know.”

She runs a hand down your arm, “Thank you, honey.”

As she peruses the offerings, you step back to give her some space and look over the shop. You mentally note the areas that need restocked and the areas that aren’t selling as well. You catch movement out of the corner of your eye and you turn back towards the woman.

She holds up a bottle of Catscratch Tequila, “I’ll take this one.”

“Perfect! I’ll get you checked out.”

You ring up the bottle and wrap it in black and burgundy tissue paper and then slip into a plain black bag. She slides her card through the reader and accepts the bag from you.

“Thank you for visiting The Demeter,” You say, “We hope that you’ll join us again.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will. Tell Ivy, I said hello.” She smiles and the light catches her dark eyes, turning them gold.

After she leaves, the shop is quiet until a gentleman steps inside. He starts to cut off your greeting and then stops. He steps forward, a smile spreading over his face. A chill crawls up your spine, but you keep your customer service smile locked firmly in place.

“You know,” He leans against the counter. His British accent is faint, but it colors his words, “I was planning to head straight down, but I think it's much more interesting up here.”

“I'm happy to help you find a drink to your tastes.”

He hums, “I'm sure some like this bottled stuff, but I like it straight from the source.”

He reaches out. Instinctively, you take a step back. Something like fury flickers in his expression, but he's quick to extinguish it.

“Are you the expert on all this, then?”

“I'm one of several experts employed by The Demeter. We pride ourselves on our extensive knowledge about supernatural focused liquors. May I help you find something?”

“Maybe I've already found what I want.” His smile is sharp, fangs on display.

You force yourself to breathe normally, despite the nervousness dancing in your limbs. He leans further forward, practically balancing on the counter now. Something heavy thumps into the door. His smile vanishes. The door opens and a large man steps through. He meets your gaze, raising one heavy eyebrow.

Before you can say anything else, the first man snaps out the secret phrase.

“Of course sir, right this way.” You step out from behind the counter and lead the man down a dark hallway. At the end of the hall, a large mirror hangs on the wall. You press a button that’s just above your head and the mirror swings open.

“We hope you enjoy your visit to The Demeter.” You say and step back.

The man doesn’t spare you a look as he steps through the open. He’s greeted by a Host and led further down into The Demeter’s speakeasy. The Host looks over the man’s shoulder, their odd purple eyes meeting yours. They smile and you feel yourself pulled forward. Then the man shifts, blocking your view and the feeling snaps. You shake your head, clearing away that last of the pull and take a step back. From the speakeasy, you can hear a beautiful voice, singing mournfully in a language you don’t recognize. Carefully, you close the mirror and make sure that it’s latched tightly. Then you let yourself have a moment to take some deep breaths.

“You alright?” Your savior asks gruffly when you come back.

“I'm okay. Glad you showed up when you did, Emmitt.”

He nods and gestures with a bottle. You smile a little easier and ring him up.

A few more patrons come in after that, but mostly it’s quiet. And then the door opens and you pause, a heat curling low in your belly. You know who it is before you look up, a smile already lighting up your face.

“Mr. Pennyworth, welcome back to The Demeter.”

He shifts, his long black coat swirling around his legs. A soft smile crosses his face. “Always a pleasure. And I told you to call me Alfred.”

“You did,” You feel yourself heat, “Alfred.” His name tastes sweet on your tongue. The memory of your kiss flashes through your mind, but you quickly push it away.

He watches you for a moment before clearing his throat, “I finished that last bottle of wine you recommended.”

“Yeah? Did you like it?”

“I did,” He says, “Very much. I was hoping you might recommend something else.”

You tap your lips gently, his blue eyes following the movement. “Is there something in particular you’re looking for?”

He steps closer, “Why don’t you pick something out for me?”

The heat rises through you, “I can do that.” You force your voice to stay level as you hold his gaze.

He’s been in enough times by now, that you feel you know his preferences, but you still take a moment and consider him. Your eyes drop to the breadth of his shoulders beneath his coat and travel down his front, taking in the immaculately put together suit. Your gaze flicks to the cane in his hands, the head an intricately carved knob, inlaid with gold that catches the light. You look back up and meet his gaze again. You lick your lips and don’t notice him tracking your tongue.

“I think I have just the thing.”

You step away from him, but the heat doesn’t seem to dissipate. He stays a respectful distance behind you as he follows you across the shop. You step through another door and he follows. Here the light is darker and you take a moment to let your eyes adjust. Alfred waits patiently for you, his eyes adjusting instantly, better suited for the dark anyway. You take a deep breath, letting the dry, earthy air fill your lungs, and let it out slowly. You lift a slender key from the hook near the door and then start into the maze of racks and cabinets. Alfred follows, doing his best to keep his gaze on the back of your eye, rather than roaming over your form. He only loses his internal battle once. The memory of his hands on your hips makes his hands itch.

After several winding turns you find the rack you’re looking for. Carefully you slot the key into the gilded lock on the front and hear the soft click of it unlocking. You open the door and shift your weight onto the balls of your feet. Alfred bites off a groan as you stretch to reach a bottle just above your head. He can feel his fangs starting to protrude and he forces his gaze away. He waits until he hears the lock click back into place before looking back at you.

“Mr. Pennyworth?” You ask and he can see the bob in your throat. “Alfred.”

“Nothing to worry about,” He says, offering a soft smile.

You nod and raise the bottle for his inspection. He takes the dark bottle from you and inspects the faded label.

“It’s a Melnik wine from the Struma Valley in Bulgaria. The particular wine is from before Bulgaria’s independence from the Ottoman Empire, we’ve dated it to 1882. It’s a darker wine with rich texture, aged in an oak barrel before being bottled and sealed. It will have notes of tobacco and leather.”

He nods as you speak, he knows he would have bought any wine you put in his hands, but it’s nice that you considered his preferences. He rubs a thumb over the label and considers the faded Bulgarian. It’s not one of various languages he knows, but there’s something appealing about it. Your words fade off and he looks up to find you biting your lip, eyebrows raised in question.

“I’ll take it.”

Your smile is a quick, bright thing. Despite his heart beating slower, it still skips a beat at the sight. You take the bottle back from him and lead him out of the cellar. He watches your competent movements as you slide behind the counter and ring up the purchase. His phone vibrates gently against his leg and he pulls it out with a grimace. There’s only one person that would be texting him at this hour.

“Caught a lead. Will be out late. Don’t wait up.”

Alfred sighs and locks the phone, not bothering to respond because he knows it won’t get read. Instead he slips the phone back into his pocket and looks up. He meets your questioning gaze with a smile.

“It would seem that suddenly my morning is free.”

“I can hold on to this if you’d like to go down.” You answer, smile unfailing, “The Bloody Queen is singing tonight.”

He considers it and then nods, “I think I will go down.”

“Absolutely. I’ll hold this here for now and if you’re not ready for it by the time I lock up, I’ll leave it with the Hosts.”

“You do take care of everything.”

“Of course. It’s what we do here at The Demeter.”

You set his bag under the counter and then shut and lock the door. He follows you down the hall to the mirror and you leave him with the Hosts. There’s a pang of sadness that you can’t go down with him, but you sternly remind yourself to think of your job.

The shop is hushed and still when you return to it. A shiver races down your spine as the hairs at the back of your neck raise. After a moment, you shake it off and walk the shop floor, straightening up as you go.

There’s a soft sound at the door and you pause, ready to greet the customer. Except the door never opens. You frown, eyebrows knitting together, but the door remains closed.

“Must have been the wind.” You murmur, not sure if that’s as reassuring or not.

Quickly you finish your loop and step back behind the counter. As you open your ordering program, the sound comes again.

“What is that?” You ask, trying to ignore the uptick in your heartbeat.

When the sound doesn’t come again, you shake your head and turn your attention back to the program. You work on putting in your next order, eyes flicking between the inventory sheet and the computer screen. Your head bobs along to a song you heard earlier.

A loud knock breaks your concentration. You look up at the door, brow wrinkled in confusion.

“Maybe they’re not sure if they’re in the right spot?”

You step out from behind the counter, making your way to the door. You set your hand on the door handle, but hesitate. Some instinct, usually quiet, is screaming at you. Slowly you pull your hand back, eyes focused on the door. Carefully, you retreat a step at a time, footsteps as silent as you can make them. The hair on the back of your neck feels like it's standing straight up.

You're just past the promotional display when there's a hand on your shoulder. You whirl around, a muted scream crawling out of your throat.

Alfred stands behind you, a hand reached out towards you. His eyebrows are pinched in concern, his blue eyes watching you intently.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly.

Before you can answer, there’s a terrible screeching at the door, like nails on a chalkboard. Alfred yanks you behind him, one hand staying on yours, the other wrapped tightly around his cane. As suddenly as it started, the noise stops, leaving a ringing silence in its wake. You grip Alfred’s hand tightly, your heart beating wildly. He watches the door for several long moments and then slowly untenses. He turns back to you and gently cups your face.

“Moon?” He asks, “Are you okay?”

You shake your head, fighting to get your heart back under control. “What was that?”

“Stay here.”

“No.” You take a deep breath and meet his gaze squarely. “We go together.”

“Alright.” He stays in front of you, but keeps his hand on yours.

Slowly, you approach the door, tensely waiting for something else to happen. Alfred lays a hand on the door and stretches out his senses. As far as he can tell, there’s nothing on the other side. Carefully, he pulls the door open and looks up and down the alleyway. There’s no street lights, but that doesn’t bother him. Behind him, he hears you gasp and your heart pounds. He whips around and finds you with a hand pressed tightly to your mouth, your eyes focused on the door. His eyes flick over to it and he stills.

Five long gouges diagonally bisect the door. A blood red sachet is pinned to the door. You reach for it, but Alfred stops you.

“Allow me.”

He steps forward and leans towards the door. Carefully he inhales shallowly. When he’s sure it’s safe for him, he inhales more deeply.

“There’s a lot of different scents in here. Belladonna, hemlock, nightshade, snakeroot, and some that I can’t identify. This is a nasty piece of work.”

“A curse bag? But who would leave a curse bag on The Demeter’s door? We’re welcoming to everyone!” Now that the danger seems to have passed, anger flares at your edges, “If someone had a problem, why not just come to us?”

Alfredy shakes his head, “I don’t know, but it wouldn’t hurt to be extra careful.”

You plant your hands on your hips and glare at the curse bag. “I’ll see about adding to the wards.” You sigh, “I’m glad you were here, it was lucky that you came along when you did.”

“I was just on my way out.” He says as his brain tells him what a liar he is. He'd been in the bar, sipping his drink when he'd heard your heartbeat spike. Without a thought, he'd come flying to your side.

"Good timing for me." You say and offer him a small smile.

“Do you want me to stay?”

You really do, but you shake your head, “No, that’s okay. Thank you though.”

“Of course. I’ll shut this behind me.”

“Alfred.” He pauses and turns back to you. “Your wine?”

“Oh,” He’d quite forgotten, “Yes. Of course.”

You quickly cross to the counter and grab the bag. When you hand it to him, his fingers caress the back of your hand, sparks warming your veins. Even this gentle touch leaves you lightheaded. The moment is broken by the alarm from the TV.

“Good evening Gotham.This is Vicki Vale with breaking news. Reports are flooding in of a fire at the Fae headquarters this evening. So far there are four confirmed victims, and several more missing individuals. At this time, there has not been a motive confirmed, though the Children of the Sun have made several threats against the Fae recently. The police are requesting anyone with information come forward. This is the fourth attack on Gotham’s supernatural population this month, though Police have yet to determine a connection.”

She continues but you can’t hear her over the ringing in your ears. You meet Alfred’s gaze with wide eyes.

“Close the shop.” He says, “I’ll wait here.”

You can only nod before you turn and cross back to the counter. Your hands shake as you close down the store and nothing you do can stop them. Alfred waits at the door, his hands resting on his cane, his back pressed against the door, his eyes tracking your movements. He emanates a sense of calm and steadiness, his presence helping settle you.

“I’ve never closed the store this quickly.” You offer him a weak smile even as your joke falls flat. He offers a hand and you let yourself take it. “Thank you.”

“Is it always like this here?”

You laugh, feeling a little unhinged, “No, this is unusual, even for us.”

He opens the door and looks out again, making sure it’s safe. Then he steps out and stands between you and the world as you shut and lock the door. He watches you tap several spots on the doorframe and then he feels the electricity as the wards flash. You pull on a set of soft gloves and carefully unpin the curse bag from the door.

“I can take that.”

“No, I have someone that can take care of it. I’ll take it straight to her.”

“Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, sunrise is in ten minutes and her place is just a few blocks away. I’ll be okay.” You’re not sure which one of you you’re trying to reassure more.

He walks you to the end of the alley and then turns to you. He looks you over again and nods, satisfied at what he finds.

“This is where I leave you.” Though he’s reluctant to do just that.

“Oh,” A quick twist of sadness that you quickly shove away, You straighten your shoulders and smile at him, “Thank you for everything tonight, having you there made it easier to handle.” There’s so much more you want to say, to ask, but the words won’t come.

“Get some rest. And keep your guard up.”

“I will. Stay safe Alfred.”

He watches you leave, waiting until you’re far enough ahead before he slips into the shadows and follows.

True to your word, you pause a few blocks away, outside a green door. You knock three times and then wait. A few moments later, the door opens and you step inside. Alfred settles against the brick wall to wait.

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Ivy steps back from the door, giving you space to step inside. Her green eyes narrow at you as she takes in your appearance.

“It’s been a weird night.” You say.

“You’ll tell me about it over drinks. I have just the thing you need.”

You follow her deeper into the humid building, carefully stepping over the plants that line the halls. She winds her way deeper into the building, following paths that only make sense to her.

“Ivy?” You call out when you can’t see her anymore.

“Two steps forward and then it’s the door on your left.” She calls back.

You follow her instructions and step into her lab. Something bubbles in the cauldron to your right, the smell indescribable. She follows your gaze and smirks.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” You say and slide onto a stool at her work bench.

You watch her work, her long slender hands working quickly and competently. A few minutes later, she sets a short glass in front of you, the purple liquid sloshing gently. You look at her and tilt your head.

“Trust me.”

Shrugging, you pick the glass up. The liquid burns sweetly down your throat, a comforting warmth spreading through your limbs.

“Oh, Ivy, that’s good. What is it?”

“Just a little concoction I came up with. It’ll help soothe your anxieties and worries, but it won’t make you feel inebriated.” She sips from her own glass, savoring the drink, “Now, tell me what brings you to my door at this hour.”

You bite your lip nervously and then sigh. Ivy listens intently as you recount the evening, her green eyes narrowed in focus. When you get to the part about the curse bag, she motions for it. Carefully you draw it out of your pocket and hand it over. Ivy turns in over, frowning deeply at it.

“Do you recognize it?”

“No, and that concerns me. A nasty piece of work like this and it’s not from anyone in the city? This has bad news written all over it.”

“Can you handle it?”

There’s a noise at the door and you smile. Harley stands in the doorway, her blonde hair tousled, a hand covering her yawn.

“Mornin.” She says, her voice still thick with sleep.

Ivy smiles at her and extends a hand. Smiling softly, Harley crosses to take it and lets herself be drawn down into Ivy’s lap. Ivy tucks her chin into Harley’s shoulder and looks at you.

“I’ll take care of this.” Her brows furrow. “But I don’t like you leaving here without some sort of protection.”

“What about that new charm? The black agate.” Harley says.

Ivy smiles at her, “Clever girl. That’s perfect.”

“Ivy, you don’t need to…”

“I won’t take no for an answer.” Ivy cuts you off.

“She won’t.” Harley confirms.

You sigh, “Alright. Thank you.”

You stay and chat with them for a little bit longer, but soon weariness is tugging at you. Harley notices and slips out of the room and comes back with a small burgundy bag. She opens it and tips the contents into your outstretched palm. The chain and stone are cool, but they quickly warm against your skin.

“Black agate, to help with protection. Don’t take it off.” Ivy says.

You slip the necklace on and tuck the stone under your shirt. It pulses warmly once and then stills.

“Thank you.” You smile at them, “Seriously.”

Ivy reaches over and squeezes your hand. Then she pulls back and stands.

“Alright, enough mushy stuff.” She says, “Do you want us to walk home with you?”

“No,” You shake your head, “It’s just a few more blocks. I’ll be okay.”

“If you need anything, let us know.”

Harley and Ivy walk you out, waving you off from the doorway. You wave back and then shift your grip on the bottle Ivy had given you. She promised that it would help you sleep if you needed it. You pause at the end of their sidewalk and tilt your face up to the sky, watching the pastel colors softening the edges.

After a moment you set off again. A shadow detaches from the nearby alleyway, following at a safe distance. The shadow follows you as you walk the short distance home. He pauses and watches as you walk into an old gothic building. He hears you greet the doorman and smiles. His phone vibrates softly in his pocket, but he ignores it until he’s sure that you’re safe inside. Then he pulls it out and checks the notification. He swears softly at the text from Bruce.

“Evidence of the Children of the Sun at the scene. They may be gearing up for something big. Tensions are stirring in Gotham. Be careful.”

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Tucked away in your bed, your mind replays the night. The terror has started to fade, but the worry still lingers. Alfred’s blue eyes had watched you so intently, so concerned, through the whole debacle. You smile into your pillow at the thought of him. You can feel something growing between the two of you, but you don’t know the shape of it yet.

As sleep starts to pull you under, you hear his voice, “Moon.” You smile softly, sleep taking over.