#i know shes not a vampire but she's a lesbian and she drinks blood

[weemssgf]

[rosemary-is-in-pesterquest]

Rose and Kanaya like books, yes, but ohf my god the fandom really made that single interest their entire character and then applied more Book Lesbians stereotypes on them

[lovelettersfromluna]

Not Strong Enough

Summary: Rule number 1 of being best friends with a vampire. Never let them drink your blood.

an: I HEAR YOU ALL YELLING AT ME IM SORRY!! This took entirely too long to get to you guys, but it’s here now! Better late than never right?? Is this heavily inspired by twilight? Yes. Did I use a BoyGenius song as the title? It’s lesbian smut, obviously. Is Ellie going to be a brooding depressed vampire? Oh hell yeah. I hope you all like this! I’m a slut for anything supernatural so this was obvi very fun for me to write. As always, love you all so so much! Thanks for reading 🤍

Warnings: SMUT!!, MDNI!!, scissoring (if ur mad I’m doing another scissoring fic….idk what to tell you it’s hot), messy kissing, Ellie bites reader (outside of blood sucking), mentions of marking, mentions of bruises, mentions of blood, Ellie is kind of insufferable for a small bit but I promise it gets better, please lmk if I missed anything!

Read part 1 here!!

Ellie knew it was a bad idea from the very beginning.

She knew that she was too weak for you, even outside of sucking your blood. You were too fucking good for her, too much of a dream for Ellie to go and fuck up like she did.

Truth be told, Ellie expected all of it. She expected to get utterly addicted to you, she expected the blurred lines of your relationship to become even more blurred when she began sucking you dry of your life source, she even expected herself to lose control when she was in the act, humping and grinding your soft body like a wild fucking animal as if she had no control over herself.

She expected all of it, every single aspect that came with the territory, she knew was coming.

But the hardest part of it all? Was leaving you completely.

Because she knew the moment she felt herself lose control while she was on top of you that night in your apartment, she knew she needed to leave you. She needed to abandon you and your friendship for the greater good, for your sake.

Ellie knew that she wasn’t good for you, and you weren’t good for her. But that didn’t make the pain of not seeing you any less.

She thought she’d be able to do it at first, but the texts from you only reminded her of how much she loved your company, how obsessed she was with simply being around you.

She wound frown every time her phone went off, a low groan leaving her lips when she lifted it up to look at her screen, only to see it was from you.

Ellieeeeee

Where are you?

Haven’t seen u in the longest :((

Ellie can practically hear your pout in the way you text her. She knows you too well, and she knows that you aren’t handling her sudden disappearance well.

At this point, it’s been about two months since Ellie has seen you last? Maybe three? She stopped keeping count because it was driving her insane. It wasn’t even the blood supply that she missed, Ellie would go hungry ten times over, dying from starvation if it meant she could be around you without feeling she was robbing you of your life, ruining things that you were meant to experience because she was too fucking selfish.

Ellie misses you, and it pains her that she hasn’t been able to have you in so long.

Well…not entirely at least. She knew she’d lose her mind entirely if she couldn’t at least be around you for a few moments, so her usual nighttime visits become a bit more frequent when she decides she can’t be around you anymore. She’s a lot more careful when she does it though, knowing how sensitive you were to her presence. It was almost unbelievable how easily you’d woken up to her in your room in the past. She doesn’t know how she’d explain things if you woke up now, not having seen her in so long. So she’s extra aware of how much noise she makes.

Seeing you sleep is almost enough to keep Ellie’s demons at bay, the ones that screamed for you, yearned for you to be by her side, to have your warm skin pressed against her much colder one.

As per usual, she’s scaling up the brick wall of your apartment building, making her way up to your bedroom like thief in the night. You continue to leave your window open every night, and it breaks Ellie’s heart because she knows you’re doing it for her, most likely hoping she slips into your window as she usually does.

It means Ellie needs to be even more careful than she anticipated.

She doesn’t even dare to sit on your bed, standing in the corner of your room as she watches your chest rise and fall. She doesn’t even breathe, scared that the sound of it will wake you.

And she desperately wants to reach out and let her fingers run along your soft skin, desperate for the feeling that you always brought her when you’re near. It makes her fists balk at her sides as she practically itches to feel you, fighting back any and every thought that she had to touch you, if even for a moment.

But she doesn’t. Instead, he stays with you just before the sun rises. She knows it’s risky, and she knows she shouldn’t do it in the event that you wake up and see her. Even if she’s fast enough to dart out of your room before you can even call her name or turn the lights on, you’re too smart for that. You’d know what was happening before she can even begin to gaslight you into thinking it was simply a dream.

She can’t help herself, not when it comes to you. Seeing you sleep satisfies the burning feeling in her chest, the one that yearns so desperately for you, it’s enough to make her knees weak. It’s almost like you’re capable of evoking the same feelings she had when she was a human, when she was weak and stupid and felt nervous around women. Until you showed up, Ellie hadn’t experienced those feelings in a long time, she’d almost forgotten about them.

You always remind her though.

Like when she’s about to leave you, knowing she’s cutting it too close to the time you’re going to wake up and start your day. Her footsteps are practically silence, even against the old, creaky floorboards of your apartment.

She’s almost out of your window, one leg outside as she plants her foot against the fire escape when she hears it. You began mumbling in your sleep, tossing a bit, clearly bothered by whatever dream you were having. While this should’ve been the clearest sign for Ellie to leave as quickly as possible before your eyes opened a bit to see her, she doesn’t. Instead, she stays sat on your window sill, simply watching as you turn to face her, eyes still closed as you pout in your sleep.

If Ellie had a heart that was still beating, she’s sure it would’ve stopped. Because suddenly your mumbling is just clear enough for her to hear.

“Ellie….” You sigh out softly, barely loud enough for the undead girl to hear, but she does. Regardless of the city waking up below her, or the sound of your ceiling fan creaking about, she hears it. It makes her frown deeply, swallowing back the intense whimper that threatens to escape and echo throughout your room.

She isn’t sure if she’s ever left your room so quickly, the girls eyes going wide as she made the familiar path down the side of your building to your side walk.

Even when she got home that night, the vampire practically breaking the front door down of her apartment to get in, she couldn’t get the sound of your voice uttering her name so sweetly, calling out for her even in the depths of sleep that you were in, tugged so deeply by your dreams, you were still calling out for her.

Ellie knew that night, that she had to stay away from her. For both your sake, and her own.

And she’s right, because you were suffering just as much as Ellie was.

Ellie’s presence was always scarce, and while it bothered you a bit before you learned what she was, it made sense. She was a creature of the night, something that seemingly only existed in storybooks, coming to life and living the strange lifestyle that she did.

But you knew immediately that this was different.

The morning after you saw Ellie last left a bitter taste in your mouth. As you woke up that morning, your neck sore with the bruises of Ellie’s lips on your skin, body far too drained and tired even after a night of a sleep that was just a bit too deep. It was similar to almost all the times Ellie had drank from you the night prior.

So, why did you feel so bad that morning?

You knew that you didn’t owe Ellie anything, that you were the one to suggest this in the first place, so there truly wasn’t any room for you to be upset for reasons unknown. What were you even supposed to say to her? That you had a weird feeling? One that you desperately wanted her to relieve by telling you it was all okay?

As much as you wanted to, you knew things between you and Ellie weren’t like that.

You were her friend. You were just her friend, and as much as you wanted more, you knew deep down that if Ellie truly wanted you that way, she would’ve made you she’s a long time ago.

And maybe that’s what bothers you the most when this little dry spell occurs, because the sudden lack of her presence leaves you entirely too much time to dwell on things, wondering what it was that you did wrong, what you could have possibly said to create this sudden rift between the two of you.

Ellie had always been flirtatious, flashing that pretty smile in your direction that made you weak in the knees, calling you sweet names that made your heart beat faster. She was practically dangling it all right in front of your face, the frequent touches, the late night visits at the foot of your bed, all this time when you have her the benefit of the doubt, chalking it all up to her simply wanting to see you and nothing more than that, suddenly made no sense to you.

With time came confusion, and with confusion came anger, desperate to understand why she left you, what you had done to possibly make her so scarce so suddenly. And once the third month had hit without seeing Ellie, you were furious, feeling as though you had one choice and one choice only.

To find Ellie, and get the answers from her yourself.

You don’t go to Ellie’s apartment, not usually at least.

Ellie always told you she liked hanging out at your place, going on and on about how warm and cozy it was being there. She’d never admit it to you because she didn’t want you to think she was a freak, but being in a place that smelled so heavily like you made her brain go absolutely insane.

You’ve been there maybe a handful of times, sometimes heading to her place after a night out, or even stopping by whenever you were in the neighborhood. Bottom line was, your apartment was the designated hang out spot for you and Ellie.

Regardless though, you remember how to get there like it’s written on the back of your hand. You thought about Ellie’s apartment a lot, loving how much the space reflected her. You always wished you had the chance to stay there more often.

You can’t think about that though, not now. Not when you’re storming down the expensive halls of her complex down to her door, and landing a heavy fist on the door. All you can truly care about now, is seeing Ellie and demanding an explanation for her sudden disappearance.

And it’s all so unlike you, so out of your character. If it was anyone else, you’d let it go, giving yourself a few days to sulk before forgetting about it all together and simply moving on. Maybe it’s because it’s Ellie, and maybe it’s because you feel a tad bit used after being her personal buffet for the last few times you’d been around her, just for her to up and leave.

It’s most definitely that. You just don’t want to admit it in fears of sounding selfish.

You land another firm knock on her door when she doesn’t answer in time, feeling yourself grow angrier as the moments pass.

Soon, she’s finally opening the door. The image of her nearly takes your breath away.

Because Ellie always looks beautiful, perhaps it’s the fact that you haven’t seen her in some time, but she looks fucking ethereal standing before you. So tall, so confident, her eyes so fucking dark, piercing through your very soul as she stares down at you. Her lips look like rubies compared to her cold, pale skin, so plump and kissable.

All you can think about is the way they felt pressed against your throat, and it makes you lift your hand to press against the two small circular scars on your neck.

Ellie frowns deeply as she eyes you, eyebrows furrowed and expression virtually unreadable.

“What are you doing here” she mumbles out, shifting on her feet awkwardly. Her question alone sets the fire off in your chest again, making you seethe as you take a deep inhale before responding.

“Are you kidding me Ellie?” You practically spit out, staring up at the girl in disbelief.

She lets out a soft sigh, her tattooed hand coming up to rub her face roughly before it moves up to rub through her hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she manages before she tries shutting her door in your face. “You can’t be here” she mumbles out softly, the girl fully expecting to be able to shut the door.

You however, have other plans.

You’re quick to press your hand against the door, stopping her from closing it before you practically force yourself between it. Ellie’s eyes widen a bit at this, not used to seeing you so forward.

Soon, you’re pushing yourself into her apartment, your palm pressing against your forehead as you began pacing back and forth Ellie’s lavish apartment.

“I don’t…I don’t understand you Ellie. Is it something I said? Did I do something? If so please enlighten me I beg you” you blurt out, all of the words fumbling out of your mouth in one breath.

Ellie frowns deeply as she watches you pace back and forth her apartment, her eyebrows furrowed. She can truly see the damaged shes caused when she sees you like this, because it was much easier to watch you when you slept, so peaceful and unaware of the troubles that came with her absence. She knew you were going to blame yourself, and as much as she knew she couldn’t allow you to do that to yourself, she knew staying away was even more important.

Seeing you like this was possibly the hardest thing Ellie had to ever endure.

You don’t stop there, taking advantage of the lack of a response from Ellie to continue ranting.

“Is it because of the blood thing? If so I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry for simply caring enough to make sure you didn’t die from starvation or whatever it is that happens to you when you don’t eat. I’m sorry for making sure that you were okay, if that was so wrong please tell me…” your words trail off as you let out an exasperated sigh, your feelings and emotions becoming far too much as you practically sob out to her.

But then you’re pausing, your chest rising and falling quickly as you struggle to catch your breath. Ellie isn’t entirely sure why you’ve suddenly stopped, your back towards her as you stand there, doing god knows what.

When you finally turn around, your eyes are red and your cheeks are wet with tears.

“Were you just….using me? As your personal fucking blood bag?” Your words are shaky as you hold back another sob, your fists balled down at your sides.

Ellie freezes when you say this, because this is exactly what she was fucking afraid of.

It was a common theme throughout…her people. Vampires were notoriously alluring, seducing countless innocent and clueless victims into being their personal meal. The humans were almost always oblivious to what was being done to them, vampires often times using this to their advantage to keep them under their spell for as long as possible. It would most commonly been done in a way that made the humans believe the vampires loved them, dangling them by a thread as they promised them a life of eternity together, to live in immortality, side by side until the end of times. It almost never ended that way though, the vampires would suck and suck and suck until one day they went a bit too far, and their obedient human keeled over and died.

Ellie never wanted things to be that way with you.

She never even wanted you to think it was that way. She wanted you to understand that this was entirely up to you, and it could stop whenever you wanted it to. It’s why she constantly voiced to you that this was still a factor right before she fed off of you. Ellie would rather die than use you for a source of food, because truthfully you were far too good for that, too fucking pure to be used as something as low as a food source.

So when the words leave your lips, Ellie sees red.

Shes in front of you in less than a second, towering over you and staring down into your tear soaked eyes. Her nostrils are flared as she tries to hold back from tearing down her entire apartment complex around the both of you.

“You can’t possibly be stupid enough to think I’d ever use you for something so low..” her voice is low, and there’s a gravel in it that makes your core tighten and your chest bloom with something you can’t quite place, a feeling that can only be shelved in your mind right next to where Ellie takes place.

You don’t hack one, hot tears continuing to spill from your eyes as you stare at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“It makes sense….get your fix and then leave me like I’m nothing…this was probably your plan all along” you grit out.

Ellie licks her lips, knowing that you’re hurting just as much as she is, and your words are simply coming from a place of confusion, desperate to understand why she did what she did to you, why she left without a trace.

She leans in, her face a mere inches from yours. You can smell her minty breath wafting onto your face, and it’s bizarre because even that has a slight chill to it. It makes your cheeks cold, and it makes you want to reach out and warm her up.

“I would rather die a million deaths before using you for that…you and I both know this” she seethes out.

And it makes you whimper, because Ellie’s always been so fucking intense, so poetic. It makes your insides flip upside down, and your eyebrows knit together as you struggle to hold back a whimper.

Your features soften as you continue to cry in front of her. “Then why did you leave me…” you whisper out to the girl.

It breaks her heart how desperate you are for this. Not even for her, but simply for answers. All you want is to understand why she left, what you did to make her abruptly disappear without a single word.

Ellie’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, her pink tongue darting out to lick her plush lips before she finally speaks.

“I’ve never…been so weak for someone…in my entire life” she breaths out.

It surely isn’t what you’re expecting her to say. You think she’s going to say she’s gotten enough of you, or she just couldn’t handle having someone like you around. Hell, you were even beginning to think she was trying to cover up all her roots here and start somewhere else.

“I always have been…from the moment I fucking laid eyes on you, I knew you weren’t good for me…you’re too good for me” she continues, her eyes fluttering open as she finally stares down into yours. You can finally look into yours as you blink away the tears that are pooling in your eyes and blurring your vision, and it allows you to see the pain in her eyes, just how much she’d been struggling with all of this.

“It isn’t even your blood…it made it worse, yes…but just being around you is like…it’s like a fucking drug to me. You give me this feeling that I can’t…I can’t even begin to describe how fucking euphoric you make me feel” each of her words sounds like a plea, a plea for you to let her go, to unhand her from the death grip you have on her.

“And suddenly I’m always in your apartment, and you’re offering yourself to me and it’s like a dream come true and I feel like a fucking monster when I’m on top of you, sucking you dry of your fucking blood” it’s her turn to start pacing, running her hands through her hair as she settles one of her hands on her hip, she moves slower than you were, simply voicing the struggles she’s seemed to have with you from the moment you met.

She finally turns towards you, and she’s slowing make her way to where you’ve been standing this entire time. When she’s right back where she was, stood right in front of you, she takes your hand into hers ever so gently. It’s enough to make you flinch, how cold she is in contrast to your hot skin. She sighs, bringing your hand up to cradle her cheek, and her eyes flutter shut, nearly rolling back as she presses a soft kiss to your palm.

“I’m not strong enough for you…I don’t think I ever will be” she finally admits, and it’s like she’s not only admitting it to you, but to herself as well.

You hold back a whine as she kisses your palm, her lips so soft, so gentle with you.

“Then…then don’t be…why can’t you just let things happen” you sigh out as you stare up at her, in awe as the girl leaned into your touch as if it were her life line.

You aren’t even entirely sure what you’re asking her for, what this so called ‘thing’ is that she won’t let happen. Is it the feeding you’re alluding to? An act of true platonic kindness? Or are you asking for more, are you begging for something that Ellie has deprived you both of for the sake of the greater good?

Both you and Ellie have these same questions running through your minds.

She chuckles dryly against your skin, shaking her head as her hand gives your wrists a gentle squeeze.

“You aren’t even sure what it is you’re asking for…not from someone like me” she admits, eyes opening as she finally looks down at you again.

“I can’t…give you the things you deserve. I’m not capable of being the perfect person for you, not when I am what I am” her words are like venom on her tongue, the girl utterly disgusted with the monster that she became against her own will, the hell that she was forced to live over and over again with no foreseeable end.

“The only thing I can do, is take from you…I take and take and take….” Her words trail off, a soft frown on her lips before she finally looks at you once again.

“Until I’ve taken everything that you have…and there is no more of you to offer” she whispers out, as if the mere thought of a world without you pains her so much to say, she barely wants to say it.

You lick your lips, your eyes searching hers before you quickly shake your head.

“Do you want me? The same way that I want you?” You question carefully, fearful of what it is that she might say, worried that you’d been reading things entirely wrong, even after Ellie basically confessed how utterly obsessed she is with you.

She smirks softly, humming lowly as she gently brings your hand down to her lips, pressing another gentle kiss to it.

“It’s like I’ve waited my entire life for you, baby….saying that I want you would be an understatement” she chuckles out softly.

And you aren’t entirely sure how it even gets to this point, because you marched over to Ellie’s apartment with a purpose, that purpose being to yell at her and get the answers you deserved. But suddenly you’re standing in front of her, and your heart is exploding with so many different emotions and feelings, all of them for Ellie, and she’s just confessed to you that she wants you like you want her.

And you have no choice, but to kiss her.

It catches Ellie off guard, a soft whine leaving her lips as accepts your lips with gratitude, her arms moving down to drape along your waist as she pulls you closer.

It’s everything she’s ever dreamt it would be. Your lips soft and sweet against her own, your skin so warm and inviting, making her drink you up, fueling her with the warmth she’s lacked since the day she died. But despite how good it feels, she knows this is wrong, and it goes against everything she said she’d do for your sake.

Ellie breaks way first, watching as you struggle to catch your breath from the intense kiss. She’s quick to stop you from leaning in again, her hand cupping your face as she stares into your eyes.

“Angel…we can’t…I told you, I’m no good for you” she sighs out, the words paining her to even say.

You give her a soft pout, your arms wrapping around her shoulders loosely as you press your warm body against hers.

“I trust you Ellie….I know that you’d never hurt me” you sigh out softly as you stare into her eyes, your hand coming up to tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear.

“We don’t have to do the blood thing…but I just…can’t we just give us a try?” Your eyes are wide as you speak, eager to feel Ellie’s lips against yours again, even if for a moment. You don’t even take into consideration that she could say no, that she could turn you around and throw you out of her apartment without another word, doubling down on what she said she’d do with you.

But as Ellie said before, she’s just too fucking weak for you.

And hearing you ask for it, ask for her, it has her stomach in knots, and she feels like no matter what it is you ask her, she couldn’t possibly say no to you.

“What are you doing to me…” she sighs softly before she leans in to kiss you again, reciprocating the passion and heat that you gave her mere moments ago. You whine against her, your hands sliding back to tug at her hair, keeping her close as your lips moves against hers, your warm tongue sliding against hers.

“Missed you so much…” you sigh against her, and it makes Ellie groan softly as she nods, hands sliding down to grip your waist as she walks you back towards her bedroom, lips never leaving yours.

“Missed you more than anything, angel” she mumbles against your lips as she presses her palm against her bedroom door behind you, pushing it open and leading you further inside.

Ellie’s bedroom smells like her. It’s dark, and cold but oh so comforting. You practically sigh against her lips when you feel her laying your body down against her black silk sheets, the expensive material like butter on your skin. It makes your senses go in overdrive, Ellie’s hands caressing your skin, roaming around your body as her tongue rubs against yours in a dirty, passionate kiss.

“Don’t know how long I’ve waited to have you like this…” she sighs softly, her lips breaking away from yours to kiss along your jaw, down to your throat. You don’t miss the way Ellie kisses the now faded marks of her teeth on your neck, licking the skin softly before she sucks into it, sure to leave dark marks in the morning.

“Missed marking you up baby….” She hums against you, drinking in the sweet moans that leave your mouth, the sound alone like music to her ears.

Your mind is fuzzy, almost blank besides the thoughts of Ellie that stood in the forefront of your brain. It was like she was filling you up entirely, making you almost overwhelmed with her. Her scent, her cold skin, her soft hands, all of it was almost too much, a combination of sensory overload that kissed your skin so deliciously.

Soon she’s kissing down your body, practically worshiping her as her lips work on your soft skin. Her hands are pushing up your t-shirt, kissing your stomach and your ribcage until she’s tugging you up a bit to skillfully slip your shirt over your head. You’re bare before her, her lips matching onto your pebbled nipples as her tattooed hands work on your soft shorts, tugging them down your legs.

You don’t miss the way her tongue swirls around your nipple before letting go with a pop, lips moving up to nip at your collar bone with her flat teeth. Hard enough to leave a mark, but gentle enough to not break skin.

You giggle softly, bending your legs back to help as she tugs your shorts and panties off. She’s slotting herself between your legs, humming softly as she gives you a smirk.

“Something funny baby?” She questions before leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your lips. You nod, a dreamy smile on your lips as you bring your hand down to tug at the hem of Ellie’s t-shirt.

“Seems like old habits never die, that’s all….need this off” you huff out softly, fingers fumbling between the hem of her t shirt and the waistband of her sweats.

Ellie chuckles at how eager you are before she nods, pulling back to tug her shirt off before she rolls over a bit to pull off her sweats and underwear as well before she makes her way back between your legs, towering over you as she crawls into you like a predator would its prey.

And it leaves your pussy soaking wet, because it’s better than you could’ve ever imagined. Ellie’s tits are pebbled similarly to yours, tattoos littering her pretty skin, muscles so beautiful they could make your mouth fucking water.

You’d always seen Ellie for the beauty she possessed…but this? This was so much more different.

It made your head fucking spin.

You whined softly as you practically tug her into her by her shoulders, moaning softly at the feeling of her boobs squishing against yours as your mouth attacks her in a needy kiss.

“Want you…” you sigh softly against her as your hand slides down between the both of you, cupping her pussy. You feel Ellie suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of your warm fingers against her sopping wet core, and she gives you an eager nod before rolling over, her strong hands gripping your thighs and taking you with her as she forces you to straddle her.

Being on top of Ellie is just as good as being under her, almost better in all honesty. The lighting in her bedroom is dim, but you can just make out her features with the moonlight that spills in through her big windows, and the moody lights she has set up along her walls. You don’t even realize it because you’re too busy gawking at her, but she lifts her leg up a bit and easily slots you down so that your pussy is right against hers, the feeling making you moan softly.

“You’re so pretty Ellie…” you practically sigh out. It makes Ellie moan softly, and she swears the sound of you calling her pretty is enough to bring her back to life, reversing the effects of her undead state.

“Fuck…can’t say those things to me baby…you’re gonna…Jesus..ruin me” she struggles to get out as she grips your hips, forcing you to roll your hips so that your clit and her clit bumps against each other.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel it. It’s so fucking wet, and soft, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Sure you’d done it with other girls before, but this just feels…it almost feels like….

“Like you were fucking made for me princess” Ellie grits out, her teeth caging her words in as she fucks you down onto her pussy, practically using you for both hers and your pleasure.

You’re too far gone to pick up on it, too indulged in the feeling of Ellie’s strong hands gripping your thighs so deliciously, sure to leave marks in their shape when you both wake up in the morning.

Your back is arching almost painfully, your hand gripping her thigh as you find the rhythm Ellie has set for you, finding the perfect spot and keeping it there as you drive both you and her to your orgasms.

“I’m…Ellie you feel so good…you’re gonna make me cum” you squeak out, eyebrows furrowed as you finally look down at the girl beneath you, only to find that she’s just as much of a mess as you are. Her hair is messy and her lips look so pouty and kissable. It’s hard to make out, but her fanged teeth are pressing into her lips, and you’re sure it’s the sexiest thing you’ve seen in your entire life.

She gives you an encouraging nod, one of her hands coming to your ass and kneading it harshly before giving it a firm spank, the sinful noise echoing off the walls of her pristine bedroom.

“I know baby…I know…come on, want you to cum with me…that’s it…that’s my good girl” her praises make your chest burn, and it leaves knots in your stomach. It only drives you further, your hips moving faster as they roll against Ellie’s, desperately chasing both hers and your orgasm.

“Ellie…Ellie I’m…I’m gonna-“ you cry out, back arching as you grip her thighs quickly, feeling your own shake as your orgasm begins washing over you.

Ellie catches it right before it happens, the girl quickly sitting up and wrapping her arms around your body, pressing your chest against hers as she pulls you down to kiss her passionately, her own orgasm washing over her like a fucking train.

Your bodies are so in tune, so in sync that your moans almost mix to create a symphony that can only be described as love, total and unconditional love as her arms keep you close, as if stopping you from running away from her, from the feeling she gives you. Her lips are working against yours as you breath hard, struggling to catch your breath in the sloppy kiss.

You’re a whining mess, your poor pussy far too sensitive to deal with the amount of pleasure that Ellie brought to you, all of it washing over you like an intense sea of euphoria, nearly drowning you as you held onto the girl with weak hands.

She knows you’re weak, because she’s pulling you down to rest your warm body against her cool sheets, all while keeping her cool body pressed against yours to bring you back down to earth with her.

“That’s it baby…I know….did so good for me…” she sighs softly as she leaves gentle kisses against your cheeks and eyes, watching as the aftermath of your orgasm slowly pulls you to the depths of sleep, all of it too much on your body.

“My beautiful girl…my girl…my girl…” she hums out, almost like a song as she watches you cling to her in your sleep, soft hums and huffs leaving your lips, all of which makes Ellie smile adoringly at you as she holds you while you sleep.

And even while you’re settling into one of the deepest sleeps you’ve ever experienced, you don’t miss the soft kisses against your lips and cheeks, all paired with the constant, non stop praises from Ellie.

You especially don’t miss the way she leans in settles against the pillow next to you, mumbling the softest, sweetest words to you as her hands caressing your naked body.

“I love you, pretty girl..”

[lorettapetrichor]

mutual 1: save me doomed yuri. save me

mutual 2: i think id be happier if my boobs were replaced with small and friendly sharks

mutual 3: who wants to get trapped in a narrative with me. it does have to be weird

mutual 4: (13 consecutive reblogs of fanart of a podcast ive never listened to)

mutual 5: hey check out this insane piano composition youll be zonked out of your gourd

mutual 6: (insanely detailed and vibrant art) drew this in the bathtub lol

mutual 7: what if wolverines invented religion. they could make vehicles out of abandoned shopping carts

mutual 8: i love my blorbos what do you mean theyre my ocs. from my brain

mutual 9: theres something so beautiful aboutmaking fun animal noises. BARKBARKBARK AWOOOOO

mutual 10: (screenshots of a straight couple) theyre lesbians to me. theyre doomed yuri. do you see my vision

mutual 11: i love violence. women who love violence hmu.

mutual 12: the ibm system/360 has an almost sexual quality if i'm being honest

mutual 13: (art that could easily be seen displayed in a museum as a work of a fine master) its the yaoi

mutual 14: my idiot cat ate my entire fucking cake??? (# hes ok)

mutual 15: oh hatsune miku we're really in it now

mutual 16: (image of a character who has killed thousands and injured many more) shes like a sopping wet pathetic cat to me

mutual 17: i think i huave autism

mutual 18: (the same cryptic meme reblogged 50 times, interspersing with the rest of the dash)

mutual 19: for vampires drinking blood is like a sluttier version of eating pussy. especially if its gay

mutual 20: (responding to an incredibly vague and mysterious ask with no context) hello mutual x. i know its you

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Love Bites (But you don’t mind) (Yandere!Vampire!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Vampire Queen!Scarlet Witch x willing!lesbian!simp!female!reader)

*Not my GIF.

Summary: Most people would probably find spending eternity with a vampire-superwitch to be frightening. 

But here’s the thing? You’re not most people. And she is gorgeous.

(CW: Blood, (I mean, it’s a vampire fic so that’s kind of a given) blood-sucking, idk what else, reader being a simp I guess. )

Author’s Note: I’m back, I’m gay, and you simps wanted this and more. Honestly if this keeps up, I might as well make it its own series/category. 

Reader is 18+.

The vampire queen stands over your unconscious body; she hasn’t taken blood yet, but she’s taken a liking to you. Her dark hair flows in the wind that blows throughout her castle.

“Such a sweet little thing,” she sighs as she sits on the edge of the bed next to you. “Fate has finally brought us together, and I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

She brushes a soft hand over your cheek, and you begin to stir. Her heart skips a beat as your eyes flutter open. Wait, this isn’t your bedroom.

“What the...?” you groan. “Where the hell am I?”

“Your new home.”

You look to see probably the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Your sweet little lesbian heart is pounding as your eyes widen, and it’s not just to let in more light.

“My...huh?”

Wanda smiles as she cups your cheek.

“When I first saw you....you took over my mind and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I had to have you to myself. Don’t even think about running away. I know the ins and outs of this castle--”

“Wait, wait wait wait.....” You’re confused. “You actually think I want to escape?”

Now she’s the confused one.

“Well....yes. That’s how most people act around a vampire queen superwitch.”

That makes you pause.

“Wait, you’re a vampire queen and a superwitch and you’re gorgeous as hell? Damn, now I never wanna leave!”

She’s at a loss for words as you hug onto her.

“Mommy....” you sigh excitedly. “Oh mommy......please bite me. Take all the blood you want. Fuck it, drain me dry!”

“....Wha...what?”

You tilt your head to one side and point to your exposed neck.

“Right here, my neck and my blood are all yours.”

“...Is this.....is this a joke?”

“Mommy, I would never joke about you taking my blood. Oh wait! Should I eat or drink something to make it sweeter? Do you like fruity blood? I’ve got plenty.”

Wanda laughs in a mixture of shock, endearment, awe.

“Sweet little (y/n), are you serious about not leaving me?”

“Deadass.” There’s no hesitation from you. “You could drain me dry and my last words would be ‘thank you, my queen.’“

Wanda’s face flushes scarlet. 

“You....really want me to drink your blood?”

“Please?” There’s a begging tone on your voice. “My neck is ready!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Please!”

Wanda has to take a moment to recover.

“Do you want me to hypnotize you so you don’t feel the pain?”

“No, please. Just....I wanna feel it.”

That’s....unexpected. But she’s not gonna complain.

“Alright then.” Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper, running a chill down your spine as she gently places her hands on your shoulders. What a sweet, delicate thing you are. Despite you wanting to feel it, she still wants to be gentle. Her fangs grow in and she decides on a halfway point of plunging her fangs right in and slowly biting in. 

You feel the fangs in your neck as she begins to take your blood.

“You have such delicious and sweet blood.” Wanda’s voice purrs in your mind in a low whisper. “The best I’ve ever had; such a delectable blend of fruit. It’s addicting.”

“Take all you wish,” you sigh happily. 

“Oh, sweet girl; I don’t wish to drain you dry, though. I want you as my precious princess; I can’t have you that way if you’re dead, and I can’t drink your blood if you’re a vampire....perhaps I could make you an immortal human.”

Your eyes light up at this idea.

“Yes, yes, please! I wanna spend eternity with you, mommy!”

“Very well....once I finish drinking this delightful blood of yours, I shall make you immortal, my precious (y/n).”

You begin to feel giddy, and you’re not sure if it’s from joy or lightheadedness, but you’re fine with either. Once she removes her fangs, she notices that you look a little pale.

“Oh dear,” she sighs. “It would seem I took too much. Shall we rest together?”

With a sweet, lovestruck smile on your face, you nod, making Wanda giggle.

“What an adorable princess you are.” She conjures up some first-aid supplies and cleans up the bite marks to avoid infection before giving you a large glass of water, helping you drink it before laying you down on the bed. She lays next you, pure love in her eyes.

“I can’t wait to spend eternity with you, sweet (y/n).”

She brings you close, causing you to snuggle up with her. Are you never gonna get to see the outside world again? Probably not. But hey, you have a loving vampire queen/superwitch girlfriend, so the way you see it....

Eternity just got a million times better.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Large Adult Son

Eric Stenbock: hello midnight society Stenbock: i'm Count Eric Stanislaus Stenbock Stenbock: [producing life-size mannequin] and this is my son le Petit Comte Thomas Ligotti: Ligotti: Ligotti: Ligotti: Stephen King: you're uh King: really staring at that mannequin kinda intently there, tom Ligotti: hm

Eric Stenbock: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the true story of the vampire Stenbock: one sec, let me just get le Petit Comte comfortable first Stenbock: how are you doing le Petit Comte Stenbock: Ligotti: Stenbock: Ligotti: Stenbock: Ligotti: Stenbock: he says he's doing good

RL Stine: hey does your puppet talk Stine: my puppet talks Stenbock: does my what talk? Stine: your puppet Stenbock: Stenbock: you mean my son? Stine: yeah your puppet there Stenbock: Stenbock: never speak to me or my son every again

RL Stine: i just wanted to know if le petit comte talks RL Stine: [producing ventriloquist dummy] cuz knothead here talks RL Stine: especially when i drink a glass of water RL Stine: watch he'll sing the old gray mare Stenbock: how dare you

Stenbock: submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the true tale of a vampire Stenbock: it's the story of carmilla Sheridan Le Fanu: Stenbock: not THAT carmilla Stenbock: a totally different carmilla

Stenbock: this carmilla story is not to be confused for sheridan la fanu's carmilla Stenbock: for one thing, this isn't a lesbian vampire story Stenbock: it's a gay vampire story Stenbock: extremely gay Bram Stoker: oh no Anne Rice: oh yes

Stenbock: so carmilla lives in a castle with her sexy brother gabriel and their dad Stenbock: and she's narrating this story so Stenbock: she's all "hey its me carmilla, let me tell you what i look like" Stenbock: "i'm just an average girl, but i think i'm pretty hot" Stenbock: "but boy my brother, damn what a smoke show" Stenbock: "pouty youthful mouth, tangled blonde locks, the whole deal" Stenbock: "you know how it is"

Stenbock: "so my brother was so kind and gentle, filled with nothing but love" Stenbock: "just loved animals" Stenbock: "and animals loved him" Stenbock: "he was a delicate cinnamon bun too good for this cruel bitch of a world"

Stenbock: "anyway this vampire comes to our castle" Stenbock: "and he's always hanging out with my brother" Stenbock: "but my brother is suddenly all sick and pale and doesn't have as much blood as usual" Stenbock: "suspiciously vampiric"

Stenbock: "anyway then my brother died and the vampire left, the end" Stenbock: what do you think of that Ligotti: Ligotti: Ligotti: King: thom it's not going to move, it's not real Ligotti: hm

[kithj]

i made these slides for instagram for thirst's english publication but i'll share them here too :-)

i'm trying to compile a decent lesbian & sapphic vampires shelf... of these, i've read house of hunger & carmilla, though i was recently recommended this specific version of carmilla which is edited by Carmen Maria Machado, and i look forward to reading her commentary (and this version of the book is really lovely)

links & descriptions in order, under the cut

Carmilla

Isolated in a remote mansion in a central European forest, Laura longs for companionship—until a carriage accident brings another young woman into her life: the secretive and sometimes erratic Carmilla. As Carmilla’s actions become more puzzling and volatile, Laura develops bizarre symptoms, and as her health goes into decline, Laura and her father discover something monstrous.

A Dowry of Blood

Saved from the brink of death by a mysterious stranger, Constanta is transformed from a medieval peasant into a bride fit for an undying king. But when Dracula draws a cunning aristocrat and a starving artist into his web of passion and deceit, Constanta realizes that her beloved is capable of terrible things. Finding comfort in the arms of her rival consorts, she begins to unravel their husband's dark secrets. With the lives of everyone she loves on the line, Constanta will have to choose between her own freedom and her love for her husband. But bonds forged by blood can only be broken by death.

An Education in Malice

Deep in the forgotten hills of Massachusetts stands Saint Perpetua's College. Isolated and ancient, it is not a place for timid girls. Here, secrets are currency, ambition is lifeblood, and strange ceremonies welcome students into the fold. On her first day of class, Laura Sheridan is thrust into an intense academic rivalry with the beautiful and enigmatic Carmilla. Together, they are drawn into the confidence of their demanding poetry professor, De Lafontaine, who holds her own dark obsession with Carmilla. But as their rivalry blossoms into something far more delicious, Laura must confront her own strange hungers. Tangled in a sinister game of politics, bloodthirsty professors and dark magic, Laura and Carmilla must decide how much they are willing to sacrifice in their ruthless pursuit of knowledge.

House of Hunger

Marion Shaw has been raised in the slums, where want and deprivation is all she knows. Despite longing to leave the city and its miseries, she has no real hope of escape until the day she spots a peculiar listing in the newspaper, seeking a bloodmaid. Though she knows little about the far north--where wealthy nobles live in luxury and drink the blood of those in their service--Marion applies to the position. In a matter of days, she finds herself the newest bloodmaid at the notorious House of Hunger. There, Marion is swept into a world of dark debauchery--and at the center of it all is her. Countess Lisavet, who presides over this hedonistic court, is loved and feared in equal measure. She takes a special interest in Marion. Lisavet is magnetic, and Marion is eager to please her new mistress. But when her fellow bloodmaids begin to go missing in the night, Marion is thrust into a vicious game of cat and mouse. She'll need to learn the rules of her new home--and fast--or its halls will soon become her grave.

Thirst

It is the twilight of Europe’s bloody bacchanals, of murder and feasting without end. In the nineteenth century, a vampire arrives from Europe to the coast of Buenos Aires and, for the second time in her life, watches as villages transform into a cosmopolitan city, one that will soon be ravaged by yellow fever. She must adapt, intermingle with humans, and be discreet. In present-day Buenos Aires, a woman finds herself at an impasse as she grapples with her mother's terminal illness and her own relationship with motherhood. When she first encounters the vampire in a cemetery, something ignites within the two women—and they cross a threshold from which there’s no turning back. With echoes of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and written in the vein of feminist Gothic writers like Shirley Jackson, Daphne du Maurier, and Carmen Maria Machado, Thirst plays with the boundaries of genre while exploring the limits of female agency, the consuming power of desire, and the fragile vitality of even the most immortal of creatures.

A Long Time Dead

Poppy had always loved the night, which is why it wasn’t too much of a bother to wake one evening in an unfamiliar home far from London, weak and confused and plagued with a terrible thirst for blood, to learn that she could no longer step out into the day. And while vampirism presented several disadvantages, it more than made up for those in its benefits: immortality, a body that could run at speed for hours without tiring, the thrill of becoming a predator, the thing that pulls rabbits from bushes and tears through their fur and flesh with the sharp point of a white fang. And, of course, Roisin. The mysterious woman who has lived for centuries, who held Poppy through her painful transformation, and who, for some reason, is now teaching her how to adjust to her new, endless life. A tight, lonely, buttoned-up woman, with kindness and care, pressed up behind her teeth. The time they spend together is as transformative to Poppy as the changes in her body, and soon, she finds herself hopelessly, overwhelmingly attached. But Roisin has secrets of her own, and can’t make any promises; not when vengeance must be served. Soon, their little world explodes. Together and apart, they encounter scores of vampires, shifty pirates, conniving opera singers, ancient nobles, glamorous French women, and a found family that throws a very particular sort of party. But overhead, threat looms—one woman who is capable of destroying everything Poppy and Roisin hold dear.

This Ravenous Fate (expected August 2024 release)

It's 1926 and reapers, the once-human vampires with a terrifying affliction, are on the rise in New York. But the Saint family's thriving reaper-hunting enterprise holds reign over the city, giving them more power than even the organized criminals who run the nightclubs. Eighteen year-old Elise Saint, home after five years in Paris, is the reluctant heir to the empire. Only one thing weighs heavier on Elise's mind than her family obligations: the knowledge that the Harlem reapers want her dead. Layla Quinn is a young reaper haunted by her past. Though reapers have existed in America for three centuries, created by New World atrocities and cruel experiments, Layla became one just five years ago. The night she was turned, she lost her parents, the protection of the Saints, and her humanity, and she'll never forget how Elise Saint betrayed her. But some reapers are inexplicably turning part human again, leaving a wake of mysterious and brutal killings. When Layla is framed for one of these attacks, the Saint patriarch offers her a deal she can't refuse: to work with Elise to investigate how these murders might be linked to shocking rumors of a reaper cure. Once close friends, now bitter enemies, Elise and Layla explore the city's underworld, confronting their intense feelings for one another and uncovering the sinister truths about a growing threat to reapers and humans alike.

Unholy with Eyes like Wolves (expected April 2024 release)

Noémie, a dishonored and widowed noblewoman in early 17th century Hungary, finds herself in an unenviable position: After grievous trauma and loss, her last chance to regain her honor comes when she must serve as Lady Erzsébet Báthory’s handmaiden. Báthory is stoic and imperious, and as Noémie struggles to acclimate and accept her present and future, she begins to have dreams about a mysterious woman. Worse, there are stories of disappearance and deaths in the castle, and Noémie might be next.

[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): What would usually be just an intimate night turned into a horrific tragedy

🤎 Lady Dimitrescu x wife!reader

🤎 CW/TW: slight smut?, suggestive language, angst, lesbians, pet names, grief, accidental death/murder, blood drinking, reader is an artist and photographer, Alci is a depraved baby with many issues, bloodlust, mental health issues, no use of y/n, barely proofread

🤎 A/N: I cried whilst writing this- you're welcome

🤎 Notes: No description of reader, this version of Alcina isn't exactly my personal headcanon of her, but more an idea I had for her that I decided to write, I did research for the death scene on a timeline of what it's like to bleed to death and tried my best to apply the different things that happen to the body to this particular fic. I'm in no way a doctor or anything, the best thing I've got is a certification in Forensic Science so I also used my knowledge from that to give what you're about to read

🤎 Word count: 5.2k

The lady of the castle sat at her vanity, scrutinizing every little detail of her face. She studied the wrinkles, lines, and cracks of her features before covering them with makeup, perfectly slipping behind the mask that everyone knew as Lady Dimitrescu. 

She glanced behind her in the mirror at the sound of her bedroom door opening, eyes meeting yours as she applied her lipstick, “Ah, my love, you’re home early.” 

You wasted no time in making your way across the room, slinking your arms over her shoulders as you planted a kiss to her cheek, holding out a photo in front of her, “I had to, look at how my latest pictures of you came out.” 

Alcina's expression remained unchanged, even as you kissed her cheek. Her eyes focused squarely on the photograph. Her gaze swept over the image once, then twice. 

"Hm," she murmured, her eyes wandering back to your face. "You like these?" She asked. The question was innocent enough, but her demeanor suggested something altogether different. 

You deflated just slightly at her dry response, nodding as you studied the photo for yourself, “Of course, I do, love. You look amazing.” 

“You think I look amazing,” she repeated slowly, her voice flat. “And did you think of me when looking at these pictures? Or simply my appearance?” The question was followed up by a long, drawn-out pause. 

“Well?” She leaned forward on the vanity, asking point blank as she met your eyes in the reflection again. 

“I-I....” 

"What? Speak up, don't be modest. I want to hear your thoughts." She purred, her eyes trained on yours. Golden irises gleamed in the candlelight, as she held your gaze steadily. 

You fixed your gaze onto hers, voice sincere as you answered, “I thought of you quite fondly when developing the photos... It’s why I came back home. I wished to be in your presence after seeing your face for so long.” 

Alcina's gaze softened at this. The corners of her lips curled into a smirk as she glanced down at the picture, and then back up to you. "And do you believe me to be a beautiful woman?" She asked. The question was an obvious one, but the vampire wanted to hear the words fall from your own lips. 

You ducked your head, eyes remaining on hers in the mirror as you pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "More beautiful than any man or woman to ever walk this Earth." 

Alcina dimpled sweetly, her lips curling into a pleased grin. She knew she was beautiful. It was a fact- one that you reminded her of regularly. But to hear you describe her as such... The sound of her own ego being stroked tickled a deep, dark place within her. 

"I am glad that you think so, my love," she purred. "You know, there is something I want from you tonight." 

You set the photo down, practically instantly forgetting about it as you brought your hands to her arms, “Yes? Anything.” 

"I want... " Her voice quivered with anticipation, as her gaze swept over your form. "You." Alcina reached up, pressing her delicate fingers against your cheek. "I want you tonight. All to myself." 

A chuckle escaped your lips as you pressed a few open-mouthed kisses to her throat, “Yeah? You want me?” 

"I want to savor every inch of your body." Alcina purred, her voice dropping to a low, husky rumble. She traced a single fingernail down the line of your jaw, trailing towards your chin. "I want you. With every fiber of my being. I want to worship you." 

You let out a hum, nipping at her skin, “Come to bed, Alci... then you can have me.” 

"But I want to have you... right here," she cooed, almost trying to coax you into staying there with her. "I want everyone to know that you are mine. Only mine." The countess grabbed your wrist and hauled you close, trapping you between her and the vanity in one swift motion as her mouth trailed from your neck down to your collarbone, biting down gently on your skin. "Mine." 

You sucked in a breath, clutching her arms for purchase as you adjusted yourself atop the vanity, “Fuck... y-yeah...” 

"Such a good girl," she purred, her other hand snaking its way past your hair to grip onto the nape of your neck. She bit the soft skin of your neck as she nuzzled closer to your ear, her lips brushing against the sensitive spot just behind your lobe as she spoke, "No one will have you. Ever. You belong only to me. Do you understand?" 

Your lady lover had used such possessive and outright aggressive language with you before, but you didn’t notice the cloudy look misting her golden irises as she spoke, your lip nestling between your teeth before you released it to let out a breathy answer, “Yes... only yours...” 

Alcina's lips curved into a pleased grin as her fangs sparkled in the low light. She could do whatever she pleased with you... And you would enjoy every moment of it. She pulled back slightly to gaze down at your flushed face, tilting her head slightly. 

"Good girl," she praised. For a moment, it seemed as if she might kiss you. But her lips instead met your neck in a lingering, passionate kiss punctuated by sharp canines. 

You let out a hiss the second you felt the slight sting of her canines pricking into your skin, “Shit...” 

"You like that, do you," Alcina purred, her grip on your neck tightening slightly as her fangs sank deeper into your skin. Golden eyes glowed in the dim light, pupils dilated before they narrowed in on their prey. "How does it feel to be at my mercy?" 

"A-Alci.... please...." 

Her answer was a slow, drawn-out purr as she withdrew a single fang before she bit down again, her mouth a suction that fed from the sweet blood as she pulled you deeper and deeper into her hungry embrace. She moaned, eyes growing half lidded as the taste of you on her tongue sent waves of pleasure through her veins. 

Your brows knit together, hands gripping her arms tighter as you felt a lot more pain than you usually did when you would allow her to drink from you, “Alci.... hurts....” 

She simply let out a hum as she tilted her head slightly, your back now resting against the vanity as she was hunched over you like a true predator. You were pinned under her as she continued to drink from your neck. 

“Does my little blood bag feel woozy,” Alcina asked, voice taunting and holding a sort of just slightly playful mockery. She hummed with her every suckle, as if savoring the taste of you. Her nails trace against the back of your neck, her touch as sharp as a razor. 

You struggled against her hold, tapping her shoulder repeatedly as your vision began to go a bit hazy, “B-baby... please... don’t...” 

“Please what, my love,” she purred her lips curling into a playful smile, attaching right back to your neck as she continued to drain you of your life force. 

You were always so much sweeter than her other maidens... The taste of your blood... It was enough to bring an ache to the core of her very being. She couldn’t get enough of it. 

Even as you tapped her shoulder, her lips remained pressed against your skin. She was in heaven, and this was her idea of making love. 

You on the other hand were beginning to panic. You didn’t find your wife when you looked down into her eyes. 

No, you didn’t know who or what you were looking at. 

Her eyes were almost venomous, pupils narrowed to slits. 

Her usual gentle, reverent touch was nowhere to be found, nails and fangs stinging against your skin. 

You felt powerless struggling against your 9-foot lover. 

Your voice gurgled in your throat, her teeth having torn the skin of your neck open in search of getting better access to your vein that she was currently drinking heavily from. 

Your heart rate is beginning to accelerate, something that doesn’t help you, but makes it much easier for your bloodthirsty wife to bleed you dry as blood is now pumping directly to the area where her mouth is accompanied by the wound from her tearing into you. 

A lightheaded, truly woozy feeling begins to set in along with a sudden wave of fatigue. 

You can’t focus outside of the blaring worries in your mind that if you don’t bleed to death from the gaping hole in your neck, your wife will certainly take care of drinking the rest of it. Your skin has gone pale, sweat beading every inch of it as your body is trying to fight back against the losses, as well as you with your pushing against her, trying to get her off of you. 

All the while, Alcina is continuing to feed. Pulling more and more of your vitality as she drank, her body was practically shaking with ecstasy, eyes rolling back as she drew deeper and deeper from the vein. 

Primal growls rumbled out of her throat, her breathing heavy and hot against you. 

She was far too sucked in to realize what she was doing. She was killing you. Her love, her life, her light. 

Alcina would never. 

And yet... she was. 

With every beat of your heart and pull of her mouth suctioned to your neck... she was pushing you closer and closer to the cliff that was death. 

There’s too many feelings, too many thoughts. 

You feel spaced out, unaware of what’s even happening anymore, yet hyperaware as your anxiety is spiking to astronomical levels. Your breathing is shallow, your pushing growing weaker and weaker as your hands and feet begin to tingle. 

You’re dying. 

You know it. 

You can’t help but think about your life. 

How you came to the castle in the first place. 

You were commissioned for your work. You were a wonderful portraitist, a very skilled painter who was very adept and well-known for your art- especially your portraits. 

Originally, it was Bela who’d begged her mother to have you called into the castle to do her portrait. 

Then Daniela just had to have hers done as well because ‘look how good she painted Bels’. 

Cassandra begrudgingly asked if you’d paint her as well, only after being teased by Dani for being the only one of the three sisters to not get herself painted. 

It was after finishing the three works that you finally met the ever elusive and lady of the castle- Alcina Dimitrescu. 

Alcina took a liking to you. 

Being a patron and lover of the arts herself, she found herself drawn to your talents as a painter, sketch artist, and photographer. You also both had a shared love of jazz and blues music- a fact that led her to realizing her feelings for you. 

Your first date was in her old music room. The two of you played a few pieces on the piano together before you sat back to let her sing for you, taking pictures to use as reference for later sketches that you would gift to her after five months of courting between the two of you. 

It was a whirlwind romance, the two of you swept up in never having had a love like this before. She was the darkness to your light, the moon and stars to your sun. 

She was your muse. You were her beloved, her most devoted. 

Your marriage was a surprisingly small occasion, just a little ceremony held between the two of you, the other three Lords, and Mother Miranda as the officiant. Bela was the maid of honor, Cassandra carried the rings, and Daniela was the flower girl. It was sweet. 

Alcina herself was sweet. 

So how did things progress to here? 

There’s a pounding ripping through your skull, a headache- or perhaps migraine would be a better word- like none you’ve ever experienced before. 

How long had this been going on? 

It felt like hours. 

In truth it wasn’t more than about 4 minutes. 

Next came the ringing. A terrible and tinny noise in your ears, blocking you from hearing anything else. 

It was coupled with the terrible spinning you seemed to feel. It was disgusting. 

And once again- to make matters infinitely worse for you- you couldn’t even speak or fight back anymore. You were essentially limp within her hold at this point, almost resigning yourself to your fate now. 

Within another few seconds, your sight grows hazy, darkness seeping into the edges of your vision as your eyes turn up to the ceiling, no longer able to watch your wife. 

Then comes the sweet release of being unconscious. 

Like the world’s sickest fade to black, you passed out in her arms, not realizing how close you now were to death. 

You suffer a heart attack, the organ unable to handle the strain your wife’s drinking has now put on your body. 

Just like that... it’s over. 

In a little under 5 minutes Alcina had killed the love of her life. 

She didn’t stop when your body went limp underneath her, heart no longer pounding in your chest against her. 

No, she pulled away once the flow of blood into her mouth stopped. 

In her feeding frenzy, Alcina hadn’t truly known what she was doing to you. As the taste of your blood faded from her lips, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the haze of the drunken feeling that came along with drinking blood. 

What she found before her left her horrified. 

Cradling your still body, the countess couldn’t come to terms with the idea of you having died at her hands. 

She pressed a few kisses to your forehead in an attempt to wake you. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried, trying to will you back to life. 

She held your body close, tears continuing to brew despite her attempts to fight them back. For the first time in a while, she felt a surge in emotion.... Grief. 

This wasn’t what she had wanted. She had no intention of hurting you.... And yet, the damage had already been done. 

She brought her other hand up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your smooth skin in a last attempt to try and wake you. 

"You can't leave me..." she whispered, sobbing now at the realization. But your heart beat against her chest no longer. And your eyes were now shut, forever. 

After a few minutes of letting her tears fall, she wiped away her tears and straightened up, her red eyes staring straight ahead in silent mourning. The countess closed her eyes tightly and inhaled slowly and deeply, trying to process the loss. She also couldn’t take the sight of her face in the mirror. Your blood and her smeared lipstick staining her stark white skin. It wasn't long before her face returned to its cold and emotionless facade. 

She stared through her reflection rather than at it as she murmured, “How disappointing.” 

Her demeanor became one of stark detachment, just like that of the stone-cold killer that the soft side of her now believed herself to be. It was almost as if she hadn’t been in love with the now dead woman in her arms in the first place. 

Her hands tightened around your body as she lifted your limp form in her grasp with ease. Without much ceremony, she began to walk towards the window at the back of the chamber. 

“Now, dear one,” she began, “You shall be as one with the night.” 

As she reached the open window and stared down at the dark landscape below her, the vampiress seemed to contemplate. 

In her arms lay the woman she once called her safe space. 

Her eyes narrowed as she considered her next move. Without a second thought, she tossed your body out of the window. 

The wind howled as the form tumbled down to Earth. You plummeted through the air in a graceful spiral, the fall over so quickly that if there were even still a shred of life within you, you did not suffer for long. Your body impacted the ground with a soft thud, crumpling in a broken heap. 

In a swift moment, the countess closed the window and drew the curtains with finality. The body was nowhere to be seen, and the chamber wa just the way it was before you ever arrived. 

With a heavy sigh, Alcina finally allowed herself to sink onto her stool. For a while, she remained still in her seat, staring at the mirror in empty contemplation. 

As she sat alone in the room, she wondered to herself. 

Why had she done such a thing? 

A soft hand rose to her mouth as she wept for a moment, once again wishing to take back the events. But she knew deep down, there was no turning back. 

Eventually, Alcina rose from her chair and crossed over to the bed. She lay down on the soft mattress, staring up at the moonlight which spilled in through the curtains of the other windows in the bedchamber. 

For some time, she stared up at the ceiling, her expression blank. But slowly, the grief she felt earlier started to grow within her again. 

Unable to hold back her tears any longer, the vampire broke down into heavy sobs. She’d never loved anyone as she did you. But that love had been her exact downfall. 

She’d been blinded by her love for you and your trust for her, thinking she had the self-control not to hurt you. Yet and still, she did. 

“Why?” She whispered into the moonlight. “Why did you have to love me so much?” 

The countess released a loud, mournful wail as she cried into the night. A part of her wish so badly that she could take it all back. But she knew it was already too late for regrets. 

“It’s done,” she mumbled, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to calm herself. But her heart would not follow suit. It continued to ache for you. 

Eventually, she fell into a fitful sleep, but the night only brought nightmares which haunted her rest. 

The countess awoke the next day with a start. For a moment, she almost didn’t recognize where she was. Almost didn’t remember what had happened. Then the memories from the previous night returned. 

“No....” Alcina whispered. She turned over in her bed to face the empty side of the mattress. In your place, there was only a memory. “No....” 

Once again, the tears started to flow. “Why?” She asked herself. 

Alcina sat up in her bed, staring ahead in silence. Though your absence gnawed at her heaviy, the memories she shared with you only made the grief worse. Your loss was more than any one heart could bear, but for a vampire... Your loss would be eternal. 

“It’s not fair,” she told herself, her voice hoarse and quiet. 

“I don’t want to forget you. I want you back... so that I can feel your lips against mine... hear your soft whispers in my ear... know that you were real....” 

Before she could fall too deep into the guilt that laced itself through her grief, the phone rang. 

She answered the phone with a heavy heart, not expecting anyone but Mother Miranda to be brazen enough to call at this time. I couldn’t be but maybe an hour after sunrise. 

It was Karl. 

Instead of being greeted by his usual infuriating and condescending tone that usual was also paired with his crass words that were typically used to hurl insults at the countess- his voice was solemn as he spoke. 

The sound sent a chill down her spine, cheeks still damp with tears as she listened to him, “Hey, Alcina... A couple of my Lycans brought in a body last night.... It’s... It’s your wife...” There was a pain in his voice that Alcina had never heard from him before. 

“Do you want me to bring her over for a proper burial, or...?” 

Alcina was thrown back by the question. Before she could reply, grief and guilt simultaneously struck her like lightning, her legs turning to jelly beneath her. A hand shot to her mouth, as if to shield herself from hearing any more words. 

"No..." 

It was the only reply that escaped her lips. In her eyes, she could see it all again... 

Your body plummeting through the window, your face pale, your limbs broken. That look on your face as you died... 

She bit her palm, trying to distract herself from the horror. 

Heisenberg called out when the vampiress didn’t say anything, “Are you alright? What happened to her?” 

"Karl, please," Alcina pleaded, her voice coming out hoarse as if she had just wept for hours. The countess wanted nothing more than to fall back into bed and drown in a sea of grief, unable to face the truth of your death once more. 

"I... I cannot talk about it. Please, just... bring her body to me so I can bury her. There is no need for any of us to speak of what happened... it's better that way," she pleaded, her voice filled with misery. 

“I’ll be there in an hour.... I’m really sorry, Alcina...” 

The countess was silent for a moment. For the first time, she felt truly powerless. She didn't wish to remember the way you died at her hands, and yet as she awaited your body... The pain and guilt was suffocating. 

"Thank you" she replied quietly, a single tear rolling down her cheek. 

What would your family think? Your friends, your loved ones... Would they ever know the truth? They were going to have to. In some way, this was her fault. 

No, she wanted a funeral. And you would have it. 

One hour. 

That was all that separated Alcina from her greatest mistake. But in this time, she did what she could to prepare for your arrival. 

A casket- made of elegant wood and lined with elvet of a deep garnet hue- was prepared. It wasn’t new. You had made it saying she’d need somewhere to put you when your time in her life finally expired. 

She couldn’t help but cry as she remembered how happy you two had been together. How much you had loved her. 

Your hair and body was washed, a crown of roses placed in your hair- Alcina's handiwork. 

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she stared at your beautiful face in the casket. She could almost hear you whispering in her ear... Telling her that you loved her and just how much as you often did. She wanted nothing more than to hold you one last time and kiss you deeply. But as she reached out to do so, a dark feeling came over her. 

The truth was hidden in that darkness. 

“Please.... forgive me,” she whispered, tears rolling down her cheek. 

She had to excuse herself from the little ceremony to what used to be your shared room. 

She ended up at her vanity, gripping the edge of it before her eyes fell on the last picture you had ever taken of her. The one you had brought with you from the night before. 

It was a portrait of Alcina in her most vulnerable state. Her hair disheveld, her eyes hazy as she had just awakened from sleep when the photo was taken. 

Still, the photo was one of the best memories you’d held of her. 

She was beautiful, regardless of how much sorrow and grief had taken hold. 

Holding onto the photo for a moment, Alcina turned it over repeatedly, a faint smile crossing her red lips. 

“I’ll see you again one day, my love,” she whispered, her voice choked with tears. 

“We haven’t said goodbye yet.” 

After a long few long moments of staring at your portrait of her, the countess dried her tears and returned to the casket room that held you rcasket to stare down at your still face. 

The tears came again, but she was too far down the rabbit hole to turn back. 

With her hands, Alcina closed your eyes with all of the love she held for you. She couldn’t bare your gaze any longer. But she couldn’t bear your silence either... 

As Alcina kissed your cheeks with gentle tenderness, memories of your first kiss came rushing back to her. It was nothing but a distant shadow now. 

In all the centuries that she had walked the Earth, Alcina had never felt love like this. She had shared her flesh with countless lovers, but it meant nothing... Not now. 

Because this- you... you were different. 

“Sleep, my love. Dream of our nights spent together.... our passion...” 

Alcina burshed a stray lock of hair behind your ear- chest tightening when your eyes didn’t open at the motion- before she took a step back. 

“We’ll be together again soon,” she promised, a pained smile on her lips. 

The countess stayed with you for a while, the weight of her grief slowly becoming much mor eoverwhelming. But eventually, she had to bring herself together to say her final goodbye before Karl buried your casket. 

She rose from her seat for the final time, looking down on you for a moment. 

“I’ll find you in my next dream.” 

Her voice was barely even audible before she turned on her heel, turning over her shoulder to take one last look at your peaceful face before she withdrew from the room. 

“I love you, dearest. Always." 

Alcina shut her bedroom door and closed every curtain. 

It was the first time in a long time that she had been left alone inside her chamber- neither you nor any of the girls there to come bother her. For so long you had been there.... your soft voice to comfort her... your warm body to hold at night in bed. 

But now- for the first time- this place felt empty, colder, lifeless without you. 

Alcina took a deep, shaky breath as she fought back her tears. 

She approached the window where she ahd so coldly tossed your body out, the chill of the wind stiniging and reminding her of that very moment. 

Perhaps you wished to speak to her. Bid her your own last farewell. 

With this thought in mind, she took a deep breath as she stared out into the night, “If you can hear me, my love, I want you to know...” 

The wind howled loudly as if to answer her words. 

“I will always love you,” she finished, her eyes gazing up at the sky. 

Though the chill of the wind bit at her heart she didn’t bother with closing the curtains back again. She wanted to be as close as possible to where you lay, so that her words could travel further with the hopes of reaching you somehow. 

“I’ll see you some day soon, darling... I’ll see you soon....” 

A few tears found their way from her eyes. At the salty sting, she shut her window, head bowed. 

The wind’s howling died down as she shut the window behind her. She stood in front of it for a moment, as if you were just beyond the curtains. 

A small smile spread across her lips at the thought. 

"Farewell, you magnificent creature," she whispered, as a final tear tumbled down her cheek. 

"My beautiful darling." 

For a second, Alcina's heart stilled. The silence seemed deafening. 

She waited a moment, hoping to hear you speak one last time. 

She only heard the silence of nighttime, and her own soft breath in her chest. 

"If you can hear me," the countess began after a long while. "I hope it's not painful beyond death," she whispered, her voice choked with regret. "I hope that I haven't failed you somehow." 

She was silent for a moment, before speaking again. 

"I'll never forget you." 

A moment passed, and a sigh escaped the countess. She turned around, stepping back into the darkness of her bedchamber. For a moment, the shadows seemed to dance and shimmer, as if your spirit was right there with her. 

The wind whistled outside. No. 

She was going insane. 

"I'm sorry," Alcina whispered, her voice filled with sorrow and guilt. "I should have been more careful. Maybe if I had been a better woman, you'd still be here with me." 

Her voice was thick with grief. 

After a few more moments of silence, Alcina sat down on her bed. 

"I'll tell you about myself," she spoke quietly, her voice almost breaking into tears more than once. 

"My favorite color is dark green. My favorite food is… was… well. You." She chuckled, "I like to read and listen to music. My favorite genre is jazz. My favorite band is… was.. uh. Never mind." 

She fell silent again, taking a second to compose herself. She took a deep breath and continued. 

"My favorite season is fall. I love looking at the orange leaves as they fall to the ground. I love the way the trees change color in the autumn. I remember how when it was still warm enough you would bring the girls and I outside to rake and play in the leaves..." 

Another pause. 

"My favorite time is night. When the birds and animals fall quiet, and the darkness closes in. My father used to say it's beautiful, but I think it's sad. A sort of beautiful kind of sadness... This melancholic time when all is quiet but yet, it isn’t. Wind still blows... trees still rustle... chirps of the daytime become the hooting sounds of owls..." 

She laughed, the sound of her voice breaking her heart a tiny bit. 

"Your favorite time was dawn, wasn't it?" She was speaking to herself now. 

"We shared two things in common, did we not?" 

She continued quietly, "We were passionate about art, and music." Her voice shook a little, tears now rolling down her cheeks. 

"You would have loved to read my poetry, I just know. I remember how you used to ask about it and then I would always tell you that you had to let me see inside your sketchbook first." 

She fell silent again, thinking about her words before speaking again. 

"We were both lonely, and that's why we found each other. I mean, of course, it was thanks to Bela and the girls’ portraits, but in essence our attraction was built out of a sort seeking of solace in one another, no?" 

Alcina's words became softer and softer as she spoke as if she was speaking to you. 

"I know how much you wanted to paint me… how we spoke about it almost every day. Every night before bed you would come in, hands tracing the lines and features of my face... You’d say ‘Oh, Alci... my darling how I wish you’d model for me’..." She chuckled softly. Her chest ached with a thousand needles and pins as she remembered your words. 

"I was always too tired. I wished I could've been a better muse for you, a better woman, a better lover." 

Alcina's voice was breaking, but she still wanted to tell you one last thing. 

"If you hear this," She murmured into the darkness, "I have to tell you..." 

"I love you."

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[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Hi may I ask for Hcs of, Yandere integra, with a vampire darling. (Also I really liked your yandere ryuuken Hcs)

Integra keeps her Darling like a pet, but at first they're just another vampire for her to command at Helsing like Alucard and Seras. But over time, she'd start to view her Darling in a different light and it would worry her a bit. She can't afford to have feelings like this, especially for a vampire. She also prides herself on her independence so having someone who could change her feelings this way is definitely a problem for her. Not to mention, if her Darling is male, she would be risking her chastity (which is something she uses as a defense, in a way--were she to be turned somehow, she wouldn't become a ghoul)

I personally Hc her as a lesbian tho so I'm just imagining her with a woman Darling lol

Her response is to regain a sense of control over herself by enforcing control over Darling. So she'll order Darling to stay at the mansion with her during a mission that Alucard and Seras get to go on. She'll also chastise Darling for making mistakes during training and allow Darling to drink her blood only in Integra's room or her study. She gets extra possessive of Darling and will manage more aspects of their daily life like what they wear; usually, they're wearing something to mimic her style or showcase who she belongs to.

Once she gets frustrated enough after enough nights spent touching herself, she would call Darling into her room and order them to "relieve her stress". If they do a good job then they'll get a taste of her blood afterwards; if they try to drink from her before that, she's shooting them with the pistol on her bedside table. It won't kill them, but it will teach them a lesson.

To retain her status as a virgin to avoid being turned into a ghoul if she was attacked, she'd have her Darling use their mouth and (if they're female like her) trib or scissor her. The only person who gets penetrated is Darling, and she's making sure of that. Now that she's made her intentions known, she'll have Darling come to "relieve" her at scheduled times each week to clear her head; it's only natural, considering they're the reason her thoughts get so muddled in the first place. She'll finger them, restrain them while using them as a toy, hold their head in place and have them eat her out while she sits at her desk, etc.

Her Darling had a new life granted to them when she took them under her wing, and she never lets them forget that they belong to her. She may even put a collar around their neck to use during sex to humiliate them if they get too feisty or noncompliant. If there's one thing she knows how to do, it's how to keep a vampire in place without needing to kill them.

If they're good and behave like a pet should, she pampers them and is more affectionate in private. She'll make them cum over and over to test their stamina and then reward them with a kiss and a drink of blood (only of they say "thank you" to her first)

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Louis de Pointe du Lac

french (creole) in the 1700s, has a crazy Ultra-Catholic brother that he builds a cathedral for on his property out of love, in which he gets turned i to a vampire after setting the place on fire in a drunken stupor because he was sooo damp lestat (insane vampire, also catholic but also not, it's complictaed) just couldn't resist, fire motif continues (he burns a lot of places to the ground, fire kills vampires, etc); denies himself human blood not because killing is wrong but because drinking human blood is a pleasurable experience (drinking blood is also how vampires have sex, so take this how you will), finds himself baby trapped in a toxic patriarchal nuclear family setting with lestat (not exclusive to catholics ofc but, come on) louis would not identify as catholic/religious but literally everything he does comes down to his immense catholic guilt complex and he believed genuinely for a very long time that he was going to hell for existing as a vampire (it's a metaphor)

episode 1 he has a whole breakdown in a confession booth about pimping, drinking, gay sex, etc. then his priest gets immediately murdered by a vampire and he then agrees to be turned by that vampire and to marry him (in his defense lestat is VERY dreamy) and keeps doing the same shit and worse but feeling extreme guilt about everything constantly. he keeps this up for 144 years and counting

He battles with faith so hard dude he spends like half his book being Catholically Guilty for his vampirism. It slaps

He got turned into a vampire after having a big gay crisis in a church. Iconic

Homura

she is a catholic lesbian whose girlfriend became god. she has been through so much.

shes such a lesbian for amdoke

Catholic guilt literally turned her into a demon

she literally watches everyone she knows die over and over and over again just so she can save madoka, the one girl who showed kindness towards her. when madoka ends up basically becoming god in order to stop the cycle of death and violence, homura RIPS AWAY THE HUMAN PART OF HER SOUL so that she can create a world where she and Madoka and their friends can live happily, effectively becoming the devil to madoka's god

She has so much religious symbolism when it comes to her relationship to Madoka. Madoka is God and Homura becomes Lucifer so that she can save Madoka and give her happiness. She literally rips God from heaven and rewrites reality though. The way she sees her self and shapes reality is through the lense of Catholicism.

most fucked up little catholic girl. we love that for her.

Okay homuras entire fuckin arc is stemmed from the fact she is Catholic. Look at her trying to save Madoka over and over again and suffering for it because she thinks if she suffers enough and works hard enough Madoka will stay. Normal people do not go into time loops willingly. Catholics will.

[galacticcosmologist]

TG: save me doomed yuri. save me

CC: i t)(ink id be )(appier if my boobs were replaced wit)( small and friendly s)(arks

GC: WHO W4NTS TO G3T TR4PP3D 1N 4 N4RR4T1V3 W1TH M3. 1T DO3S H4V3 TO B3 W31RD

CA: (13 consecutivve reblogs of fanart of a podcast ivve nevver listened to)

EB: hey check out this insane piano composition youll be zonked out of your gourd

AC: :33 < (insanely detailed and vibrant art) drew this in the bathtub lol

TG: what if wolverines invented religion. they could make vehicles out of abandoned shopping carts

AT: i LOVE MY BLORBOS, wHAT DO YOU MEAN THEYRE MY OCS, fROM MY BRAIN

GG: theres something so beautiful aboutmaking fun animal noises. BARKBARKBARK AWOOOOO

CG: (SCREENSHOTS OF A STRAIGHT COUPLE) THEYRE LESBIANS TO ME. THEYRE DOOMED YURI. DO YOU SEE MY VISION

AG: I love violence. Women who love violence, hmu.

TA: the iibm 2y2tem/360 ha2 an almo2t 2exual qualiity iif ii'm beiing hone2t

TT: (art that could easily be seen displayed in a museum as a work of a fine master) its the yaoi

GG: My idiot cat ate my entire fucking cake??? (# He's ok!)

GT: Oh hatsune miku we're really in it now

AA: (image 0f a character wh0 has killed th0usands and injured many m0re) shes like a s0pping wet pathetic cat t0 me

CT: D--> I think I huave autism

TC: (tHe sAmE CrYpTiC MeMe rEbLoGgEd 50 TiMeS, iNtErSpErSiNg wItH ThE ReSt oF ThE DaSh)

GA: For Vampires Drinking Blood Is Like A Sluttier Version Of Eating Pussy Especially If Its Gay

TT: (responding to an incredibly vague and mysterious ask with no context) Hello ectoBiologist. I know it's you.

[rose-bookblood]

The Witch and the Beast | WIP Intro

Genre: fantasy retelling, romance, post-apocalyptic steampunk

Target: NA

Setting: our world, France; centuries in the future

POV: multi (mainly 2), 3rd person limited, past tense

Themes: family, guilt & forgiveness, trauma, oppression, power

Logline: In an attempt to save her father's life, 21-year-old Rosebelle offers herself as prisoner to the king of a forgotten realm, cursed to remain a half-human, half-wolf beast.

Literal logline: Disaster bisexual falls in love with sad wet dog (literally) while juggling his nosy siblings and practicing witchcraft.

Featuring: one-sided enemies to friends to lovers | Arabic bisexual FMC | mixed black-white family | siblings dynamics | vampires, werewolves & witches | Italian pirates | side f/f & m/m pairings

Inspiration: various iterations of Beauty and the Beast and other fairytales

CW: violence, gore, death, descriptions of corpses, blood drinking, trauma & depression, sexual harassment, self-hate & implied self-harm (no physical injuries)

Hi, folks! After ages, I'm finally introducing this project I've been mentioning for months! It really shouldn't have taken me this long to post this, but I'm a busy perfectionist.

The best way I can describe TWATB is if Once Upon a Time and The Vampire Diaries had a child. Hopefully a better written one. It's mainly a Beauty and the Beast retelling, but in book 1 you can see hints of other fairytale characters and, in book 2, all new characters come from different stories. Yes, it is a series, it seems I'm physically unable to write standalones.

Plot

After a nuclear war set technology back and filled Earth's atmosphere with gas clouds that black out the sun, vampires came out of the shadows and subjugated the humans.

Rosebelle Fortier wishes to escape the small French village where she lives, unable to pursue her thirst for knowledge and tormented by a vampire who wants to make her his. Ro's wish comes true with a catch when she offers herself as prisoner to a half-human, half-wolf Beast and his siblings to save her father's life.

Before he angered the wrong witch, Adam ruled the Kingdom of Alsace. Now, he's a monster trapped in his own castle and by a curse that will only break if he learns to love and be loved back. Time is ticking by and, even when a girl stumbles on his path, Adam knows there's no hope: no one will ever love a beast.

As a hidden threat forms, Ro and Adam must come into their own power and fall in love, all before time runs out.

Characters

(* means a character appears in book 2)

Rosebelle Fortier

she/her

the Beauty

bookworm with a thirst for knowledge

curiosity killed the cat etc. etc.

may or may not become a witch

disaster bisexual

Adam d'Alsace

he/him

the Beast

a literal sad wet dog

(he's a werewolf)

(he's also depressed)

currently stuck in a hybrid form

François Guérin

he/him

the Avenant/Gaston

nasty musty crusty dusty

old as fuck vampire

spends his days harassing Ro

Delphine d'Alsace

she/her

eldest sister syndrome

forever plagued by guilt

Ro & Adam's matchmaker

this || close to losing it at all times

Julien d'Alsace

he/him

wishes his family did something to fix the situation

be gay do crime

grumpy but there's no sunshine (yet)

perpetually on the verge of spilling all the tea to Ro

Véronique d'Alsace

she/her

moody teenager

trans & aromantic

wants to be left alone with her garden and books

she and Adam connect on a depression level

Charlotte d'Alsace

she/her

definitely undiagnosed ADHDer

aromantic

a ball of sunshine

loves running around the castle gardens in wolf form

Bianca Chen Hildebrandt*

she/her

the Snow White

princess of the Kingdom of Germany

lesbian

her stepmother turned her into a vampire against her will

is now leading a rebellion

Astrid Morgenstern*

she/her

the Sleeping Beauty

Bianca's loyal knight (in a totally heterosexual way)

pansexual

is currently. you guessed it. asleep

Sebastiano Falconieri*

he/him

the Captain Hook

unsurprisingly, a pirate

bisexual

Italian pride let's gooo

stuck on a magical prison island

Setting

Like I mentioned in the plot, TWATB is set in an unspecified future, after a nuclear war. As a consequence, the planet is cocooned by a thick cover of gas clouds that block all sunlight. Vampires, who had previously been considered a myth, came out of hiding and started ruling over the humans. Besides that unfortunate implication, lack of sunlight also means the climate is colder and living conditions are dire. The story is set in France, but now it looks like Siberia.

The war also set technology back a couple centuries, before the discovery of electricity. There's gas lamps, railroads (not many, because, y'know, lots of ice and snow), zeppelins. And, of course, I couldn't resist the steampunk/Victorian aesthetic.

But that's not all! Even though I'm not sure how much will come across in book 1, since it's set at the castle for 90% of the time, there's more to the setting than "steampunk but cold". I've built a vampire-centric society with its own rules and spent a bunch of time researching what effects the absence of direct sunlight would have, to make everything as realistic as possible.

This is all for now. Hope this "new" project piqued your interest!

— Rose

Taglist: (lmk to be added)

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[asvterias]

𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 ~ 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Part 2

Warnings: F/F Smut, 18+ Content, G!P Hope, Blood Feeding, Vaginal Fingering, Bar Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Praise Kink, Slight Degradation, Oral Sex (both receiving and giving)

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Black!Female!Bartender Reader

Summary: Ever since your (adopted) cousin, Camille died, you haven't been your normal cheery self. But what happens when an old flame from your past – well cami's past meets you again, will you distinguish the flame of yours. Or will you relight it and be a lesbian reincarnation of klaus and cami?

Author’s Note: This really doesn't go according to legacies season 4 plot.

Word Count: 4,722

*gif is not mine, it comes from [x]*

The sounds of loud noises which intermingled with numerous others, Hope and Lizzie walked in, signaling the bell to ring. The scenery was overcomed by loud chattering and up-beat music playing in the background. The two supernatural's survey their surroundings before their eyes land on you by the counter, serving drinks to the customers.

“I'm gonna go feed on miss hot bartender over there,” Hope advises the blonde vampire who just rolls her eyes. “Make yourself useful and don't bother me.” She started to march towards the bar counter, sitting when she gets close to a chair.

If hope was being honest, you were dead drop gorgeous. Starting off with your flawless (hair color) which was styled into two big plaits on the front and was connected making it look like this.

Your brown mocha skin complimented your heart shaped face which trailed down to your plump lips. Which came down to your face, your (eye color) was captivating and than came your breasts, luckily your shirt covered all of it so there wouldn't be any lurking men around. Your waist give away your curves so your pants fitted you perfectly.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” You asked politely, a warm smile present on your face.

“Hmmm...well , what I really want is not on the list,” Hope started off, her eyes already changing her gold color. Cocking your head slightly as your eyebrows furrowed in question at the mikaelson's statement, “I'm looking for something more a bit more lively, if you know what I mean.” Your reaction showed no concern or curiosity, like you were already used to this.

You weren't really scared at this point and for some reason Hope wanted to scare you. Rumors were spread around saying that Hope Mikaelson, the almighty tribid and orphan had shut off her humanity.

You just blinked at this, “Look, I'm no riddler solving, so what the hell does that mean?” Hope backtracked at this, wanting to at least scare you before killing you. You seemed like a hard case and Hope wanted to crack you open into several little pieces.

“What don't I just show you, beautiful?” Hope responded with a wink before turning to the entrance. It was rare that you received compliments from anyone really. But, boy, were you glad that you can't see black people blushing cause if not you'd be a bright tomato. Her hearing of sense picked up on someone shuffling to the door which caused you to turn your gaze.

With the help of the bell which notifies you when someone walks in. Luckily for her, a grown man had just arrived in, heading straight towards the bar counter.

“Hey, can I get a b–“ Hope grabbed his wrist and twisted it, making you flinch at the bones cracking. Now letting her true face form, she viciously bit into the man's neck enjoying the pained reaction from him. Even when draining him, the tribid kept a study on your heart rate and surprisingly it wasn't speeding up or slowing down.

From the man's screaming, it alerted everyone else in the bar to witness the horror scene taking place. Everyone swiftly exited out of the bar with loud murmurs as they shoved one another, desperate to leave not wanting to be hope's next meal.

“Why did you do that?” You asked, seeing that you now have an empty bar.

“Well, because I wanted to.” Hope shrugs, dropping the dead body on the floor with impacts to a loud thud.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? Now, I have to clean up the mess that you caused.” You scoffed, inspecting the body, grimacing at the awful sight. How the fuck were you going to get rid of this body?

“It's okay, princess, don't touch that disgusting body with those pretty little hands of yours.” She reassured you lightly, stopping you mid-way. You swear that you saw a bit of light flickering her eyes but it quickly vanished when she started to call out, “Lizzie! Come here!”

The said vampire walked in with a scowl on her face, “What Hope? Do I look like some lap dog to you?”

“Well, you're sired to me and I command you to throw this body away for me.” Lizzie lets out a huff and picked up the corpses leg and began dragging it out of the bar, probably mumbling something about being a lap dog. Once the blonde was out of your eyesight, the tribid turned her body to you.

Starting to engage in your same conversation, Hope spoke as she surveyed the racks of drinks on display, “You know, you like a challenge don't you?” She squinted her eyes, a bit of curiosity and humor behind those words. Something about you was clearly intoxicating to her and she wants to find out.

Even the almighty tribid loves a challenge every now and then. So to make things more interesting, Hope came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist as she let out a huge sigh.

“Well, I'm a little daredevil if I say so myself.”

“Oh sweetheart, you have no idea who you're talking to.” The young Mikaelson chuckles, running her fingers slowly down your arm making you shiver at the small sensation. On instinct, you turned your head the opposite way, already feeling her eyes burning into your skull.

Knowing that if you look in her eyes, you would be enticed into them without no way out. For some reason you felt that electric spark up in you and you were for certain sure that Hope felt the same. At the end of the night, you two would enamored and controlled by lust too focus on anything else.

“Well, why don't you prove it?” You reasoned, turning around just in time enjoying the way her eyes darken. For the first time in her newly well adapted life, she was confused but also intrigued.

I guess the same can be said for her dick because it was hard. She didn't even know if it was sexual lust or just blood lust but she guesses that she can have both. Hey, just because a vampire's humanity is shut off doesn't mean that they can't have sex. Right?

“Oh, I'll prove it to you alright.” You swear that you almost heard a growl erupt from her lips. Having no chance to at least oblige, she turned you around so fast fully that you almost lost your balance. Now facing her, letting out a deep breath as you both, look at each other lustfully taking in the other's face features.

Being an impatient girl, you intiatied the first kiss with your hands on her cheeks and you felt Hope's hands wander around your waist. She ripped open your shirt which revealed your purple lace bra in the warm atmosphere. Bringing her body closer to yours as she breathes in your scent, her eyes started to change from her hazelnut eyes to yellow eyes with veins started growling underneath her eyes.

She softly bit into your neck which was accompanied by a tiny groan which made your legs grow suddenly weak. Realizing your state, Hope picked you up from your thighs and placed you on the bar counter. Continuing her work, the puncture wound was already made and she began drinking your blood. Your blood was sweet like fresh honey or a refreshing lemonade.

God, she was so addicted to your blood that she never wanted to stop. Hope realizes that if she doesn't soon stop, she'd end up killing you – even though that was her first instinct when she arrived to the bar. She didn't want to stop but her urges were taking over. For her werewolf side, she needed to mark someone in the time span and you were the perfect opportunity.

“Do you want this?” Hope asked.

“Does it look like I'm fucking stopping you?” You replied but was silenced by her popping open your bra, letting your breasts roam free. She placed her fingers on your brown nipples, feeling them harden at her touch alone.

“I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk.”

You exhaled out, “Oh, well, what are you waiting for?” Without any more response, she quickly unzipped your jeans, watching them pool around your ankles when they drop to the floor. Using her vampire speed, you were fully onto the counter and Hope was hovering over you and starts kissing down your neck.

Slowly becoming unbearable as she kissed between your inner thighs. She knew what she was fucking doing to you and kept on playing with you. A shock of electricity shooting through your body as she sucked harshly at your bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck,” You whimpered, hand combing through her hair and gripping it tightly. The sting had her groaning and pushing her face further into your cunt, humming at the sweet taste of your slickness coating her tongue. The vibrations had been enough to send another wave of pleasure through you as you let out a shaky sigh as you lulled your head against the concrete counter.

She pressed her tongue into your entrance. Prodding gently and earning whines from you. “Stop teasing me.” At your request, the tribid began to devour you. You moaned as you felt her tongue press against your squishy walls.

It felt like her tongue had a mind to it's own because when you looked down at her, she found you staring at her with a calm and collected aura in your eyes. Taking apart each detail of your body and face as she worked you to the limit. Then there it was. Sweet release. Lulling your head back in pleasure as you let your juices flow all over her tongue.

The auburn chuckled before pressing the pads of her fingers against your clit, almost immediately causing a breathy moan to erupt from your throat. She was circling it with a delectable pace, flicking it slightly with her middle finger before pinching it between her digits.

“Good girl.” She was cooing praises in your ear, egging you on and watching herself flex and scissor her fingers inside your dripping cunt — just chasing that delicious orgasm, growing nearer and nearer.

A calm silence between the two of you, she pulled her fingers out looking at you pressing her fingers inside your mouth and your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked your cum off her fingers, she shoved her fingers into your mouth causing you to gag opening your eyes to look at her.

No verbal response was given. Only a third finger pressing into your entrance and her tongue flat against your clit as you rocked your hips feverishly. It was enough to send you over the edge, grabbing onto her hair to ground yourself. Hips bucking erratically with a shuddering moan escaping past your lips.

“Please don't stop,” You panted. Smirking at you, curling her fingers to touch your g spot, your back arching onto the cold counter. Your bare shoulder colliding against the counter, “Fuck!” You cried, riding your hips against her fingers.

“Fuck, you look so pretty, falling apart on my fingers,” She whispered, looking up at fucked your state. “Look at me, slut! Making such a mess of yourself.” Her fingers went faster, circling that engorged clit of yours with three fingers, so near to unraveling from her utterly dirty words alone.

You were nodding so exuberantly, her middle and ring fingers slipping inside you with little resistance and pumping with a fervent pace. But god, her own fingers weren't enough— you bet that they couldn't fill you up. The tent on her pants was visible and was eager to fuck you.

“Hope, please- need your help,” You whined, fingers slowing and growing tired, but the heat and throbbing between your thighs never ceased. “Make me cum. Please!”

“Come on, princess. Cum for me again,” She ordered, slapping you onto your pussy.

Gasping at the initial sting but found it that it turned her on a lot. Mewling softly, she rubbed your pussy and smacked it again enjoying in delight seeing your hips jerk at the action. You're squirming, sweaty, and soaked in more ways than one and Hope was the only reason you were like this.

As you felt another orgasm stir in the pit of your stomach which was accompanied by the slight aftershocks of the last few, you raised a limp hand to push Hope away.

“Too much..” You whimpered, doe eyes leaking fresh tears, as Hope looked back up at you with the same carnal desire written in her pupils when she split apart your legs waning a shocked gasp from you. The moonlight bouncing off your mocha skin.

“Sweetheart, we're just getting started.”

Fingers slipping inside of you at a pace that had your eyes rolling back from the friction, you raised your lips to let out a moan. Soon enough, you're releasing all over her fingers as you received body spasms. Giving you a few minutes to catch your breath from the intense orgasm.

“You can put that mouth to better use.” Hope growled watching your tired state. Slowly getting off the table, you got on your knees and gasped in astonishment. Fuck, she was big. The huge tent in her jeans was growing visible by the second.

Looking up at her as she raised an eyebrow in response waiting for you to do something. “Or you just gonna stand there or are you gonna suck me?”

Gasping as you drop to your knees instantly as her eyes follows yours, teasingly unzipping her jeans feeling the large bulge pressed against your hand. Taking you by surprise, her cock sprung out already dripping with precum which you made you water at the sight.

Grabbing her member in your hand pumping it at a fast pace, Hope groaned titling her head back trying to keep herself in composure. Surprising her by placing a kiss on her tip, taking her slowly past your lips, a gasp fell from her lips from above. Hope's eyes flickered open, staring at you in awe, humming and pulling back then you lick a stripe up the underside of her shaft. she grabs your hair making it in a makeshift ponytail, her blue crystal eyes bore into yours.

Repeating the action, this time you sucked lightly and stroked her shaft at the same time, above you Hope's vampire face flickered for a moment. Pulling away and spitting over your hand, pumping her again. Giving it a few more pumps before removing your hand, starting to lick all over her member before deepthroating it. Running her hands through your hair, her hips bucking towards your mouth.

“Hmmm...I never knew that you could take dick so well.”

It was all she needed to release right now, getting a full naked view of you, on your knees giving her the best blowjob she ever had. Grabbing your head instinctively, she pushes you against her cock, roughly face fucking, you comply making sure to hit the back of your throat.

Hot white sperm released in your mouth, which you swallowed all immediately, some of it landed on your face as well, pumping her shaft to drive out her orgasm, groaning as you do so. “Oh god!”

“You've been such a good girl for me,” The tribid continued letting you get up before placing you back onto the counter, “I think that you deserve a good fucking, don't you think so princess?”

Sliding in slowly as your walls encase themselves around her dick, it kinda hurted. Practically wincing at the size, it felt like you were losing your virginity all over again. Luckily, Hope noticed your distressed state and began to speak up, “Ohhh...don't tell me that you've never had someone this big.” Hope teased.

Hope wanted to laugh since you were so demanding a few minutes ago and now you're wincing at that size of her. Maybe you just needed a good fucking to learn your lesson. You breathed out, “No, I just need to get used to your size.”

“Ready when you are.” Hope complied, already grabbing at your hips to hold you down. Giving her a shift nod in response, she pushed herself deeper into you. Getting used to your pattern, Hope started to go rougher enjoying the sounds that erupts past your lips. The faster she went, the more used you got to it.

“Just imagine, someone walking in just to see me fucking a slutty bartender.” Hope teased, holding your hips down as she thrusted into you for good effect making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, [name].” Her thrusts started to become sloppy but that didn't slow her down.

“W-what if someone walks in?” You stammered out which was followed by a loud moan. Even when you are good situations, you always managed to worry about your surroundings. Which can be a problem, especially in your case.

“Then, I'll deal with them but you just shut up and let me fuck you and this tight pussy of yours. Okay.” Hope complied, panting lightly. Deciding too take spice things up, you grabbed ahold of her shoulders and pulled yourself up. So your new position was with your legs hooked around your waist and your arms onto her shoulder blades while she kept you upright by the waist.

“Ohh, we're switching positions now?” It was like she was amused by this but didn't let that stop her. Now her werewolf senses were kicking in so she backed up against the wall opposite the entrance of the door. So you could easily see your body toward the door and hope's back toward them.

You moaned against her lips your orgasm coming closer, “Fuck Hope, I'm gonna cum.”

“Me too.” She hummed pounding into you with the help of her werewolf strength a bit faster while her dick squeezed around your tight walls. Having no luck of containing your moans, you found a free hand and used it as a silcencer.

“No one's here. We can be as loud as you want.” Hope cooed lightly watching you remove your hand from our mouth, “That's much better, don't you think? Besides I wanna hear you screaming my name.” By the way how roughly Hope was fucking you, she's surprised at how you didn't break.

Her forehead pressed against your collarbone as you threw your head back, “Shit! Fuck, I'm gonna cum.” You warned her, eyes squeezed shut, desperate to meet the brink of your orgasm. You clenched around her dick as you saw stars behind your eyelids and you came around her dick but she didn't fucking you until she came sighing lightly.

“Oh god, Hope.” You rejoiced,

“That's right angel,”

The scenery took place as lizzie started walking toward the door but stopped herself when she heard glass breaking and the faint sounds of moans.

“You've got to be kidding me.” Lizzie grumbles, “Here I am doing services like some lap dog while Hope gets laid.”

"Told you we could have some fun." Hope settled you down as she start putting back on her clothes, “But I've got to go, people to torture.”

“Hmm....why don't you stay a little longer.” You persuaded.

Hope pauses for a second, trying to process your words in her brain. She almost gave in but stopped herself from doing so. You wanted her to stay but if she stays than she will start getting attached to you. Soon enough, you would bring her humanity back and she definitely didn't want that. So the Mikaelsons do what they do best— they push their loved ones away to avoid any more drama.

“You will forget about Hope Mikaelson and continue your night.” She compelled you, watching your pupils dilate to her command.

“I will forget about Hope Mikaelson.” You repeated in a monotone voice and stared off gaze. “…and I'll continue my night.”

“I'm sorry, princess but I have to do what's necessary to protect you.” Hope shrugs before leaving the bar which resulted into the bell ringing. Once she was out of your view, you blinked once and pulled out a empty packet from your purse which had the words in bold VERVAIN.

Of course, you weren't stupid about the supernatural world but kept your mouth shut and took vervain daily. Luckily, you had Vincent do a spell to make sure that Hope couldn't taste your vervain when she drank from you.

So seducing her again didn't work. You needed a new plan and one fast. But that was that, you'd have wait till tomorrow. Sighing silently, you walked into the back and grabbed a cloth and began wiping down the tables and began throwing empty beer bottles in the trash.

Back to Hope's point of view after she left the bar and onto the road. Than she's suddenly stopped by herself, the Humanity Hope. No Humanity Hope rolled her eyes at this, “What the hell do you want now?”

“You pushed her away.”

“At least I didn't kill her. That's got be a bonus.”

“Why are you doing this to ourself?” Humanity Hope questioned.

“Because, I've never been more carefree in my life so I'm embracing it now. Besides, [name] is nothing more than a measly fling to me. Her body was fire, I'm not gonna lie but she's just a random hookup.” She nonchalantly replies back, gaze focused on her nails. “Look are you done here? I've got places to be, people to kill. Though one person in particular only comes to mind.”

The two Hope's were a good away distance, too wrapped up in their conversation to even notice that you were in a grave danger. Two men, obviously armed and their identities are concealed so this was gonna be an easy take out. The sound of glass breaking alerted Hope as she quickly diverted her attention. From the sound range, it was close and it came directly from the bar that you were working in.

“Still think that she's just some meaningless fling?” Humanity Hope questioned as No Humanity Hope glared at herself before speeding back inside the bar. Luckily for you, you went in the back to finish up and close up for the night — or what Hope was wishing for.

“Get the hell away from us, bitch!”

“I'll swear we'll shoot.” The other shouted, his hold on the gun was shaking.

“This is gonna be fun,” She chuckles as the two men looked at each confused, “Come on, shoot me! I'm an easy target and I can't wait to see how this pans out. for you obviously.”

Now back to you, it was clear that you hadn't hear all of the commotion because you and ear plugs were a great match together. So while you were dancing to your music, Hope was killing the two robbers with ease. Sadly, your feet moved you back into the front just in time to see Hope draining one of the robbers.

No Humanity Hope was still feeding from the second robber as you held your left wrist in pain. Now gaining her attention back onto you as she start walking towards you, “What's wrong with your wrist?”

“Nothing, I just think that I sprained it.”

“Here drink this!” Hope said, shoving her now damaged wrist in your face. “What good use of you are to me if you're just damaged all the time.” This was your only option now, so you drank some of the crimson blood. The copper on your mouth had a bit of bitterness to it and your face made a definite reaction to it.

“Thanks,” You managed to gulp the thick liquid down your throat.

“Okay, it's not safe for you here anymore.” The auburn advised you, “You're staying with me from now.” Hope demanded as she walked around trying to put everything back the way it was.

“But I have work–“

“God, I've have never seen care about their job this much.” She groans, dropping her head back in annoyance, “And that wasn't a option. Pack your bags, you're living with me.”

The car drive over to your house was immediately awkward, seeing that you're a social awkward person and Hope wanted no interaction at all. Trust me, you didn't even know why you got this job in the first place if you hate interacting with other people. Once your car came to a halt, you had eventually invited Hope in and she surveyed your mini apartment.

Disappearing behind your bedroom door as you listened to Hope's rule. Apparently Humanity Hope stayed close by wanting to pounce on her other self when she's distracted.

“Gee, stalker much.”

“I can't really stalk myself, now can I?”

“Can you quiet down? She's gonna start thinking I'm crazy.” No Humanity Hope stresses.

“Oh, so you care of what [name] thinks now?” Humanity Hope didn't mean to sound rude but rather pleased. Maybe, returning to her old selfless life would be easier than she thought.

“I know what you're doing,” She started, walking towards herself with a teasing gaze in her eyes, "”You think that the little bartender is the key to my humanity. You're so wrong.”

“Hmmm....we'll see.”

No Humanity Hope falsely smiles before shouting out, “[Name], time to go!” Waiting a few seconds later, Hope grew impatient not seeing your figure at the door. “Does she seriously not hear me?” She mutters as she began walking towards your bedroom door only to be met with you still packing.

“You know what, I'm not gonna be waiting for her for the entire day.” Hope groaned before storming into your bedroom. Irritated by the sight of you still putting clothes in suitcases. “Leave the suitcases here, you're getting new clothes.”

“But–“

“No.”

“Hope, wou–“

“Nope.”

“I'll have sex with you again.” You concluded, starting to undo your buttons.

“Really,” She smiles, her eyes lighting up when they landed on your breasts, “Can I put you in different positions this time?”

“Okay horn dog, save that for later.” You insisted, “Come on Hope, I'm hungry.” You brushed pass her, swinging your hips teasingly. Hope groaned, this was gonna be a challenge for sure.

Once you were settled into hope's apartment, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, still not seeing a reply from the number. Normally, Hope would have to be gone, mainly because you claimed that you needed food to survive — like any other human being would. With a reluctant sigh, the tribid had left, obviously went to the nearest grocery store.

Apparently, you had sparked Lizzie's interest and became quick friends on family issues, for some reason. By the time Hope came back, she was met with two sleeping figures sprawled out onto a bed.

Maybe tomorrow is when Hope would locate Aurora but for right now, let's just take one day at a time. If Hope was being honest at the moment, she was jealous at the amount of touching that you and Lizzie were unconsciously doing. So to settle things, she gently picked you up and placed you in a separate bed before leaving to her own bedroom.

Keeping your eyes shut for a few moments before you sneakily peeked one open and the other followed. Rummaging through your bag, you found your phone and quickly turned it on. Tapping onto the message app, you click on your most recent number.

You texted back:

[You]: The plan is set. Start arranging the meeting.

Hope’s aunt: Thanks for the heads up. Will start the meeting.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[rexthefox]

Just got hit with the best AU idea I've had personally so far. It's gonna be a long post so be prepared!

An au that combines both Murder drones and the dragon prince! Focusing on the characters from murder drones placed in the universe of the dragon prince because yes.

The disassembly drones already remind me of moon shadow elves, with the white hair and how most are trained to be assassins! And the worker drones are obviously humans, however absolute solver could be viewed as dark magic! You see where I'm getting at?...there's also the blood moon clan of moon shadow elves that drink blood so like

It depends on your preference for the au but elf vampires would be closer to canon!!

The plot and characters so far would be similar to both.

Uzi is a rebellious human princess who researches dark magic but believes it's wrong, her mother nori passed away due to over using it or got too corrupted or smth, maybe they could have a dark magic curse running in the family that horribly shifts their body after using dark magic too much, mayyybe a curse placed on several human family's by a specific corrupted Arch-Elf?~ (Cyn not aaravos.) I'd like to think Uzi would be lore like Callum in this case as she does take over that role, age adores stories about Xadia and primal magic and probably thinks the elf human war is bull crap

Her dad, Khan rules the kingdom of copper 9 alone, Uzi often sneaks our to town to cause mayhem or be free of her princessly duty's much to her father's dismay.

However everything changes when 3 moonshadow-skywing elf hybrids..(thinking about having them magically made that way due to several curses..and also arch elf Cyn.) Show up in town and start killing some people, Uzi ofc wants to stop this, but her dad ends up forbidding her from leaving the castle, she does it anyway leaves and meets N after he tries to kill her and she successfully over powers him via weird magical weapon her mom gave her, boom railgun knife wand. I'm working on that bit.

It goes about as well as the pilot, Ns vision gets blurred because she hit him in the head, he thinks she's another elf, patches up her hand he cut with his blades and they end up becoming weird friends before Uzi runs off back to the castle before J and V return.

I want to connect the dragon prince story points more to this au as well but I'm out of ideas currently- however some plot points I am considering are:

Uzi is more attuned to the star and moon arcanums at first and struggles with the rest

V ends up tagging along on her and Ns journey to find a way to stop dark magic and because Uzi wants to go to Xadia to learn about the weapon her mom had stolen.

N is constantly a sweetheart as always and tries to befriend humans several times while in disguise, much to Uzi and Vs dismay

Thinking Doll and Lizzy may be the Claudia and Soren In this au (But lesbians instead of siblings....plus like dolls parents are dead-) at least for the first half?? Doll obviously could be a dark mage.

I don't know what to do with Tessa yet but she would become important when J returns later on in the story

But hey if people have ideas feel free to give them to me! Or other feedback on this weird lil au!

I wrote this at 11pm so excuse my grammar mistakes and spelling errors if there are any

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

January recap

Note: Sorry this recap is so late. School has been kicking my ass. It has been hard to do anything other then school and sleep right now.

Ellie Williams:

𝐖𝐇𝐘'𝐃 𝐔 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 @sonderessence Summary: she only needs you when she's strung off drugs & alcohol. Warnings: Angst, Drug Use Special Tag: None Smut: No

Dumb Summary: Drug dealer Ellie likes when you play dumb. Warnings: Drug Use Special Tag: None Smut: Yes

INVISIBLE STRING THEORY @total-dxmure Summary: After losing your girlfriend due to an accident you feel as though you’ll never find love again- but that was before meeting Ellie Williams Warnings: PTSD, Panic Attacks, Mention of Death. Special Tag: Veteran Au, Muitl-Chapter Smut: Yes

Look What You Started. @r3starttt Summary: Ellie is scarily overreactive of you. Warnings: Murder, Bullying Special Tag: College Au, Muitl-Chapter, Dark Smut: Yes

single hot lesbians in your area looking to fuck! @destructive-path Summary: You have a online hook up with Ellie Warnings: None Special Tag: Dirty Smut: Yes

When I was your girl. @hunnylagoon Summary: You and fell in love as nobodies and fell out of love in the limelight. Now you are forced to deal with ghosts who haunt you like a melody. Warnings: Angst, Brake up Special Tag: Singer AU Smut: No

In my room @nyctophiliq Summary: Didn’t your parents tell you to never leave the doors or windows open? Warnings: Rape, Braking and Entering Special Tag: Dark Smut: Yes

Your sister knows best @nyctophiliq Summary: You get a new boyfriend, but Ellie just can’t take the idea of you with someone else. Warnings: Dub-Con, Incest Special Tag: Dark Smut: Yes

BEYOND SALVAGE @angelsforthenight Summary: you’re somebody that’s virtuous, staying in an all girls catholic boarding school. fallen victim to the vast fear of god, you try your hardest not to sin. however what happens when an embarrassing incident catches a certain rogue girl’s attention — who absolutely reeks of sin? Warnings: Religion Special Tag: School AU Smut: None

Abby Anderson

vengeance @atomicami Summary: You’re tired of dealing with your boyfriend’s awful habits. when he ends up crossing the line with you one day, you decide to get back at him, and your not-so-innocent roommate has the perfect way to do it. Warnings: Cheating Special Tag: Video Sex Smut: Yes

Little lamb @mizukiramman Summary: You need to let go of your sins and repent, but only reverend mother Abigail can help you with that. Warnings: Religion Special Tag: Cult Au, Dark, Dirty Smut: Yes

Tripping Over @nyctophiliq Summary:  “a glass full of tension, tips over in time” Warnings: None Special Tag: Dom Reader Smut: Yes

Meant to be yours @nyctophiliq Summary:  “YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART, CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED.” Warnings: Toxic Relationship Special Tag: Jock Au, Dark Smut: Yes

Mizu

Unknown Dances @her-stargirl Summary: Mizu has culture shock while also having to attempt to fit in, however she ends up making a friend at a noble ball. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Smut: No

oversimulated @biibini Summary: Reader get overwhelmed by the pleasure she’s receiving but Mizu just pulling her close. Warnings: None Special Tag: None Smut: Yes

Jinx

Druggy Sister @itsmebytch001 Summary: Your sister finds out you are doing drugs. Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

Just hair @manias-wordcount Summary: Your bush Jinx Warnings: Drug use, Family Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

When I brush your hair @ladey Summary: Your an mother figure to Jinx Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff, Muitl-Chapter Smut: No

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

Vi

Bottoms Up @sleepyangelkami Summary: vampire!reader hasn't been able to drink blood in what felt like forever. luckily for her, vi's there with open arms and an outstretched wrist. Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff Smut: No

Personal Trainer @angelltheninth Summary: Vi is your personal trainer Warnings: None Special Tag: Fluff Smut: No

Sisters @lolita-lollipop Summary: You are the baby of the family and most affected by Vi leaving. Warnings: Family Issues, Mental Health Issues Special Tag: None Smut: No

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Author Spotlight: Amy Marsden

We're excited to bring you a post from Amy Marsden, author of We're All Monsters Here. Read on to hear about how this novella came to be!

I’ve always loved reading and writing, and ever since I figured out I was a lesbian I’ve wanted to see every kind of story with LGBTQ characters front and centre, specifically lesbian and/or sapphic ones. We deserve love and adventure too. I want to write mainly about lesbians not just because I am one, but because I don’t see an awful lot of us in books, or if a character is lesbian, the word still doesn’t appear in the novel. I want to help change that, one book/novella at a time.

We’re All Monsters Here was supposed to be a short story—between 5000 and 8000 words—for a writing competition, but quickly surpassed that word limit. Now a novella over 30k words long, I’m already writing the sequel, and have plans to make it a trilogy. The idea to write about a vampire came to me one random evening, and the premise of her eating the rich sparked after seeing one too many billionaires on the news not caring about us or the planet. I had a really fun time writing it.

Anna, the main character, is the poster child for morally grey. Yes, she’s a vampire who kills people and drinks their blood. But, she tries to do so to horrible people. She doesn’t always succeed, of course, girl’s gotta eat after all, but she tries. That’s the main thing, right? She’s at the weekend retreat to destroy the CEO of a multi-billion dollar oil corporation, his Board of Directors, and, ultimately, his whole company. I know there is a history in media of portraying the villains and anti-hero’s as queer, or at least queer-coded, but as I mentioned above, I want to see queer characters in every kind of story. To be honest, I’d like to read a book where there are no straight characters whatsoever.

We’re All Monsters Here has a lesbian main character in the form of Anna, a lesbian love interest—and so much more—in Saira, a bit of spice and humour and violence, and a fast-paced plot with building tension and twists you won’t see coming. It’s in first person, so you really get into Anna’s head and root for her over the course of the weekend.

It’s available on Amazon now!

Thank you to Sapphicbookclub for this guest spot opportunity.

We’re All Monsters Here - Book Blurb

When Anna is invited to a secluded retreat full of selfish, greedy humans, of course she doesn’t say no. Not only did she manipulate the CEO of the world’s largest oil corporation, Peter Beyer, into organising the four-day getaway in the first place, but no self-respecting vampire would ever turn down such easy prey. Her weekend gets even better when she meets Saira, one of Peter Beyer’s employees, and they begin a whirlwind affair. Blood and beautiful women are Anna’s idea of a great time.

She should have known it was too good to be true.

Hunters are dangerous, deadly, and dedicated to eradicating vampires. When a group of them turn up at the retreat, Anna must use her centuries of experience to escape their ever-closing net. Will she get out unscathed, or will they finally catch up to her? Will she give into her intense and unexpected feelings for Saira, or will she leave her to burn as she destroys all evidence she was ever there?

A fresh twist on urban fantasy, with an added splash of sapphic romance.