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D.N. Bryn
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October 19 - October 21, 2024
So that left home invasion: the vampiric equivalent of that old game show with the doors.
“Dude, there’s no fucking way. I’m too young and hot to waste my life in a cubicle for the next forty years.
“Seeing other humans, are you?”
That was what dreams were for—getting you horny in circumstances that made your waking self reevaluate your sanity.
There was at least one part of who Vincent was that Wes wouldn’t be judging.
But the way Wes’s eyebrows tugged together, his lips, a little fuller and rounder than Vincent’s, puckering enough that Vincent swore his heart made a literal sound in his chest as it waved to his dick, he absolutely couldn’t say no. He couldn’t say yes yet either.
gay
I want you to let me grip your hair as I suck on your neck, I want you to fight me just a little so your body presses into mine, I want you to run your hands over your skin and tug at your clothing and see how long I can hold myself back from biting you
Because if my existence starts hurting anyone but myself, then maybe I don’t deserve to exist at all.”
Because there was no way in heaven or hell or anything in between that Wesley Smith Garcia was ever letting Vitalis-Barron get their hands on his vampire.
He booted up the vampire dating sim on instinct. Or, maybe it wasn’t instinct, exactly. Maybe it was the tingly his pingly was sorely missing right now.
Help.
“Please, you assume they’re a dude? I’ll have you know that I’m happy to get my blood sucked by vampires of any gender. Or all vampires, of all genders! Bite me up, baby.”
“Hi bi, I’m gay.”
“Pretty sure there’s lots of rich people with books on dating.” “Yeah but they’re all straight and white and mostly wrong, so they don’t count.”
It becomes a kind of recurring loop, where your interactions with media feed into real life, then real life feeds back into media, in order to create something more complex than either on their own, sometimes for better and sometimes for worse. But when people engage with kindness and empathy as their foundation, I think those interactions are mostly positive ones.
lowkey a deep analysis of media consumption
when you actually shower
Tamlin level compliment
Just bros for kinky biting, that was all they were.
He would know him anywhere: in the pitch black, at the end of the world, by the sound of his breath and the way Wes’s heart tuned to it.
The sight of him like this burned Wesley alive.
God, if this worked, he was never going to half-ass anything again in his life. Maybe he’d even start going to Mass. At least for Advent and Easter.
Why would Vitalis-Barron have wanted his mom this badly, if she hadn’t been a vampire?
Dr. Clementine Hughes, chemist of the year, potential Nobel Prize winner, secret writer of five million words of slow-burning, emotionally smutty and incredibly gay Star Trek fanfic, had exerted a great deal of energy in order to live this perfect a life.
It is Spirk fic, isn't it?
No vampires were harmed in the making of this story.
