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Bloody Moon (Kaname Kuran x (Human) Pureblood Y/n)

ShizuyoToshisuta333

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Yuki-Chan does not exist in this, she was killed by Reno-Tama before the fight. You are not related to Kaname-Senpai, your dad died during the fight when helping his best friend Haruka-Sama fight Reno for revenge for killing Yuki, your mom and Juri-Sama sacrificed their lives to save yours, but you don't remember anything.

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This is a reader-insert type story so i will write the reader-insert parts like so:

(y/n):your name(l/n):last name(e/c):eye color(h/c):hair color(h/l):hair length(b/s):bust size(chest size)(c/s):clothes size(n/l):nail length(n/c):nail color(l/c):lip color(b/t):blood type(f/s):favorite smell(f/t):favorite taste(sweet/salty/sour/etc.)(f/c):favorite color(s/f/c):second favorite color(s/c):skin color(e/p): elemental power(e/p/c):element power color:Fire=Ruby red, Ice=Light blue, Water=Dark blue, Air=White, Lightning=Bright yellow, Light=Vibrant orange, Dark=Royal purple, Metal=Tin gray, Earth=Grassy green.)(f/j):favorite jewel(f/a):favorite animal(f/f):favorite flower(f/w):favorite weather

Yes, I know it's a long list. But I wanted to give as much freedom to the reader as possible while keeping it similar to my version of the vampire knight story.

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Chapter 1: A Winter Storm

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"It’s cold." I say while shivering.

'White snow.'

"What is white?" I ask while looking around, "What is snow?" I ask as small cold balls fall on my glove and in my very long h/c hair.

'It is something that is not red.'

"So then, what is red?" I question, A man walks forward from the snow, "Are you lost, little girl?" He asks with a creepy smirk, the aura surrounding him being a dark purple.

'That's.'

"Want your blood." He states with blood lust in his eyes, and his hostile aura bursts out at me.

'Beasts in human form that drink the blood of living humans.'

I stumble backwards, falling into the snow. The man lunges at me, "Ahh, NO DON’T!" I shout and stumble backwards, landing on the snow.

'They are…'

A boy appears from the blizzard and kills the man before he reaches me, "A disgrace to all vampires." the boy states, licking the blood off his hand he used.

'Vampires...'

'You must never get close to a vampire.'

The boy walks forward and extends his hand, "Are you alright?" he asked sweetly.

'If you do…'

I reach for his hand and he pulls me to my feet and embraces me.

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.-.-.-Ten years later-.-.-.

'This is Cross Academy, a famous private school where all the students live on campus in the dorms.'

There's a crowd of girls gathered in front of the gate to the moon dorms, so I run through to the front, "All right everyone step back, it's way past curfew for all you day class students just turn around and go back to your dorms.", I state with a bored expression.

"We can see what you're trying to do Cross-Senpai, it's so obvious, you just want to keep the night class students all to yourself!" a fan girl says, "Yeah you're just taking advantage of the fact that you're the headmaster's daughter!" another pitches in.

"That's not true, I'm a night class student and member of the disciplinary committee!" I show them my armband, they all start fangirling again, ignoring me in the process, "No!" I glare at them, causing them to back up a bit, the doors to the moon dorms start to open,"Damn it." I sigh, I turn to see all the girls lined up with a path made for the night class.

I step out the way to the right, the night class starts to gracefully walk through, "Good morning girls! I could hear you all loud and clear from the dorm, you're all looking quite cute today!" My classmate Aido-San yells to all his fans, "Oh look, it's Idol-Senpai, I mean Aido-Senpai!" A girl next to me says, "Hi!" He says as he continues waving to his fangirls.

"Hanabusa..." The boy behind him says in a warning, "Oh relax your so stiff Akatsuki" Aido-San responds, "Over here!" one of the fangirls yells, "Hello Kain-Senpai!" another girl shouts to gain Kain-San's attention.

Aido turned toward one of the girls and shot her with a finger gun "Bang~", the girl faints dramatically causing me to roll my eyes, "Oh I want to be shot too!" the girl behind me yells and knocks me down, almost knocking off my gold lip ring with a f/j set in it, which I never take off, to join the gathering of girls around Aido-San, "Shoot me too!" one of the girls amongst the crowd of girls that swarmed him says, as I readjust it, "Bang, bang, bang bang" says as he points in the swarm at different girls.

"Y/n-Chan, are you alright?" The boy who saved me ten years ago says while extending his hand to me once more.

'My first memory...'

'Is of that snowy day.'

"I'm fine, Kaname-Senpai" I state as I look at his hand in front of me, still in a half-daze from my flashback, "Thank you for all your help" he says sweetly as he retracts his hand after realizing that I'm not going to take it, I quickly stood up feeling the glares from his fangirls and my classmate Souen-San burning holes in me, "Just doing my job." I state plainly while dusting myself off.

"When you act reserved like this I feel lonely." he states with a little sadness in his voice, "It’s because you saved my life, there's no reason you should keep being nice to me when I haven't even repaid you." I state, "Don’t worry about it, that was so long ago." he says as he cups my cheek.

Suddenly Zero snatches Kaname-Senpai's wrist, pulling it from my face, "Zero!" I say in a bit of a warning, "Your class is starting soon Kuran-Tama, you should go now." He says not even paying attention to me and using the Tama honorific as a show of disrespect to Kaname-Senpai, "You're so scary, Mister disciplinary committee." he responds a little sarcastically, and Zero scoffs at him as Kaname-Senpai turns and starts to walk to the main building.

"Kuran-Senpai!" two of his fans come over to him before he even makes it a meter away from his spot, "Um, would you accept this?" They each hold out a gift to him, he barely glances at the gifts as he immediately accepts them, "Thank you."

"All of you get back to your dorms right now!" Zero shouts at the girls gawking at the night class, all the girls scream and run away to their dorms, "Everyday they’re out here causing a racket." Zero grumbles in a salty tone.

"You're late." I state sternly and glare at him, "You know about the other night class students right?" he asks to sidestep my comment, "Don’t try to change the topic, of course I know," I retort.

'They're completely different from us, and I'm aware of that.'

I watch Kaname-Senpai walk away as he continues heading to class.

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"This blood tablet developed by the night class is very effective and accepted worldwide, you’re all not just the pride of this school but also of the new vampire generation." The sensai states to the class, "It’s not a big deal," Souen-San comments, "It was just a group project," Takuma-Senpai agrees.

"Who does Kiryu Zero think he is, grabbing dorm president Kuran-Senpai like that!?" Aido-san says, scribbling over a picture he drew of Zero, "What's this?" Souen-San asks, picking up Aido-San's notebook, "This looks like someone in love," she said, looking at it.

"As if, I'd destroy the disciplinary committee if I got a chance!" Aido shouts at her, "But that girl looks tasty."Shiki-San states behind me as he keeps his head on the table while looking in my direction and licks his lips, Kaname-Senpai hears this and closes his book.

"Shiki-San..." Takuma-Senpai looks up from his book, "Hmm?" Shiki raised his head to look at him, "Time to feed." Toya-San says, tossing two blood tablets in the air towards Shiki-San, he chomps the air, catching them in his mouth.

Takuma-Senpai closed his book and Kaname-Senpai stands from his seat to sit next to me, "You seem awfully interested in her, Kuran-Sama. She's just a human." Souen-San states, like I'm not in the room.

"I guess you could say that. She is very accident prone." Kaname states simply, Souen-San places the corner of Aido-San's notebook on his hand and leans on it, "Ow, ow, ow, Souen-San do you wish to die!" He pulls his hand out from under the book and slams it on the table, Souen-San ignores him.

"The clouds will cover the moon soon," Kaname-Senpai announced calmly, "Yes, it will be our time." Takuma-Senpai agrees, the lights go out and everyone's eyes glow red except mine, "The night is made for vampires." Kaname-Senpai comments as his eyes shine a brilliant bloody red.

'Creatures who hide in the darkness and are the source of legends…'

'Their existence is the secret we must protect.'

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"I can't accept this, we are the disciplinary committee not bodyguards for celebrities!" Zero shouts at the headmaster after his patrol which ends at the same time my lunch starts, "I know it's hard doing this every night-" Headmaster Cross states but is cut off mid-sentence, "If you know that then maybe you should add more people to the disciplinary committee." Zero grumbles.

"I have Y/n, but she’s barely any help!" He states with a thumb pointing in my direction, "At least I'm not late all the time." I say, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, "I'm not going too." the headmaster says in a serious tone.

"It's our job to keep their secret, that's why the academy is divided into two!" He states as his voice goes cheerful, "We can't let the day class students know that they're vampires that's why your job is so important, I can only trust you two." he continues, back in a serious tone.

"I know it's tiring and people hate you for it but…" he paused partway to change his voice again, "By giving this job to my dear son and strong daughter I relieve any guilt I have!"

Zero slams his fist in the center of the table causing the table to break in half, "I admit I owe you a lot for taking me in, but I don't remember agreeing to be your son!"

"Kiryu-Kun, you're such a stickler for details." Headmaster states in a pout, "Y/n, you're actually his daughter. Try to talk some sense into him." Zero states after he stands upright.

"Eh? I like being in the night class, and everyone from both the night classes and the day classes get along fine. I'm just fine being on the disciplinary committee, it's quite fun and it lets me get out of my dorm, and I get exercise plus some fresh air. If not for my role then I would be hauled away in my dorm eating snacks and playing video games all night except for during class, and I already sleep from dawn till the end of class for the day students." I state with a neutral expression, "Oh Y/n, you're such a big help! You make me so happy!" The headmaster says while crying tears of joy and reaches over the table to try and hug me, I step back out of his reach and he flops over the table like a sad puppy.

"You know I don't like physical contact, Headmaster." I state to him, "Call me dad." He states sadly and starts to cry again, "Headmas-, uh, Dad-" I start and he accidentally cuts me off, "The only one who truly understands my ideology is you, Y/n! I want the dark days where vampires and humans fight to end, I want the youth of both sides to open their hearts and minds, to build a bridge that closes the gap between the two races to bring eternal harmony and happiness!" He yells cheerfully.

"That's why I built this academy, and invited the students of the night class!" He continues while jumping back and forth, "I can't take this anymore." Zero states and leaves, causing the headmaster to stop mid-jump, "Zero!" I yell after him right as the door closes, "He left again, this is getting ridiculous." I state and turn back to the headmaster.

"Well, I understand how Kiryu-Kun feels. There's no denying that there are vampires that only wish to harm, but the same goes for humans." He states bitterly, "Well, Kaname-Senpai is different!" I state as I slam my hands on either side of the table, "There are vampires like Kaname-Senpai who believe in what's right, so Zero has no right assuming every vampire is bad!" I continue as the headmaster inspects his now fixed table, "Your idea will work, I'm sure of it!" I finish, "Y/n!" The headmaster says and goes to hug me again but I stock off without realizing he was.

"Again!" He says as he flops over the table once again, I open the window and stop with one foot on the sill, "Just leave it up to me, Headmaster! I state and start going out the window, "Itte Kamasu!" I announce as I jump off the outside ledge, "It's Dad!" He says while crying.

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'I have no memories of anything before I was five years old.'

I land on my feet on the grass below, I start running towards the main building for my second quarter patrol.

'On that snowy night, Kaname-Senpai brought me to the house of his acquaintance, Headmaster Cross.'

'And without knowing anything about me, he took me in.'

'I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for Kaname-Senpai.'

'All that happened during that incident ten years ago, and marked the start of my life.'

I stop at the main building to catch my breath, leaning my back against a pillar holding up an outside ledge of a walkway outside the building.

'Yes…, Kaname-Senpai is my beginning.'

I touch my throat at the memory of the vampire he killed. I hear footsteps and raise my guard only to relax after I realize that they belong to Kaname-Senpai and Takuma-Senpai.

"Ah, Konichi. Thanks for patrolling the area." Takuma-Senpai says when he notices me, I grow flustered at the sight of Kaname-Senpai but I make sure not to show it.

I bow and quickly stock off to continue patrolling, "Y/n-Chan is interesting, isn't she?" Takuma-Senpai asks Kaname-Senpai, "There aren't any other girls like her type in the night class." He states.

"Ah…" Kaname-Senpai agrees and his eyes start to glow, "To someone used to the dark… She's a blinding sight." He states and starts walking again.

Takuma-Senpai continues to stand in place as he looks to the ground then back up to Kaname-Senpai's back, "Everyone likes living here, but don't forget…" he states and Kaname-Senpai pauses his steps, "Because of orders from you, a Pureblood, we are abiding by the rules of the humans... But just barely.", "I know that, Ichigo." Kaname-Senpai states then continues walking, "Hmm." Takuma-Senpai hums in acknowledgment.

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During my patrol I feel myself getting more flustered by the second so I make a small detour to the water fountain, I arrive and stick my head in the stream flowing from the swan's mouth.

"He's different from me. The world he lives in, the things he sees…" I remind myself then pull my head out of the water. I sigh and return to my patrol, not noticing Zero sitting on the grass by a bush a couple yards away from the fountain. His breath is uneven and he slowly looks up and puts a hand on his face, covering one of his eyes in the process. A rush of blood lust races through his veins, he places a hand on his throat at the feeling then reaches into his uniform to retrieve his box of blood tablets. He drops them by accident as his breath becomes more labored, causing it to open and two fall out onto the grass next to the box.

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I always visit my day class friend Yori-Chan after her class. I always get there a little early and see Zero napping at his desk in the back of the room.

"Kiryu-San, Kiryu-San!" The Sensei shouts to wake him up, he slowly lifts his head to look down at the teacher in the front of the classroom, "You're always sleeping in class, the disciplinary committee must be taxing…" He states, "But you still aren't allowed to sleep in class. Detention!" He yells as the bell rings.

I walk over to Zero as everyone starts to clear out, "That's rough Zero." I state as I hit his back causing him to glare up at me. I chuckle and make my way down to the third row and slide into my normal spot next to Yori, "You and Zero must have a hard time keeping up in class. You guys are always working during the night and sleeping during the day, you're like vampires." She comments, "Yori-Chan, you don't seriously think vampires are real." I asked her while hiding my panic behind a blank expression.

"Of course not." She says calmly while packing up her stuff and starts walking to the door, I stand up and start to follow her to the door noticing Zero is already gone, "Of course Zero is skipping out on detention again, I would too if I got detention." I say as I put my arms behind my head and catch up with Yori-Chan.

"I expected you to stay with him for detention, to get both your grades up." Yori-Chan states as we walk through the double doors, "Why would I stay with him? My grades are perfectly fine." I asked her as we continue walking, "You guys are friends." She states.

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In the stables Zero is sleeping peacefully in the hay next to Lily-Chan, she bends down and nibbles his hair to wake him.

He stirs a little and opens his eyes, "What is it, Lily?" He asks the white horse,"Oh…" He says unhappily as he sees me standing in the stable doorway.

"Damn, do you know how hard it is to find you Zero?" I grumble at him with my hands on my hips, Zero starts to sit up from the hay, "As a member of the disciplinary committee, you're not supposed to skip out on detention!" I say with a raised voice, "But I honestly don't care about that, I care about you skipping out on duties! We're supposed to be at the gate already to hold back the fan girls, you're always late!" I state raising my voice further.

Lily-Chan gets angry and starts neighing at me and huffing, I glare at her not startled at all.

He turns to her and starts patting her leg, "Calm down, Lily. She's a very simple-minded girl, as you can see. She does not mean you any harm, she doesn't hurt animals, but she doesn't care about hurting humans." He states to calm her down, "Damn right I don't care about hurting humans, they can all suck this dick!" I state with my hands on my hips.

He stares at me wide-eyed for a few moments then starts cracking up laughing,"You came just to get me for detention, didn't you?" He asked after coming down from his laughing fit.

"Detention is over, but like I said I don't care about that." I state as he stands from the hay and makes his way over to me, "I came to get you for duties, just so I know you're not you're not skipping again. It's time for the switchover, remember?" I state while holding out his armband to him, "I know." He says as he snatches it from me while passing by.

'There are places in Zero's mind which are totally off limits.'

"Friends, huh?" I say to myself as I remember Yori-Chan's words, "When Zero is with you, he sleeps like a little child." I say to Lily-Chan as I slowly start walking towards her, she gets mad at me approaching and Huffs at me and starts screaming at me, "Okay okay, I get it Lily-Chan, I'll go now." I say to her as she starts brushing the hay with her back hoove, covering up Zero's pill box.

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'Ever since that day.'

'I've come to wish for one thing.'

"Is Kuran-Tama doing well tonight?" Zero asks, snapping me out of my daze, "Eh?" I question him, not hearing what he said, "That hero of yours." He states to refer to what he said.

"I'm not only watching Kaname-Senpai, I'm making sure no one's on the roof." I lie to him to keep my cool, he rolls his eyes not believing a word I'm saying, "Everyone seems to be behaving before class, and so far I haven't seen any day class students. So it's a pretty peaceful night here at the Academy." I state as I look off the edge of the building.

"Do you really believe that?" Zero asks with a scoff, "Eh?" I question as I look back at him, "That things are going well between the day class and the night class." He finishes, "Of course I do, one hundred percent! It's my wish that vampires and humans can get along." I respond to him.

"The Headmaster believes that the ones in the night class agree with his pacifist views and that they are good vampires. But I don't believe it. Not a second." He says after he turns away from me, "Zero…" I say as I turn my body to fully look at him, "There is only one reason why I'm a guardian… And that is to find the most effective way to bring down those beasts in human form. I'm going to patrol elsewhere around the campus." He States as he walks to the edge and jumps onto the grass, "Well class is starting soon for me, so I'll go inside!" I shout out to him as he walks away.

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'It's the same as that time…'

I have another flashback, and the Headmaster brings in Zero through the front door.

"This boy is Kiryu Zero-Kun, I'll be taking care of him from today. Y/n. This boy's family was killed by a bad vampire." Headmaster Cross says and Zero opens his eyes, hatred flows in of his aura at the word "vampire" causing his aura to turn purple, and I raise my guard as the hostel aura flows from him.

'I saw such hatred in his eyes and in his aura.'

'After four years together, he's opened up to me enough to joke with me, and I feel closer with him.'

'And yet…'

'I know…'

I look up in the window to see Souen-San walking by heading to class, her character heeding an example in my next thought.

'They're not all gentle vampires like Kaname-Senpai.'

'Even my parents, of whom I have no memory, could have easily been attacked by vampires.'

'And still…'

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I'm broke out of my thoughts, and my walk to the nearest entrance, when I see two day class girls sitting on the grass in a clearing next to the main building, "Damn day class students, always prowling around…" I state to myself and put my hand on the side of the edge to push myself over it and land on a tree branch and jump up then fall down and grab it to land on the ground on both feet in front of the two girls, "You there! Tell me your names in class! It's against the rules to be wandering around at night!" I state as I show them my armband, "It's dangerous, go back to your dorms!"

"We came to take pictures of the night class students before their class starts." One girl says, "Can't we take a few?" The other girl says and tries to stand, "Itai…" She says when it hurts to stand, "Are you okay? Can you walk?" The first girl asks.

"Great, you're hurt. Are you bleeding?" I asked her quickly, she shows me her leg and I see blood on it, "Shit, hurry and go back to the dorm! " I shout urgently.

"...Eh?" The first girl questions, "What?!" The hurt girl says, "...Just hurry…!" I quickly say and start pushing them towards the dorms, I sense a presence so I quickly put my hand on my thigh and grab Artemis, "Who's there!" I shout as I extend my rod.

A hand grabs the end of Artemis to stop it from hitting him, "Oh scary… The Headmaster trains you well." Kain-San states as I look at him, "N-night class Akatsuki Kain-Senpai…! Hanabusa Aido-Senpai…!" The hurt girl fangirls,"No way…!" The other girl says as I put their hands together in fangirl harmony.

"Geez… We just came because we smelled blood." Aido-san states as he takes one finger and pushes Artemis away from Kain-San, Kain-San looks at his hand to inspect the damage from my rod then likes the wound, "You're so mean, Y/n-San… Really, we just came to see…" He says and his eyes flash red before he closes his eyes and sniffs the air, "Ah… You smell so nice." He states as he opens his eyes.

"Oh, what'll we do?!" The hurt girl says, "He said we smell nice!" Other girl fangirls, "Aido-san… If you lay a finger on the girls, you'll pay dearly…" I state and trail off at the end as he grabs the end of the Artemis rod and goes closer to me to touch my top hand, "...Did you fall, Y/n-San?" He asks, catching me off guard, "...Eh?" I question.

"What smells nice… Is your blood, Y/n-San." He states as he slowly slides his hand up mine to my wrist and puts pressure on my pressure point causing me to let go of Artemis rod with that hand and he brings the hand up for me to look at it, there's a scratch on the center.

'Damn it! When I jumped from that tree branch…'

I try to pull my hand away from him, "Aido-San!" I grumble when he doesn't let go, "Really…" He says as he pulls it closer to his face and his eyes gleam red, "It's very… tempting." He states as he reveals his fangs and draws a drop of blood from my hand with his left fang, "F-fangs?!" The girl who isn't hurt frets, "A vampire?!" The hurt girl joins her worries.

'Damn it!'

I dropped Artemis and try to get him to let go of my hand as he sinks his fangs into my hand, "Aido-san, don't! Damn it Aido-san!" I complain and he starts to raise his face from my hand and licks the blood off his lip, "I want more…" He States and the girls behind me faint, his other hand sneaks around my shoulders and moves the cuff of my shirt, "Can I take some from your neck?" He asks, "No, you can't!" I shout at him.

"Hanabusa…" Kain-San says to get his attention, "What is it, Akatsuki?" He asks him, "Kiryu-Kun is rapidly approaching, he's about twelve kilometers away." Kain-San warns him, "Damn Kiryu-Tama." Aido-san huff and places a hand over my mouth to keep be quiet and jumps into the top of a tree to hide, and Kain-San jumps into a different tree to hide.

'Oh…'

'The ring…'

I start to feel different, my senses sharpen, my aerial awareness increases and I sense Zero running through the forest about seven kilometers away, I look down at the ground and notice my lip ring from the right side of my bottom lip got knocked out when Aido-San put his hand on my mouth.

'It's been a long time since I've been awakened fully…'

'Finally you're free to use your powers that are your birthright…'

Zero arrives under us and notices the unconscious girls, he quickly looks around noticing that they're alone and picks them up to take them to the Headmasters office.

He leaves with the girls, and I feel my teeth starting to get sharper, and I feel jolts of energy flowing through my veins, My eyes turn e/p/c as I activate my e/p causing Aido-San to shoot out the tree and his back hits the tree in front of us, he slides down the trunk the rest of the way and lands on his butt, "Itai…" He says as he makes it to the ground.

"Hanabusa!" Kain-San shouts as he jumps down from the tree Aido-San hit, "What happened?" He asks him, "I-I don't know, Akatsuki." Aido-San responds with a shocked expression.

I hop down from the tall tree, like it's nothing, and land on both feet, "'Drinking blood on school grounds is strictly forbidden.'" I grumble as my eyes go back to e/c then turn blood red a few moments later, both vampire's eyes widen and they start to shake at the sound of my Pureblood voice.

They're both stuck there like they're frozen to the ground, I gracefully walk over to them and put a hand on both of their heads, '"I would punish you both, but you're not going to remember this anyways."' I state and erase their memories of the past minute, starting with when I jumped down from the tree, they fall asleep a moment after the process is completed and I take my hands off their heads as Kain-San hits the ground.

I turn around and walk over to my spot I was in when I found the girls, and I reached down to pick up my lip ring, and bring it up to my face and refasting it through my lip, my eyes turn back e/c and my senses dull. The energy that was coursing through my veins ceases, and my teeth go back to normal, I close my eyes and reopen them, I look around and see Aido-San and Kain-San sitting in front of a tree, asleep. I huff and chalk it up to, I beat them up, I noticed the girls are gone and remember that Zero took them to the Headmaster's office, "One less thing I have to worry about." I state to myself and head to class to retrieve Kaname-Senpai.

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When I reach the class I apologize to the Sensei for being late and immediately go straight to Kaname-Senpai and tell him everything I remember, and take him to the perpetrators, when we arrive at where I left them they start to wake up.

"Thank you for your hard work, Y/n-Chan. I'll take these fools and we'll wait for the Headmaster's punishment." He states as he turns his head to me,"Kuran-Dojo…" Aido-San says as he realizes Kaname-Senpai is standing in front of him, "...Kain…" Kaname-Senpai says as he turns to Kain-San, "Huh?" He questions still in a bit of a daze, "Why didn't you stop Aido? You're just as guilty.", "Oh…" Kain-San says wearily.

"Now then. These two who fainted… They're already at the Headmaster's office, correct?" Kaname-Senpai asks me, "Yes, Zero took them there early when Aido-San was holding me captive in a tree." I respond, "Okay then. When I arrive at the Headmaster's office, I'll erase their memory of tonight." He tells me, "Understood. Thanks, Kaname-Senpai." I say, "I'm sorry he scared you… Y/n-Chan." He states as his eyes soften, "Actually the both didn't even startle me, let alone scare me. They were just bothersome." I state in response, "Still…" Kaname-Senpai says, "You should probably take them to the Headmaster's office as soon as possible, cuz I need to patch up my hand before I go to class." I state and he nods, he then grabs Aido-San by the back of his shirt and drags him to the Headmaster's office with Kain-San following closely behind them.

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I make it to the Headmaster's building and take a quick shower to get the smell of blood off of me, while I'm drying my hair Zero walks in signaling the end of his patrol, meaning that it's lunch time for me.

"Hey! Can't you see that it's occupied?!" I shout at him, "If you have any complaints, blame the bath in the dorm which is closed at dusk." He states after turning to me then turning back forward, "The Headmaster's bath is the only one I can use." He states as he starts to take his shirt off.

"Don't undress in front of a girl." I grumble as I throw a tube of lotion at the back of his head, he stops as it makes contact with his neck, "You just thought, "Well, I don't consider you a girl," didn't you?" I question then turn back to the mirror as he drops his shirt, "Fine, then continue." I finish as I continue blow drying my hair.

"I heard that you were bleeding earlier, the smell of blood is gone." He says after sniffing the air around me and I look at him, "Oh, shut up. My hand has finally stopped bleeding." I state and turn back to look at my hand, "But… If it's according to the legends, I may've turned into a vampire." I say and don't see the look on Zero's face.

"I was attacked by a stray vampire ten years ago too… I guess my blood must be very tasty." I comment and don't hear Zero gasp as a wave of bloodlust rushes to him after looking at my neck, "I'll try to be more careful from now on, but you know how accident prone I am. I am a guardian who protects Cross Academy Day and Night, but I am clumsy as hell." I state and continue talking, "Although, it would be disgraceful if I kept letting them bite me." I finish and look at Zero right as he shuts the shower door.

I shrug and go back to drying my hair, unknowing of the mild panic attack he's having in the shower as he leans up against the wall, "Don't…" he whispers and bites his lip, causing his fang to pierce it and a drop of blood runs down his lip that he licks up before it reaches his chin, "...come any closer." He finishes his comment, with blood red eyes.

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Aido-San drops a blood tablet into a wine glass full over water and watches it dissolve in it, "Suspended for ten days… But, Y/n-San's blood… was worth it." He states as it finishes dissolving, "Kuran-Dojo will get upset if he hears you saying that." Kain-San states to him, "Fine with me! Surviving on the blood tablets alone isn't good enough for me." Aido-San responds, "Her blood was irresistible… so I…" He starts and is cut off.

"Oi!" Kain-San tries to warn him at the last second, Kaname-Senpai walks in, "So you…?" He questions after he slaps him, "S-sorry." He states as Kaname-Senpai goes to walk up the stairs, "Weren't you asking for that?" Kain-San asks Aido-San after, "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" He responds embarrassed.

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'Vampires…'

'Fierce Beast that suck the blood of living humans.'

'I must never get close to a vampire.'

'If I do…'

I think while I make my way to the night class dorms to go to my room, I don't see Kaname-Senpai looking at me through the window as I approach and he licks the blood of Aido-San off his finger, "Y/n."

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quietly-by-myself · 1 year

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Fearless - Chapter 6

Masterlist

Thank you to @darkthingshappen for beta reading this. You're always so much help with improving these chapters! And thank you to @whumpsday for cheering me on and just, loving Kaloyan so much.

CW: nonhuman whumpee, human whumpee, nonhuman whumper, intimate whumper, vampire/dhampir whumpee, noncon blood drinking, murder/killing of a human, forced to kill, unreality, sadistic choice, mention of dismemberment, broken whumpee, abusive/neglectful parents, dead parents, war situations

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Nikolay couldn’t have felt more out of place, sitting there, among fae creatures. Of course, Kaloyan was seated right next to him, reassuringly, in that house of wolves. They were mostly vampires and reptilian creatures - fae creatures that would kill Nikolay had he not been Kaloyan’s mage.

In reality, both of them were protected by a legacy - a legacy that Nikolay despised. A legacy that had gotten Nikolay’s father killed and forced his mother out of the country. It wasn’t as though Kaloyan was any better off for it either. His father was a bastard through and through. Kaloyan would never have been good enough for him, even if he was a full blooded vampire.

“We must take back the land that we lost because of Casimir’s death,” one of the ministers declared proudly.

There was a small, almost inaudible groan in the room. A few of the ministers had the gall to roll their eyes.

“With all due respect, you seem very intent on reclaiming the land that the late Casimir left behind. It was strategic at the time and Casimir was very powerful in his own right, but it’s lost its purpose in today’s age. Our fight is with the easterly border, not the north one.” The minister that spoke, this time a rather large crocodile lying in his animalistic form, couldn’t keep the disdain out of his voice.

“What does the son of Lord Casimir think?”

The room fell silent at the Dragon King’s booming voice. Suddenly, all eyes were on the two of them. Kaloyan looked afraid, but in that subtle way that only people who knew him well could see. Kaloyan was like that. Fear was weakness after all and the son of Lord Casimir couldn’t be weak.

Did Kaloyan resent being the son of Lord Casimir, Nikolay began to wonder. Humans were forbidden from speaking in the war room - a rule that Nikolay did not understand but respected nonetheless.

So, he was simply left to think, something he was finding to be difficult. His mind wandered too much, like wondering if Kaloyan was ever allowed to be his own person, after his caretaker died.

Kaloyan cleared his throat. “It was an insult for humans to kill my father.” He took a small breath. “We cannot let them live down this insult.”

Nikolay couldn’t help his shock, even if he heard the nerves and ingenuine tone in his voice. It felt like a different person had possessed Kaloyan and made him say things that he would never say.

The room was silent in consideration. The Dragon King was the first to speak. “Tell me, Kaloyan, how do you want to avenge your father?”

Nikolay could hear the smile in the Dragon King’s voice. They were pleasing him. They were safe, as long as he was happy.

“I say that we hunt the one who killed him and burn his village.”

It was an impossible task. However, the ministers didn’t seem to think that it was.

“We will have our Seer look and try to identify who it was,” the Dragon King announced. “You’re making your father proud, Kaloyan. You’ll be a Lord before you know it.”

Perhaps it would’ve been true, had they stayed, that Kaloyan might’ve become a war lord. However, Nikolay knew, even in that moment, that Kaloyan didn’t have what it took to become one.

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After that week they got to spend together in total starvation, without so much as a visit from someone, Dimitar ripped it all away.

“I think you’ve had enough time together.”

He’d ordered his men to pull Kaloyan away from Nikolay. Kaloyan had fought and screamed but it had only earned him more pain once he got back to his cell.

It was the last time that Kaloyan really saw Nikolay. Anyone, really. The men gave food through a hole in the door. Kaloyan didn’t get to see their faces. The only face he saw was Dimitar’s.

Hell was too kind a word. His world was only agony. Lonely, hungry, cold agony. Every time Nikolay hurt, he was filled with a new sense of helplessness. He was strong. He was the son of Lord Casimir. He should’ve been there to protect Nikolay. Nikolay. Nikolay who was strong, stronger than Kaloyan was.

Why did Kaloyan want to protect him so badly? All he had was legacy. His magic wasn’t strong. He had only an inkling of the power that a full blooded vampire would have.

By all means, Kaloyan shouldn’t have existed. If he couldn’t protect Nikolay, if he couldn’t prove that he wasn’t like his father with his destruction magic, then what was he?

Kaloyan thought about that for many days. Dimitar must’ve known because he taunted Kaloyan relentlessly.

“You know, I’m having so much fun with that mage of yours. He still fights back.”

“You’re pathetic. Son of Lord Casimir and you don’t even have the strength to take me on? Pathetic.”

“All you do is rely on a legacy. Well, I’m not scared of a deadman.”

It stung more than Kaloyan could put into words.

However, that wasn’t the nail in the coffin. It was seeing the bloodied, bruised human that Dimitar brought into the room. At first, Kaloyan thought that it was Nikolay and tears formed in his eyes. To his guilty relief, it turned out to be a complete stranger.

Dimitar threw the human, who could hardly move, at Kaloyan. “Drain him.”

Kaloyan’s body was filled with pure ice. “What?”

“You heard me. Drain him.”

Kaloyan could hardly put words together. “I won’t. I can’t. I don’t drink from humans. I-I.”

“Stop your whining.” Dimitar grabbed Kaloyan’s hair and tugged him up, forcing Kaloyan to look at him. “Drain him or I will dismember him limb by limb in front of you and make you listen to every one of his screams.”

Kaloyan’s eyes went wide. “You wouldn’t.”

“I absolutely would. Now drain him. It’ll be a less painful death, right? He’s going to die either way. You choose how he dies. Less pain or more pain. Now, make a decision.”

Kaloyan, eyes full of tears, looked down at the languid, half-dead human. He couldn’t let the human be dismembered. That was too cruel.

“I’m sorry,” Kaloyan whispered to the human. The human looked back up at him with such real, visceral fear in his eyes. The human knew he was going to die and that Kaloyan was going to be the one to kill him.

Kaloyan leaned down and pulled the human’s neck to his mouth. Tears streaming down his face, he pierced the human’s neck and began to drink. The flinches and moans of pain weren’t lost on him. It was everything Kaloyan could do to not sob and dig his fangs in deeper.

The human flailed in Kaloyan’s hands. Kaloyan wanted to tell him to stop moving, that it would be easier that way, but he couldn’t. His fangs were in the human’s neck. He was the one hurting the human. The human would never believe what Kaloyan said. So, the human struggled and cried, not wanting to die.

Eventually, the human fell limp. It took too long. And it was even longer before the breath left his chest. It was horrible, to feel the life drain out of the human, all the while he grew more alive - his eyes brighter, his skin darker, and his muscles stronger. He couldn’t kill humans. He could hardly squish a spider in his house. Even the cockroach had a purpose, right?

However, just as Kaloyan finished draining the human, the human began to dissolve, leaving behind a pile of hot sand.

With shaky hands, blood dripping down his lips, Kaloyan felt in the sand. What did I do? What the hell did I do? No. No. No. No.

Dimitar laughed at Kaloyan, who was sobbing, running his hands in the sand, muttering that same word over and over again.

After letting Kaloyan hold the sand to his face to cry, Dimitar finally spoke.

“He was one of my creations.”

“What?”

Kaloyan stopped moving. That human he’d been forced to drain was alive. Alive. Alive and born just to suffer for Dimitar’s sick pleasure. It filled Kaloyan with a horrible hopelessness. He knew that Dimitar was horrible, but not to that degree.

“And we’ll do that again, until you listen to me.”

The threat was too real. Immediately, Kaloyan began to spit words. “No. No. No! Please! Don’t make me. I’ll do anything. Anything at all. Just not again. It’s cruel. It’s horrible.”

Dimitar pulled Kaloyan’s head up by his chin, wiping the blood from his face gently. “Anything, you say?”

“Anything!”

“Then tell me that you love your father.”

Kaloyan didn’t hesitate. “I love him. He was a great vampire. He did so much good.”

Dimitar chuckled. “Tell me who owns you.”

“You!”

“Now, tell me that you hate Nikolay.”

Kaloyan hesitated, which earned him a backhand. He knew he needed to say it. Nikolay would understand. “I hate Nikolay,” Kaloyan choked out.

“I’m very pleased with you. Now, let’s go tell Nikolay that, hmm…?”

Kaloyan didn’t fight when Dimitar forced him to stand and walk out the door without chains. The collar had long since burned into his neck, leaving a deep ring in its wake. However, Dimitar never took that off. It would never come off. Kaloyan was going to be Dimitar’s forever. He would listen. He would do whatever Dimitar wanted. He just couldn’t face such awful torture again.

The look on Nikolay’s face was awful. He hated Kaloyan. Kaloyan could tell. He’d broken. He’d never be the same. He’d killed someone, even if that someone was just a creation of a twisted god.

“Now Kaloyan, tell our friend what you said to me.”

Dimitar grabbed Kaloyan’s hair and chin, forcing him to look at Nikolay. Tears blurred Kaloyan’s vision completely. He couldn’t hesitate. If he did, he might be forced to do that again.

“I hate you.”

When Dimitar let go, Kaloyan fell to his knees, head in his hands, sobbing. Dimitar placed his foot on Kaloyan’s back possessively, but nothing mattered anymore. He was Dimitar’s. Dimitar could do what he pleased.

Kaloyan couldn’t even face Nikolay’s hatred.

He was pathetic.

But at least that pleased Dimitar.

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tags: @whumpsday, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @whumpworld, @darkthingshappen, @pigeonwhumps, @rabass, @whither-wander-whump, @whumpshaped

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bearhugsandshrugs · 6 months

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Astarion girlies (gn), go get your fill.

In which Tav allows Astarion to take her to the brink of death as he fucks her.

Thank you @discordsmuse for both the prompt and the incredible patience with which you've waited for this. Throwing it under the cut because why not.

The arrangement started out simple: Tav would let Astarion drink from her in exchange for stories about nobles, strange encounters, and of course, vampires. Astarion usually wasn’t willing to share anything about himself or his time with Cazador, so he told her stories and gossip and rumors he had picked up during his centuries of servitude. Tav on the other hand didn’t mind the bite that much – at least not enough that it would keep her from hearing more about interesting places or infamous characters from Baldur‘s Gate. She had grown up on the streets of that city, in the dirt, and was now suddenly thrown into a role of responsibility and authority. While she had slowly built a reputation as an adventurer, her usual encounters were short and professional and far from the onslaught of needs and wants and favors and tasks she was now facing on a daily basis.

Tav felt that every bit of information, no matter how detached from her current challenges, gave her more ammunition when dealing with the countless strangers they met on the road. She reveled in the stories, as if they’d teach her how to get more allies or at least keep the remaining ones she had. She liked listening to her cynical companion, his lips curled into a smirk whenever he recalled something juicy, eyes narrowed whenever he felt particularly judgy.

As for Astarion: Well, to say he thoroughly enjoyed the taste would be an understatement. The first time he drank from her he had paid focused attention and carefully savored every last drop, just enough to stop before she'd be too weakened. He'd been so surprised she’d actually let him do it that he kept buzzing through the camp for days afterwards, seeking her company and telling her stories, not even asking for another fill. The others had shot him a couple of weird glances, but since Tav didn’t seem to mind, they let it slide. Still, Astarion occasionally caught himself licking his lips while looking at her; it wasn‘t even that she was his prey and he was the beast roaming the night for the hunt – it was more like a reflex. He couldn‘t help it. He wanted more.

In fact, it was hard to get her out of his head during the few moments they had some downtime at the camp. But the second (and so far: last) time had changed things. She had smelled like herbs, dry wood, and sweet sweat: a result of her potion brewing no doubt. But where Tav would usually take great care every night to wash herself off the day they spent searching and killing, that day she had just climbed into bed, tired and unbothered. When Astarion visited her to feed, he felt like stepping close to a hot fire after spending the day in the bitter cold, heat cursing through him so quickly he nearly lost his balance. She had laughed when he stumbled into her tent, teased him, and her voice had rang in his ears like a siren's call, compelling him to hang onto her every word. When he bit her that night, he'd nearly forgotten himself. Drinking from her had been unforgettable.

Now the memory of how her veins had pulsed against his lips wouldn’t leave Astarion’s mind and instead came rushing back in every time her gaze met his, lighting something deep within him.

Hunger.

And while the longing for her taste grew larger every passing day, he was too worried he’d lose control and, well, kill her. He needed her. So instead he spent his nights telling Tav stories before going hunting and feeding on animals until he was so full he thought he‘d throw up. A routine that did the job – most nights.

Tonight was different. The wine was gnarly. The tieflings with their grateful looks and devout gestures were gnarlier. Astarion hated this. Parties weren’t parties without a bit of a challenge, after all. Here though, tonight, everyone just wanted to be happy. Not pleasured nor in ecstasy. Happy. What a concept.

When Tav came by to celebrate, Astarion bemoaned the lackluster celebrations and underwhelming beverages. She tasted the wine, chuckled, and asked if he wanted to drink something more filling, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

“Let me find you later, after things have quieted down, dear”, he said, maybe, just maybe, a bit tipsy from the wine. He didn’t want to drink her though. He wanted her. Everything about her.

His eyes darkened as Tav smiled. She turned around and went to chat with a group of refugees, her ass swaying in the moonlight, but all he could think of was her taste.

Tav knew she was here to fuck Astarion. He hadn’t been exactly subtle, and she didn’t care. She wanted him too, had wanted him for a while now. Both times that he’d left her lying on the floor after drinking from her, she’d found herself biting her lip, trying to suppress the heat that was pooling in her core, not to mention all the other nights when she'd imagined what his lips would feel like on hers while he was spinning stories. So she stalked through the woods, away from prying ears and eyes, looking for the vampire that was driving her mad with want.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting”, Astarion said as he heard her walking up to him. His lips curled into a sultry smirk when he turned around. Tav returned a smile. “So have I.” Good , he thought. No need to pretend, then. At least not more than usual.

He pulled her into a kiss, running his fingers through her hair. How were her lips even softer than her skin on her neck? It was infuriating. Tasting like wine and sweet pears, her mouth was a feast he was all too eager to explore. He hadn’t filled himself with animals tonight. His entire body was hunger and desire, and his teeth grazed over her lower lip as he tried to figure out what she liked.

Well. She liked that.

Tav moaned softly into his mouth, so he repeated the motion, kissing her even more fiercely. Her hands tugged at his shirt, sliding underneath to trace the shape of his hip bones at the edge of his pants. Suddenly, a short gasp escaped her throat – Astarion had broken the delicate skin on her lower lip with his fangs. A drop of blood rolled down her chin, and he licked it up with his tongue, a deliberate tease that made her grind her core against his hips. It was enough to send heat to his groins and drive a growl out of him that left Tav shuddering underneath his touch. It was in that moment that he decided: He would have her. All of her.

Desire flushed their bodies with need and peeled their clothes off. Nothing could come off quickly enough, so fabric was torn and pieces were discarded as they broke apart to undress, hands and lips returning to each other again and again like magnets. Astarion pushed her down to the floor, pausing to marvel at her body. No wonder he’d chosen her. She was perfection: from the way her hair flowed down her shoulders, to the soft curves of her breasts, down to the edges of her hips. Sighing with approval, he lowered himself between her legs, sucking at the tender skin on the insides of her thighs. He would cover them in bruises, mark her as his. And she would love it. Already did, judging by the heavy breathing that moved her chest in irregular rhythms.

Tav had fantasized about him so many times, but now it was happening, and nothing she had ever dreamed up could compare. Slowly, excruciatingly so, he worked his way up between her legs. Her eyes rolled back when he brought his mouth to her folds, his tongue lazily drawing a path from her slit to her clit. Down there, Astarion inhaled so deeply the air he sucked in brushed coldly against her wetness. He groaned in response, his hands digging into the flesh of her hips, leaving half circle marks with his nails.

He ate her out like a man that was starving, and in a way, he was. There had been a time when he’d played the part of the dedicated lover effortlessly, an automatic behavior that led to the expected result in his prey. Not tonight though. No matter how much he tried, her scent, her taste, pulled him out of focus. Everything he did to her was reshifted into pleasure, not only for her, but for him too. He enjoyed her. Enjoyed himself. It was scary and absolutely thrilling.

Her hands found his hair, fingers lost in his curls trying to caress him, but she could do nothing but surrender each time his tongue drew circles around her clit. Little tremors shook her legs as time moved on, and they both knew she was close. “Please”, Tav whimpered, tugging at his hair, hoping he’d come up to kiss her. “Yes, dear?” Astarion paused, the knowing smirk plastered across his face. “I want you inside of me”, she explained, propping herself up on her elbow. "Please." “Of course”, he hummed, and pushed two fingers into her entrance, groaning as her slick engulfed them instantly. Tav’s body fell back down in defeat. This wasn’t what she’d meant. He knew. She knew that he knew.

Bringing his mouth against her clit again, Astarion chuckled as her hips bucked against his face, then ground back into his hand. He pumped in and out of her while using his tongue and lips to draw out the sweetest moans, and when she tried to wiggle away, he held her hips down with his free arm. Tav’s vision blurred – she wanted to fight it, wanted to sink down on his cock instead, but this was too good. He sighed, maybe tasting the high closing in on her, and added a third finger; then curled them until she saw stars.

Intoxicating. Tasting her juices while she came was intoxicating. Her cunt tightened around his fingers, and Astarion couldn’t wait to feel her walls close around his cock, seeking the warmth and wetness for himself.

So. He didn’t wait.

She was still rolling her hips, riding out her high, as he pulled his fingers out of her, rose up, and buried his cock in her cunt. The mewl that flew out of her throat took his breath away – and unexpectedly so. Where he’d usually notice his partner’s cries as signs for an assignment well done, he was now losing himself in her pleasure as he pulled out of her again and again, only to plunge back in again each time.

“Fuck”, Tav breathed out, lips parted and bruised from their previous kissing. “You’re too good at this.” He laughed at the statement, finding it endearing against his better judgment. “I am.” A sheepish smile played around her mouth. “Guess I have no choice but to succumb to you then, and let you indulge in me”, she chuckled, rolling her head to the side to expose her neck. Astarion stopped moving. “Are you– quite certain?” He was licking his lips, eyes locked onto the vein he saw pulsating underneath her skin. “Yes”, she whispered. “Take me, all of me.” He growled. “As you wish.”

Clenching his jaw, he rolled his hips into her with force before lowering his mouth to her throat. He could smell her blood from there, the sweetest scent waiting for him to drink, and when his teeth broke her skin, Tav’s body started to tremble. He was all too familiar with the feeling that would wash over her now: icy pain spreading out from her neck down to her chest until it reached her heart, from where it would form a different kind of heat that would pool down between her legs. It was a common reaction, predictable and reliable, but feeling her nipples harden under the cold creeping through her body, and then her cunt squeezing around his cock as the heat shot to her core, made him forget himself.

He picked up the pace, slamming into her with the same greedy rhythm that he drank from her with. Tav started to moan, her arms wrapped around his shoulders in a tight embrace. She was loud at first, but her sounds became quieter and quieter as he swallowed more and more of her blood. Where she met his thrusts with her hips at first, she now stilled over time, her body weakening under his need. Dark circles narrowed her vision, blurry spots that made it impossible for her to focus. Tav's entire body was on fire, burning with arousal as her strength sapped out of her. With a dull thud, her arms fell to the sides, completely devoid of vigour. Astarion didn't notice – he was lost in the overwhelming sensation of her throbbing body underneath him and the low whimpers that her moans had turned into.

Tav was aroused, and wet, and tight, and her breathing came shakily as her mouth tried to let out the small sounds of pleasure she was still feeling. Astarion moaned against her throat. He would devour her, all of her. As she wished.

Groaning with lust he shoved a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit so she would fall over the edge all over again – only this time, while he tasted her blood.

She didn’t moan in response to his fingers, hardly made any sound, and somewhere in the back of his mind Astarion knew he needed to stop, needed to be careful. Not now though. Not when she tasted like this.

As for Tav, well, everything was dark. The feeling of falling and climbing all at the same time dominated her mind, and she wanted to speak, wanted to tell her lover that he should keep going, that this was good, but whenever she tried reaching for the strength to do so, the dark pulled her back under. She registered in the distance that she was about to come, the constant onslaught of his teeth in her veins sending heat to her core, his fingers circling her clit, his cock twitch as he too rushed towards the edge. It took but a moment until she fell apart underneath him, her walls spasming around his cock.

Astarion's senses were overwhelmed: Suddenly her blood tasted sharp, like a knife, then honeyed, like a peach. Her scent sent tremors down his throat, and her tight, contracting cunt chased him over the edge as well. Swallowing greedily, again and again, Astarion slammed into her as her body softened, a life hanging on by a thread. He came with a wail, the sudden orgasm yanking his head up to gasp for air as he pumped his seed into her. When he came back to reality, he noticed how weak her pulse had become. She was close to death.

Close.

The vampire pulled out of her and called her name, but Tav’s eyes were closed and unresponsive. She was barely breathing. Cursing himself, he sprinted to his pack that he’d left near a tree, fumbling for a healing potion, then rushed back to her. He laid her head into his lap as he fed her the medicine, small sips, careful not to let too much drip out from the corners of her mouth. After a moment that he deemed entirely too long, her cheeks started to regain color. Eventually, she opened her eyes.

“What happened?”, she asked weakly, nuzzling her head against his legs. “You… nearly died”, Astarion admitted quietly. This was stupid. He was being stupid. Tav gave him a small smile as he bent his head over hers so she could see his face. “I only remember darkness pulling me down until…. everything was…” She swallowed, blushing. “I liked it.” Now it was his time to be weak. “You cannot be serious.” He shook his head, chuckling in disbelief. “I fuck you half to death and you enjoy it?” Her grin was as wicked as the fantasies that ran through his mind as he watched her recover. “I did. We should do it again.” Astarion gulped, his stomach twisting into a thousand knots. He had to take a deep breath before he could find the confidence in his voice again. She would ruin him. “That… can be arranged.”

#astarion #my writing #astarion x tav #blood drinking #consensual NDE fucking #idk if this is a tag but i'm making it one #i usually don't post the full smut on here because most of it is dubcon or noncon and it's not worth the potential trigger #and i don't think many people have blocked those tags #but this is fully consensual so enjoy a rare share

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 months

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Drag Him Back

@redwingedwhump and I did a WWI-but-with-vampires AU RP with our characters. Then we did an AU to the AU. And this is just a lightly discussed Au-to-the-AU-to-the-AU... just a thought I had in my head that refused to leave.

This is a one-shot just to get it out.

CW: Captivity, vampirism, referenced noncon but just implied, escape, some suicidal ideation

- 1917, Belgium

The door was left unlocked.

It was sheer luck that Emil even noticed. He was lying on his back on the bed, staring up into the canopy and listening to the sound of his own heart struggling to beat despite the lack of blood left in his veins. His neck still tingled, the aftereffects of the venom sending tendrils of exhausted pleasure down through his limbs.

One of the servants had come in to check on him, like they always did once his master was done. The emperor was not kind to his creatures, and there were three servants whose entire existence revolved around keeping Emil alive until His Majesty had finished with him.

Emil was long since past caring about the looks on their faces when they came in to wash the smears of blood and other fluids from his neck, his face, his stomach, between his legs. He barely felt it. The memory of the emperor's hands and his body cold as winter pressed against Emil's own wiped away any comfort he could ever have taken from the pity he saw on the servants' faces.

He barely felt alive.

Someone helped him to stand long enough to change the sheets on the emperor’s enormous bed. Someone else wrapped a bandage around his neck before easing him into a hot bath to soak his aching muscles. A third laid out fresh clothing for him. A fourth only watched the others. Emil laid there, trying not to think about the stinging pain he felt far too deep inside.

Instead, he thought about how lovely it would be to sink beneath the warm water and simply not resurface. Let it close over him and put an end to this nightmare for good.

But… he could not make himself seek that death, which seemed nobler sometimes and like cowardice at others. Deeper down than his despair, a single point of certainty burned - if he could only hold on long enough, his chance for escape would come.

And then, unlike the last three attempts he made to run, he would not be dragged back for the emperor’s displeasure to write itself on his skin. The next time, it would work, he would be free, and he would stay hidden from the emperor’s gaze for as long as it took for the vampire’s eye to turn itself to some other unlucky bastard that would be put into his place.

One day.

If he lived long enough.

If he could hold off that final despair.

He let his head tip back against the lip of huge wrought-iron tub and exhaled, listening without really hearing the servants’ whispered words as they spoke above and around him. The clink of porcelain, a teacup on a saucer settled down next to the bed. The commands by the emperor’s own personal servant, a rung above the other two on the ladder.

Someone came and helped him to sit back up, washed his hair for him. Emil never opened his eyes even to see who it was. He murmured answers to the questions put to him.

He did enjoy the way they knew to scrub at his scalp, though, the gentleness that with the emperor was laced with humiliation, but with the servants was simple efficiency.

It didn’t matter.

As long as it wasn’t the emperor touching him, back already to bring him to the brink of death but refuse him the final peace, he didn't mind. As long as it was only a human servant, with warm hands and a beating heart. As long as he did not feel those chill, long fingers closing slowly around his throat, feel the cool breath against his jaw, the graze of those sharp fangs over the scars of dozens of wounds left to heal only with time.

As long as it was a human who touched him, at least he could feel human himself - if only for a moment or two.

He had not felt human often, these past two years. Instead, he wore a pendant on a leather cord like pampered dogs wore collars, the emperor’s vampire clan mark carved into it. It was a collar he could never - would never dare - remove. Emil remembered the first time it had been slid over his head, how cold the pendant had been, at first. He had been kneeling on the floor, arms bound behind him and tears still drying until his face felt like cracked sand. His father’s body had been still warm from the slaughter that had taken his family and left him the heir to lands that had been conquered.

Not that being heir meant much, when the emperor had seen him and demanded his life.

If only... if only it had been just to feed.

He had been lifted to his feet by the emperor’s seemingly effortless strength - oh, but he hadn’t been the emperor, then. Just a minor noble, someone whose ambitions had been laughed at by the wealthy humans who thought themselves above vampiric predations. But the vampire plague had taken the country faster than anyone thought possible. It had spread east and west into the neighboring lands, and when they had come to Emil’s home, there had been no stopping them.

Emil had been a prize, that’s all, a symbol that the soon-to-be emperor could take what he wanted whenever he wanted it. There had been protests, but each one had been quelled. Every riot violently suppressed, each battle won, the man who held him rising and rising in the world until finally, half of Europe knelt at his feet.

No one cared about the nobleman who had become blood supply and plaything, begging on command and baring his throat with only a crook of the emperor’s ringed finger. His schoolmates all probably assumed he was dead. It... it had been a kindness the emperor had done, to have him announced as having died with his family. It had been a mercy, that everyone believed he was buried back in Austria-Hungary with his parents and brothers.

Really... he was, in a way.

The Emil who had witnessed his father’s bloody death had died then and there, in the dining hall of their estate. He wasn’t sure who had risen from kneeling and allowed himself to be led in numb horror to the conqueror’s bed, but it hadn't been the same man who had gone to his knees in the first place.

He might have left his own mind, during the bath.

He was in the tub, staring at nothing. Then he blinked and found himself lying back on the bed in the fresh, clean bedding, head on a pillow, staring once again up into the gilded canopy above him. He wore a loose white shirt and dark pants. On a side table, that cup of tea had long since cooled and lost its steam.

Who had made it?

Where had they gone?

When had he gotten dressed, or been dressed, without noticing?

Moreover… how long had Emil been lost in wherever it was he often went, after the emperor’s visits?

It didn’t matter.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, the room briefly swimming around him. The emperor’s temporary accommodations in this strange place - some neutral ground between invader and invaded, where representatives met at tables to bicker and argue before the vampires slaughtered them all anyway - were the nicest available, but he would have been happier sleeping on the floor, if only he were allowed to sleep alone.

Or to sleep during the night.

But he had to stay awake. If the emperor wanted him again, he would be punished if found sleeping without permission again.

He couldn’t have said what inspired him to look over at the door. It was purely some thoughtless fancy, but he felt his breath catch in his throat when he realized… the door was cracked open. He could see a sliver of the hallway just beyond it.

Emil swallowed, his throat tightening nearly to breathlessness as he tried to understand. The door was never left unlocked, had never been open. All his prior escape attempts had been through windows he’d broken or jumping out of the emperor’s auto and running into the crowd. This could not be real.

It must be a trap, a test, the emperor toying with him. Another of his games. It... it must be.

Emil pushed himself fully upright, then. He slid to the edge of the bed and stood, leaning against one of the four posters for balance as his head swam the world spun. His heart lurched painfully in his chest, beating with labored throbs that made it hard to expand his lungs.

Somewhere in this cavernous place, his master would be smiling as he watched nations fall at his feet, as the radio sent updates on the battles in France where human men fell in waves, some rising as vampires to turn on those they had called friends - against their will, but when one’s vampire commands… the fledglings, as the emperor called them, obey.

There was no way for the humans to win, and yet they fought to the bitter end. Even brought some of their own vampires to the side, including the oldest one to survive the madness of life too long lived.

They had held longer, here, and now the Americans were involved, but...

He was distracting himself. If it was a trap, well, he would have to step into it and feel it close around his foot. But if it wasn't... could he live with himself if he ignored even the tiniest, slimmest chance?

One foot in front of the other, each step a little less difficult than the last. He went from the bed to the doorway, just barely brushing his fingers against the heavy wood. When he eased it open a little further, some part of him was braced for screaming rusted hinges to give him away, but… no. The hinges had been oiled recently. The door swung, smoothly silent, and Emil stared into a perfectly empty hallway.

Of course, it was nearly midnight.

The vampires would all be moving around, the servants had come by and done their work, and only the blood would be left, some of it tied down and some simply too frightened or lost in the haze of the vampire's venom to wander.

Emil was far past being frightened, by now. And the emperor did not always give him enough venom to leave his mind too emptied to act.

If he tried to run and was caught again, he had no doubt he would be killed for it this time. He had pushed his master’s patience too often, to its limits. And yet… was the way he lived now even living, or simply an impossibly slow death anyway?

Emil took one step.

Then another.

He shuddered, goosebumps on his arms and a chill down his spine. He felt dizzy for an entirely different reason as he stood in the hallway, alone, for the first time since his capture two years before. No servant, no minder, no guard, no emperor-master whispering vile promises in his ear with a hand curving around his waist. No vampire nearby licking their lips and threatening to turn him to mincemeat whenever his master grew bored and threw him to the pack to be devoured.

Gas lamps gave off a warm, flickering yellow light up and down the hallway. The emperor disliked the new electric lights, as he kept calling them, the same way he loathed the automobiles that nonetheless outpaced the horses. The rest of this building was wired for the electricity - but the emperor’s own quarters were still lit with gas.

It took only a few seconds to move from the door to the end of the hallway, but Emil felt like it took ages. Each second ticked painfully, violently by the second hand on a clock hanging on the wall. His heart seemed to pound in time, his hands shaking so hard that when he tried to open another door, it took him three tries to grip tight enough to pull.

This door’s hinges squeaked - just a little. Emil froze, heart in his throat, and stared with wide, white-rimmed eyes around him, waiting for the shouted demands to be still, for a hand to clamp down and drag him back to the bed, where the emperor would have him chained, just like he had at the beginning.

His ankle still wore scars from the metal cuff that had been closed just a little too tightly. It had taken months to earn its removal, months that must be earned again after every single escape attempt failed.

The wounds lingering along his throat beneath his bandage stung, reminding him of his place in this dance of war between nations - to lie in bed and wait to be wanted, to be consumed, once again. He had wanted to play soldier, as a young boy. He had never gotten the chance as a man.

No one came after him, and so Emil moved further, keeping to shadowy areas, shifting in and out of emptied rooms when people walked past, staying carefully out of sight. He found boxes and boxes of papers, telegrams and notes from the front. The further he went, the more what snatches of speech he overheard from those he was hiding from were no longer in a language he understood. At some point, his careful movements had taken him out of the emperor’s quarters and into the enemy’s.

This building was neutral ground, but only if you stayed to your own side of it. He caught snatches of French and English, but no longer any German.

Emil was trespassing, then, and it was only a matter of time before he was noticed. There was no escape here - taking advantage of that unlocked door had been a mistake. As high as his hopes had risen, they crashed far, far lower. He found himself shifting into a wardrobe, sitting heavily down and curling into a ball, hands over his face. He would be found, turned over to the emperor, chained back to the bed again. He would be made to regret ever trying, yet again, to find some life outside of the hell he had been forced into. The Allies would sneer at him for the blood doll he'd been forced into being, and would care no more for him than anyone else.

The rumors said the Allies had offered asylum and even amnesty in some cases to any of the newly-turned vampires who could find their way to them, the ones forced to fight against their will. But would they offer the same to a man tied to a bed for two years?

Emil might rather die than see the look in their eyes as they understood what he was, what he'd done.

He had to get out of here, or death would come in the end anyway. No matter how well behaved he was, the emperor would become bored with him. Worse... he might choose to Turn him, and then he would be subjected to the man’s commands burning through his vampiric blood for all eternity, or at least until he was no longer wanted and was disposed of anyway. There would be no choices for him. There could be no final rebellion, not unless he took his chance now and ran.

Two of the enemy came into the room and Emil went still. He could hear them talking, but all he knew in their language was hello, goodbye, please and thank you, useless things like that. He had no idea how to say, I am not a spy, please, I need help, what do you want to know about the emperor? I will tell you anything, just don’t give me back to him, please don’t give me back. Please don't torture me, I know nothing useful, I only don't want to be his any longer.

The two men spoke. Papers rustled. Eventually, though, the door opened and closed again. Emil waited, counting to one hundred three times inside his mind, and then he cracked open the wardrobe to peek out.

The men were gone.

One of them, though, had left his dress jacket draped over a chair.

Emil moved in a rush, ignoring the dizzy spin that still clung to the edges of his vision, pushing himself out and jerking the scratchy wool on. It fit almost perfectly, which felt like some small miracle of luck. His pants were all wrong, but it was dark at night and dim even with the lights. Maybe he could go unnoticed, if he was quick and looked busy.

He rapidly finger-combed his hair, trying to get it to be less mussed, to be more the English style he'd seen here and there.

He made it halfway down the hall before he realized, with something like embarrassment more than terror, that he was still barefoot. It was just that, losing so much blood, his feet mostly always felt cold and a little numb. He was never allowed shoes unless the emperor took him outside anyway. He hadn’t even noticed he wasn’t wearing them. Someone would eventually see that...

But maybe he could make it outside before they did.

If he could make it outside, he could disappear into the city streets, leave the soldier’s jacket somewhere to be found and maybe returned to him, and… he had no idea what would come after that.

Emil no longer cared.

He hadn’t felt this alive since the emperor had first taken his chin in hand and called him beautiful, right to his face, since the pendant had been slid over his head and settled cool against his skin to mark him as no longer fully a man.

He hesitated as he pushed up a window inside a dark room, feeling the breeze from outside come inside with a biting chill. One hand went up to graze fingertips along the leather cord, to find the carved pendant. He…

No.

If he wanted to even have a chance to survive recapture, he could never take off the emperor’s mark, no matter how he hated its eternal weight and how easy it was to forget it was even there.

“Oy, Nightley, is that you?” A voice spoke up. He knew none of the words, beyond you, and he turned to look, startled. He felt like a deer freezing in the glare of sudden light. The man in the doorway squinted at him. “You look rough, Lieutenant. Trouble sleeping?”

He recognized the lilt of the man’s voice as a question having been asked. Emil swallowed, and took a chance - he nodded, and hoped he hadn’t chosen the wrong response.

“Me too. Bloody hard as hell to sleep with fangs all over the place. Although I guess you have it easier than most, since you’re used to the damn things, aren’t you?”

He chanced another nod, a shrug of his shoulders. The man came closer and Emil’s heart dropped into his stomach, terror sending chills down his spine, his arms, even to the very tips of his fingers and toes. He would be known, in a moment. He would be handed back to the emperor, to face his rage, or he would be used as a bargaining chip in the negotiations and the emperor would simply find some other pretty creature to claim for his own.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Blackthorne’s sort of a prickly business. Oh, shaved off your moustache, did you? Odd choice, thought you liked the damn thing. Anyway, you want a smoke? I’m dying for one, myself, always helps me relax.” The man held out a cigarette.

Emil took it, trying to hide how badly his fingers trembled. He nearly dropped the damn thing. The man lit his own cigarette with a match, fire briefly flaring and then dying out, and lit Emil’s as well.

He chanced, keeping his voice raspy as he inhaled and exhaled the cloud out into the night air - he hadn’t had a smoke since the emperor claimed him, it made the blood too bitter for him to enjoy - a simple, slight, “Thank you.”

He knew how to say that in English, at least.

“Welcome, lieutenant. Bloody mess, this war with vampires business. Keeps a man from his bed at all hours, and I feel like I’m just… buildin’ a wall that’ll get kicked over as soon as it’s done.”

Emil made a sound. Was it a yes, or a no? Even he couldn’t tell. The man’s tone gave him nothing to go on. He was guessing and he had no faith in his luck. It wasn’t as if he’d had any before this.

The man chuckled, unbothered, and turned away. “Not in a mood for natterin’ tonight, are you? Well, I’ll leave you to yourself, then. Oh, Blackthorne was looking for you. Shall I tell him you’re in here?”

Emil heard the question-sound again, and he paused, staring outside, and then just nodded.

“Huh. You are a quiet one tonight. Well, fair enough.” The man, sounding maybe a little upset, disappeared back out into the hallway. He was gone, though, and Emil inhaled his cigarette so deeply the embers flared bright in the near-darkness. He listened to the man walking away and slowly followed, closing the door behind him. He counted to sixty, and then moved back across the room and eased the window open the rest of the way.

It was easy enough to shift one leg out, then the other, turning and moving slowly downward until his bare feet touched cold grass.

In the room he had just left, the door opened again. “I swear,” Said the voice of the man who had given him the cigarette, “I thought it was you I saw in here, Lieutenant. Oy, wait, look over there-... someone's gone out the window!"

Emil let go in a panic, turning to run and then coming to a sudden stop. There was a high fence all around the building, too high for him - weak from blood loss and the enforced idleness of captivity - to climb on his own.

There were shouts from the room behind him, and welcome adrenaline flooded his veins as he simply turned on his heel and ran like hell. There had to be a gate, a way out onto the streets, somewhere he could safely disappear to. Or even a stable, a place to hide long enough to try to think of his next move.

There had to be somewhere-

He was so busy looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed that he ran directly into a wall.

He landed with a thump on his back on the grass, the breath knocked out of him, mouth open like a fish on land until his lungs cooperated again and he could inhale with a wheeze, trying to climb to his feet, stumbling. A hand caught him by one arm, and he jerked back as hard as he could.

“Hey, Lieutenant, are you-”

He took off running again.

"Hey!"

"Catch him! He's got my dress jacket!"

"Who the hell is that? Is that one of the Germans?"

His head pounding, vision narrowed to a single panicked point, a tunnel of clarity surrounded by sheer, impenetrable darkness, Emil ran.

He couldn’t run for long. He adrenaline wouldn't hold out. He could already feel it threatening to flag, but there was a tree next to the fence, and if he could climb it, he could get over.

Then he would just have to be able to keep running.

If he could just run for long enough, maybe he could get far enough away that the emperor would not drag him back to hell.

#original writing #whump #captivity #escaped whumpee #runaway whumpee #vague military whump #referenced noncon #vampire #vampires #referenced blood drinking #some vague pet whump vibes #war whump #WWI #alt history

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evilwriter37 · 15 days

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Initiation

Rated: explicit

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, torture, blood, blood drinking, non-consensual kissing, non-consensual touching

Relationships: Viggo/Hiccup

Word Count: 5,016

Summary: A cabin in the mountains sounds like a fun, perfect get-away to Hiccup, but Viggo has something else planned, something much more sinister.

Created for @anyfandomdarkbingo.

Square filled: Hazing

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cyberrat · 7 months

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76th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Cazador/fem!Tav – Part 3/3 – pre-established Tav/Astarion; rape/non-con; blood drinking; forced impregnation; changing POVs – Cazador's winning in every conceivable way.

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The despair on Astarion’s face is delicious. It is almost enough to satisfy Cazador in and off itself – if he weren’t currently enjoying the warm, generous hole of Astarion’s sweetheart. She takes him like a pro despite her growling.

He curls his arms around her hips, chin hooked over her shoulder as he pumps his hips against her ass, cock spearing her pussy over and over again.

It’s when she starts to become more quiet and her cunt trembles around his cock that things start to get really interesting.

Cazador’s gaze snaps back to Astarion, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Oh would you look at that… she’s about to come, isn’t she?”

Tav shakes her head violently no, her eyes clenched shut.

Cazador can’t keep from grinning, a positively unholy joy filling his chest.

“No?” he asks her, head turning so she can croon into her blood hot ear. “Are you saying your thighs aren’t trembling? Or that your delightful pussy hasn’t clamped down on my cock like it wants to strangle it?” He has completely stopped his thrusts just to feel the throb of her walls around his flexing shaft; and now he starts to move again. Slow. Deliberate as she immediately fights to stop everything that he mentioned – without success.

Tav is shaking her head again wildly. Cazador has to be careful so she wouldn’t knock him out but that’s fine. Everything is fine because this whole affair keeps getting better and better and better.

He barks out a single note of laughter, eyes boring into Astarion’s pale, agonized looking face. “The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” he announces, his hips still pumping nice and slow, taking care not to change the angle with wich he is spearing into her silky, throbbing body. The heat around his crown is intense; like he keeps dipping right into the very center of her being.

He can feel the tension mounting throughout her body. How desperately she is fighting against her response to be fucked by him.

Cazador thrusts harder, the snap of his hips causing Tav to throw her head back, her throat flushed and straining as she can’t cry out the lust she reluctantly feels. Slick keeps sliding down her thighs and glistening wet in the flickering lamp light of the room.

“You know what I think, my pet?” Cazador announces over her animal grunts as he fucks her faster; deeper; meaner. “I think that you did a wonderfully fine job in choosing her! She is a natural, is she not? So very easy; so eager for cock she even let a mongrel like you mount her.”

He stands up straighter, his arms around her body, forcing her more upright as well; her knees are visibly shaking as she tries to find some kind of purchase with her bound feet.

“It will have been the last time, though. Because from now on… she is mine. And she will pump out an army of loyal little pets for me! I’ll use her as my personal breeding bitch; I’ll fuck a new spawn into her the moment she gives birth to the last. I’ll have her swollen with my young over. And over again.

And the best thing is that she will love it. You know it as well as I do, do you not?” He’s starting to get out of breath as he fucks her, one hand cupping her stomach beneath her navel; the heel of his hand pressing into her to stimulate her from the outside as well. There are screeching little peaks in her moans now. She hates it but she can’t help it either. Her body is utterly betraying her and the sweetness is too heady to bear.

He answers his own question before Astarion can take a breath. “Of course you do! You can see how wild she’s getting for me. So lets hear her proper, shall we?”

Cazador snaps his fingers. The magic he used to keep her mouth shut had not been a big feat of power but it still feels good to only have to uphold one spell while he fucks this bitch’s brain out.

Just as predicted – and hoped – Tav wails her little damn heart out as he rabbit fucks her on his cock, pumping it into her with single-minded intent.

Her insides are having a death grip on him and the slick keeps sliding down to his balls where it itches and drives him wild in wholly different ways.

“FuuUuuuUuuuUuuUck!” Her voice keeps warbling as she is bounced on his dick, high-pitched in the cadence of a true whore that gets her cervix pummeled by the insistent push of his glans.

He wishes he could see her face; how she’s going cross eyed. But at least he can see Astarion as he witnesses his precious Tav’s corruption.

Cazador grabs her jaw, feeling her throat vibrating in his palm as she whines. She starts to fight again, her whole body trying to twist out of his grasp; one desperate last ditch effort to prevent the unpreventable.

He keeps his dick inside her. It’s like trying to ride a bucking horse, but she is trussed up and he is determined-

And finally she comes. Gurgling and sobbing, her whole body tensing as she convulses on his dick; a squirt of piss shooting from her lap and hitting the ground half a foot from her quiet, seething lover.

She slumps forward, all the tension gone out from her limbs.

Cazador would think her passed out from the intensity of her orgasm if he weren’t able to feel the warm pulsations around his cock and hear her low groaning.

“Easy now… we are not done yet, my precious little breeding sow,” he murmurs. With the hand still around her throat, he pulls her back up into position. His heart is racing. Her blood smells absolutely divine through the thin membrane of her skin. He is so close, he can taste the release on his tongue… but it is not as sweet as she will be once he’s pushed his fangs into her skin and drank her.

He has slowed down somewhat, giving himself time… but more so giving her time to regain her senses. He wants her to know what is happening.

He wants her to be alert and as filled with hate as Astarion is, kneeling in the corner, impotent and quietly raging.

Cazador searches his gaze and once he is sure that he has his undivided attention, he finally does it: he bites Tav.

It takes everything in him not to rip her throat out. Her blood gushing over his tongue and down his throat is orgasmic. Him pumping her full to his seed to the point of it gushing back out of her slick, overworked cunt is only prolonging the feeling into a sweet, sharp edge that lets him see the nighttime stars before his closed eyes.

Victory is so very, very sweet.

#cyberratting writes stuff #cazador/tav #astarion/tav #impregnation kink #bg3 #blood drinking #tw rape #tw noncon

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painsandconfusion · 2 years

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Hey, whumper.

You know that little dribble of blood running from the corner of whumpee's mouth?

Kiss it away.

#noncon kiss #idk have a prompt #blood #drinking blood #sure #ill tag that

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fyodorkitkat · 11 months

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Rating Carla cgs on a completely personal level. Spoilers for Dark Fate and Lost Eden

The tension in this is so intense, but I can't even be mad at him because what would you do if someone snuck up on you when you are trying to shower? 10/10 partially nude and wet Carla with a knife what is there to say?

10/10. Okay actually I'm going to try and leave out the context and judge only the cg my bad on the last one. Restraints. Chain choking. His facial expression. Obviously, a winner here.

This is a bite scene so obviously I am going to love it 10/10

The lighting, his soft smile, and of course my favorite situation for characters to be pictured in. Dancing together 💜🙏 10/10

He is so beautiful here. 10/10

Bite. Scene. And someplace painful too near the shoulder. Obviously, you know it. 10/10

😭😭😭😭 10/10

How can two people on the verge of death look so beautiful and sweet still 🙏😭 10/10

Now surely I can't think so highly of all bad end cgs, right? Wrong. This shit made me cry but you know what. I'd brush his hair for him too if he became a dazed shell of his former self. I'd take great care of him 🙏 10/10 despite crying (I apparently lied about context my bad)

If for some reason you have actually read this far you are probably thinking. Surely they can't rate every cg 10/10 right? Wrong. Because this right here? This is some good shit. 10/10

#did i do this just to have an excuse to throw ten of his cgs up on my blog? maybe so #carla tsukinami #dialovers #also i dont usually do this but in case anyone not familiar with the series following me decides to look at these i will try to be safe #cw violence #cw blood #cw dubcon #cw noncon #those dub and non warnings though are for a biting/blood drinking scene 🙏#for what i put up here at least 😐

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elympios · 7 months

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you can do whatever you want forever, as evidenced by the "wax poetic about how your little brother is never going to leave you ever again while he begs you to stop forcefeeding him your blood" fic being platonic and gen whereas the "kiss your little brother on the forehead under the mistletoe while he asks to continue living with you as an adult" is ambiguously incestuous

#unfortunately i'm too normal about even fractured kresniks and the worldbuilding does not lend itself to noncon blood drinking #striborg julius would be weird about killing ludger though. he could be. cradle ur baby bro while he bleeds out in your arms julius!#moments before you both die in a train wreck you caused :)#v #x2 #amb #i can put whatever words i like in whatever order i want

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I know Mina and Andreia have known each other for a while but what was their first meeting like? They're obviously close so I just wondered how they got that way.

(Tags/TW: blood drinking, intimate caretaker, vaguely mentioned frenzy, implied past abuse, vampires, romantic relationship, implied hookup, clinical blood centers)

"Your donor is here to meet with you now, if you'll just follow me."

Mina stood from her waiting table and gathered the few items she'd taken out of her bag, giving a few wide steps to keep up with the receptionist.

They took two agonizingly long hallways and soon turned to a door that seemed to almost blend into the wall as the others did. As soon as the woman stopped, they both paused and Mina looked up in question.

"Someone will be around to check through the glass every 15 minutes as a safety precaution and you're expected to inform an attendant if you both agree to start donations today. The first will be overseen by a security member and then we'll get on to the legal paperwork. Sound good?"

The information was rattled off like a text book and it took all the vampiress had in her to focus. It was a blur but she nodded her head and gave a verbal agreement as well. She'd already been wracked with nerves but as well as the initial interview went, she was already half way there.

"Good, Ms. Balan was the best fit for what you're seeking and given your requirements. I think you'll get along splendid."

Just like that, the woman left and she peeked through the window of the door to see a brunette sitting at the small table and serving herself a cup of coffee. Refreshments cluttered the space but she neatly poured the china full and dropped in a single sugar-cube to take off the bitter edge.

A final gather of courage and Mina opened the door, slinking through the door like a shy alley-cat and watching the human turn to her with a bright-eyed smile. If she had a heart, it would have been racing with how nervous she felt as soon as they made eye-contact.

"Hey! You must be Mina right?"

"Y-Yeah," Mina vaguely replied, taking a slow seat across from the woman and crossing her legs as well as her arms. "Andreia, right? Or do you prefer Ms. Balan?"

"Oh god no, Ms. Balan makes me feel like a thousand years old, Andreia is good but my friends call me Andi." Her smile was still so disarming but Mina was overly cautious. The human wasn't uninformed though, she'd already been told about what to expect from the vampire.

"So uh.. T-Tell me a little about yourself? I mean you don't have to but-"

"Sure! You can ask me anything but I'll give you the basics." Andreia started, picking up the mug and bringing it to her lips for a steady sip.

"I'm 20, I'm going to college to get my masters in vampiric study and science and if everything goes well, a minor in vampiric history and another in psychology." Andreia gave another pause for a drink and watched the vampiress slowly but surely start to emote with interest.

"There's no traumatic back-story, nothing cliché other than being brought up in Romanian folklore and living in Transylvania for most of my youth." A soft laugh and she covered her mouth, witnessing the woman across from her barely able to fight mimicking her. "That has nothing to do with why I chose to go into vampirical studies. But I do contribute it to making me want to help change how the world views vampires."

"I think it's good that humans are afraid of us... Because too many of us kill how they fear." Mina mumbled softly and watched the joy drip off of the edges of Andreia's face. She took another drink, a pause as she was thinking over what little she'd said but how powerful the words were.

"I think if more people understood, more people donated... More people fell in love with who society tells us we shouldn't... I think it would turn out better for everyone." Andreia lamented and Mina adjusted in her seat, started to prepare her own beverage.

"Obviously you don't want to kill, you want something peaceful, an arrangement. That's why you're here with me, right?" The human asked, picking up a sugar cube and dropping it into the vampiress' coffee before she could protest.

Mina looked at her with observation still, watching the way the light coming through the window was pulling pure honey out of her eyes. Her voice sounded like another layer of flavor like she was vibrant and full of sweetened life.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess you could say that. I really just need consistency, I-... I've never fed on a regular schedule. And I uh- I went a really... really long time without feeding once." Mina's voice shook a bit more as she explained but Andreia leaned closer and her brows pinched with concern. She'd already looked down, focused on the floor without even meaning to.

"Can I ask how long..?" Andreia pried and Mina looked at her again, eye to eye this time as if she was scanning her over for something hazardous.

"About 30 years.."

The human audibly gasped, features turned to shocked surprise. Even more concern bled out as she stammered to find the right words.

"I-I'm so sorry Mina, I- I can't imagine how much you must have suffered through that."

"I've suffered far, far worse than that... But I need to be able to teach my body it can feed again. I'm sure the agency or the dr told you.." Mina's voice trailed off and Andreia gave ample shakes of her head as soon as she'd put her mug back down on the table.

"Yes! Yes, they told me about your frenzy issues- but I have a strong belief that if you're able to feed regularly, it will correct itself. If you're telling me you once went 30 years without blood Mina, your body is going to respond with desperation every time you feed. It's no different than a human's eating disorder."

Something about hearing her speak so rationally and factually about the matter put the vampiress at ease with the slightest relief. She didn't seem to be afraid or think poorly of her yet.

"I don't think they're so different from us, Mina. Vampires aren't any different emotionally, they process trauma the same, they feel pain the same. You're not any different than I am, you just need something that I have. And I joined this program because I'm willing to share with someone instead of telling them they're evil for what they need."

Out of all the humans she'd met, the thousands of faces she'd seen, nothing had been quite as genuine, quite as thoughtful as Andreia was being.

Chocolate eyes were soft and it seemed as though she never stopped smiling, even when talking about such deep subjects there was a curve to the line of her lips. Something else, Mina noticed, the longer she sat with the human was a radiating scent that made her mouth water.

A soft swallow and Mina's nose twitched with how hard she tried to inhale the scent. It was rich and layered with a perfume that perfectly agreed with the natural notes of her skin. She'd been somewhere clean prior, the lingering traces of bleach clinging to her clothes.

"I was already given your medical file so it's only fair that you have mine," Andreia reasoned and reached into her messenger style bag to pull out a folder to hand to her.

Mina took it with a slow hesitation but soon flipped it open and found only a few pages worth of information, in comparison to the encyclopedia she was certain the human had received.

The documents read of healthy condition, average heart rate and no abnormalities in long-term study. Her blood type was a rare one, iron levels and platelets were strong. She seemed the height of physical perfection and even more detailed events such as stress tests, didn't phase how enduring her body was.

"I do smoke but I'm trying to switch to vaping, so it's not as flavored in the blood. I rarely drink alcohol and when I do, I'll make sure it's out of line with your feeding schedule so you don't get the effects."

"I don't mind the taste of tobacco, it doesn't really affect much but I'd worry for your heart if I'm already stressing it out enough," Mina informed and Andreia gave her another award-winning smile. She was made for live television, if not Hollywood.

"I need to quit anyway but this will give me a better excuse. So what do you say? Can I be your donor?"

Mina finally couldn't control it, the small smile that spread across her lips and only felt welcome enough to stay for a few moments. She looked away, couldn't stare at her for too much longer without being too obvious about her piqued interest.

"Yeah.. B-But I can't feed here, I know that's scary for me to suggest but I promise I won't hurt you-"

"I trust you, Mina. I think it's better if we go somewhere more natural, wherever you'd be most comfortable." Andreia agreed, not batting an eye at her request that she'd felt so much nauseous tension about asking. "So let's go get an attendant and get the paperwork done and we can go wherever you want."

It wasn't until both women made it to the parking garage, that the tension remotely started to break after the grueling registration. A set of heels and a slap of sneakers echoed while they made way to Andreia's car to take them elsewhere.

"I thought she'd ask for my damn shoe size," Andreia teased and pressed a button on her fob to let them both into her vehicle.

"I'm glad that they are thorough though, so people ideally don't get set up with dangerous vampires." Mina added and once they were seated, Andreia looked over towards her.

"Now that we're not under surveillance, I want you to know Mina, I don't pity you," The human spoke and for a moment, Mina looked up at her in surprise. "I think you're a survivor and that deserves praise, not pity. I read over your file like it was a novel for two weeks straight and I made up my mind then and there, I wasn't going to pity you."

"Andreia I-"

"But don't think that I won't comfort you, too, if you need it someday. Comfort doesn't diminish how fucking hard you hard to fight to make it this far but I think pity does." Andreia looked at her and the arm resting on the center console rolled over and offered a hand to her.

Mina stared down a bit too long at a soft, pale hand that had brightly manicured nails at the tips of her fingers. It waited in a gentle pause and when her sight met gaze with the human again, she felt a pang of electricity surge through her chest.

"I'm here to be your friend, if you don't just want a donor," She spoke, leaving the offering limb exposed, and when a shaking hand slid into hers she couldn't contain her smile.

Mina gave a squeeze and despite the trembles, she left it there and felt the corners of her lips sneak up to match the other woman's expression.

"Are you sure you're okay coming to my apartment?" Andreia asked as she pulled out the keys and opened the door for both of them to enter.

"I want you to be comfortable too." Mina explained, walking into the living space and once Andreia was past the door, Mina paused to ask another question. "Can I lock the door?"

"Please, things get kinda weird in the complex when it gets late so I keep it locked in general." Another question she knew the vampiress had been hesitant to ask but she responded well yet again. She really didn't seem uncomfortable with what they were about to do.

"Sorry it's a little messy in here, I'm at school most of the time so I don't get much time to clean- or rather I don't have the energy most of the time." Andreia circled her couch and plopped down onto it, inviting the vampire to do the same.

"So do I need to take my shirt off or change- I don't mind I just want to be prepared." The human asked and Mina shook a head of soft curls.

"I won't be messy, I-uh I..." Now the nerves were getting to her, now that she sat with her so close and the gravity of what she was there for, slowly sank in. "Maybe... I shouldn't, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Mina.. The only way you're going to get back in control is if you don't starve yourself." Andreia encouraged, turning to her and reaching behind herself to take off her necklaces. "I'm not afraid of you and I trust you. You haven't given me a reason not to."

"We've barely known each other long enough for you to say that," Mina tried to discourage, tried to somehow change both of their minds.

"I'd like to trust that you understand pain and torment and death, better than anyone else," She spoke, looking at the woman eye to eye as soon as she'd caught her attention. "I also think you know what trust is worth and how hard it is to build it back once it's broken."

"Are you sure, Andreia? That you're okay with me biting you.." Mina still hesitated and watched the human woman move closer to her, start to unbutton her blouse by a few buttons.

"I'm sure Mina. You have my permission to feed from me."

The hand that touched her face to push her bangs back, was still trembling with anxious nerves but the eyes focused on her had shifted their intensity.

It gave Andreia the sensation of butterflies, like she was leaning in for her first kiss. She naturally tilted her head when the vampiress moved in closer and she watched her fingers idly shake and pause with her shift. She looked so uncomfortable, like she was afraid to get close despite how awkward it made their positioning.

She was afraid to touch her, feel skin, tune into the pulse under her palms. The things that kept vampires connected to the health of their human but also lured the beast freshly to the surface.

"Will you hug me..? So I can hold onto you when the pain comes.." Andreia asked with such innocence, framing the intent as though Mina would be doing her a favor of comfort, instead of giving herself a primal luxury.

It must have worked, because the woman scooted closer and arms circled hers in such a position, it almost pinned them to her sides. Her heart didn’t faulter. She wasn’t scared, Mina thought.

Even while staring through Andreia, looking a rushing artery eye to eye; she froze. Her mouth pooled saliva, body ran clammy and cold with aching need. She was shaking the other female, too.

When hands rested on her back, she flinched like she’d been stabbed, coiled closer but in a startled fear. A wheeze left her lips, as if she’d never forgotten how to breathe and a strained, croaking voice pleaded softly to the body in her grasp.

“P-Please.. d-don’t touch my back-” In an instant, the vampiress’ vision was clouded with tears that she couldn’t repress, tremors that rattled two bodies with impressive force.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry- It’s okay, Mina, It’s okay, I won’t touch you at all, okay?” Andreia soothed, fingers twitching with the desire to pet her head, somehow reassure her she meant no harm. It was hard, to not be able to physically comfort her.

For now, she’d use her actions to convince the vampiress she wasn’t going to pose a threat. Wouldn’t harm her, wouldn’t intentionally try to dig up a buried past. She needed to let Mina know, she could safely drink and regain the health she’d been losing since her starvation.

It took the vampiress prolonged minutes to compose herself, to keep staring that vein down until she felt something. Anything that would be able to bring her enough force to drink. Something to expose her fangs, give her body the indication she wanted to bite.

“I’m not angry.. I don’t have to touch you, for blood, Mina..” Andreia whispered the longer they sat in silence. She hadn’t thought of what could possibly be lingering in her mind, causing her fear to build, but she hoped she was on the right track.

It was slow but the speeds that the vampiress’ body vibrated, were diminished if only by a few rattles. She’d moved just a centimeter or two closer, even as the human gently let herself lay in the surrender of her arms. She’d relaxed, rag-dolled to assure Mina was comfortable; aware of her intention by the rigidity in or out of her muscles.

“It’s okay, love, don’t be scared..” Andreia comforted in a soft whisper, head laying on a sloped shoulder in total compliance. Tilted, just enough for the puzzle piece of piercing fangs to reach.

“I trust you, Mina.. I trust you, so don’t be afraid, okay?”

The woman had expected much more pain, when the bite finally came. She’d bared down like she’d been ready for surgery, or a bone to be broken but it was a much different experience. One that text books couldn’t have prepared her for.

Pleasure.

It stung like a bee and blossomed into a wave of heat that found every tip of her extremities. Her spine carried the brunt but it felt like tiny shocks that made her legs shake and body stiffen like she’d already been brought to the edge. The arms around her tightened and when fangs dug deeper to make the holes in her carotid bigger; she moaned softly into the air and wore the embarrassment moments after.

It was comforting, to know Andreia wasn’t afraid or being tormented.

Mina knew it was normal, aware of what it caused and there was even more shame was rooted around it. She forced humans against their will, to feel pleasure. To twist pain and arousal, to crave that feeling and touch again.

That’s what made it disgusting.

As soon as blood hit her taste buds, washed down her throat and splashed deeply in her stomach; she felt an overwhelming need start to itch at her limbs to pull tighter. Her mouth filled with saliva down her cheeks, chest spasmed and eyes seared their color with a bright, glowing intensity. It took all of two, three mouthfuls before her posture changed.

The human felt it. A grip around her that almost ached, a jaw that latched back into place and bit into her neck harder. Teeth bit back in, punctured the rushing vein in a second place and she finally animated to grab the vampiress’ sides.

Another moan, a shift of her thighs and she was breathless with how much mind-numbing euphoria raced to cover up the intensity of the stabbing pressure that shot down her limbs and tingled the tips of her toes and fingers. Her lids fluttered, unknowing when she’d ever closed them but now, her vision swirled from such a sudden pull.

Maybe it had been a mistake, to surrender to someone who really might not know any sense of control.

“M-Mina.. Slow down, please..” A mumbled plea and she could hardly hear her own voice, over the sound of sucking lips and small growls from the back of the other woman’s throat.

The next sound out of her was a gasp and she was left staring at the ceiling, when the woman flipped her onto her back and pressed her deeply into the couch.

She fit against her too perfectly, such a pleasing pressure that scraped against her body and numbed her mind. Hips carelessly met with hers and Andreia thoughtlessly grabbed bare sides where her tank-top had ridden up.

The woman listened, though. Her forceful pulls slowed, she took her fangs back and Andreia swore she heard a single panting breath escape her. She’d stopped shaking but now, she twitched with struggling power between herself and the monster she’d touched noses with.

“I-It’s okay, Mina..” Andreia encouraged breathlessly, the vampires’ name pitching up an octave when another surge of bliss worked a wave across her body. “You don’t have to take i-it all now.. You can have more, I promise-”

The vampiress gave a steady grind of her hips, had already nested between legs that parted to invite her in. She couldn’t resist or manage to stop herself and Andreia still didn’t give the taste of smell of fear.

“I’m yours..” Her thoughts had clouded, she couldn’t get her point across any other way.

She was her life-source, her donor; she wasn’t about to leave her without what she needed anytime soon. But what came out, was something much more in tune with the way her body felt, how dizzy she’d become and how good the other woman felt on top of her.

“I don’t mind taking care of.. her too..” Andreia mumbled sweetly, arm sneaking up to rest an affectionate hand to the back of messy, dark curls. The beast was listening to her and Mina was too, licking over wounds to staunch their bleeding. “All you have to do is ask..”

Ask.

And if the answer is no?

Stop? Cease? Quit? Enough?

Enough. Enough! I’ve had enough! Please! Just stop, I’m begging you!

The vampiress froze, as the copious amount of blood ran through her, calmed her cells, started to soak in and revive her. Her skin slowly brightened, body repaired from it’s wear and tear from how she’d treated it. Every nerve she owned was soaking up something it had needed for longer than she herself, knew.

What surprised Andreia, was the fact she pulled away and stopped just far away enough to look at her. Green eyes were still acidic, pulsing with power. Her chin wore blood that she’d smeared, the moment she’d gone too far and dug in the second time.

And yet brown eyes looked up at her with a lidded expression, plush lips were parted and taking in bigger rasps of air. She was flushed, eyes were glossy and at that moment she gave such an appearance of vulnerable surrender. To something that knew it was more powerful than her.

“I-I’m sorry-” Mina started, barely able to project above a whisper.

“Don’t be sorry.. It’s okay if we do.. what your body wants to do, Mina..” Andreia was a bit too open, too shameless, she thought. Perhaps she was the one, doing the seducing, instead of the lore-proclaimed succubus above her. “I feel it too, it’s normal..”

“We just met..” Such a human-driven response, even as she looked at her in a way that contradicted everything she’d just dared to argue.

What it earned, was a soft laugh. As if what she’d just expressed was silly but no condescension laid in the tone. It was fond. Amusingly fond.

“Welcome to the 21st century.. People fuck on the first date now.” Andreia mused and Mina couldn’t fight the expression that threatened to mimic the human’s. “You can’t expect to go against your total livelihood and be a vegetarian, celibate vampire, Mina..”

“But we could.. make it a little more formal in the bedroom.” A finger found a pronounced curl and wrapped it temptingly around her finger, head raising to brush her nose against the other woman’s.

Their fate was sealed, when one of them dared to move closer and lips met another pair. The flame ignited on contact and the vampiress’ blood rushed back up to her brain and eagerly nudged at the switch that wanted to flip.

By the time Andreia laid in a heap in her bed, head aching and heart pounding to keep up with her blood loss and fatigue; she’d been tucked in and had a dazed smile on her lips, eyes hooded and following Mina.

The vampiress had stood, slid panties back on and a tee-shirt back over her head. She’d glanced around for another article of clothing but met eyes with the satisfied, but worn and paled human under the blankets.

“Wait.. Are you leaving?” Andreia spoke softly, a pout already on her lips. “It’s late, we’ve been at it for hours..”

“Exactly, that’s why you need the rest, so I was going to get out of here and let you.” Mina reasoned, watching a hand slip out and reach for her.

“Smashing and dashing is so not cool, you should just stay here tonight..” The human teased and the vampiress looked thoughtful for a moment.

Was it really okay? To be so ravenous, take so much, all in one night?

Her body, her blood, and now she was being daring enough to invite her so closely into her space. Her home. Her bed to sleep beside her. Like she wasn’t just biting into her neck and drinking something out of her. It had to be the blood talking, trying to give herself a reason to stay so close to her source.

“I shouldn’t... You need to sleep comfortably, there’s no telling if you will if I’m here.”

“And there’s no telling if I won’t, either... Come on, Mina-rina... there’s no excuse to be shy now.”

The human certainly had a point.

“Are you sure..?” Mina echoed a final time, knee hesitantly propping onto the bed.

“We both have to report to the clinic tomorrow anyways, don’t we?” Andreia reminded in a sleepy voice, covering a yawn with the back of her hand before extending it further.

“Y-Yeah.. 10am.”

“Then I give you permission, Mina. To sleep here with me and we can go over together in the morning.”

No sooner did the vampiress settle back into bed and lay on her side to look at the woman, she breached the gap between them and was buried in Mina’s chest in an instant. She wrapped arms around the human against her, tried to loosen the muscles in her body that had already tensed from her hold.

“Are you warm enough?” Andreia whispered, eyes just barely slit open as fingers started to thread through her hair and aid in settling her fatigue.

“I’m fine, you’ll keep me warm like this..”

“Goodnight Mina..”

“Goodnight.. Andi.”

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