#vampirexhuman

[save-the-villainous-cat]

I was rereading the hero x vampire heat season snippet you wrote and was wondering if you could do a similar one? Like a hero that is very shy and embarrassed about being attracted to villain, and maybe even really likes the villain's voice, and the villain teases and/or reassures them it's totally normal/okay?

No pressure at all, and regardless of whether you answer i hope you'll have a wonderful day! <3

“Did you know—” the villain’s lips were dangerously close to the hero’s burning ear “—I find your fangs adorable?”

The hero hadn’t expected a kidnapping to turn into this, to turn into a romantic conversation by the fireplace. It was cruel how sweet the villain could be. The hero had been nervous enough already when the villain had asked them kindly to get into the car.

Kindly with a gun pointing at them.

The hero had been shot before and they knew from experience that it wasn’t a particularly nice experience.

“Those fangs could rip out your throat,” the hero said. Slowly, the villain drew shapes with their index finger into the hero’s thigh. That was cruel, too. The villain knew they were sensitive, especially today.

“Wouldn’t that be wonderful?” the villain asked. “That way this spluttery mouth could finally shut up and find some peace…my colleagues hate how much I talk about you.”

“You’re mean,” the hero said. They could feel themselves slipping back into their desires. There was a line, a very fine line between control and instincts and somehow the villain managed to dance on that line with the hero perfectly.

That had its own perks. Sometimes, the hero welcomed the challenge. But not really today in particular. Some days were more manageable whereas on others the hero felt like a wild animal.

“You asked me to do this, don’t you remember?”

“I asked you to make sure I wouldn’t kill any people,” the hero said. “And that I wouldn’t go crazy.”

“And I’m doing that. This is called damage control, darling.” The villain leaned over and the hero could feel their soft breath on the hero’s neck. “I hope you like it.”

“Curse you,” the hero whispered. Instinctively, they cupped the villain’s jaw and pulled them close enough for their cheeks to touch. “You know what this does to me.”

“Poor hero,” they mused. The villain’s hand travelled down to the hero’s knee. “Tell me, dear. Is my heart beating fast?”

They took the hero’s hand and pressed it against their own chest.

It nearly broke the hero. Desiring someone was one thing. Being subdued to their own nature was humbling and embarrassing. It was something that plagued them regularly.

But being desired? Someone feeling the same things they did? Someone who was willing to treat them this well…?

The hero swallowed.

A while ago, some people they had trusted had treated them like an animal. They’d been imprisoned for being a vampire. Those people had promised them to keep others safe from them but it had been raw torture. And now, the villain let them walk around freely. They gave them delicious food and tasty drinks.

They spoiled them.

“Can you feel it? Can you tell how fast my heart is beating?” the villain asked. Their voice was deeper now, more alluring.

“You…”

“You want to bite, don’t you? Sink your teeth into my neck and suck…”

“I shouldn’t—”

“Why not?” the villain asked. Gently, they grabbed the hero’s hips and pulled them towards them until the hero was sitting on the villain’s lap. In response, the hero gasped softly and held onto the villain’s clothing. “Hm?”

“…I shouldn’t even like you in the first place. We are enemies.”

“And yet, you asked me to take care of you.”

“…maybe.” The hero closed their eyes. The villain’s heart was beating fast but it wasn’t only desire. They were nervous.

The hero wasn’t sure if the villain was nervous because of them or something else.

“I trust you,” the hero said. “I believe that you will make the right choices when it comes to me. I can’t explain it but…you can deal with me. You can handle me. You know what I need. And that is kind of scary.”

Despite the villain’s endless advances towards the hero, they had never forced the hero to do anything. They always let the hero make the first move.

“It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to me when you’re…in this state,” the villain said. “I will not—”

“That’s the problem. It doesn’t stop once this phase is over. It never really stops.” The hero’s ears were burning and they could feel the villain’s heartbeat increase quickly.

“We should get some band aids for my neck then,” the villain said.

The hero couldn’t tell who was more excited.

[purplehrts7]

Losing Control ( A Carlisle Cullen x BOC Story (Chapter 1: The Meeting)

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the campus of Southern University. Students were scattered across the quad, some lounging on the grass with textbooks, others hurrying to their next class. Among them was Zuri, a 19-year-old English major with a passion for literature that was only matched by her curiosity about the world. Walking beside her was her best friend, Savani, who had a knack for making even the most mundane days exciting.

"Seriously, Zuri, how can you be this calm about today?" Savani teased, nudging Zuri's arm. "You're about to meet *the* Dr. Cullen. He's practically a legend!"

Zuri shrugged, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "He's just a doctor, Savani. And I'm an English major, remember? I'm not even in his seminar."

"Yeah, but you have to admit, the man is hot. I'm tempted to fake being pre-med just to get a chance to be in the same room with him." Savani grinned, tossing her braids over her shoulder with a playful flick.

Zuri rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. Savani's antics never failed to amuse her. "I'm sure you're not the only one thinking that. But let's not get lost in daydreams. We've got ten minutes to get to class, and you know Professor Andrews hates tardiness."

They rounded a corner, the old brick buildings of the university towering above them. Zuri was lost in thought about the paper she needed to finish when she suddenly collided with something—or rather, someone. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled back, only to be steadied by a pair of strong hands.

"I'm terribly sorry," a deep, smooth voice said. Zuri looked up, her breath catching in her throat as she met the gaze of a tall, strikingly handsome man. His golden eyes held a warmth she hadn't expected, and his presence seemed to command the air around him.

"It's—it's okay," Zuri stammered, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. She quickly stepped back, realizing she had been holding her breath. Savani, ever the bold one, immediately jumped in.

"No harm done! You're Dr. Cullen, right? The new professor everyone's been talking about?"

Carlisle Cullen offered a polite smile, inclining his head slightly. "Yes, that would be me. I'm afraid I've gotten a bit turned around. This campus is larger than I anticipated. I'm looking for Lecture Hall C."

Zuri blinked, still trying to process how she had literally run into one of the most talked-about professors on campus. Savani, however, was already in full flirtation mode.

"Lecture Hall C? You're in luck because we were just heading that way," Savani said with a wink. "We can show you around if you'd like."

Carlisle smiled graciously, though there was a subtle tension in his expression that Zuri couldn't quite place. "That would be very kind of you, thank you."

As they walked, Zuri noticed the strange way the doctor looked in her direction, and0b. L her heart skipped a beat. It was unnerving, yet oddly thrilling.

"So, Dr. Cullen," Savani began, her voice dripping with playful charm, "I hear you're quite the expert in your field. What made you decide to leave Forks and come all the way to Georgia?"

Carlisle glanced at Savani, his smile polite, but Zuri caught the brief flicker of something in his eyes when they shifted to her.

"I've always believed in the importance of sharing knowledge, especially with young minds eager to make a difference in the world. This opportunity seemed like the perfect way to do that."

Savani leaned a little closer to him as they walked, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Well, you're certainly going to make an impression here. A lot of students are already talking about you."

Zuri bit her lip to keep from laughing. Savani was laying it on thick, and she could see that while Carlisle was polite, he wasn't exactly taking the bait. But then, something unexpected happened. Carlisle's eyes met Zuri's again, and she felt a strange pull, like something deep inside her was responding to him in a way she couldn't understand. Carlisle, on the other hand, was struggling with something far more intense. The moment Zuri had collided with him, something inside him had shifted. His body had reacted—his heart, long thought still, had given a single, potent thump. It wasn't just an attraction. It was more primal, more profound. His blood felt like it was rushing in his veins, a sensation he hadn't experienced in centuries. He was a doctor, a man of science, well, a vampire actually... a husband and father. And yet, he couldn't deny how every fiber of his being was screaming at him for this young woman he'd just barely met a few minutes earlier. Zuri, with eyes big and brown and bright, seemed to pierce through his very soul, shedding light on the deepest, darkest, coldest parts he tried hard to push down. He felt vulnerable under her gaze and yet he wanted her to only look at him.

"I... I believe we're here," Carlisle said, his voice slightly strained as he forced his attention back to their surroundings. They had arrived at the entrance to Lecture Hall C.

"Right on time," Zuri said, trying to sound casual, though her heart was still racing. "Well, Dr. Cullen, I guess this is where we part ways."

"Yes, thank you both for your help." Carlisle's gaze lingered on Zuri a moment longer, a silent question in his eyes that he couldn't answer just yet. " I don't think I ever got a name, though."

"Savani Mikellson and Zuri Anders." Savani answered, flashing him one last flirtatious smile. "And if you ever need anything else—directions or otherwise—you can find us in Lecture Hall B, room 302."

Carlisle nodded politely, but as he turned to enter the lecture hall, his thoughts were far from focused on his upcoming class. Zuri Anders ... What had fate just dropped into his path?

Zuri and Savani watched as he disappeared into the building, and then Savani let out a low whistle. "Well, that was... something. Did you see the way he kept looking at you? I think someone's got a crush."

Zuri shook her head, trying to dismiss the fluttering in her chest. "He was just being nice, Savani. Nothing more." But even as she said it, she knew she didn't quite believe it. There had been something in his eyes. Something she couldn't quite put into words.

"Come on, we're going to be late," Zuri said, trying to shake off the strange feeling as she tugged Savani along.

[rosewritesstoof]

My Life With my Vampire SO — Sleep Tight (Bite Bite)

Having a partner who is also a vampire is a… unique experience, to say the least.

Now don’t get me wrong — I love ‘em to the moon and back. I’m forever thankful they came into my life and decided to stay. Just imagining going about my days without them beside me is something I rarely entertain. But, just like with any relationship, there are gonna be some… things you gotta get used to.

One of said things sometimes occurs when we’re sleeping. Now, contrary to popular belief, vampires do not sleep in coffins. I know, shocker. It’s a commonly held stereotype about them based on the aesthetics of old generation vampires. Well, my partner did have this goth phase, but that’s their story to tell.

Anyway, as such, they usually sleep in a bed. Specifically, our bed. They used to have their own room with their own bed, back when we first moved in together, but you can imagine why that quickly changed.

Now, I love sleeping next to my partner. One of my favorite things to experience is waking up next to them in the morning. If I could live through one moment from our time together for the rest of my life, I think I’d choose that. The thing is, my partner likes to move in their sleep. Sometimes, it’s your average stuff, like flipping over, spreading their arms and legs, that kind of stuff. And sometimes…

Well, take the first time, for example. We went to bed, as normal, no problems. However, I wake up at some point — it’s still dark — to this prickly sensation on my left arm. I’m groggy, since I just woke up, so it takes me a bit to fully realize where I am and what’s going on. I look down at my partner and, uhhh…

Yeah, they’re, uh, they’re nibbling on my arm. They’re still clearly asleep, eyes closed and all that, but I guess they’re either hungry or eating in their dream, ‘cause they are just nomming down on it. Not enough to break the skin, thankfully. And I’ve gotta admit, they look so cute — holding my arm in their hands, their face almost pressed into my skin, making these slow mumbly sounds. However, the feel of their fangs poking my skin is not the most pleasant sensation. And I kinda want to go back to bed and all, so that ultimately means waking them up.

“Honey?” I asked, gently patting their head to try and rouse them from their slumber, “Sweetie? Love of my life? My cutie pato—”

I think my partner has a sixth sense for overly mushy pet names, even when they’re asleep. The mumbles turn to grumbles, and eventually their eyes flutter open to look at me.

“What?” they asked, irritated. Well, I’m 95% sure that’s what they said, since their mouth is still full. They seem to realize the situation too, and quickly unlatch themselves from my flesh.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” They whisper-shout, covering their eyes with their hands. It’s something they do when they’re embarrassed, like they can’t bear to look at the source of their embarrassment. It’s the cutest thing ever.

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” I assure them, gently prying their hands from their face to hold them in my own. “Let’s just go back to sleep, okay?”

They pout at me, worry swimming in their eyes. “What if I bite you again?”

I think about it, then begin shifting down, bringing them with me, until we’re lying face to face. I caress their hair, guiding their head until it’s resting on my chest.

“Well, there’s no threat of nomming this way, right?” I ask, raising my eyebrow and grinning down at them, even though they can’t see.

My partner makes an unsure sound, but eventually relaxes into me, breathing deeply. I knew they couldn’t resist the sound of my heartbeat; it always works to calm them down.

We fall asleep like that, and don’t experience any more problems for the rest of the night.

And yeah, that’s how I usually work things out whenever my partner gets a little toothy at night. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s an easy fix. And it’s something I’m willing to go through, deal with every time, because I love them.

Loving another person isn’t always easy. I know there’s gonna be ups and downs in our relationship — it’s normal, and hell if we don’t have our fair share. Sometimes the issues can be solved quickly and neatly, like with my partner’s sleep-nomming. Other issues… well, they aren’t so easy to fix, and it can take awhile for things to truly settle down. I know all that, and I knew it when I accepted I was in love with my partner and wanted to be with them for the rest of my life.

But I guess that’s the magical thing about love, huh? You’re willing to go through anything, do anything — even if it’s hell, even if it would normally be impossible, even if it could hurt or straight up kill you. All so that you can sleep next to them. Wake up next to them. Hold their hands when they try to hide. Wake them up when they’re going to town on your arm in their sleep.

Maybe it’s less magical, and more scary, now that I think about it. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

[jhdanes]

Been doing a lot of ocs lately ,here another one, Lady Mina the one and only dhampir daughter of #tdigwen and #thecount from #minaandthecount #vampirexhuman

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anons/dms open for one shots today, for a few hours! here are some things i enjoy writing about. just shoot me ideas! i am okay with writing larry, harryxreader, steddie, mungrove, eddiexreader, gender doesn't matter, just lemme know which pronouns to use.

• vampirexhuman

• dom!harry/sub!harry

• angst

• bad boy!harryxinnocent Louis/reader

• stoner!harry/univeristy AU/college prof

etc!

[beevean]

Lenector: the one vampireXhuman ship that has you thinking twice about wether or not it really is better than Twilight

Ohhhh boy.

Edward may have done shit like dismantling the engine of Bella's truck to not let her go to her friend, but. uh. he didn't enslave her? godfucking damnit how did i end up defending edward cullen of all characters

Nah, if you remove the vampire angle, Lenector's closest equivalent is Ana/Christian from 50SOG. There's even the horrible misuse of BDSM and the people who actually thought the series was the peak of sexiness :)

[tell-me-im-your-favorite]

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Justin

Clematine

Book: How to sell your blood and fall in love

Series: Guides for dating vampires

Author: D. N. Bryn

Place: Amazon

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1.) I realted S O much to Lemy. His needing and wanting to really understand and get to know his partner. Like I FELT that in my soul. I related to so many of his other characteristics so I think this round he was my favorite character. I also absolutely adored how he didn't give up on Justin and kept coming back.

2.) As soon as I saw the username "Wageryou1" I was like thats my boi right there. He's talking to my boi 😭

3.) I JUST WANNA GIVE JUSTIN A B I G HUG AND SOMETHING TO HELP HIM HEAL....I also totally thought he was riding like an old man scooter all hunched over I felt so bad conjuring that up in my head 😭

4.) I K N E W IT!!!!! When Andres gave Clemy his card I was like this could be a GREAT 3rd book story ya know and BAM 3RD BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END AND I WAS R I G H T!

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#Clematine #justin #howtosellyourbloodandfallinlove #guidesfordatingvampires #vincent #wesley #demisexual #howtobiteyourneighborandwinawager #dnbryn #amazon #kindle #bookrecommendations #gay #bi #romance #vampires #vampirexhuman

[innocenceinyourarms]

Some more fiction

Perhaps it’s a stretch, but I typed this out from the prompt that @lestatdelioncoeur gave a bunch of us. The one about the window.

This draft was sitting in my notebook for a couple days, but I revisited last night. Its still a little rough around the edges, but I think it’s worth giving y’all a peek.

I’ve called it “Some words we shared one night”, It is written from the perspective of Penelope in the present day.

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“I do believe that I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved,” Ezra said into the darkness, his voice so quiet yet there was none of the horse strain that I associated with his whispers. I almost didn’t even think he had truly said anything until he continued, the words kind of melting together as he slurred  “You know, Someone said that to me once. I didn’t believe them then, but I do think now that they’re right.” 

“Who did?” I rolled onto my right side, towards his voice. In the blackness, I fumbled to find him, his waist, any part to touch and reassure that I was here. His left hand met mine. He was freezing, no doubt hungry. My Poor baby, let me help you. For a moment, there was a flash of a scenero. He takes me up in his arms and purrs against my throat, kissing and nuzzling tenderly as he always does before finding his favorite spot just above my clavicle and then…

“Katie” another woman’s name fell out of Ezra’s mouth. 

“Katie?!” I couldn’t hide the tinge of disgust that colored the name. 

“Yes, my maker, you know” Ezra didn’t seem to detect anything strange about my tone. The benefits of having ingested half a bottle of pure ethanol. I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“You’re drunk,” I say. 

“Yes,” 

I laugh even harder, which makes him start to laugh, too. It’s not long before the two of us are barking like sea lions, tears stream from my cheeks as I shout “It’s not that funny, it’s not that funny,” between the lulls of hilarity, which only serves to get us giggling like idiots again. 

After the laughs have died away, I roll onto my left side. My heart is still pounding from the excitement, but it’s time to settle down. Time to sleep. I look up, my eyes intently focused on the window that I can’t see, but I know is there. I imagine the piece of pressboard covering it. Thick, large, and taking up a huge chunk of the wall, it was drilled into the cinder blocks with far, far too many long, black screws. 

I find myself remembering a conversation. The one we shared the night he showed me his sleeping arrangements:

“Go on, inspect my work,” Playfulness mingled with the modest pride coloring his voice. 

I stood on the edge of his bed on tiptoe, walking my fingertips along the screws as I fingered them, counting in my head One, two, three… I couldn’t help but wonder about the logistics of how he managed to do it. I’m a head taller than him, and it still took some effort on my part to reach the highest point on the board. All the while, he stood below, offering his outstretched hand to me, though I didn’t need it. 

“You sure are thorough,” I said at last

“Did I do it wrong?” He was wearing a look on his face that I’d only seen on guilty basset hounds wear. So I said:

“Well, Like my momma always told me: There’s no kill like overkill” 

The comment elicited a dark little chuckle. 

“Come down,” he said “ I don’t want to see you get hurt,” 

I told him I was going to paint it, so he had something nice to look at, but that was weeks ago. I still had no idea what he might like, or if I could even make something worth looking at in the first place. I never was the artistic type. Not that way. 

Just then, I felt Ezra’s cool arm snake around my waist, finding the dip where I'm at my narrowest with no effort. Muscle memory I smirked.

 He scooted closer to me, so close that our heads were sharing the same pillow. I felt his breath, as cold as if I were lying just millimeters away from an air conditioning vent. It smelled like alcohol. I didn’t mind. 

I relaxed into him, easing back like he was a favorite chair, sliding down so that I came to rest on his chest. He liked to feel taller when we were like this. His heartbeat was slow, slow, slow. His breathing has an easy rhythm. He’d be asleep soon. 

I placed my hand over his, wrapping my fingers around it gently. I gave it a light squeeze. 

“But it’s true, is it not?” I could hear the sleep in his voice and had no idea what he was talking about 

“What is?” 

“About love.” 

“I’m sorry, tell me again,” 

“That I am the culmination of everyone I’ve ever loved.” 

“Babe, I don’t know. I never met those people,” again, my voice betrayed me. There was a clear annoyance expressed that I immediately wished to take back the second it left my mouth.

“Oh… Right” It was like listening to someone letting the helium out of a balloon. “And I suppose you never will,” 

What am I supposed to say? My mouth felt terribly dry all of a sudden. 

“I’m sorry” were the only words I could find 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, heart.”

No more words were spoken after that. 

We just lay there in the pitch dark, holding each other, our breaths coming and going in tandem. Slow, easy. I was cold, and yet still my cheeks burned. 

 I don’t know which of us fell asleep first.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

MORE SUBMISSIVE VAMPIRE MEN PLEASE ‼️‼️

When the villain walked in, they didn’t know what demanded more attention: the hero decaying on the couch or the scary amount of bottles of blood around him.

“You called?” they asked him and walked around the couch. Calculating in their head, they came to the conclusion that at least five people would be dead by now if those bottles full of blood were the result of his killing.

“Yeah…”

However, they also suspected that those were donations. He would never kill anyone.

“Doesn’t seem like you need my help, though,” the villain said. Nevertheless, they took off their jacket.

“This blood tastes like shit,” the hero said. “Been trying to get used to the taste for a week now. Maybe I’m getting sick or something.”

“Is that even possible?” the villain asked. They took off their shoes.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Maybe you just missed me,” the villain said and before he could say anything, they sat down on his hips, making his eyes squeeze shut when they moved.

“Maybe…” he mumbled. He cursed quietly but eventually, his hands found the villain’s waist. “God, I hate you.”

The villain smiled, excited to make this more interesting.

“You’re not a very good liar.” They went through his hair a couple of times and tried to be gentle.

“Ugh, gimme a break. I’m trying.”

“What’s this about?” the villain asked. Their lips were on his neck instantly, kissing cold skin as softly as possible.

They knew this wasn’t the kind of relationship that they wanted. They knew this wasn’t supposed to be including feelings. But they couldn’t help it.

Admittedly, the villain had pushed their feelings away for months now, had tried to ignore the hero and his kind demeanour. His sweet laugh and his soft fingers.

It hadn’t been easy. It hadn’t been fun.

And when they had accidentally hooked up one time, the villain had almost freaked out, fearing the coming days of awkwardness. However, he had never made them feel that way.

One hook up had turned into two, two had turned into four and now the villain searched for every excuse to visit him.

But it didn’t give them the satisfaction they craved.

“Why’d you call me?” the villain asked.

“…had a bad day at work,” he said. His fingers ran along the villain’s spine but his eyes seemed absent. “Needed to see you.”

“Poor boy,” the villain murmured. This time, they kissed him on the lips, still gentle, even though he seemed to want a little more.

“Work wasn’t even that bad, maybe I’m just having a bad week? I can’t tell.”

“When did this start?” they asked. The villain sat up on the hero’s hips and watched him carefully. “Do you need me to get you more blood? Any preference? Want me to kill people with a specific blood type?”

“Nonono,” he said. His eyes were half-lidded and the villain shifted their hips a little more to stir him up. Immediately, the hero grabbed their waist. “You evil little—”

His eyes widened.

“When did this start?” they asked, slightly amused at the hero’s fingers digging through the layers of clothes the villain had on.

“After you kissed me for the first time, I think.”

“Oh, was it that bad?”

“No, it’s…I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about having you.” The villain raised an eyebrow. “Please, just kiss me again.”

“What was that?” The villain’s lips curled into a smile. Their hand found the hero’s jawline, forcing him to look at them.

“Please kiss me,” he repeated. He bit his bottom lip nervously and it showed off his little fangs. It was adorable.

“Is that all you want?” the villain asked, leaning over him. They were cruelly close, lips nearly touching.

“Oh, come on…” His eyes dropped to the villain’s lips, to their neck.

“What else?” the villain asked.

“Can I bite you? Please? I will be gentle, I promise. You just taste so…fucking good.”

“Go on, what else?” The villain’s hand found his neck. They didn’t squeeze.

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“…a little.” The villain laughed softly. There were so many ways to say “sleep with me” and yet, the hero was still too nervous to say it.

“C’mon. Compared to you, I don’t bite. Unless you ask me, that is. So…tell me what you want.”

“Please be mine,” he said. “Be mine forever.”

The villain froze.

They had not expected that.

[mlekonya]

“What a bothersome romance~”

A late valentines day thing I didnt wanna post sp I’m posting it now 🤷🏻

[diplotzakkaistriftatsigara]

Mozart being completely clueless in this route vol 1

[tell-me-im-your-favorite]

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Names:

Yuki Hasegawa 🖤

Jean Michele 🧛‍♂️

Manga: The Black Cat & the Vampire

Author: Nikke Taino

Place: Amazon

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I am such a sucker for a happy ending 🥺

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#yuki #hasegawa #jean #michele #theblackcatandthevampire #nikketaino #Amazon #kindle #manga #yaoi #gay #bl #Vampire #vampirexhuman #romance

[m00n0fmylyfe]

Manhwa - Blood Bank

Author - Silb

[save-the-villainous-cat]

okokok how abt a wlw vampire villain x human hero. pls cat. DO IT FOR THE GIRLYS WHO ARE GIRLY FOR OTHER GIRLYS!

The blood was dripping down her fingers and even though she couldn’t help but feel relieved, her hand was shaking. It had gotten worse. She had become more violent. The last little traces of her humanity were slipping through her fingers like sand.

It was horrifying. She looked down at the bodies, three bankers in total who’d been on their way to lunch. Her mind couldn’t comprehend how she’d done it.

How she had ripped out their throats to feed on the fresh blood.

“What a mess…” she mumbled to herself as she went through her hair. Her hand was bloody. “Oh, fuck.”

“Leave the bodies to me.” The vampire turned around upon hearing her voice.

She could count herself lucky that her nemesis was beginning to fancy her. One night when she had captured the vampire, the “imprisonment” had turned into an almost three hour long conversation about mortality and the curse of being a vampire.

The vampire guessed she pitied her.

“No…it’s not your job to clean up after me.”

“I offered to get you some blood donations but I failed to deliver them to you on time. This is on me.”

The vampire shook her head. She felt stronger than a few hours ago and yet, her muscles were aching from the fight.

“No, it’s not the same. Blood from a bag isn’t the same. This is my fault. I need to hunt, I need living, breathing prey. Oh God, I’m so doomed.” She felt the frustration crawl up her throat. She felt like throwing up.

“Hey, deep breaths,” the heroine said. She grabbed the vampire’s elbows and turned her away from the bodies. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner but I can guarantee we’re working on this together.”

“I’m a monster.” The vampire hid her face behind her hands. “What am I doing? Why did this happen to me?”

“Hey, sometimes shit happens and you can’t really—”

“I was a normal girl, I had an office job for Christ’s sake. I deserved a good normal, boring life.” She frowned and her lips trembled. “I didn’t want anything extraordinary.”

Suddenly, the heroine took her hands.

“Hey, I know it’s a lot and you’re still getting used to this. But I believe this happened for a reason. I know you will find a way to deal with this and I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

The vampire lowered her hands and looked at their saviour, little fangs peeking through her lips.

“I’m so scared.”

“There’s no need to be. You’re brilliant. You’re—”

The vampire knew why. She knew why she grabbed the heroine, nails digging hard enough into her skin to leave marks. She knew why saliva gathered in her mouth and why she needed to bite her.

The heroine’s pulse had gone wild when they’d gazed each other. The vampire had heard and felt it.

But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t press her teeth into her like she was some kind of meat. She couldn’t do that to her, she couldn’t kill her like that.

Right before her teeth could scrape her skin, the vampire froze.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Her grip finally loosened and the heroine seemed to breathe for the first time. She was blushing and her heart was beating relentlessly.

The vampire could barely keep it together.

“You— you should leave,” the heroine said. “I’ll, uh, report this mess and take care of it. Call me.”

Unfortunately for the heroine, the vampire knew she’d been a little too attracted to that.

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She frowned as she looked around the marble-tiled room. It looked like something out of a fantasy, unreal. Someone clearing their throat behind her caused her to whirl around. She found herself staring into a pair of red eyes, narrowed in irritation.

“What are you doing in my home?” He growled, perfect white teeth flashing menacingly.

“I, uh..” She stammered.

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She sighed, leaning against the side of the cream colored, soft leather couch as she flicked through the channels on the television. Sunlight was streaming through the large window beside her, casting a warm light across her body.

Movement outside of the window caught her attention, and she turned her head to find a woman standing outside with a shocked expression on her face. Before she could do anything, the woman turned and quickly retreated back down the paved sidewalk that ran alongside the house.

… somewhere in the house, people withdrew quietly, aborting their mission.

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His cool hands brushed across her face as she looked up at him, fearful.

“I will not let any harm come to you.” He said softly. “I promise.”

He pulled her close, anger coursing through him at the thought of people in his home who wished to do harm. Especially when he was unable to do anything in his sleeping-state. Vampires protect what was theirs.

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Fear twisted in her gut as she raced along the lawn. No, this couldn’t be happening. Why was he doing this? She pushed harder, her breath ragged as she reached the bottom of the extravagant staircase that would lead her to the front door.

As she started to ascend, a pair of hands grabbed her, pulling her away. She was roughly shoved into the backseat of a black sedan, the door slamming behind her.

“Let me out of here!” She screamed, hitting and kicking the window pane.

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She quickly stabbed the pen into the man’s jugular, shoving past him and out of the sedan. She could see him being led out of the house. Her legs pushed faster as she sprinted up the first flight of the stairs, screaming his name.

A brief moment of fear and regret flashed on his face, moments before they decapitated him.

“No!” She screamed, her heart tearing as she ran faster.

She fell to her knees beside him, screaming into his chest as hot tears ran down her cheeks. He couldn’t be gone. No, no, no...