#this belongs on ao3

[pupculture]

Vampire×Human fic under the cut (both OCs)

Inspired by @vamprisms ♡ (this is just the first part)

Tags/Warnings: Vampires, bloodplay, dubcon (vampiric feeding), lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers vibes, morally gray characters, intense physical tension, and a dash of dark humor, lowkey snuff. Idek if this is dead dove don't eat, but it's really not that bad. Or I'm fucked up. Regardless, read at your own risk

No I did not edit it or reread it okay? And I wrote straight into Tumblr so no word count XD

Part Two

Look, we all lie on Tinder, right?

A few extra cms here, bit more cash there. So when I matched with Odette, I did NOT believe that she lived in a castle. Who even says that in 2025? Sure, her photos showed this sprawling gothic mansion with ivy-covered walls and actual turrets; but honestly I just thought,

Okay, she's just an eccentric goth babe who got a fancy photoshoot done.

Her description was charming but kept very vague- "Seeker of the sublime. Collector of captivating moments."- while normally I'd swipe left on someone who seems so... extra, something about her just pulled me in. Of course, it didn't hurt that she was drop-dead gorgeous, with a jawline sharp enough to cut me.

So when she messaged me (moments after the match popped up) with: "Would you care to join me for an evening you'll never forget?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes and laugh. I mean, who talks like that? But then I read it again-maybe twice-and felt a little flutter in my chest. It wasn't your standard wyd or hey beautiful, and honestly, I was intrigued. I joked back with, "Is this the part where I end up in a true crime podcast?" thinking that'd scare her off, but she replied almost instantly: "Only if it's a story worth telling." And just like that, I found myself saying yes to a first date at her castle

I swear I’m not desperate! But honestly, it had been a while. I’d just moved to this little backwoods town, and let’s just say I wasn’t pulling as well here as I did in the city. So, the next evening, I found myself on an embarrassingly long drive down a suspicious, winding road. When I finally arrived, I didn’t even need the GPS to tell me I’d reached my destination. Yes, it really was a castle. And it looked even more dramatic in person—perched on a hill and looking like something straight out of a book, complete with an unnecessarily long driveway, lined with ancient, gnarled trees. The taxi driver gave me a look as he dropped me off, like he wanted to ask if I was sure about this. But I waved him off with a confidence I absolutely did not feel, dropping the cash in his hand before stepping out.

The cold evening air bit at my cheeks as I climbed the stone steps to the massive front door, trying not to trip in my high-heeled boots. The door itself was shockingly heavy, the kind you’d probably need a medieval battering ram to break into. But before I could even knock, it swung open with an ominous creak.

And there she was. Odette stood framed in the doorway, bathed in the warm, flickering glow of what I could only describe as an alarming amount of candles.

She wore a dark, flowing dress that clung to her body just enough to leave me mildly breathless, and it swished faintly as she shifted her weight. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and down to her waist. Her lips were curved into this small, almost lazy smile, like she already knew exactly how this night was going to go. “Olivia,” she said, her voice smooth and velvety, the kind that felt like it could wrap itself around you. “You made it.”

I blinked. "Uh, actually, it's Aria."

Her smile froze for half a second before it softened again, seamless, like she was back in control. "Aria," she repeated, drawing it out like she was tasting it. "Of course. Forgive me, my mind must've wandered."

Look, I probably should’ve backed out then and there, I know. But I had already done the whole drive, and she smoothed it out so quickly it barely even registered. I hardly gave the Olivia girl a second thought—and the third was dashed from my mind immediately as her arm circled around my waist and pulled me inside.

The door closed behind me with a low, echoing thud, and before I could properly take in the ridiculous grandeur of the place, Odette’s hand rested lightly on the small of my back. “Let me show you around,” she said, her voice smooth and elegant, like this was just another ordinary Tuesday for her.

We moved down a long, dimly lit hallway lined with portraits—men and women painted in that stern, old-fashioned style, all sharp cheekbones and hollow stares. “It’s been in my family for generations,” Odette said as we walked, her tone calm and measured, like she was reciting something she’d said a thousand times before. “I suppose it’s... unconventional by modern standards, but I find it grounding.”

“Grounding,” I echoed, glancing at a particularly grim-looking woman holding a falcon. “Yeah, nothing says down-to-earth like living in a haunted castle.”

She laughed—soft, low, and completely unexpected. For a second, her face flickered with something strange, like the sound had startled her as much as it had me. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she recovered so quickly I almost thought I’d imagined it. “You’re... amusing,” she said, her voice smoothing back into its refined tone.

“Just making sure you’re not a sugar mommy who rents this place to impress her dates,” I said, shrugging like I hadn't actually been wondering that.

Her lips curved into another faint smile, but she didn’t laugh again. “No, nothing so transactional,” she murmured, her gaze flicking to mine, lingering just long enough to make my skin heat. “Come, there’s more to see.”

She guided me through the house with practiced ease, barely pausing to explain the rooms—an ornate dining hall, a cavernous library, a sitting room with an enormous fireplace that I’d bet hadn’t been lit in a century. Her hand remained at my back, gentle but insistent, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t interested in showing me the house so much as getting me somewhere specific.

Finally, she stopped in front of a tall, heavy door. “And this,” she said, her voice dipping lower, “is my favorite room.”

Odette didn't bother opening the door herself. Instead, she pushed me back against it, her body pressing into mine with just enough force to make it open under our combined weight. The movement startled me, but before I could say anything, her lips were on mine. Her kiss was firm, deliberate, her hands cupping my face as if to ensure there was no escape-not that I wanted one. My breath hitched, and for a moment, all I could think was,

Well, yeah, it's a castle, but to her, it's just her house. And let's be honest, showing up at someone's house on a first date definitely screams one-night-stand .

But then her hands dragged down to my hops and coherent thought dissolved into static. I heard the door clicked shut behind her, and she didn't give me a chance to steady myself. Her body pressed me further into the room, her kiss deepening, hands firm but not rough as they guided me right where she wanted me.

Her lips left mine just long enough for me to gasp in a breath, but before I could even gather my thoughts, she leaned in again, her mouth brushing along my jawline and down to my neck. Her movements were slow, deliberate, like she was savoring the moment, and the heat of her breath sent shivers skittering down my spine. I tried to focus, my hands gripping the fabric of her dress, but the way she pressed against me made it hard. "Not wasting any time, huh?" I managed to mumble, my voice shaky but light, trying to break the tension with a little humour. Odette pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her dark eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Why wait?" she murmured, her voice low and intoxicating. "Time is such a... fleeting thing."

For some reason, the way she said it made my chest tighten and my pussy clench, but her lips were on mine again before I could process it. She kissed me harder this time, more insistent, like she was trying to erase the space between us entirely.

I felt like I was burning, caught between her intensity and the sheer audacity of it all. This woman lives in a castle, I thought hazily. She's got antique portraits and candelabras, and here I am letting her devour me like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Before I could catch my breath, her hands slid from my waist to the backs of my thighs, and in one fluid motion, she lifted me like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around her instinctively as she carried me a few steps into the room before dropping me unceremoniously on the bed. I couldn't contain my giggle at her inexplicable strength, but it quickly died as her hand wrapped slowly around my throat.

She leaned over me, her dark hair falling like a curtain around us. She kissed me again and my head swam.

I gasped as she released my neck, only to pepper it in kisses trailing down from my jaw to the hollow of my collarbone and lower still. Her hands slid along my sides, fingers splayed, as if she wanted to map out every inch of me- occasionaly digging her long nails into my skin.

My breath came faster, ragged, and my heart was pounding so hard I swore she could feel it beneath her touch. She paused for a moment, as if enjoying something only she could sense, and then she whispered, "Is this okay?" The question caught me off guard, but her voice was so soft, so low, that I couldn't bring myself to do anything but nod. She shook her head at me, tilted it to the side, not continuing

"Yes," I breathed, though the word felt heavy in my mouth, like it carried more weight than I realized.

She smiled again, differently now, all her teeth on display and wider than I thought possible.

She moved with that same deliberate control, almost as if she were unaffected. Her hands slipped under the hem of my dress, softly pinching at my flesh until they rested on my panties. A little huff escaped her before she simply tore them off me. Every nerve in my body felt alive, thrumming under her touch. I could feel myself dripping as she glanced at the red lace in her hand and threw it aside.

Another moment and her fingers were already deep inside me. I arched into her instinctively as I felt her nails scratch my pussy, a lovely painful ache and a hiss fell from my lips. Her weight pressed me down but as her thumb pressed into my clit I felt completely weightless.

My chest rose and fell rapidly and I knew I was blushing with the speed my orgasm was building. I realised my eyes were shut and tore them open just to notice her gaze was firmly on me. An almost predatory expression as I whimpered under her and clenched around her fingers. And again she smiled.

Only to pull her fingers from me. Lick them slowly as I squeezed my eyes and held back tears and fought not to beg this women I hardly knew.

Slowly, her eyes still locked on mine, she shifted down my body. I couldn't keep the pathetic, submissive grin off my face as she softly licked her way from my inner thighs to my pussy. I gasped as she softly bit at my clit, trying to pull my thighs together before she roughly pinned them to the bed.

"Please"-

I never beg but I couldn't help it. She gave me a soft smile and licked my pussy again.

When her teeth sank into my skin, it wasn't gentle. A sharp, sudden pain shot through me, and I gasped-but the gasp turned into something else, something I didn't entirely understand. Heat pooled low in my stomach, my body reacting in ways that didn't make sense, and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a shaky, involuntary moan.

She didn't stop. Her lips pressed harder, her tongue sweeping over the bite as I felt warmth trickle down my leg. My head spun, a mix of pain, pleasure, and confusion clouding every thought. Wait... am I bleeding? I thought hazily, but the idea barely took hold before her teeth were on me again, her hunger growing more urgent.

"Odette," I managed to choke out, my voice breathless and slurred. "You-uh-you should've-asked first..." But my protest was weak, barely audible, and the way her mouth moved against my skin sent a fresh wave of sensation crashing through me.

The room blurred at the edges as my body trembled, my senses caught in a spiral of sharp pain and something dangerously close to euphoria. I clutched the sheets again, a gasp slipping out as her lips moved again- this time to my neck. The last things I felt before my vision went dark was her mouth against my skin, the faint, wet sound of her feeding, and my own pulse pounding in my ears like a drum as my orgasm hit.

Part Two

[copperpipes]

A wild signal appears

A wild bot appears

"You're my friend now, we're having soft tacos later!" *drags away giggling*

[13mary-gold]

Sketches for the fic We Are Sure to Drown by Good_Luck_Charm

[lizardkingeliot]

no one:

absolutely no one:

no. 1 loustat truther sam reid whenever louis and/or lestat are so much whispered about in his presence: so anyway did you know louis and lestat are going to get back together they will get back together at the louis and lestat getting back together event did you know their love is like fire and brimstone levels of hot which is important to the point i'm trying to make which is louis and lestat are getting back together

[incorrect-green-lantern-quotes]

hc that the Earth GLs often fight over which one of them has to be on the Justice League. Not which one gets to be, they all think it's a chore dealing with Batman's paranoid ass and that's why John usually gets saddled with it (he's the responsible one).

Hal also gets stuck on JL duty fairly often bc "you helped make the team, you better take responsibility for it!"

Guy would get punched in the face by so many people and the man does not need more brain damage

Kyle gets annoyed because the League still treats him like a rookie bc he's part of the same generation as the Titans. Similar thing with Simon and Jessica, but in their case it's kind of warranted, they still have the new kid vibes

Jo hasn't been put on JL duty yet but is dreading it bc she's a bisexual disaster and knows she's gonna get distracted by Wonder Woman's triceps. Also she can't face Superman or Batman after all the Superbat smut she's read

(they're all secretly relieved that there's another Lantern they can assign JL duty to now)

[eclipse-msoul]

BELONG TO ME IN OBLIVION

Reader X Romantic yandere Batfamily

chapter 6 :

You yawned as you stretched your arms back to release the tension.It was getting late now, seven o'clock you noted was the time. At Most a few minutes remained before you clocked out.

Your eyes flickered to the figure resting on the bed – an oxygen mask on his mouth and the ECG machine gave you his heart beat.The beeping sound was the only thing other than your breathing that sounded in the hospital room. 

The boy slept under your gaze. His black hair was dark like the night sky. They resembled the familiar ones, making it all the more painful for you. His heart beat had gotten stable in the few hours that he stayed here in rest and unconscious.

You heard the nurse call out to you, giving a Pat on your shoulder with an understanding smile.

She spoke softly with a tender gaze. “ Dr. (Name), you've been tending the patient for several hours. Go home and take a rest. I'll stay with him and make sure he's fine.”

You didn't decline. You nodded and bowed your head before walking out. “I'll leave him in your hands.” You said and walked out – not before passing another glance on the boy.. Few minutes passed before you saw a bright blue car and softly scoffed

The car parked in front of you while the large and brimming hospital stood at your back. His night sky-like hair came into view as he got out and blue eyes scanning for your familiar form darted back to you. He grinned with his known generous smile. 

“ (Name).” He called so tenderly that you felt your heartbeat. He walked closer to you not knowing how quickly and took your hand. He gently held it closer to his lips and stared into your flushed eyes with a knowing smirk. 

He could be so much when he wanted to. 

“ Thomas.” you replied under a giggle before his large muscular arm pulled you closer. You could feel his heart beat so loudly, It was strong yet strangely calm.You remained in his embrace till the twinkling rain began to pour. As always Gotham could never have a clear sky for long. 

He and you quickly rushed to the car and took a seat. Both of you grinned at each other's wet state before driving off. 

      ________________________________

Four hours before you clocked out

It was about to strike three o'clock, Gotham was full of clouds preventing any sunlight from reaching its people. In the vast and dangerous city of Gotham lies the central Gotham hospital.

Inside patients were constantly being rushed in – someone got stabbed during a fight, others got robbed and had a bullet in their head while some very unfortunate souls got taken victim by one of Gotham's most notorious Goons. 

You walked down the dark and barely lit hallway. After spending almost seven hours in the ER, you needed a break. Deciding it was time, your junior was given your duty and you went out to take a breath. 

The Hospital being almost thirty years old hadn't renovated itself in certain places. Despite WE enterprise generously donating millions of dollars, not much changed. You hadn't bothered mentioning it to Thomas or Bruce – because knowing them….. Sigh, you didn't feel like pondering over what they would do. 

Suddenly while walking through this dark and creepy hallway, you felt a hand pull you. It was slim and petite and was over your mouth. You struggled to breath and you felt your heart beat increase. Has some Goon gotten in? Were you about to get killed? Were you going to be held in ransom? You really hoped it was the latter. 

The hand remained on your face as you tried to listen to the grip of your holder. ‘When someone tries to attack and hold you, try to calm your mind first and keep on struggling. Then when you find the opportunity hit on their foot by applying the whole power of your body on the sole of your foot. Your predator might scream or be put off guard. Hit him or her in the solar plexus and run.’ Alfred's words during your self defense class rang in your head. 

Your eyes which were blinking with tears began to dry. You did exactly as you're taught and finally got out of the hold of the figure you presumed to be women. You turned your head back and halted. 

“...what are you doing here?”

The women with the brilliant golden hair and blue eyes looked at you amused. She smiled brimmingly and grinned. “ Honey Pie! I came to see my favorite junior.” The women with a jolly tone voiced. 

You did not believe it. She may have been your senior, perhaps a very good friend but now. You tightened your jaw and spoke with spite hidden underneath. “ Senior Quinn state your business.”

She suddenly paused and looked at you with her deep blue eyes. Her voice that was previously lased with joy changed, “ (Name)...” she held your hand and this time no matter how hard you pulled you couldn't get out. 

She intensely gazed into your eyes and said, “ I want you to do me a favour.” your wrist which was under her hold tightened up in pain. She pushed your hands up and pulled you against the wall. 

Her mouth got closer to your face which distorted uncomfortably while you struggled. “ So… will you do it for me my dear junior?” She asked like she had given you any choice. You skimmed under her gaze. Before finally giving up, “ I'll decide after you tell me.” And you turned your head away as a last sign of resilience. 

She let you go and you fell to your knees. She gave you a hand to get up and when you decided not to take it. She forcefully took you up. You glared at her as she sighed. “ Follow me outside.”

“ Why should I ?” you hissed. 

She laughed, “ Aren't you a little feisty thing~” she turned back at you and flickered her finger to your forehead like she did in your house job days. ( she had no right to be so familiar yet so different) 

 "Stop worrying I'm not going to eat you..” You held your head in pain even if it didn't hurt. Your heart still felt pain. 

You reluctantly followed her steps. She took you to a dark and hidden alleyway. With every step you took, you wondered if it would have been better to run. But you kept your breathing stable – at least on the surface – and took each step with caution. 

Harley Quinn – the woman who was considered to be like a sister to you before she changed and went to the side of the joker – finally stopped. Your eyes squirmed as you tried to see what her body hid and as she moved. You felt your heartbeat quickening. 

You rushed to the side of the ground where her feat stood. A boy you assumed to be a teenager was heavily bleeding. His stand of several white hairs stood out on his bleeding head. You quickly assessed the situation and tried to stop the bleeding. “ Harley, help me!” You screamed and she inwardly smiled. 

So no more pretending to ignore her huh? How cute. She bent down and helped you. 

When you felt the bleeding had stabilized a bit,you decided he could be taken to the hospital through the stretcher. You were about to tell her to call the hospital staff but she must've thought it was too much work. So she disappeared. 

“ The kid's name is Jason Todd. Take care of him for me Honey pie~” Her voice rang through the air. And she vanished like the clear sky in Gotham. 

TBC… 

Firstly I would like to say 124 FOLLOWERS ?!!! You guys are the freaking best ! Thank you so much for the love and support.Secondly, Love you guys 🤌🏻❤️❤️❤️

P. S : if anyone wants to be added to the tag list for this series kindly message me or inbox me.

Also this series is going to have them all going romantic on y/n aka the reader. So if you're uncomfortable with it. You've been warned forward. ( though no romance start before they turn twenty or at least eighteen)

Another I'd Like to add is I don't support these behaviors in real life. This is a work of fiction and has no relationship to my real life values. So please be respectful and kind.

Love to you all amazing people 🩷🩷🩷🩷

( Please comment 🥹 it took my whole brain power to write this. I really want some feedback and getting it from you guys that like to read yandere Bat family fics as much as I do. Would bring me great joy ❤️❤️❤️❤️ ) But NO hate

[indie-summer]

Matteo still has one comforting hand on Jonas’ knee when they both hear the bus door snap open.

He only has a second to wonder who that could be — their teammates know better than to intrude when Jonas is clearly under pressure — when a glance behind him reveals those ridiculous tufts coming out of their rival's helmet.

“Pogačar, what the fuck you're doing here?” Matteo immediately asks, instinctively rotating in his seat in an attempt to put himself in his way. To hell with this guy. Not here, not today.

Tadej rolls his eyes and addresses Jonas instead, fully ignoring Matteo."Please call off your dog, Jonas. We need to talk.” And as if predicting Matteo's reaction, he adds with a smirk, “Soulmate talk.” He flaunts his wrist in Jonas’ direction, where, everyone knows, the soul mark rests printed on his skin. Once he realizes Matteo is staring at it, Tadej retreats his arm, hiding it from his sight, but not quickly enough for Matteo not to realize that the skin around it looks red and a little swollen.

Then Matteo feels another hand on his arm. He turns around and finds Jonas looking straight at Tadej, even as he sighs and tells Matteo in a low voice, “I’ll meet you outside in a moment.”

Jonas sounds defeated, and Matteo is about to simply refuse to leave — but then Jonas glances at him with those blue eyes, and Matteo knows he has no choice but to obey. He won't undermine Jonas’ leadership right now.

Frustrated, he gets up and storms out of the bus, slamming the door behind him and resting against it.

He still pays close attention when, inside, the agitated voices of a heated argument begin to lower down to murmurs and whispers he no longer can hear.

[her-soliloquies]

I feel like we, as tsn enthusiasts, moved past the Andrew Garfield and Jesse Eisenberg reunion way too quickly.

[thestarlightforge]

Because this “Agatha All Along” thought almost made me burst into tears in the middle of minding my own business, washing dishes and listening to Lorna Wu’s cut of “Ballad,” I’m inflicting it on all of you—

If I can’t hold you…

Remember what I told you…

Now that the sigil is lifted (and the rest of whatever WandaVision memories may have muddled in his mind likely restored), what if this is one of the final episodes’ titles?

This—Billy reciting/remembering this, and casting his first Wish spell in the MCU at the end of the Road to get his family back—intercut with the last (or some similarly sweet) conversation between Agatha, Rio and Nicky?

Imagine: They’re all standing there, after the last Trial, and nobody’s hurt, they beat it—but nothing’s happening. They start getting mad at each other, screaming about WandaVision & Salem & the Darkhold & Sharon & the sacrifices & Alice… He’s sorting through the lyrics, the different lyrics, and it hits him.

Billy: “If I can’t hold you, remember what I told you… It’s the only way we survive.”

Agatha: Lorna was a pop rocker. That’s not even in the Ballad. And you don’t remember shit, do you? William? Billy?

Billy: “You know, a family is forever.”

Agatha turns, curious.

Billy: “We could never truly leave each other, even if we tried.”

Tears well in Billy’s eyes, remembering how Wanda turned to Tommy—how knowing his lack of mind-based powers, she wouldn’t leave until he had understood.

Billy: “You know that, right?”

Rio looks on solemnly, having witnessed this moment in waiting to take the twins to the beyond.

Billy: “Boys?”

Billy barely chokes it out.

Billy: “Thanks for choosing me to be your mom.”

Rio and Agatha’s eyes meet. And they’re young women, playing with Nicky in Salem, 400 years ago.

Billy: “Goodnight, Tommy.”

A stream of flashes: Wanda and Vision and Billy and Tommy—Agatha and Rio and Nicky.

Billy: “Goodnight, Billy.”

Wanda and Vision hugging the boys, Billy and Tommy playing—Agatha watching while Rio tosses Nicky in the air, both of them cackling like mad. Wanda and Vision kissing. Rio and Agatha kissing. All of them happy. Together.

Back to the present. No dry eyes left in the room. Billy’s power warbles as the Road unlocks.

Billy: I’m not missing power, or magic, or memories. I miss them. They are what I’m missing. And I wish… I could have them back.

Maybe he thinks it doesn’t work. Maybe they don’t all appear. But there’s a crackling burst of blue magic, and the Road is done. Because the actual most famous Witch to walk the Road—perhaps who it was created by, even—is not Agatha Harkness, even if she is its only living survivor. And perhaps Agatha even knows this—met this Witch 400+ years ago. The real person the Road is for is the ancient, ancestral, legendary Scarlet Witch. Not Wanda Maximoff—but an earlier incarnation. So of course, it is her most modern incarnation’s words—Wanda’s last to her sons, including this warrior boy who has survived all seven Trials—that unlocks the road’s ending.

Then, we cut away in an end credit sequence to each of Billy’s missing, wished people who we don’t see here—Wanda and Tommy resurrecting across the world, and White Vision fully unlocking Hex Vision’s memories (where previously he may have just had everything through “Infinity War”).

[anantaru]

LET PEOPLE WRITE WHAT THEY WANT AND FOR WHO THEY WANT !!!!!

[goldenispunk]

I thought you guys were joking about people actually shipping Wincest 😧

[todelve-intomy-monthlyfixations]

Have another exam tomorrow, but I started another (devestating) angst tim drake fic that I can't stop reading, so, tbh who cares about physics? I need to cry over Timmy Drake rn.

Update: I fucked it up but tbh whatever bc my batfam fic updated :p

[bangchansrose]

i would rather an author take three months to work on a chapter than upload the next day using fucking ai

[poppy5991]

[venomatemychocolate]

Does anyone else ever like. Forget that Destiel is canon. Like to this day it seems unreal. If it wasn't for the many many uses of the destiel meme i would honestly believe i'd hallucinated all of it

[lemonbeemon]

Just saw the tag 'AI Generated Text' on AO3. I think I'm going to be sick.