#vampfic

[cuntyfieddemon]

nah bc i do not believe for one second that the Theatre did not have an orgy all together at one point... theyre vampires!!! come on now. armand saying he had sex with only 3 ppl in his coven?? the bit with the father and son being probably vampfic??? theres only one answer to this and it's that armand was not invinted to the orgy(ies) and he never had a clue it even happened. ever.

[batfeatherrs]

Omg! You like call of duty too! This fandom needs more tickles I swear 😭

Was just wondering if I could request a fic with task force 141? If not that's completely okay! :]

Hope you have fun making content 🫶💙

i will absolutely write for the task force they’re my sillies ever <3 since you didn’t have any specific requests i just made something up but i hope you enjoy!

✧ ˚ ࿔ vampfics

⠀🦇 ⠀|⠀TEAM DEBRIEF

characters: lee!Ghost, ler!Soap, ler!Gaz, implied ler!Price

summary: Ghost is having a hard time paying attention to the debrief. unfortunately, Soap catches on.

Ghost is usually very attentive during mission discussions and debriefs. He’s one of the only soldiers that regularly pays proper attention, no matter how exhausted or disinterested he is.

But, for some reason, he just can’t focus.

Ghost shifts slightly in his seat, letting out a faint sigh. He’s trying, really, he is: but no matter how hard he stares at Price’s face he just can’t bring himself to hear the words he’s saying. It feels like his head is made of clouds.

Beside him, sitting in the chair to his left, Soap notices the subtle wiggle and raises an eyebrow. Ghost never fidgets during debriefs, never. Soap shifts his attention from the thread he’s pulling at on his vest to the other soldier, and it doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s not a hundred percent present in the room. Ghost is tapping his fingertips very gently against the table, and as he shifts he leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out.

Gaz notices too, seeing Ghost shift in his peripheral. He glances at him briefly, taking a mental note, and a faint smirk crawls across his lips before he looks back to the Captain.

It’s kind of amusing, watching him try to be inconspicuous about his boredom.

Ghost is almost entirely zoned out, his eyes slightly glassy and focused on Price, when a nudge against his ribs makes him nearly jump out of his skin. It’s so sudden that Price stops mid-word and stares at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright then, Simon?” He asks, his voice warm with a hint of curiosity.

Ghost nods, shifting a bit. “Yeah, sir,” he mumbles, nodding to Price. “Just had an itch.”

Price raises his eyebrows. He isn’t fully convinced by Ghost’s excuse, but he lets it slide for the moment and returns to his debrief. The moment Price’s attention leaves him Ghost shoots a heavy glare at Soap, whose hand is hovering in the space between their chairs. Soap only grins back at him, mischief dancing in his eyes.

That can’t be good.

Ghost tries to ignore it, but he can see Soap’s hand out of his peripherals. Soap’s fingertips twitch, and after a second he wriggles his fingers teasingly next to Ghost’s side. Ghost feels an embarrassing warmth rise to his cheeks and he turns his head away to put Soap out of his line of sight, suddenly very grateful for his mask.

Soap isn’t about to let it go, though. If Ghost is bored, he won’t be for long.

After a moment’s hesitation Ghost feels a set of fingers settle on his side and he twitches, his heart leaping into his throat. He tilts his head to glare at Soap again, but the teasing grin on his teammate’s face is enough to make his face burn and he turns away again.

Soap doesn’t heed his warnings. Ghost flinches again as he feels Soap’s fingertips press into his side lightly, into the exposed soft spot below the strap of his tactical vest. He bites his lip and inhales sharply, his back arching slightly away from the touch. God, he’s going to kill Soap after this debrief.

Soap’s fingertips trail up his side, agonizingly slowly, and Ghost’s heart flutters. A smile curls at the edges of his lips and he ducks his head slightly, curling his hands into fists on the table. Spurred on by the response, Soap’s hand begins to explore, creeping down his side towards his hip and prodding into the soft skin there. Ghost nearly chokes, wanting to slam his head into the table.

By now, Gaz has noticed the shenanigans occurring across the table. He grins, much less subtly than Soap, glancing at the Scotsman briefly. They make eye contact and before Ghost can say anything Gaz shifts and he feels his leg hook around his. Panic leaps into his throat as Gaz reaches down, his hand creeping from Ghost’s shin up to his knee, curling around it to trace gentle circles behind his knee. Ghost’s leg jerks, nearly smacking his knee against the underside of the table.

Christ, Ghost can’t keep this up for long. He can feel the warm static of giggles burning in his chest, threatening to spill up his throat and out from his lips. He’s about to raise a hand and excuse himself from the debrief for a minute when Soap’s hand creeps around his side and lands on his lower back, just above the waistline of his pants.

“Ack-!” Ghost lets out a surprisingly high-pitched squawk of laughter, jolting upright and hitting his knee against the underside of the table. The room falls silent, Price’s voice tapering off, and Ghost suddenly feels three sets of eyes on his face.

“Something funny, Simon?” Price asks, raising an eyebrow. He’s trying to sound serious, but Ghost can see the look of amusement and fondness in his face and he’s suddenly pretty sure Price has known all along.

Ghost swallows, Soap’s hand pressed against his back unmoving making him rather nervous. “Sir- HAHaha!”

Gaz’s fingertips dig into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, a few inches above his knee. His leg jerks again and he drops his head to the table, clasping a hand over his mouth and burying his head in his arm. He hears Gaz chuckle, but before he can tell him to fuck himself Price leans over the table with a smile on his face.

Price’s eyes narrow with amusement. “I think I just heard a giggle,” he says, his voice low and dripping with teasing. “Is that right, Lieutenant?”

Ghost doesn’t get the chance to reply. Soap’s fingertips start moving again, scratching lightly at the middle of his lower back, and Gaz wiggles a finger lightly against the inside of Ghost’s thigh. Ghost jolts and a splutter of giggles escape his lips, slightly muffled by his hand. He hears Soap coo, and Gaz leans over the table towards him.

“Come on now, Si,” he purrs, his voice warm and smooth. “Let’s hear that pretty laugh, huh?”

“Would you shut up- snRKHAHahAha!” The moment Ghost opens his mouth Soap’s fingertips dig into his back, eliciting a burst of laughter from the soldier. He arches his back, trying to squirm away from Soap and nearly falling out of his chair in the process. The others laugh, and Ghost feels his cheeks burn. “FuhUhuck- stahAHAP!”

After a few seconds Price lifts a hand, and Soap and Gaz freeze.

“Alright, enough,” he says, surprisingly warmly considering the interruption. “We can finish this debrief tonight.”

Price glances at Ghost, who’s blushing furiously behind his mask, and smirks. “I think we need some time to regroup.”

Hesitantly Soap withdraws his hand, and Gaz lets Ghost’s leg drop with a dramatic huff. Ghost doesn’t even move: he just buries his head in his arms, his shoulders twitching with leftover giggles as he tries to catch his breath.

Price looks at Ghost with a warm smile. “Alright, Simon?”

After a second, Ghost mumbles a reply.

“Mmhm.”

[staghunters]

Happy Birthday to her! Vampfic Jackie you will always be famous :3

Alt Version and ramble under the cut haha

Wowza, a whole year!

Wouldn't have thought it to feel so long and short at the same time. If I had to look at all the stuff that happened inbetween posting that first chapter and whatever I'm doing now, there's so much change in there. And definitely all for the better!

I've met so many cool people in the span of this year. Very noteworthy case being @ordinaryhorror, since we started talking because of vampire!jackie, and then werewolf!jackie, and before you know it, you're on a train to Spain hugging the biggest dork in the world (love ya, my buddy, my pal). Oh no now there's a series rewatch, Ah no now a discord server and mutuals and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa so many nice peeps!

Talking about fandom as something Big in my life feels a bit cringe, but in this case that rings very true. I think I put somewhere before that, ever since I got into YJ, my inspiration for making things has spiked for the first time in over a decade.

AND for the first time it really got me into writing fic. So that's why this is a bit of a special occassion, since the vampfic was the first multi-chapter thing of considerable length that I started with. It really forced me to think about a number of things like: - how the fuck do I outline things - what's good pacing - this could be a fun thing to include, but would it make sense - aaaaa multiple characters interacting and they all have their own personality and likes/dislikes about others aaaaaaa

A great lesson!

I liked working on it, and where the story ended up. I don't really re-read it except for the comments and chapter 7, since of that one i really am proud. On other fronts I feel that if I were to stare at it for too long, the flaws would begin to annoy me and I would want to fix things, which is not something I want to do.

If anything, I want to put the same level of energy into a new project.

Thanks for reading! And if you didn't, still super-duper thankful to have you here. Just knowing that there's people in the world that vibe with what I think of/make really is enough to me

Cheers <3

[d0enti]

hello! i noticed that your reqs are open, can i request yandere fuuta (milgram) x enby bpd reader fic? would love it to be a vampire au (fuuta is the vampire) (reader's personality is sorta like nene from prsk)

MILGRAM—“Home is where you are ‘Player 1’.”

➵Summary:♬〃!Yan+Vamp! Fuuta x enby bpd reader

➵Warning: mention of manipulation

➵A/N:well that was a challenge to write, but I still did it! Also if I fucked you up the bpd part, I apologize. I did try to do my research and found this [Link] so if I messed up I apologise

Fuuta uses you having fear or abandonment, to manipulate you into staying with him, saying he's the only one who will understand you & love you

Fuuta learns about you having an unstable self-image, and used that too to his advantage to make you, want him to suck your blood

Fuuta enjoys seeing you angry, making you feel bad later after you yell at him, making you want to hug him or let him suck your blood

Fuuta notices your, impulsive and dangerous behaviour, and thinks it's fun to play with your dangerous behaviour, making you hurt you friends so they leave you, but he never will

Fuuta keeps you so close, making you feel like he won't judge you, playing video games with you complementing you. Making you feel special in a sense, to make you drunk to his love

Fuuta keeps you from, harming yourself by saying that you are a bad person, leaving him alone, mentioning what he went through Milgram and that he needs you

Fuuta uses your feeling of emptiness, so solely get you more wrapped around, his finger. Saying he's the only one you need and the only one, who will make you feel anything

Fuuta uses your anger issues to the core, using is an advantage to bite you and suck your blood, saying it will calm you down one way, or another

Fuuta probably manipulated you into thinking, he's actually human. Saying you are paranoid imagining he has fangs, and that he bit you, even when you have proof on your neck, he just says it marks he left for you

Fuuta manipulates you into, leaving your friends saying they won't get you, but he will. Because after all he's your boyfriend... Your normal boyfriend

[robotslenderman]

Are you doing anymore wendyfic?

I heard you were doing another story on her

Yeah I wrote another fic but hit a wall just before the climax, so decided to go work on Mithfic while that sat. I'm now working on the first draft of another vampfic andwill probably fix Wendyfic once I'm done with that (the first draft of the other fic, that is).

[breathplayed]

2 <3

(2) talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

omg this one is actually a lil hard to answer because 99% of the time in everything i've ever written my outline has been set in stone from the very start of the fic. BUT.

it's definitely We Bleed It Out!!!!! vampfic!!!!!!!!! i think i have mentioned this before but ima say it again bc i can actually tag and rediscover shit on here!!!!! it's miss wbio!!!!!!!!!! in the original outline of the fic, vmin had a lot of animosity towards each other, pjm was a lot meaner and distant, taehyung thought jimin hated being burdened with a fledgling. they were only going to start to become friendly / close after taehyung's run-in with hunters (during which he was actually going to be surprised that jimin came to rescue him)

but vmin..... oh those sappy mfers............... you can actually see the exact moment the tone shifted for the fic lol, it's in ch1 when vmin first meet. pjm seems annoyed that he's being asked to take care of a toreador (spoken with disdain/disbelief) and pulls over the car to lay down the rules and tell taehyung he'll kill him himself if he endangers either of them..... (narrator voice) And It Was At That Moment, Jimin Took The Wheel and cleaned his whole act up. i was no longer in control, my traitorous hands were clicking away with the opposite tone i was aiming for. i'd never had that happen to me before!!!!!!!! i hope it never happens again it was crazy asf i had to modify the entire outline (but then i still wanted to keep the hunter torture scene, even though its original only purpose was to give vmin a catalyst to be nicer to each other.... so then that whole arc ended up feeling like gratuitous violence..... but Whatever. i had ideas for vampire whump and not even jimin could stop me from using them)

[samuelroukin]

am I allowed to ask things about vampfic or are you tired of thinking about it? (if yes, my question is like, is soap supposed to be crushingly not okay bordering on suicidal in the first like, quarter or so? and if so, was that part of attempting to write the Big Sad? but also no worries if no) - S

yes you’re allowed to ask! i’m not happy about where i went with it but i still like the fic or at least parts of it 😬 and yeah he is, he’s been telling himself he that he’s fine now and shoving everything down but he’s really not okay. idk what you mean about attempting to write the big sad tho sorry 😅

[iheartdavekat]

Graveyard Shift by Ellectricx

GOD DAMN. BANGER AFTER BANGER AFTER BANGER BY ELLECTRIX JESUS CHRISTOPHER.

cw:like one sex scene and also three characters die(. Still a happy ending :3)

Actually now that I’m writing this I’m pretty sure Ellectrix wrote the cruise one I recommended a whole ago. Anyway this one is actually vampires vs vampire hunters but like not in the way you expect it to be or like the way it usually is which is a really fun twist on the normal expectations that come from a homestuck vampfic! Vriska and Eridan being whiny bitches as always, Karkat not knowing how to handle his feelings and going down depressive and self destructive spirals etc etc lol. It’s also slowburn (when is it not) and I will personally die for this fic which now holds a special place in my heart 🤠🤠

anyway make sure to comment on it or leave a kudos

[rogueddie]

Steve turns, holding his bat ready, confused and terrified. He'd only turned away from the group for a second, glancing back into a room they were passing, double checking that the shadow he'd seen move was just the dead tree outside the window.

Yet, when he turned back to the others, they were long gone. He's alone in the middle school hallway, the vines of the Upside Down seeming to shift towards him in small increments.

There's a chirping noise.

He flinches, almost tripping with how fast he turns. He raises his bat again. It takes a moment for him to realise that nothing is coming at him. Instead, a familiar face slowly peaks out from the main doors.

"Eddie?" Steve isn't sure his eyes aren't playing tricks on him.

The chirping noise- it's Eddie making that noise. He looks… curious. A little excited. Something about him seeming oddly childlike.

"Eddie, man, what-" Steve cautiously takes a few steps towards him. Eddie seems to brighten up, chirping again, before darting out of sight. "Eddie?!"

He quickly jogs to the doors, cautiously peaking his head out. There's another chirp, Eddie crouched at the corner of the building. When Steve tries to slowly walk over to him, he just as slowly stands up straight. He backs up, carefully. Glances behind him, then looking back to Steve. He's leading Steve somewhere.

A trap? No. Something in Steves gut knows that, whatever Eddie is, he's safe. Something about the way he almost bounces in childlike excitement whilst huddling close to the darker areas, hiding… something… its so genuine.

Eddie leads him into the closes house. Steve isn't sure who's it is but he is sure that whoever lived here didn't leave it like this.

There's pillows and duvets and blankets all piled carefully in the living room, furniture moved to form a nest. Eddie is perched in a corner and, with no shadows left to hide in, Steve can finally see that the dark shadows that followed him aren't shadows. They're wings. Wings that twitch under his attention, curling outwards when Eddie tilts his head.

"This is… safe? You're safe here?" Steve finally asks.

Eddie perks up again, making a different chirping noise. It sounds almost… happier? Pleased? His wings twitch too, taking up more space and fluttering.

Steve carefully puts his bat down, leaning it on the wall just next to the doorway. Eddie only glances at it, focused more on Steve as he steps further into the room. He's careful with what he touches, not wanting to ruin anything unstable.

Eddie makes another chirp, carefully moving out the corner. He stops, hesitating at some points. It takes Steve a moment that he's waiting for a reaction from him, some sort of signal.

"It's ok, man," Steve tries. He slowly steps a little closer. "Eddie?"

He slowly holds a hand out, palm up. He glances from Steve to his hand, giving him a pleading look until, uncertainly, Steve takes his hand.

Eddie gently tugs him over to the big pile of blankets and duvets, pulling Steve so hes stood in a specific spot. He pushes Steve before he can ask, sending him into the pile. There covers are thick and piled high enough that his landing is soft.

Eddie chirps a little anxiously when Steve yelps though. Gently and nervously touches his arm, relaxing when Steve huffs a little laugh.

"Could've asked, man," Steve complains. He frowns when Eddie shuffles away, crouching in the doorway. "Uh... what are you doing? Eddie? Do you even understand me?"

Eddie turns to glance at him, frowning when he sees Steve sat upright. He makes some more chirping noises at him.

"Come on, Eds, give me something to work with."

Eddie bounces up, looking like he's had an idea. He disappears around the corner for a moment, something creaking then banging. Eddie comes back in a second later looking pleased.

He gently pushes Steve onto his back, shuffling around before laying down too. He manhandles Steve onto his side, curling up behind him, arms curling around his waist and shifting so he can cocoon them both in his wings.

Steve stays frozen for a moment. But Eddie nuzzles into his neck, chirping quietly. He gently rubs circles on Steve's arm, clearly trying to be comforting.

It's comfortable though. Warm. It feels safe too, hidden away. And, whilst Eddie doesn't seem able to talk, he seems happy to listen. Does little things, makes little noises, doing his best to encourage Steve to keep talking.

It's almost easy, a couple hours later, to fall asleep.

He's confused when he wakes up slowly, feeling warm and comfortable. None of the usual exhaustion or nightmares. He feels safe.

Arms tighten on his waist, body trying to press closer even though they are already fully pressed up to Steves back. A sleepy snuffle, a yawn.

Steve turns, slowly and carefully. He's still half asleep, which is probably the only reason he doesn't yell or anything. It takes him a moment, still half asleep, to remember the previous night.

"Eddie?" Steve mumbles, rubbing at one of his eyes.

Eddie blinks awake slowly, smiles small and soft when he sees Steve.

Steve laughs a little. "Yeah, it's good to see you too."

Eddie grins, leaning forward to press their foreheads together for a moment. He looks pleased, fingers coming up to brush the pink in Steve's cheek.

He grimaces a moment later, face scrunching up in pain.

"Eddie?! What is it? What do you need? Eddie? Shit, can you... show me or something?"

He chirps quietly, a little sad. He gently grabs Steve's hand, pulls Steve's wrist to his mouth. He's trying to say something, but Steve can't quite figure out what exactly. He's giving Steve a look that tells him that, whatever it is, it's important.

"Uh... yeah? Ok?"

Eddie chirps again, a little apologetic. He shifts so his mouth hovers at the back of his forearm, away from his veins. Then, he bites.

Steve hisses at the pinch, instinctively trying to pull away, but Eddie holds tight. He only takes a few sips of his blood before pulling back, rubbing the spit into the bite almost absentmindedly.

He looks a little dazed, confused, blinking slowly. He looks up after a moment, frowning. "Steve?"

[didoublez]

Rewired, Part 1

I didn’t believe in vampires, until I had sex with one that is. Yes, I know how cracked out I sound and if I were you I wouldn’t believe me either, but I know what I felt and I know that I wasn’t dreaming, even if I was a bit out of it. You see, I know the difference between reality and fiction. No matter how much I try to convince myself, the bottom line is that my body hasn’t been the same since my encounter with Jay When I say Jay, I’m going to assume that you know that I’m talking about Jay Park. Sometimes, mostly outside of the States, he’s called Park Jaebeom. Eh, I call him Jay because that’s what I’m comfortable with. Anyway, after about a month of convincing, my roommate and I convinced our parents to let us fly up north to a Jay concert and a mini summer vacation. They got us a hotel in Baltimore, added a ridiculous amount of money to our bank accounts, and let us do whatever we wanted as long as we promised we wouldn’t get in trouble. The concert wasn’t for a few days after we got to B-more, so we spent a couple days doing tourist stuff. We went through the aquarium, hunted down the Ace of Cakes shop, and ate sinfully good pasta and Black Out cake at the Cheesecake Factory. We went over to Annapolis and walked around downtown and hit up a couple of the monuments in DC. Finally, it was the day of the concert and we headed to the venue early, determined to get as close to Jay as was humanly possible. There were maybe twenty people in line ahead of us, but they looked like lightweights that we could easily push through. We took turns going to the bathroom, or grabbing something to eat, and even knocking out for a little while until the security team started letting people in. Like I said, it was easy to push our way to the front and it helps that my home girl can move grown men out the way when she’s determined enough to get somewhere. We danced and jumped around for the opening acts, excitement building as time grew ever closer for Jay to come on stage. The announcer couldn’t even say Jay’s name before the venue exploded in applause and screaming, which only increased when the man himself came on stage. I fell for him right then and there. He wasn’t overly costumed, although I kind of knew he wouldn’t be because he’s not really the flashy type. Simple, sophisticated swag-a black V-neck short sleeve shirt that showed off his glorious tattoos and dark jeans slung low on his hips with just a hint of his black and red boxers showing. Perfection is the word that comes to mind. He opened his mouth and I swear I felt like I was listening to Heaven’s angels. I had a quick conversation with God, thanking him for blessing us with this gorgeous, talented specimen of a man and apologizing for all the dirty things I was going to be thinking about said gorgeous, talented man. After saying “Amen” in my head, I turned back to the performance. I caught Jay’s eye whenever he came near our side of the stage. I vowed to never wash my hand when he touched it. I was completely mesmerized and I made sure to burn every moment of the night into my brain so that when I got old I was sure that the only two things I would absolutely never forget would be my name and seeing Jay Park live. Being Jay Motherfucking Park, there was a surprise for us half way through the show. A chair was brought out to the middle of the stage and while he took a moment to catch his breath, he asked for a volunteer from the audience. My arm shot towards him before he got the sentence all the way out his mouth and my roommate and I vied for his attention while he chuckled at all us screaming fangirls. Finally, he got up and after a little bit of teasing he picked. You know he picked me, right? I mean, there wouldn’t be much of a story here if he hadn’t. Anyway, I made my way up to the stage and sat in the chair. “What’s your name?” “Harley,” I answered. He gave me a half-smile and I thought he was going to make a Joker reference but he didn’t. “Harley, have you heard my new mixtape?” “Of course,” I said. “Who hasn’t?” A cheer went up from the crowd at my reply. I grinned at Jay who was grinning back at me. “So, you know this song, right?” The music started playing and my eyes widened when he started to sing directly at me. Yeah Oooo Check it out Let me come on over I'm gonna put you on a sofa And do just like I told yah And work that body right Oo shawty I know that you've been naughty So get up on my lap And work it work it Twerk it oh twerk it He did a little body wave at every ‘work it’ and ‘twerk it.’ He walked to the front of the stage and sang before coming back to me. He pulled his shirt off amidst thunderous cheers and handed it to me while continuing the song. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he worked the stage and my hormones to the max. In the room in the bed, We do what we do In the shower for hours, We do what we do On the sofa on the floor, We do what we do Girl anywhere you want, Girl we do what we do At the end of the song he came up to me in my seat and took my hand, kissing the back of it. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle when I was able to think straight and after giving him back his shirt (I was made to. Please know that it wasn’t willingly), he gave me a brilliant smile before I went back to my place. When the next song was about to start I realized that he’d slipped a piece of paper into my hand. There wasn’t much on it, just a name and a number, but I immediately recognized it for what it was. I stuffed the invitation to his room into my bra and went back to enjoying the show. My feet hurt, my throat was raw, and my head was pounding but I hadn’t felt more energized in my life. That boy put on an amazing show. I pulled my friend to the side while we waited for a taxi and showed her my note. She immediately told me to go, noting that I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t. I was glad that she talked me into it, because although I knew it was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I was still a little hesitant. Not that I was doubting Jay, but I knew I could have ended up on First 48, or on the back of someone’s milk carton. Even though it was late, we both left messages for our parents telling them that we’d call them later, that we’d had an amazing time at the show and we were heading back to the hotel to go to bed. It technically wasn’t a lie. Jay just happened to have been staying in the same hotel as we were, I just wasn’t going to bed just yet. I knew that it would probably take a while before Jay got back, so the two of us went to our room and showered. My roommate threw on her pajamas and fought to stay awake with me as I tried to find something cute and sexy, but not hoe-ish to wear to Jay’s room. I finally decided on something, changed, and waited another thirty minutes before heading to room 420. I stood in front of the door for a while trying to get my nerves together. I realized I was never going to not be nervous, so I raised my fist to knock on the door, only to have it open before I could actually touch it. I took a deep breath and walked into the room. There was music playing and Jay was standing right there waiting to close the door behind me. He welcomed me into the room and I followed him through the suite. We stopped in a living room area and I saw two glasses chilling in a bucket of ice and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. “So you just knew I was going to show up?” I joked. “Nah, I'm not that cocky, but I was hoping you would. Help yourself.” “Thanks, but I don’t drink and I’m allergic to strawberries.” “That’s no problem. You can have whatever you want.” “To be honest, I’m too nervous for anything extra.” I don’t know what possessed me to be so honest with him. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled at my confession. I felt compelled to tell him whatever he wanted to know. I wanted to do whatever he asked me to. I shook my head, amazed and a little scared by how intense things had gotten from just one little sentence. “You don’t have to be afraid. I don’t bite…much.” “That was so corny,” I burst out. “It’s the truth,” he said. He sat down and motioned for me to sit on his lap. For a moment I hesitated, but I heard my roommate threatening me in my head so I walked forward with confidence I didn’t know I had. “See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” he asked. No, it’s not bad at all, especially if what I’m imagining is actually about to go down I thought. Jay chuckled. “We can do all that and more. I’m yours until the sun comes up.” My head snapped back to get a better look at him. I was pretty sure that I hadn’t said that out loud but he’d answered anyway. What the actual hell is going on right now? “Your fantasies are about to come true,” he answered my unspoken thought. I tried to get up, but he had my waist in a vice grip and I couldn’t escape. “There’s no turning back,” he told me. He smiled and his canines glistened in the light, pearly white and unnaturally sharp. It was shocking, but somehow I wasn’t as nervous as I was before. Jay raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s wrong with you?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. I was a little bit offended. I mean, he was calling me abnormal on the downlow. “I just showed you my fangs and you didn’t scream or curse, call a holy name, start praying…your heart rate didn’t even accelerate. This isn’t the kind of reaction I was expecting.” I shrugged. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m not scared.” As I spoke I realized it was kind of true. It was more hot than anything and I guess that says more about me than it does about him but whatever. “I’m curious. If you expected me to go running and screaming why did you call me here?” It was Jay’s turn to shrug. “I felt drawn to you since the concert. I could feel you in the crowd if that makes sense. I had to have you.” “And if I hadn’t shown up here?” He gave me a cocky half-smile. “There was no doubt that you wouldn’t be here.” “I thought you said you weren’t cocky.” “I said I wasn’t that cocky. There’s a difference.” “Shut up and kiss me,” I told him. I bent my head towards him and he met me halfway. I moaned when our lips connected, the feeling more intense than I thought should have been possible. He had me melting with just a kiss and I was damn curious to see what the rest of night was going to bring if just a kiss had me feeling like this. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” he said breaking away from me. I got up and then followed him to the bedroom. He looked at me and winked and suddenly I was standing naked in the middle of the room. I can’t say that it wasn’t a cool effect as I watched the same thing happen to him. I had a hard time not looking down, especially when I could see his eyes darkening right in front of me. I looked down and swallowed hard. I was definitely in for something tonight. “There’s no going back you know,” he said. “And once we do this, your life is going to change forever.” “Ha!” I scoffed. “You sound like one of my romance novels. What are you trying to say? I’m going to have sex with a vampire and turn into some kind of sex junkie? Am I going to get bitten and be magically allergic to the sun for the next few days or something?” “It’s not that, it’s just that…no one else is going to be able to make you feel the way I’ll make you feel tonight.” “I don’t believe you.” “I know you don’t. You’ll believe me soon enough.” He pulled me into him and we landed on the bed. I sank into the soft mattress while he climbed on top of me. We kissed again, more feral than the last time, and I felt him nipping at my bottom lip. He pulled away and looked down at me. It felt as though his gaze was going straight to my soul. I shivered uncontrollably. “It begins now,” he said cryptically. I wanted to ask what he was talking about but my voice was caught in my throat. He lowered his head and placed his lips against my temple until it felt hot. He pecked a small trail down to where my jaw hinged and waited until it heated there too. I was confused and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what was going on. He continued the process down to the pulse point in my neck, licking and sucking there until I arched off the bed. Instead of going where I thought he would, he kissed down my arm Gomez Addams style, placing a wet kiss against my brachial artery. I felt like every place he went to was on fire. He made his way down my body, between my legs, but turned instead to nip at my femoral artery. “What are you doing to me?” I managed to say. “I’m rewiring your system,” he said simply. I could feel his breath against my core and I moved my hips forward just a little, trying to entice him. “What does that mean exactly?” “Just what I said earlier-you’re never going to feel this way with anyone else.” He punctuated his statement by pushing his tongue deep inside me. I can’t even tell you what kind of sound came out of my mouth because I don’t know either. Jay laughed at my reaction, then went back to devouring me until I was begging him to just stop and let me breathe. “Don’t tell me you can’t hang,” he said, sitting up and looking at me. I tried to glare at him, but it was taking most of my energy to get my breathing back to normal. “I can hang. I just-I just need a minute,” I said. I sounded lame to myself so I can’t imagine how I sounded to Jay. “It’s only going to get better from here.” He positioned himself above me, his thick arousal pulsing against my thigh, the head of it rubbing teasingly against my entrance. I whimpered, begging without words for him to just fuck me into oblivion. He must have read my mind because he laughed and pushed into me. “Shit…” I said as he sank into me. It was like we were made for each other, the way he slid in. I could feel myself tightening around him and I don’t remember ever having sex feel that good. I bit my lip as I got used to him and then nodded when I was ready. He pulled all the way out and then half way in, again and again and it did nothing but tease me. I started crying and cursing, trying to get him to go harder or faster but he ignored me and kept doing his own thing. I stopped fighting it and he rewarded me by pushing in to the hilt. “Jay…faster, please,” I begged and for once he obliged. His pace increased and so did my moans. Not only was he hitting every spot I owned but I could already feel the tell-tale signs of an orgasm building up behind my bellybutton. “You know it’s not going to be that easy,” Jay panted out. Before I knew what was happening, the feeling was gone. I didn’t know what to do with myself but I watched as Jay put his hand to my pelvis, never stopping moving within me, and an orange dot appeared on my skin. It was intriguing and I didn’t know what to make of it, but I chalked it up to the magic of Jay Park and his awesome vampire skills Without warning I was flipped over so that I had to catch myself on my elbows. Jay’s hands went around my waist and I was pulled into him repeatedly. I felt like a shish-kabob, just being speared by him. Every piece of me, from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet, was pulsing with desire and the need to release. I was begging again although I’m not quite sure what I wanted anymore. “You ready?” Jay said in my ear. I nodded, still unsure of what was happening. His right hand went under me to the spot that had come up before. I could feel my womb heating up and then I was seeing stars and the moon as I came so hard I couldn’t even speak. My body felt like it was tingling all over and I was vaguely aware of Jay calling out my name and collapsing on top of me before I blacked out. When I came to, Jay was laying beside me with that smirk I’d come to love. “What just happened?” I asked hoarsely. “I marked you,” he said. “Meaning…?” He chuckled. “You’ll find out soon enough. You should get back to your room now.” I was still slightly out of it, but he made my clothes reappear and I took it as a sign he was serious so I left without another word. I let myself into my hotel room and went back to sleep. It wasn’t until sometime after noon when my roommate woke me up. “So…how was it?” I opened my mouth then closed it again. I wasn’t sure how much I should tell her, but I knew I damn sure couldn’t say anything about the whole vampire thing. I wasn’t exactly sure that part was real either. “It was…amazing, spectacular, mind-blowing…do I need to keep going? The boy can put down.” “Come on, tell me details!” “I can’t do that,” I said. “I don’t kiss and tell.” “Then skip the kissing part.” I glared at her and refused to say anything about it. We spent the day in the room because I really wasn’t up to walking around. Sometime that evening, someone knocked on the door and my roommate came back with a note for me. Thanks for last night. Yes, everything you think happened did, including all the supernatural stuff. It’s a perk of being like me. I didn’t mean to wear you out so much. Yes, I know what you’re thinking even if we’re not near each other. Like I said, I rewired your system. You can’t shake me, no matter what. No one else will ever be able to make you feel like I did. You’re mine now- Jay I didn’t know what to make of it, but I tucked the note into my journal and didn’t think about it for the rest of my trip. So, you’re probably wondering what I meant in the beginning about my body being different since my Jay encounter. Let me explain about that now. About two or three months later, I hooked up with an old boyfriend. We were both single and horny and we ended up having sex. I remember him being kind of good, and while he was slobbering all over himself, I couldn’t even enjoy it. I was trying to figure out was wrong with me and I chalked it up to maybe I was just not into him like that anymore. I had an idea, and after a bit of whore-ish behavior my conclusion was that Jay really was a vampire. He’d rewired my system to respond only to him in sexual situations. I still wasn’t sure, so I turned to the internet. I swear you can find anything with a little bit of time, patience and inprivate browsing. My suspicions were confirmed and I groaned in frustration. How could he do this to me? Not that he isn’t fucking gorgeous but to make it to where I couldn’t get off without him…that was just cruel. As if a gift was being sent from whatever saint listens to sexually frustrated females, my message alert when off and in my email was a complimentary ticket to the next Jay show, with airfare and hotel included. At the end of the message, after the small print were the words: I told you, you can’t shake me. I’m the only one you’ll need. I marked you. You are mine. Yes Jay, I thought, I’m yours.

[princessyuwa]

Bye-bye Chaol, Hello Prince Sartaq

For @saintnesryn 🥰

Here's the link to the prologue.

Chapter 1

A day after the fallout with Chaol, Nesryn decides to take up Lysandra's offer to tag along in one of her night classes so she can meet up with Sartaq.

"You can just wait in the library in the mean time." Lysandra tells her with a wave of her hand, but a few moments later she faces Nesryn with green eyes widened with worry.

"Do you think you'll be safe here without me?" As there will be purebred vampires also in the library, and even if there is a strict rule on not feeding on fellow human students' blood, Lysandra still felt weary leaving her alone.

"I'll be fine Lyssie." Nesryn gives her a reassuring smile, and later shows her possession of mild holy water in a perfume bottle to her.

"If anyone makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable, do not hesitate to find solace in The Thirteen's Safe Lounge and then later I promise to beat their asses."

"Get to class Lyssie." Nesryn playfully shoves her to the history building as she herself heads to the ornate Glass Castle University Library to read the assigned chapters from her parapsychology textbook for this week.

About three hours later...

"Hello Nesryn Faliq." She slaps her textbook shut, and on sheer instinct stands up with her holy water perfume pointed towards whoever just spoke in her vicinity.

Only to come face to face with Sartaq Khan looking at her with amusement, and boy did he look even more handsome in close proximity.

'Focus Faliq!'

"Where's Lysandra?" She quickly searches for her dhampir friend, only to find her standing outside happily chatting with who she guessed would be her friend Borte Khan.

"Relax Faliq, I won't bite." He gives her a reassuring smile while taking a few steps back to make her feel comfortable and also appear non-threatening.

"Ennar gave me the status of your situation of your um...breakup with Westfall, and interestingly enough you're in need of a date for this Friday's ball." His expression turning playfully sly, giving Nesryn butterflies in her belly.

"I would very much be honored if you would be my date for this upcoming ball and," Oh no, she was beginning to feel warmth on her cheeks "and I would also enjoy getting acquainted beyond this situation of convenience for myself."

She could've sworn she saw a hint of surprise in his eyes widening for a sec before returning back to playful.

"Your offer comforts me Nesryn Faliq." This time he gives a real smile, she never imagined a handsome vampire prince smiling at her with no hint of threat.

And before she knew what was happening he takes out a sticky note and sees him write his number on it before delicately handing it to her.

"Text or call me when you reach home safely." He thoughtfully looks at her being on guard before he notices Borte and Lysandra coming inside to meet them.

"I figured all went well brother." Borte brings an arm around her hearth brother's thick neck.

"It did." Nesryn abruptly replies and then shyly averts her gaze from him, and to Borte's surprise, notices a hint of a blush growing on her hearth brother's face.

"Well that's great to hear Nes!" Lysandra hugs her by the side.

...

After heading back to their flat, Nesryn quickly adds Sartaq's number on her phone and labeling his caller ID as "Vampire Prince", cheesy but it definitely suited him, so she believed.

Hello Sartaq,

This is Nesryn, just wanna let you know that we both reached home safely. If you want we can meet up tomorrow at dusk and get more acquainted. Whatever suits you best.

In less than a minute, she hears a beep from her phone, surprised that he'd answer so quickly, unlike Chaol who often ghosted her.

She knew that the message he sent her will keep her up all night.

Of course my dear let's meet at Blackbeak Cafe.

Be sure to be to be there by 6 ;)

[pjisskullourful]

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[staghunters]

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[festival-of-pudding]

I don’t usually do end-of-year memes, but this year I’m just so stoked to be writing again that I had to recap. \:D/

fics posted this year: 10 (!) all Buddie, all in 2 months (!!)

Oct 5 - Descansar (3x03 coda: h/c, pining, pre-slash)

Oct 11 - The Skip (h/c, pining, love confession)

Oct 13 - All Better (fluffy ficlet for Fin, pre-slash)

Oct 18 - Blood Milk and Sky (Halloween: vampire Eddie)

Oct 20 - Tongue-Tied (Halloween: truth spell, first kiss, humor)

Oct 25 - Boy Wonder (Halloween: costumes, humor, genfic)

Oct 28 - Mirror Mirror (Halloween: ghosts, UST, pre-slash)

Nov 1 - I Will Remember You (genfic, firefam, bittersweet)

Nov 8 - untitled (1st pr0n attempt: sleepy Eddie)

Nov 16 - Double Time (2nd pr0n attempt: slutty Buck)

WIPs started/worked on: 6 3 weewoo (1 Bathena, 2 Buddie); 2 Rhink AUs, and my novel

best story For technical merit it's gotta be I Will Remember You. It’s meaningful, it sprung fully-formed from my head, I’m really fond of it. I just thought the firefam needed some healing ❤

most fun to write The Skip is a close second, but I have to go with Tongue-Tied. I loved writing that dialogue. You know you got a good one when you're making yourself giggle. <3

hardest to write Probably Blood Milk and Sky, b/c I was nervous doing vampfic as a stranger in a new fandom. Character voice is extremely important to me, and it can be tricky getting the vampire version of someone right - that's part of why I like it, honestly.

most popular The Skip, by far. Apparently Buddie fans really like chaste dorky pining 😍

least popular I wish more ppl had seen I Will Remember You, but it’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

writing goals for the new year Life has taught me not to make goals or resolutions. I prefer the term "intention", and I only have one for 2022: to apply the advice I give other people to myself. Write what you want, how you want, when you want, in any way you want. Cultivate your own joy first, and other people can't help but feel it too. 💚

[galateagalvanized]

Pairing: Cody/Obi-Wan Tags: Vampires, Consensual blood drinking, SENSUAL blood drinking, overly sensual and consensual blood drinking honestly Rating: E Summary: “You want me to drink from you again,” Obi-Wan says, and he keeps his words free of any emotion but certainty.

There’s no point in denying it. “Yes.”

A/N: I added a PWP sequel to my vampfic! I felt a little too much guilt over leaving Cody high and dry in Ch. 1 ;)