Just a heads up that I have locked all of my fics on AO3 today and you are no longer able to read or access them without being logged in.
I did not wanna do this, I wanted to keep my fics open and readable to those who do not have accounts because before I started writing myself, I only read as a guest for years.
But with the latest AI-fed scraping done to public fics, I am just beyond pissed. I don't want my creativity, passion, and art to be used for an AI without my permission. It's unethical.
Please, if you're a reader of mine, make an account on AO3 right now. It might take 2-6 weeks to get it (as AO3 has a queueing system for new accounts) but I can send you any new chapters privately while you wait for your account. Just DM me (on Tumblr, Bluesky, Discord) and I'll keep you updated on my fics during the waiting time.
You deserve to read them for free. And I deserve to have my works protected from the stealing AI.
Hi! This isn't my first full post, but I wanted to post a recent WIP of mine. I will admit I'm a little nervous to post this. But! If you want to indulge in Vampire!Jason Todd, this is for you!
Jason Todd x f!Reader
Warnings - vampires/blood/blood drinking, suggestive at the end
1.2K Words ⏾ 18+ MDNI
He hated waking you up for something like this - feeding, because he’d been too reckless. Too many flesh wounds and not enough sustenance to support self-healing. Slipping in through your window had been easy enough, your prior permission granted access. He’d remembered your shock when you’d realized that tale was true.
Jason can hear the steady patter of your heart, blood moving sluggishly against your veins in deep sleep. As if your body was accustomed to his presence, you stirred, turning over and blinking blearily into the room. As your eyes adjusted and fell on him, fear didn’t spike in your veins; your heart rate didn’t quicken, though a slow, sleepy smile did creep across your lips.
Jason shed his jacket at the sight, moving closer to the edge of the bed. His hand slowly reached for your wrist, wanting nothing more than to kiss the paper-thin skin housing your veins, to run his tongue across the soft expanse. His hind brain itched to taste your blood, to use your life force to heal himself, to have you coursing through his veins, carrying you with him.
You let him grasp your wrist, the limb limp in his hand, not an ounce of fear or regret flowing from you. His knees hit the plush carpet of your rug without second thought, as if kneeling before an altar, bringing his face closer to his target. Jason’s grip was tender; he was always soft with you, a stark contrast to how he can and will tear into the skin of criminals and thugs. His thumb rubbed a soothing pattern against the smooth surface of your inner wrist, the warmth of your humanity clinging to his cold skin, already imbuing him with life.
His eyes flutter shut as his nose makes contact first, dragging against the thin skin, his exhale tickling you. Even the smell of your blood through your skin was already intoxicating to him. Warm vanilla and chocolate invaded his senses. Next, his rough lips follow suit, pulling softly, tongue darting out to lap against you.
Your sleepy gaze never falls from him - watching intently as he cradles your wrist so delicately, a warm flush finds its home on your cheeks at the intimate display of him savoring the contact. As consciousness impinges on your brain, you notice how pale he is, the normal flush of your blood in his cheeks near non-existent. His eyes look even more sunken in, and you take note of a few new scrapes and cuts littering his cheeks and neck.
A gasp breaks Jason from his stupor, fangs nowhere near breaking your skin. He notices you attempt to sit up more, breaking the soft spell of the quiet room. You pull your wrist from his grasp, and he lets you, never wanting to force anything upon you. He doesn’t miss your contact for long as your hand cups his cheek, the filtered light from the street lamps illuminating just how famished he was. Your hand pulls him closer, beckoning him to nearly join you in the bed.
“You need more than that…” the first words you’d uttered since he entered your sanctuary. Your hand falls from his face, and Jason nearly lets out a small whimper of discontent before realizing you were using that same hand to pull at the collar of your shirt. He watched with a predator-like gaze as you offered the smooth column of your neck to him.
“Are you sure?” His voice came out rough, tempered by his thirst. Jason watched as you nodded and relaxed against your pillows, hand reaching out to find purchase on his shirt to tug him closer.
What he’d done to deserve this offer, especially from someone as pliant as you, he will never know.
Jason’s fingers reach out to brush your hair behind your ear, another soft act before bloodshed. He leaned in again, and your eyes fluttered shut, breathing evening out, relaxation evident in your pulse. He again let his nose brush against your throat, followed by his lips. In the soft haven of your throat, he could smell you even more, soft notes of coffee and pear making themselves known. Jason’s lips press against the delicate skin, pulse jumping against them, tongue darting out to offer an apology for what’s to follow.
Nature takes over, his mouth opens, and Jason’s fangs sink into the soft skin. Blood floods his senses, the sound of you rushing into his ears silences the small gasp that leaves you. He feels your body try to contract, it’s natural response to attempt to flee, but you force yourself to relax. Something about that quells Jason’s disgust in himself - the fact that you fight your body’s natural urge to escape and force it to submit to his feeding.
The taste of you is unreal, more delicious than any human meal Jason ate before his death. Better than any person he’d fed on before you. The taste is bright and warm, like bathing in the sunshine that never blankets Gotham. Feeling your warmth bleed into him is an intimate gesture. Jason feels your fingers card through his hair, a small attempt at comfort as if he’s the one bleeding into a creature’s maw.
Jason continues to take measured gulps, his skin already beginning to flush, and the scrapes pulling back together as if never there. The rushing of your blood quiets down, and he can hear your small whimpers. Not wanting to take too much or hurt you, he pulls away, the two puncture wounds seeping after he removes himself. He’s quick to trace the trails of blood with his tongue, not wanting even the smallest drop of you to go to waste. Jason places a chaste kiss between the marks as a small gesture of thanks before he lifts his head to study you. Your hand is still clutched into the hair at the nape of his neck, the scrape of your nails a delicious tug on his senses. He notes the heavy flush adorning your own cheeks, pupils eclipsing the color of your eyes, and the way your petal soft lips are parted as small huffs of air escape you.
Jason leans in again, closer to your face, a small whine joining the space between you. Before he can plant his lips against your own, an even more delicious smell assaults his senses - your arousal. The heady and heavy aroma causes the synapses in his brain to misfire. Jason can feel his own pupils dilate, knees itching to move from their cemented spot, to cage you against the bed. The hand in his hair tightened again, and like a gunshot, he sprang into action.
His hands shot up to cup your flushed cheeks, grasp still yielding. His lips quickly found yours - his tongue tracing against the seam of your mouth, begging for entrance. A sharp canine catches against your supple bottom lip, and he swallows the gasp, using it as entry. The taste of your own blood licks against your taste buds. It’s not nauseating like you’d have assumed; it was pleasant, especially when it was ushered from Jason’s mouth.
the only way out is through. warnings for life-series-fandom-ish angst and minecraft violence! please be safe and take care <3 // essentiall
had a ton of free time and a Lot of life series thoughts, so i made a uquiz! rather than focusing on specific players, i thought i'd instead create a quiz from the players' perspective, with the results being character archetypes we've seen before (the winner, the loner, the canary, etc.). it came out a bit more like a fanfiction than a personality quiz – basically a choose-your-own-adventure life series game! hope you enjoy <3
Connection Ch 20 - Daydreams and Nightmares (Extra Long Chapter)
Read here!
Nexus, Solar, Jack, and Eclipse go shopping in the dimension next to theirs, and Nexus learns some interesting new things about each of them...
20th Chapter special: 12 000 words of fluff and scares, sprinkled with some angst, teasing, and sweets- But in very mixed order!
Link is thinking back to a fond childhood memory. One he spent with his closest confidant: Zelda.
As much as he was grateful to have had the chance to live through his childhood, there were scars that remained from a different past and a new present. Only one person could truly understand.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A sketch for the story:
This is my first time publishing fanfiction in a long time. My writing seems to have changed a bit, as I've been working on becoming a published writer. I hope you enjoy!
My fourth contribution to the @serenade-of-time event!
When I'm not rewatching SPN or adding design to my shop I find design on Pintrest and make them in hama beads. This is the latest design taken from Braclettbook
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