#vampire!george

[altaneenarts]

Chapter 3 snippet 🩸 for @wolflyndraws and I’s collab :)

Also, I realized that I never clarified lol but the au is still in the works. Me and wolfy decided we’d like to wait until the fic is finished before we start posting it. As for the estimated length, I’d put it at 50k+ words rn. Even tho it’ll take longer to write, you guys will get a much more thorough story and juicier scenes hehe. Good things come to those who wait.

If anyone has any questions about the au, feel free to ask us :D we love to chat about it! 💙

[roniisghost]

Because it's spoopy month

[dnfao3tags]

Any vampire!george and werewolf!dream fics?

hope you had a spooky halloween!

— Flowing Blood by blazeborn (expl. | comp. | 7k)

Vampire!George has to tutor Werewolf!Dream as per teacher's request, however studying is not at all what they end up doing when they're left alone in Dream's room....

— if we left it at silver, i think i'd die (for more than one reason) by good_vibes_mostly (teen | comp. | 3k)

Despite being a vampire, for George, living in the house of his werewolf best friend couldn't be better. Well, except for maybe one thing.

— Everythings Growing In Our Garden by realfriends (expl. | comp. | 8k)

Dream and George have been together for years, and the desire to be together forever doesn't get easier.

— Something Set Free by ivegivenuponyou (expl. | comp. | 7k)

There’s a distinct smell to Dream’s blood, something rich and thick. Wolf blood.

[tarragonthedragon]

ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh

when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack

and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that

"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop

she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.

"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."

[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]

"no she didn't," C says

I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flicker inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."

[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]

"I never did before and she never followed me home!"

"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.

C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.

fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.

they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.

I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.

when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.

[colmiillo]

"I notice i start getting nauseous in the morning and my period is a week late"

Girl i need to fantasies with a hot man that i don't have a chance on, not with a baby,please kill that thing

[feketeribizli]

unassuming 🩸🕊

[hairmetal666]

Eddie survived the Upside Down. The bats. Vecna. And after the hospital, the town recovery, the shady government agencies clearing his name, after all of that, he has the best year and a half of his life. A lot of it is due to Steve and Robin. Well. The whole group of them, really, but Harrington and Buckley specifically.

Except that, you know, he survived extra-dimensional horrors and now he's going to die anyway, brought down in his prime by his devastating crush on Steve Harrington.

It's a stupid way to meet his end. Even worse than going at the hands of a demented telepathic wizard named after a DnD monster. Though...it's not like he didn't see the crush coming a mile away. Eddie may not have any practical experience in matters of the heart, but he knows he likes a pretty boy and Steve is the prettiest of them all.

There is no dimension where his feelings are requited, so he flirts and he pines, and knows it means nothing when Steve matches him quip for quip, touch for touch. He keeps getting himself in these situations where he thinks--maybe--but Steve is straight, constantly goes out with pretty, bubbly girls.

The pining may kill him, but he's determined to leave this world with a little bit of grace.

Until Steve's Halloween party.

It's a whole thing. All the kids, the rest of their own group of young adults, plus the Hellfire Boys, and the actual adults. It's a weird mix, but Eddie figures that, well. It's a family thing.

Halloween is his favorite holiday, one he plans for all year, but this year he decides to take it easy, electing to do a take on the vampire gang from The Lost Boys. The party is in full swing when they walk in, Wayne quickly spotting Hopper and making his way to the kitchen, but Eddie doesn't see Steve in the chaos of kids and Jonathan and Argyle's dual Frankensteins.

He grabs a beer from Robin who keeps giving him this look all knowing and sparkling and he doesn't understand it, not until he hears delighted laughter and shouts in the main room.

Buckley squeezes past him, and he takes the moment alone to close his eyes, brace for whatever fresh, unwitting, torture Steve has in store for him tonight.

He steps into the living room and time freezes.

Steve's in the shortest shorts Eddie's ever seen, thick, muscular, bitable thighs on full display. He's wearing a pink sweatshirt, neon fingerless gloves that very distantly Eddie recognizes as belonging to El, and gold hoop earrings in both ears.

Eddie has to sit down.

Wham! Isn't his kind of music, and he finds George Michael grating because of it, but--he's seen men dressed like that in magazines he steals from bookstores in Indianapolis, had wondered if George Michael was gay too. And now here Steve is, looking like a fantasy ripped direct from Eddie's brain.

Before he can make an escape, someone turns on the Monster Mash. The two Frankenstein's lurch into the room and start dancing. The rest of them are quick to follow, even Wayne and Hopper, after some light cajoling from Joyce, Max, and El.

It's silly fun, the perfect way for Eddie to forget about Steve and the way his ass looked in those shorts. They dance and goof around, and Thriller comes on, so they all try to do the dance, him and Nancy laughing until their stomachs hurt with their stiff-limbed moves.

The song switches to Material Girl, making El and Max screech, and the next thing he knows, Steve is in front of him, shimmying along. It's the closest they've been all night and now Eddie can see the faint eyeliner smudged along Steve's lash line. Something low and hot tightens in his core.

Steve grabs his shoulders, pulls Eddie closer. "C'mon, Munson, even you have to dance to Madonna!"

He laughs through his breathlessness, can't believe he and Steve are dancing together, not with Steve looking like that, somehow innocent, sexy, and ripe all at once.

Their eyes meet and Steve smiles all slow and dangerous, knotting up Eddie's stomach with a wild kind of anticipation. He doesn't have time to stop himself feeling it, can only give himself over to the shrinking distance between their bodies, the way Steve is warm and muscular against him.

Eddie's not hearing the music anymore, unaware of all their friends dancing close by. He's hypnotized by the dark heat in Steve's hazel eyes, lets himself clutch at Steve's hip, drag their bodies together. He feels Steve's breath escape in a quick burst, and it's a crash of cold water.

He disentangles himself, rushes out the patio doors. The night air is bracing as it chills his heated skin, his burning lungs. He takes a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it with a shaking hand.

That was too much. He let himself feel too much; want too much. Got swept away by Steve in makeup and earrings and tiny shorts. On the street, he hears children laughing, music thumping from a passing car, tries to get lost in that instead of his embarrassment. It makes him miss the slide of the patio door opening again. Doesn't realize he's not alone until he hears Steve say, "Eddie? You okay?"

He nods, but doesn't turn. "Just needed some air." He lifts the smoldering embers of his cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out.

Steve stands close enough that their shoulders bump. Eddie forces himself not to flinch away. "What are you doing out here? You'll freeze." It's not all a deflection.

"I'm fine," Steve says. "Sweatshirt." He wiggles the sleeve in Eddie's face.

"Yeah, but your legs, man. C'mon." He pulls his jacket off his shoulders. "At least cover them up a little."

Steve gives him an annoyed smile, but takes the jacket, trying to settle the leather around his legs. It's kind of a losing battle, but it makes them both laugh.

"I'm sorry," Steve says. "For back there. I shouldn't have pushed."

"Pushed?" Eddie feels like he missed a couple of stairs on his way down. "You didn't--"

Steve runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I did, Eddie. And Robin said," he sighs. "Robin said to just talk to you but I'm shit with words, so."

"So?" He faces Steve now, completely perplexed about where this is going. "I'm the one who pushed too far."

"Of course you didn't." Steve laughs a little. "I wanted to dance with you. I wanted to be close to you."

Eddie takes a step back, nervous smile on his face. "Is this some kind of weird joke?"

"What? No! Why would it be? I'm trying to say that I like you, man."

"Wha--But you're--"

"Don't--don't say popular or a jock or any of that. I'm--you know who I am, Eddie, better than most people."

"I was going to say straight."

Steve stills, blinking. "I told you I was bisexual."

"You did not!" Eddie yelps.

"I did! After went to see The Lost Boys!" He grabs Eddie's leather jacket. "I said I thought Kiefer Sutherland was sexy!"

"I thought you were being hyperbolic!"

"I wore this for you!" Steve wiggles his naked calf in Eddie's face.

"I don't like even like Wham!"

"You stared at a picture of George Michael in this outfit in one of El's Teen Beats for fifteen minutes!"

"I did NOT!" Except now that Steve's said it, Eddie has a pretty good memory of doing that very thing. "Wait. You were trying to seduce me by dressing as George Michael?"

"Like you weren't doing the same with the whole hot vampire biker thing?"

"I didn't expect it to work!"

He doesn't--will never--know who closes the distance first, but they crash together in a clash of mouths and teeth and noses. Steve's hands fist into Eddie's t-shirt, Eddie yanking at Steve's belt loops, until nothing separates them.

The kiss breaks as Steve mouths along his jaw, down his neck, and Eddie's fucking helpless at the turn of events. Never in his wildest fantasies--

"Stay tonight?" Steve asks, voice muffled against Eddie's skin.

"Are you kidding, sweetheart? I'm going to tear these shorts off with my teeth."

[zketylers]

“I could live forever, but I don't want to breathe another second. If I can't remember what it feels to love you.”

30 DAYS OF NIGHT (2007) dir. David Slade

[dollielament]

Mi Gente 🎉🎉🎉

also I forgot to do Capricorn and Aquarius, I’ll do them soon :’3

Characters Listed:

Ukyo - Amnesia

Roy Invida - Court of Darkness

Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Ikemen Sengoku

Knight - Court of Darkness

Johann Georg Faust - Ikemen Vampire

Keith Howell - Ikemen Prince

Loki Genetta - Ikemen Revolution

Marcel - Angelique

Azul Ashengrotto - Twisted Wonderland

Rafayel - Love and Deepspace

Kei Okazaki - Collar x Malice

Victor - Ikemen Villains

Sebek Zigvolt - Twisted Wonderland

Jin Grandet - Ikemen Prince

Beelzebub - Obey Me

Belphegor - Obey Me

Yoosung Kim - Mystic Messenger

Keiji Maeda - Ikemen Sengoku

Laito Sakamaki - Diabolik Lovers

[cronennerd]

John Amplas in Martin (1977). dir. George A. Romero

[altaneenarts]

🩸 Hamartophobia (vampire/priest AU) snippet

Another preview of me and @wolflyndraws collab :))

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George sees his fear, a light sparking in his retinas at the recognition. “You promised me blood, priest,” the creature states with hungry eyes. Dream swallows, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. Indeed he had, and every nerve in his body is telling him it was a mistake.

“I did,” Dream responds tightly. The vampire skulks closer and Dream instinctively pulls back. George stops, eyes roving again.

George blinks calmly, watching the sweat drip from his neck. “I swear on my life that you will live.”

Dream clutches his book closer to his chest. “I don’t believe you.” He sounds small.

George huffs, “Then why did you agree to this? You think I haven’t also risked my life coming here—more so than you, actually.”

“I…” His heart is thudding in his chest.

The vampire raises his hand, slowly, like a stranger to a stray. “The bite on your neck. It’s healed well.” Dream automatically covers the scarring skin protectively. “I will be clean. I will be gentle this time.” His voice grows quiet, placid, and it’s so different from what Dream knew. “Give me your arm,” he says softly, palm raised. The curve of his nails and fingers look angelic in the moon’s glow, a lovely distraction from the death they could bring. “Put the book down, Dream. It will be alright.” Dream watches red among the white marble of stone and somehow believes him. It felt so wrong to be soothed by such a vile tongue.

But vampires were born to be charming. They were born to lie. This was a ruse and it was the risk Dream was willing to take.

“Okay,” he forces out. The priest lays the book on the floor and quietly rolls up the sleeve of his left arm. George holds his palm up further, not reaching but waiting. Dream takes a deep breath, fingers trembling, and rests his arm in the vampire’s hold.

George visibly deflates, shoulders relaxing as he carefully moves further forward, his other hand sliding to rest atop Dream’s forearm. Dream shivers at the cold touch.

“Relax, father.” The creature’s breath skims his skin. “You’re too good to waste.” Dream holds his breath. George lowers down to his arm, gripping firmly with both hands. “This may sting.” His mouth opens, pink lips framing white teeth and sinks down.

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[acrosstheeuniv3rse]

geo is so cute

[stark-lord]

Repression Remix: Vol. 1

[smuttyazrael]

Masterlist (18 plus all Smut)

About me

Harry Potter

T or D

T or D rules

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

After the game

The day after

A few days later

Professor!Remus x Student!Reader (Essays an excuse)

Part 2

Professor Snape x Reader (Pregnancy kink)

Stepbro! Draco Malfoy X Reader (The Summer Parade)

Brother! James Potter X Sirius Black X reader. (Loving Jamie)

Stepbro!Sirius x reader (Russian Roulette) Part 2

Remus Lupin x reader (Ddlg, fluff, no smut.)

Sirius Solo

On the Run

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Wolfy Problem

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Twilight

Wolves 10

Explanation

The Diner

Field Trip

Quils Day Out

Detention

Class is in session (Seth x reader x Sam)

Sam loving Part 2

First Wolf Baby

Stepbro!Paul Lahote

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Vampire Academy

Dimitri x innocent!reader

Venom

Venom and Eddie on the bike.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

More supernatural!poly!plastics x supernatural!reader? Pleas😁

Tag, you're It!

|| vampire!poly!plastics x werewolf!reader

|| Warnings; mentions of being overwhelmed, fluffy, no gender reader, short drabble

|| Summary; when it's outdoor gym, reader gets the girls into a game of tag.

Requests open!

Started; February 21st

Finished; February 21st

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School was the absolute worst. For both you and your girlfriends (who much preferred to be asleep during the day). Whereas school for you was bad because there were too many overwhelming scents, sounds, etc. Anything and everything could set you off at a moment's notice. So, your girls tended to keep a close eye on you. Just in case.

It was gym class, Mr. Carr decided to have everyone outside for gym today. For your girlfriends, that would have been a problem. But Regina had gotten them all sun rings that prevented the sun from being an issue. As for you, you were thrilled. Outdoor gym was probably your favourite time of day. Outdoor anything, really.

You were just a ball of energy, bouncing around your girlfriends. Regina gave you an irritated look," will you stop that?"

"No- tag, you're it!" You gave Regina a tap and then bolted. Leaving the blonde flustered and confused from the sudden action.

Regina didn't chase you though, instead she turned to Karen and poked her," tag. Or whatever."

Karen beamed when she got tagged and immediately went for Gretchen, who smiled wide and started laughing while she ran away.

"No, no, no!" Gretchen said between giggles, Karen managed to get her. Both girls somehow tumbling to the ground in the process.

"Tag!" Karen cheered.

Regina rolled her eyes, arms folded across her chest. She thought the whole thing was childish. And maybe, just maybe a small part of her thought Gretchen and Karen were being adorable. But, she would never say that out loud!

You were now all the way at the other end of the school yard, looking back at your girlfriends to see if you were being chased. Pouting a little when you realized you weren't. Though, that pout was gone just as soon as it appeared when Gretchen got up. Realizing that she was now it when she started to chase after you.

Yeah, outdoor gym was your favourite. Especially the moments like these.

[bunny-jpeg]

hi, can i please order a profiteroles and a peanut butter bar with a side of a bloody mary for george russell? 🧛

bakery menu!!!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i'd love to hear from you, i love the orders i've gotten thank you to everyone who has submitted something!! i am very interested to do a vampire au, esp with the spooky season upon us!! <3

profiteroles: "come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go." + peanut butter bars: “scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.” + bloody mary: vampire au

cw: smut/pwp, vampire!george, gentle sex, human!reader, reference to blood & wounds, missionary position, praise

"what's that on your neck?" a friend asked while you were out to lunch. you made a face, knowing immediately what they were referring to. even with the make-up you applied, it still wasn't enough to cover the puncture holes and the bruising.

you simply covered your neck with a laugh, "oh c'mon, never seen a hickey before. and i thought you were the more experienced one." you tried to joke your way through an explanation.

your friend looked to your other friend on her right and raised her eyebrows. both women looked at each other for a moment before the first friend turned back to you, "alright then. next time i think you need a different shade."

you felt your cheeks grow hot, "thank you." you were going to kill your vampire boyfriend.

the first thing you noticed about george was those red eyes. you had never seen someone with red eyes. they pulled you in and rather than george being a master seducer, he was rather comfortable with making you laugh all evening until your face hurt from all the smiling.

you two quickly fell in love and the notion of him being a vampire didn't scare you off in any way. you thought it was cute when you saw his little fangs, you did feel bad that he had a habit of getting horribly sunburn.

"maybe it's because you're british." you said as you applied aloe vera on his shoulders after one afternoon at the beach. he held back a chuckle, you were a funny one.

he still loved to bite you, to taste the sweet crimson blood that coursed through your veins. he loved watching heat bloom in your face, he could feel the warmth even if he couldn't see the blush.

“scratch me, bite me, just mark me sweetheart. show them I’m yours.” he said one evening, the city was alive outside your apartment as your boyfriend's hand was up your skirt. he rested it on your thigh. like with entering a home that wasn't his, he needed to be allowed to touch closer to your heated core.

"is that because you make a mess of my neck?" you asked as you pinched him in the cheeks for a moment, "you want me to bite you in return?"

"it's only fair, isn't it?" he asked as his hand snaked a little further.

"how about you take me on a vacation. i've never been to rainy england, i'd love to see where you grew up."

"where i grew up is buried under new buildings or torn down. you know i've been alive for a long time." he kissed you on the cheek, "but you should come away with me. for a week, together. anywhere you want, we'll go. even england, but it'll look very different from when i was alive."

this man was supposed to be a monster, a creature of the night who ate up poor virgins. but he was gentle, kind. a compassionate lover. the years of being a vampire have made him kinder than most. he had seen beauty, but none quite like you.

so when you leaned in closer to kiss him on the cheek and said, "you can touch me, george." he was able to visibly relax a little. his large hand groped you behind while you were pulled to him and kissing him deeply.

your hands on the front of his shirt as the two of you kissed. you squirmed a little bit but he kept you close to him. his perfect girlfriend, most vampires were often possessive of human lovers. but, george loved you passionately. not with a level of possession. you weren't an item, you were his lover.

eventually you two ended up in the bedroom and george was more than happy to help you out of your clothes. even the little gold chain he gifted you. and you returned the favour, your delicate hands got the buttons of his shirt undone and his belt off. once he was naked along side you, he got you into bed. his hands took a hold of your face as he made you with you deeply. he watched you squirm a little and melt into his touch. you were beyond perfect, perfect in a way that he couldn't really put into words. you were a divine beauty who pulled him in.

"you have an ageless beauty." he smiled close to you, "the kind of beauty i am just simply drawn to." he rubbed up against you, "i'd say that it's the kind of face i've seen over so many lifetimes. but, i'd know if i had seen someone so beautiful before." he smiled at you.

he kissed the apple of your cheek and felt the heat under his lips. he was tempted, to taste such sweet warmth. he could only akin it to honey on a cold day, but he decided against it. he had already made enough of a mess to your pretty throat.

he laid you out on your back and admired the shape of your body. he licked his lips delicately, "more beautiful than midnight. stunning beyond words.' his words made you hot all over. he watched you squirm a little and he beamed.

"please, george. don't make me blush too much." you whined a little as he got his cock up against your slick cunt. he rubbed it a little to tease you, which only made you hotter.

he chuckled, "such a beautiful angel." he soon slid his cock into your achy cunt and watched your back arch a little. it was a beautiful sight, you looked divine under him.

"george." you whined.

he started to move at a comfortable pace. not hard, but faster that it made you feel hot all over. you felt the electricity in your body as he thrusted against you. his hands on your hips as he had a good hold on you.

"george." you said as you held over the covers under you. the comforting feeling of the blankets only added to the heat in your gut. you love the feeling of being so close to him. this wasn't how you imagined your life, making love to a vampire. but you'd never complain. not when the feeling of being with him was so intense.

"i love you." he said, after all this time on the earth. all this time, seeing so many sunrises and sunsets. so much of the planet. to be in bed with you was the more beautiful experience he could have. his kisses became hungrier, but not enough to sink his fangs into your lips. he didn't want to bruise such soft skin.

his pace picked up and he heard your muffled moans. it only encouraged him to keep going. he noticed how tightly you were holding onto the covers and really started to work your achy pussy. he loved the movements and sounds you made. they echoed in his mind as he shifted your hips a little to get at a better angle.

"i love you so much, george." you said with a tightness in your voice, you could feel the inferno in your stomach as he fucked you happily. the feeling of you two together was amazing.

"i love you more." he replied. you two would often 'argue' over who loved who more. but george knew you loved him. that you cared for him deeply. you were the personification of the humanity he had.

the pace became a little less focused and he groaned against you. he was chasing that high, the feeling of climax that made everything in him run painfully hot. you were perfect for him, beyond amazing. he loved you so much.

you held onto the covers tightly as he continued to move against you. you felt the thump of pleasure in the back of your mind as he moved against you. you whined and moaned as the pleasure washed over you. you tensed up against him and let out a loud moan.

you came with a sweet moan and it only spurred george on. he knew he was close to. his movements fast as he yearned for your sweet cunt. with a few more heavy thrusts he finished inside of you with a groan.

he looked at you, hands took a hold of yours as he held them down on the covers. he leaned in and gave you a searing kiss. the kind of kiss that made your stomach to a flip. you melted a little.

when he pulled away, he laid out beside you and rubbed your arm. he could feel the heat under your skin and relaxed at the feeling. it felt comforting, sweet almost. he said, "you're too good for me."

you giggled, "no way. you make me feel like a princess."

"why wouldn't i? you are a princess to me." he took your wrist and kissed it softly. even though he had a small urge to bite, but he wouldn't do it without your consent. so he would be content with the feeling of your pulse.

he looked at you and you looked at him. his red eyes called to you and soon you were kissing him once more. his eyes went wide for a moment before he closed them once more. he held you tightly. <3