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sprout-fics · 8 months

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Gaz is love, Gaz is life, I HAVE A KNIFE 😈

Vampire Gaz asserting his dominance when a guest vampire tries to bite his human for “funsies”?

(Also not the OG Vampire Gaz Anom! Praise the OriGinal)

You know I had to insert vampire Graves in this as a villain just for fun ❤️

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There’s an intruder in the manor.

It was with the flutter of ravens near the gate that you noticed it. A squawking cry that rose over the misty gardens with the gargoyles that seemed to trace your steps with stony eyes. Curious, heedless of the danger, you had crept through the dimly lit corridors just as sunset began to descend with hazy shadows cast through heavy overcast clouds. The hem of your gown traces along the marble floors, bare feet tip-toeing closer to the ornate oak doors that sit at the front of the grand foyer with it’s luxurious, golden inlaid staircase.

A shadow.

Or so you think, the way darkness seems to cling to the stranger as he strides boldly into the manor. He’s not as tall as Gaz, but what he lacks in height he seems to make up with in confidence, sandy hair raked back, a white cravat tied loosely at his throat, dark clothing that more befits a hunter than something akin to royalty. There’s a silvery scar on his right cheek, a broad line that you trace cautiously. You wither backwards on instinct at the sight of him, concealed in the dimness of a corridor as you are. The man radiates danger, and when you catch a glance at his eyes you see an ego there that speaks of desecration, an irreverence for the sanctity of this place you’ve come to call home.

You need to find Gaz.

Yet as you turn back into the interior of the manor, back towards his bedroom, you feel a rush of air at your back. Goosebumps race across your skin.

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing.”

You gasp, only to find your hands snatched in a vice-like grip as you’re spun, caught in the man’s arms as he peers down at you with hungry fascination.

“What’s a little bird like you doing in a castle like this?” He ponders, and when his eyes dart down to the exposed flesh of your neck, where a healing scar of Gaz’s fangs rests, his eyes glint with interest.

“Let go of me.” You whisper, voice hushed in your fright, but as you struggle this intruder only chuckles, low and dark at your fruitless efforts.

“Didn’t take Garrick for one who’d keep pets.” This other vampire whispers, and when he grins you see his fangs glint white. You shudder, face ashen with fear. “Surely he wouldn’t mind if I just had a taste…”

“No-” You try, raising a hand to try and push at him in a vain effort. “D-don’t-”

“Stay still, honey, this will only hurt a bit.”

Panic flares sharply inside you, and you struggle with renewed effort, eyes bright with terror as his mouth opens, his warm breath fanning across your skin.

“Graves.”

Your captor freezes, his fangs only mere inches away from your neck, a hand holding you aside so he can descend to your flesh. Your eyes dart over his shoulder, finding purchase on the figure of your lover standing with poorly concealed fury behind the man who has you hostage.

“Let her go.” Gaz states, fists curled at his sides. His eyes lack the warm honeyed gaze he offers to you, replaced by a glinting goldness that speaks of danger.

Gaz relaxes, twists to look at the other vampire, saying nothing but not releasing you.

“I said.” Gaz repeats, and there’s a different tenor to his voice, deeper, a subharmonic growl that seems scarcely human

“Let her go.”

Graves only smiles wickedly, but heeds Gaz’s words and releases you. You push past him and flee towards Gaz, who catches you in his arms and holds you there protectively.

“Don’t look so angry.” Graves chides mockingly. “I wasn’t going to hurt her, was just going to take a little taste.”

“What do you want, Graves?” Gaz snaps, arms sealing around you so fiercely it steals your breath. You’re buried in his chest, fingers gripping at his loose shirt with the draping sleeves. You refuse to turn and look at the man who’d threatened you. Yet you hear the pleased, menacing tenor of his voice as he speaks.

“I only came to ask once more if you’d change your mind about joining my army of shadows.” Graves drawls, unbothered by the venomous stare Gaz levies at him.

“No.” Gaz answers promptly, cutting off whatever offer Graves continues on with. “Just like the last two times you asked. The answer is still no.”

Graves tuts, annoyed. “That’s a damn shame, Kyle. I really do hope you reconsider.”

Footsteps. He’s walking towards you. Gaz says nothing, not even as you flinch, stiffen as they grow closer. You trust him to keep you safe, but even so you scrunch your eyes shut, feeling the breeze of the man as he stops just at Kyle’s side.

“I hope you don’t regret this.” Graves offers, voice taking on a low, sinister tone, far departed from his earlier mocking drawl. It’s a threat, but you can’t discern if it’s to you, to Kyle, or to you both.

Graves paces a few more steps away before Kyle finally speaks.

“Graves.”

Graves pauses, listening. Kyle doesn’t turn, doesn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. Instead he focuses on you, petting your hair comfortingly in a gentle gesture that is a violent juxtaposition to his next words.

“If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you.”

Graves pauses for a moment, and if you had been looking you’d see the faintest glimmer of fear in the other vampire’s gaze. He covers it up with a derisive little chuckle, footsteps resuming as he makes his way towards the front door, a final, callous remark thrown over his shoulder.

“You can try, Garrick. You can try.”

#gaz garrick x reader #gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle garrick x you #gaz fest #gaz fest requests #vampire gaz

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fire-gift · 2 months

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Welcome to the Théâtre | Interview With The Vampire

"Even in death, Lestat is never far"

#interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #claudia #armand #iwtv fan art #iwtv clips #iwtv promos #this has a tiny bit of new footage #i feel like they're going to release this scene or at least part of it at the ign fan fest next friday #x #iwtv 2

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smokebymoonlight · 4 months

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Homecoming

[1998]

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #slayer #homecoming #1998 #90s #sarah michelle gellar #slayer fest #apple juice

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bloodyvampiregirl · 6 months

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who wouldve thought that brad pitt and tom cruise would give us the zestiest vampire movie to ever exist. this is gay yearning at its finest

#zest fest #vampirecore #vampires #vampire #vampire girl #vampire goth #vampirism #interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire is so fucking gay #by far my favorite vampire piece of media

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star4daisy · 9 months

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the rosestarkillerchaser vamp one shot is already bigger than 15k and I'm afraid it'll only be interesting for me lol but it has been a long time since I had this much fun writing sooo it's worth it lol even if now I have to edit it :(

edit: it's out folks, here is the link if you'd like to check it out

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nanatsuyu · 12 days

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and if I write about Neil getting high and rambling to jean about how Kevin's probably a vampire while jean nods along moderately intrigued about how Neil might be right, what then

#I want to write for stoner fest and some people liked weirdo Neil in the vampire thing so...#Perhaps #Nana text #Aftg

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vampirefest · 5 months

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Happy Holidays from our unholy family to yours

#interview with the vampire #vampire chronicles #iwtv #amc iwtv #anne rice #vc #vampire fest #the vampire chronicles #tvc #amc iwtc #happy holidays

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cosmiccrayonsart · 2 months

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Monster Fest Draculaura (My Version) 🖤🎶

#monster high #draculaura #vampire #monster fest #monster #goth #pink #fanart

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ateezscupid · 1 year

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1 in story prompt + 6 in smut with yeosang? ty!!

1. Yes, you used to be in love with a vampire, but you were just seventeen, and emotions were running high. You broke it off with him before you left for college, and although it was weird to go back to the real world, you knew it was the right thing to do. But then students at your college begin to go missing. Bodies are found on campus drained of blood. You've had enough when your roommate and your new boyfriend disappear. It's time to put on some garlic, grab a stake, and end this relationship. You just hope you can resist his irresistible charms.

6. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

desirable ✩ yeosang 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

plot - your ex-boyfriend will try anything to get you back—even if it means killing people.

genre - smut, yandere!yeosang

warnings - mentions of death/killing, dom!yeo, sub!reader, neck biting, choking, mentions of blood, possessiveness, obsessiveness, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), begging

wc - n/a

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna check pinned for tag list info!

college was way different than you imagined it to be. Cliques filled with the popular kids and filled with the football and soccer kids, but they weren’t mean, so you didn’t complain.

it was weird being back on earth after so long. it’s a long story to explain, so let’s summarize. you fell in love with a vampire during a trip with your family, and ever since then, you’ve been in what looked like a completely different world from your normal one. it was filled with vampires, which wasn’t surprising since your boyfriend told you he would take you to his home.

oh right, your boyfriend. or your ex-boyfriend, yeosang. you met the day you went on the trip for your birthday. a trip to the mountains with a few of your other friends, jennie and san. you didn’t expect to meet such a handsome man in the mountains; your parents always told you it was filled with rednecks.

everything about him had you falling in love. you loved his curly black hair and his pretty golden eyes, or red eyes. they’d always change color, and with every color they were, you loved them. he wasn’t that much taller than you, but you still loved how your head would fall on his chest whenever he’d hug you.

that was another thing about yeosang, his bear hugs. for a vampire, his hugs were terrific. his strong arms around your body, his chest against your head, and his body entirely warming yours. you could’ve hugged him forever.

yeosang convinced you to leave everything behind and join him in his world; a world without drama like yours. a world where you would be accepted for your who you are and a world where you’d be with him forever. being 17, you didn’t realize the risk of this but agreed to leaving with him anyway. of course, he waited for your trip to be over so you still had time to spend with your family and friends.

once your trip had ended, he took you to a cemetery you were unfamiliar with. he brought you to his grave, one of many, and told you to place your hand on it. hesitantly you did so, and felt yeosang’s hand above yours. what felt like a few seconds, but was really hours, you opened your eyes to a completely different world.

you assumed it was a world for people, or beings, like him with powers that would confuse the average human. obviously in his eyes, you weren’t the average human.

he showed you around his home. beautiful wasn’t enough to describe this place, it kind of resembled story book villages in a way. it was small and quiet, but the sounds of laughter and people made you want to stay here. yeosang loved how your face lit up upon seeing his world, and he hoped in his heart that you’d stay with him.

but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

by the time you had turned 18, you felt extremely homesick. yeosang tried his best to make you feel at home, but it didn’t work. his efforts didn’t do much. you missed your parents, your friends. you didn’t know if you had just gone missing or if there was someone replacing you in the human world. either way, you wanted to leave.

you went to the same place you before when you first came to this world, and placed your hand on a tree nearby. you made sure to leave yeosang a note explaining why you were leaving him, which you knew would probably make him confused but you didn’t have time to explain.

just as you were about to leave, yeosang was running up the hill trying to reach you. he grabbed your hand and begged you not to leave, but you couldn’t stay. you couldn’t stay in this place with him anymore without your family and friends. and not only that, but it was only a matter of time until yeosang decided to bite you. you didn’t want that.

you take your hand out of his hold and sag your last goodbyes before leaving and returning to your world. surprisingly, it was like you had never left. everyone acted as if you had been here the year you were gone. you didn’t want to worry too much about it.

you were home. finally home. you could start college and you could get your life back together and not worry about yeosang.

you were free. but not for long.

it was 7:00. san should’ve been here by now. he promised he’d pick you up at 5:30, but he was nowhere to be found. and jennie wasn’t answering your calls? what was going on?

they seemed perfectly fine during class, alive and well. what could’ve happened in the past four hours that caused them to not answer any of your calls or texts? it was odd. you tried brushing it off and thinking they were busy with something, but this was unusual even for them. they’d never ignore your calls for this long.

you walk over to your window and look out to see if you could catch one of them walking to your dorm. maybe their phones died and they weren’t able to reach a charger? that’s believable.

maybe your suspicions were right and they were hooking up behind your back! even though both jennie and san denied it, it could always happen. even though jennie and san hated each others guts, you were allowed to have your suspicions.

as you looked out the window, you saw a pair of eyes staring back at you. it was weird how you could see them so clearly considering it was dark outside. you became more uncomfortable when they started moving toward the doors of your building.

immediately you closed your window and shut the blinds, running out to your kitchen and grabbing a knife. if this was the person who was taking all of those students then you needed to be prepared if they tried coming for you. on any other day, it would’ve been some random student but it was different. those eyes were staring directly at your window as if they were waiting for you to look.

you could only assume it was the person who was doing these things to the students, or it was yeosang. his eyes would turn red sometimes. it had to have been him. it didn’t make sense for it to be anyone else? you’re nice to everyone and nobody has a reason to make you their enemy, so why would-

“knock knock.” a voice rang from outside your dorm. you whipped your head over and tighten your grip on your knife. looking to your right, there was an unopened bag of garlic. vampires didn’t like garlic, right? you could use that. you snatch the bag off of the counter and slowly move toward the door, reaching a hand out to grab the door knob.

“it’s me, y/n.” the voice spoke. it was yeosang. maybe he was visiting and it coincidentally was around the same time students at your college were going missing and their blood was drained from their bodies? no biggie!

you open the door. there he is, standing in all his glory. his gorgeous black orbs and his pretty black hair, then his outfit that actually resembled the victorian era nicely.

god, he looked delicious. wait, you have a boyfriend. why are you thinking about things like this?

you try shutting the door but yeosang caught it quickly, digging his nails into the wood and forcing the door open. that alone caused you to drop everything you had in your hands. he saw the garlic drop on the ground and started laughing.

“did you really think garlic would get rid of me? darling, i’m a vampire, not a storybook character. garlic doesn’t hurt me.” he caressed your cheek gently.

“why are you here? i said i was breaking up with you and i meant it! i’ve already moved on so we can’t date!”

“oh, you’re adorable.” yeosang slams the door behind him as he enters.

“you don’t seem to understand, my love. you’re mine. your body is full of me just like mine is full of yours. everything about you is mine. dating or not, you belong to me.”

“i belong to no one,” you take a step back, which triggered yeosang to step forward. “you need to get over me.”

“i licked it so it’s mind.” he blurted out, your cheeks turning pink. “you can’t get away from me now. we mated, don’t you remember? you can never get rid of me.”

“y-you’re fucking insane, cant you hear yourself?! who would want to date someone who acts like you?!”

he narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath. “i know you’re a bit startled, so i wont get mad—”

“startled doesn’t even begin to—you went around my fucking college kidnapping people and killing them! why the hell would i—in what fucking world—” you paused, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself down. “in what universe do you believe i’d ever get back with you after the shit you pulled?”

“in this universe. you cant resist me baby.” out of nowhere, his hand is wrapped around your neck and he’s pinning you against the door. as much as you want to fight back, you couldn’t help but get turned on.

“my tongue still remembers the way you taste.” he lifted your chin and forced you to look at him. those words alone made you want him even more.

“i-it does?” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. “can you prove it?”

“of course—”

“after you tell me what you did with jennie and san. i know they couldn’t have just disappeared out of nowhere, you did something to them!”

yeosang’s lip twitched, and he tightened his grip around your throat. you were being choked and you could care less. he leaned closer, his nose poking yours. his lips were inches away from yours and you desperately wanted to feel them again. you wanted to feel his soft ones against yours. you needed him so bad.

it was like he was going over your mind. he smashed his lips against yours, and you kissed back, his hand leaving your neck and moving to your midsection. he leads you away from the door and toward the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. he kisses up and down your neck, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“yeosang,” you whine. his aroma was so intoxicating. he smelled like whiskey, flowers, and candles. it was an odd mixture but a favorable one nonetheless.

“i love your body so much,” he rasps against your neck, nestling into it. “i missed it so much.”

“show me how much,” you rumor against his lips. he drones and clutches your shirt, pulling up and over your head and tossing it on the floor. he gazed at your chest, bringing one nipple into his mouth and massaging your breasts.

“love,” he murmured. “your body is amazing. get these off,” he messes around with your pants, and you undo the knot, standing up for a second to remove them. they pooled at your feet while yeosang gaped at your body. so ravishing, all for him.

you posed back on his lap, rolling your hips on the bulge growing in his pants to feel friction. his hands went across your body while yours dragged down his, tugging at them before pressing your hand underneath. a groan left his lips when he felt you palm him. you grin at the noise he made.

“fuck, you’re so hard….” you whisper. “were you holding off for me?”

“very much so.” he huffs, lips shifting back into your nipple. “i missed you so much, words can’t describe it.” he licked and sucked on your nipple, resulting in your wetness pooling in your delicates. yeosang notices the dampness on his pants, and he can’t help but chuckle. getting yourself, all worked up for him.

“on your knees,” he instructs, and you do so without reluctance. you unbuckled his pants and yanked them down. he raised his hips to aid you, and his cock sprang into your face. you were sure he wasn't this big before.

“did you get bigger?” you glance at him. yeosang chuckles and tangles his fingers in your hair.

“don’t ask questions. get to it.”

“demanding much?” you grinned as you lower your head, opening your mouth and welcoming his cock inside. you closed your lips around him, tasting the saltiness of his precum on your tongue. yeo groaned loudly at the warmth of your mouth and began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. he didn’t want to overwhelm you since he assumed you hadn’t blown anyone since the last time you two had been together. and he was right, you hadn’t.

“fuck, you’re doing great.” he’s going down your throat little by little. you didn’t realize how easy it would be, but it felt nice. it was nice knowing you could please him after so long. you place your hands on his thighs and hollow your cheeks. that one action made his hips stutter.

“your mouth feels so good.” he tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head down further, causing you to gag on his length. he felt your nails dig into his thigh as he hit the back of your throat. he was worried about hurting you, but you knew to tap him when it became too much.

“fuck, yes…” yeo’s head falls backward, his hips moving at an erratic pace. his head felt like it was spinning as he neared his high. just when he was about to release in your mouth, he pulls your head off of him. you gave him a confused look.

“why’d you—” your sentence was interrupted when he lifts you and throws you onto the couch, a hand trapping your wrists together and pinning them above your head as he got in between your legs.

“i haven’t seen you in years, i couldn’t wait.” his tip brushed against your clit. “tell me what you want.”

“y-you should already know.” his hand finds its way back to your neck, wrapping around it and squeezing tightly. his face was now inches away from yours.

“don’t act stupid.” yeosang whispers into your lips, goosebumps appearing on your skin as his hips rolled against yours. his mouth makes its way toward your neck and he bites down gently. not enough for his fangs to go through, but enough to pinch.

“yeo, p-please.” you grip his shoulders. “please f-fuck me, i’ll do anything.”

without words, he lined himself up and eased inside of you. his hand which was on your neck was now sliding up and down on your thigh. you hissed being stretched out by his length. it had been so long since you’ve felt like this, you felt like you were floating.

“let me take care of you.” he smiled against your neck, opening his mouth and pressing his fangs against your skin. “you’re mine. nobody else can have you.” you felt them pierce through your skin as he began thrusting, a mix of pain and pleasure courting through your body.

“i-i…love you so so so much,” you whine. he groans as blood pooled in his mouth. he pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

“i love you too, pretty.”

@cup1dtiny ✯✧✯

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year

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February Filth Fest - Day 26

Pairing: Yeosang x fem!Reader Prompt: Vampire (omegaverse was the other option) WC: 3.3k Summary: Yeosang is a good vampire. He only hunts animals, he doesn’t meddle with humans, he’s tried to live an upstanding afterlife. Yeosang isn’t perfect, but he tries to be. Then you came along. A human, unaware of how delicious you smell. TW/CW: BLOOD (he’s a vampire), animal death, scent/tasting kink?, heavy “damnation” references, no protection mentioned. It’s a vampire au?

It was a fitting punishment for his sins, falling for a human girl. So delicate, so fragile, so vulnerable in comparison to a vampire no matter how malnourished. Every second with you tested him. Holding your hand felt like dousing himself in holy water and still he couldn’t help pressing his palm against your wrist to feel your heartbeat in his palm.

There were so many reasons he could not, should not, be involved in your life. He’d tried telling you starting with his inability to cook, his quiet personality, the way he could only hang out in person for short spurts. So many more that he couldn’t possibly tell you least of which was his occasional craving for the taste of blood. Especially your blood. Your blood which smells sweet and floral and crisp like apple blossom water was running in your veins instead of iron and oxygen.

It was particularly bad during your weekly drama watch. Starting on opposite sides of the couch somehow you’d still end up with the side of your torso resting against his arm, hot and heavy, head tilted away from him exposing the underside of your chin. Still as a statue he forced himself to sit facing forward for fear he would be able to see your heartbeat pulsing in your artery and be unable to help himself. In those moments, when your eyes would flutter with a yawn, nestling into him, he felt most like the monster the storybooks made his kind out to. Fangs extending in his saliva filled mouth, lubricated and prepared to make precise incisions to feed from. He’d suck back the drool and make an excuse. Astigmatism- he couldn’t drive too late! Or an early morning so he had to leave immediately. Anything easily believable and difficult to fact check.

It was an easy slip up. Yeosang had miscalculated the time between your drama catchup session and his next feeding by a few days. The short month of February had thrown him off, as it always did, but it had never been an issue until you. You who had a standing obligation with him. You who he craved so desperately. You who he was so sure he could fight off his natural instincts for that he ignored the itch of his tongue and went to your house. Your house that was filled with your scent, your sanctuary that he had tricked his way into.

He knew he’d fucked up the second you opened the door. Legs and arms fully exposed you hugged him on sight, if he’d been less than fully covered the warmth of your bare skin surely would have set him ablaze. “Aren’t you warm, Sangie? It’s like 60 degrees!” Your bright smile, so trusting. It would be so easy to just grab you and-”no, It’s best to try to acclimate as warm as possible so the summer heat doesn’t get you.” “Well, come on in, we have two whole episodes plus they released an extended…” you rattled off as he stepped over the threshold. After the first time you’d invited him in he didn’t need to wait. The invitation was permanent unless reversed by a ritual. A ritual Yeosang doubted you were even aware of. Still he liked to wait for your permission, another invisible boundary he put up.

You’d already poured him his customary glass of dry red wine otherwise he’d have told you not to. His veins dry, the alcohol quickly swirled around and engulfed his body. You smelled so good. Maybe better than you’d ever smelled. “Did you do something with your hair? New shampoo?” Yeosang slurred as you relaxed back into him. “No, actually I forgot to shower today…so maybe the extra oil is making my hair longer?” Drool pooling in his cheeks, Yeosang sucked the saliva from his mouth, swallowing hard. So pliant already he wondered how the acidity of the wine might compliment the fruity sweetness he smelled on you. He tried to eat a few kernels of your popcorn as the first episode started to soak up what his body hadn’t already osmosed but the kernals stuck tacky in his mouth. He doesn’t even notice his fingers traveling the length of your arm to grip your wrist. Not until you stretch, hitting him with a fresh wave of your scent, heart rate accelerating in his grasp. You squeak as his hand tightens. Yeosang leaps away from you the second he realizes what he’s done, fangs long in his mouth he stammers. “Its late, sorry I have to- my eyes aren’t good at night and- well it’s late and we got started late.” He’s yanking his shoes on kneeled in the entryway looking like you’ve deeply offended him. “Yeosang we’re barely through the first episode, can’t you last 15 minutes?” He’s pinching his nose as he looks at you, eyes pleading, “I can’t be here a minute longer really I’m so sorry it’s not you-” Yeosang looks physically pained as his second shoe slides on, standing to face you. You can’t help yourself, reaching out to tenderly fix a lock of his hair.

Yeosang does it automatically despite having tempered the instinct for many years. Eyes narrowing he charms you as you touch him. For you it’s instantaneous, for Yeosang it’s a slow motion horror show as your eyes roll backwards, body starting to crumple to the floor. He catches you, cradling your limp body. His hair raises, stomach turning. He’s hungry, you’re available. You’re his friend. It would be so natural for him to just lean over and sink his teeth into the side of your neck, painless for you, he’d be done before you woke up. At worst you’d wake a little woozy and with a couple of small wounds on your neck, easily written off by your fall. “I can’t. I have to focus. I can’t.” Yeosang heaves your dead weight over his shoulder and carries you to your bed. The length of your hallways feel miles longer than they used to be. Your room is as wide as an ocean, swimming drenched in you, the air is so thick he can taste it. Softly collapsing onto your side on the mattress. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pants, gently arranging your limbs and fixing your hair.

Eyes bleary you see his mop of black hair and stark white skin. A pleasant mirage that your fingers search and grasp for. “Don’t leave. You can’t.” The vision fades to black, drifting back into a glorious dream. Floating. Yeosang. The sun is so hot. His kiss is a cool sip of water. You drink, lapping at dew drops unable to quench your thirst. The sun is so hot it warms you from the outside, baking your heart, setting fire to your veins. But he still feels so cold. You need the cold or you’ll turn to ash. You need him.

Each of your fingers interlacing with his damns him and your soft voice seals the writ. A predator held captive by his prey. The itch at the back of his mind, the hunger, almost felt like penance. The sting of cosmic retribution. Muscles stiffening he tries to readjust your hand in his, your heart fluttering wildly. “Sangie?” You call in a whispered pout. “I’m here. I’m not leaving.” It’s my fault. I should be the one to burn and be consumed by the consequences of each of my dumb decisions that led me here. Laying down next to you, face up stiff as a board, Yeosang stares at the ceiling. He tries to center himself. Tries to ignore the monster he is. Tries to sink into the guilty feeling and let it absorb the others around it. You inch your way across the gap, jolting him with your fiery touch. A smoldering ember pressed to his side, you sigh happily unaware of the scorching pit of damnation you’ve opened up below Yeosang. Sinking into him he’s like soft fresh linens, crisp and refreshing. The cool side of the pillow on a warm night, slowly absorbing your heat as you drift between conscious and unconscious.

Yeosang slips his phone out of his pocket. It’s been a minute since he’d last charmed another human but he doesn’t recall it lasting this long. Dangling his leg off the side of the bed he wiggles his foot, each second an eternity. Your pulse is slow and steady, like a metronome keeping the seconds of his captivity. The tug between letting his mind wander and keeping it penned in is intense. Letting his mind wander passes the time quickly. Letting his mind wander, it takes dangerous roads. Roads that lead between your thighs, another opportune place to bite. Soft tender flesh of the inner thigh, the apex of blood and sex. How sweet you must be there, how velvety, how delicious… Fuck, he can’t do this. He can’t do this. Yeosang doesn’t have to look hard for your keys, hung on a small hook just inside your door. He just needs a snack. Something small. Something easy. Something to get him through a couple more hours with you. A squirrel. A fat sluggish thing gorging itself on street trash. The catch is easy for him, unfairly easy. Unable to comprehend inescapable fate it has reached it fight and wriggles in Yeosangs palm. He’s merciless and efficient with it, snapping the neck quietly between his hands. Gulping and slurping sickly at the reddish fluid the circle of life continues from one gluttonous beast to the next. His stomach churns and works itself into knots as though the wrathful hands of god were grabbing and squeezing him like he had his meal. Tossing the corpse to the side he doubles over, coughing and gagging. Blood dribbles from the side of this mouth staining his skin a pale pink. Toes of his shoes dragging on the pavement he wills himself back to your side, sliding the door open quietly, hanging your keys back into place, and slipping next to you. It’s his fault. It’s all his fault. He has to deal with the consequences. It’s all his fault.

“Sangie?” “Had to use the bathroom,” he lies. “You smell like smoke and metal.” You sling your leg back over him, trapping him. Back to the inferno for him he swallows hard. “Are you feeling better?” “If I say I am, will you leave?” “Yes.” “I’m feeling horrible, please stay.” Yeosang’s laugh comes out more like a sob, diaphragm flinching and punching the air from his lungs. “You’re so difficult.” “Why do you want to leave so badly? Can you just tell me the truth for once. I don’t even mind that you lied so many times….” He’s been dreading this moment, somehow inevitable despite his continuous promises to someday disappear. Rooted to the spot he sighs. “Please Yeosang, I’ll drop it. I’ll never ask again.” “I want to eat you and I don’t know how much longer I can stop myself from doing so.”

It wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed something was weird with Yeosang. It was his charm. A cross between a victorian man and an otaku he was a man of quiet contradictions. Funny and smart but spacy and wistful. Always cool to the touch but never cold. Content to open doors and hold your hand but hesitant to loosen his strict rules. “Okay, how can I help?” Yeosangs eyes bulge in his head. “I can’t. I can’t ask that of you.” “How come you haven’t before? You’ve had chances.” “I messed up. My schedule is off. Tonight was supposed to be the night. You’re not in danger but…” he trails off. You squeeze him, “You’re hungry? A tear slips from the corner of his eye onto the pillow. “I’m your host. I shouldn't let my guest starve.” His fingers slip from your hand to your wrist. “Are you sure? I promise I can make it as painless as possible I can-I can-” he stutters, mouth coating itself in preparation. “I don’t care if it hurts, I want you to stay.”

Mentally he rips in two, ecstatic and frightened. “Oh-okay.” This is not how he expected you to answer. This isn’t how most humans answer. “Do you need to…from a specific place?” Wringing his hands is glances, raking over your body. “Neck, arm, thigh. Those three are the easiest. Neck and arm are more easily spotted. I can try to be as precise as possible but you’ll have…you’ll be marked. For a week or two at least. Thigh is…it has to be your inner thigh, quite high up.” His eyes catch on the bunched fabric of your shorts. “So then…thighs seem the best, I don’t mind if you don’t.” Trembling, he kneels at your feet, hands caressing your shins. Vibrating so quickly he could shake a bolt loose from the bedframe his fingers slowly travel up your inner thighs. It’s like every shameful fantasy he’s had while chin deep in a deer carcass. “Yeosang, that tickles!” He glares back at you, slapping your thigh lightly. “I’m trying to concentrate, it’s been a minute since I’ve done this with a human.” The closer his face gets the more potent you are, a dizzying perfume. Fangs fully descended, they glint in the night, pointed pearly white. “You know, you’re really hot when you look like you’re about to devour me.” “How do you know I won’t?” His fangs glint as he smiles, licking his lips. Slowly he lowers his mouth to your inner thigh, midway to your apex. Your heart rate jumps as you giggle. Slowly he presses open-mouthed kisses up your thigh, despite his heart not pumping blood for a century his chest still feels like it might explode. The thrumb of your artery grows closer, the sensitive skin of his lips honing in on the perfect spot. Tongue laid flat his slowly licks the patch of skin, sucking at it gently, teasing himself, prolonging the anticipation, letting your heart rate grow to a frenzy. His hand catches your opposite thigh as it threatens to clench around him, Fangs glancing your supple flesh you squirm and sigh. “Yeosang please!” You tug his locks gently, tilting his face up to look at you. “Please just do it.” “Prey that begs, that’s a new one,” he sucks a pretty purple bruise into you as you moan and wiggle.

With one swift move his fangs puncture the fragile skin right at the apex of your thigh. The holes are incredibly clean, blood flowing immediately. Mouth open in a silent scream, your back arches, the adrenaline numbs the shot of pain that travels the length of your nervous system. If Yeosang thought your scent was strong before it was suffocating now. The first taste of you lingers on his teeth pricking his tongue. Losing his reason almost entirely he laps at the wound, palms pressed to either side, encouraging blood to flow out. It sears him from the inside, white hot as it overflows into his mouth over his lips and tongue. He can hardly help his palm rubbing your clit indirectly, your pleasure adding a spice to your natural flavor. He sounds sinful as he feasts, lips smacking, slurping, growling and groaning. His hips grinding into the bed as he dips the tips of his fangs back into you, just slightly, just enough to keep you open. “You taste so fucking good,” Yeosang snarls, dropping to the floor at the side of the bed pulling your ass with him, thighs balanced on either side of his shoulders. The feed having renewed and emboldened him. “Do I? Fuck, Yeosang it feels so good.” Lips locking around the open wound he draws deeply, sending you squealing and writhing against the sheets. Gulping he follows the trail to its natural conclusion, slipping his tongue over your clothed slit. “Yeah babe, like apple pie. Can I take these off? Don’t want to get blood on your sheets or clothes.” You nod, hurriedly stripping. “We’re going to make your first time so good,” he says, slipping two fingers into your cunt with ease, tongue returning to the trickle of warm blood dripping down your thigh. “I’m not-” Yeosang gives you a withering look, “you’ve been bitten before?” “No but-” “-Then it’s your first time.” suckling the wound, he pumps his fingers in and out of your walls. He likes the tingles of pain that shoot down his spine as you tug his hair closer, encouraging him to continue. He loves how you quiver as he sucks harshly, heels pressing into his back to ground your aching legs. Most of all he needs to ruin you for anyone else who tries to replace him.

Yeosang hardly notices that he’s stripped himself. Lost to the scratch of your fingertips twitching in his hair as you cum, he could’ve completed a marathon without knowing. Your walls fluttering he gently licks the clotting holes, savoring in the mixture of your release and your blood. Letting the flavors mix and meld on his tongue like a fine wine. Shakily he stands, fitting the head of his cock to your entrance. Finally able to appreciate his body he looks like the statue of David himself. Marble white and cut from the same stone he’s had time to craft the perfect image of a man. He pushes into you easily, walls eager to accept his length. Mouth dropping open and head falling back he looks possessed. Your cunt is like an iron brand enclosing and searing his cock. It had been so long since he’d felt another person on him so intimately he’d forgotten the depth of the heat that it could spring in his stomach. Hunching over you his forehead on yours he bears his teeth, using all of his strength to fuck into you like a ragdoll. Practically levitating from the vigor of his thrusts he scoops you from the bed, letting gravity aid in forcing him deeper into your walls.

“Yeosang!” Your voice bounces with each slap of skin on skin. “Isstoomuch!” Your core clenches down around him painfully. “Just a little more, you can handle just a little more can’t you? For me just a little more?” Yeosang begs, face pressed to your neck. Blood pressure spiking high his senses alert him that you physically can’t go much longer without passing out. The pressure is so intense you clamber in his arms, searching for relief, finally biting down on his shoulder as he chases his high blindly. Pulsing and clenching, fucking you feels like damnation, indulging in every sin on the way down to the pit. He chokes back a whine as he paints your walls white. The sudden heat pushes you over the edge with a groan, your release reopening your wounds, blood trickling down Yeosang’s abs, streaking his pelvis with blood and cum. The scent tickling his nostrils he stoops to tend to you immediately, dropping your back to the bed so you can ride through your high on his tongue and fingers. “Don’t leave! Don’t leave,” you chant and grapple at the sheets, hand seeking his to hold. He smiles tenderly, humans, such funny things. Willing to bleed out if it means being able to hold their lovers hand. “Will I- am I-” “Turning is a much more involved process. Don’t worry.” Yeosang collapses back on the bed, hand still in yours, feeling your pulse through your wrist. It’s almost quiet enough to hear the thudding of your heart in the night in between breaths. If each person has a monster at least he’s yours.

I”M SORRY I FELL OFF. I met Johnny Suh and Eric Nam irl and tbh since then i’ve had writers block pretty extensively.

That said, I wrote this one because I was excited about it and I plan on looping back to complete a slew of half written prompts so hopefully some of those got posted before this!!

As always thank you for all the likes and feedback, it still stuns me that people make it passed the first paragraph.

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From the previous vampire!Gaz thot drabble, his new prize lover cant drink his blood or theyll become like him, what if they accidentally bit too hard? Not accidentally but they thought about what he said about wanting to stay together forever, but didn't consider that his lover is human so they took it upon themselves to try and become like him?

I've had this sitting in my inbox for WAY TOO LONG anon I am SO sorry.

It’s a curse to love a vampire.

Love for you means red dripping into pristine white lace, wet gasps into dark skin, glinting pale fangs and the shine of gold that overtakes warm brown eyes. It means candle lit castle halls that you roam endlessly, hands tracing along flowering wallpaper and ancient murals of ages long past. It means you only ever dine alone, with his company and his plate empty of mortal food. It means you’ll age, unlike him, will eventually grow old and watch your body outgrow him. It means Gaz was here since before you loved him, and he’ll be here after you’ve gone.

You try not to think about it. Neither of you speak of this curse that has befallen you. Neither of you speak of the fact that every time Gaz drinks from you that he’s leeching years off your life. You don’t speak of the fact that you offer yourself a willing sacrifice to his sacrilegious altar, expose yourself to his fangs and whisper his name in heavenly adoration.

He’s refused to turn you. You asked only once, and Gaz’s eyes had turned to you in despair, grief for a lifetime of no end written across the warm brownness of his gaze.

“You’ll never die.” He whispered to you, holding your face so he pressed a beloved kiss to your forehead. “You’d live and live and live only because you take the lives of others as you do.”

“I’d live with you.” You’d whispered in return, eyes closed as you tried to imagine your death without him.

“You’d have to kill to do it.” He rasped, heart aching, holding your face between his palms. “I don’t want that, and neither do you.”

You hadn’t asked again.

Yet as time passed, as you woke in the mornings without him and felt the ache of loneliness dwell between your ribs, you wondered if you’d spend the rest of your life like this. You’d grow old and grey and he would remain unchanging, youthful and beautiful even in his danger.

It’s in a fit of despair that you do it.

You're seized with emotion as he drinks from you, fangs sucking against your neck as he makes little wanting sounds of pleasure. Braced in his lap, your nose buries into the skin of his shoulder, brow scrunched with mild discomfort. Every drop of crimson he drinks down is another hour, another day you won’t get to spend with him- a lifetime cut short for the curse of loving something you aren’t.

He’s warned you before that you can bite him, but you can never break the skin. He can drink your blood, but for you to drink his is to inhale his curse, to change yourself into something far beyond mortal, a creature of the night like himself. It would be excruciating as your body rewrites itself from the inside out, and the hunger-

You see a vision of him laying your withered form in red thorny roses in the graveyard, of using them to pierce his heart in his grief.

You bite down onto his skin.

…Red.

Like the molten interior of a dormant volcano now rising to the surface, it explodes across your tongue. Yet you swallow, feel the fire of it course down into your stomach and set it ablaze in violent attrition. Gaz’s yell of surprise and pain is muffled by the sudden blinding pain that erupts across your form, mouth dropping open in a ragged, breathless gasp as your body seizes in rebellion of the crimson curse you’ve swallowed. It steals the breath from your lungs in consuming heat, makes you throw your head back and gaze at the canopy of his bed unseeingly.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts unlike anything you’ve ever felt in your life, an incomparable pain that you think will consume you instead of change you. Your scarlet stained mouth parts in a feverish, wrecked cry as Gaz hauls you from his form, lays you into the silk sheets and braces above you. The world spins, and the only thing you can focus on is him.

His eyes are full of grief.

“What have you done?! He asks in cracked despair, raising a hand to your face. It burns.

You want to tell him you did it for you both, that you want to be here with him forever, that you can’t stand another daylight without him.

You want to tell him you love him.

Instead you arch off the bed in a soundless scream, his blood dripping down your chin as the curse lays itself against the marrow of your bones. You feel the wetness of his tears drip onto your cheeks, hear the wail of his voice as he holds you through the pain.

“What have you done?”

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