vee

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vee. he/she. 20. dyke

usual dni crit (MEN DNI). but i do block freely and happily

reblog heavy. here because twt is crazy and katseye rpf heals the soul

but do send asks, prompts (i might write it who knows) or dms! i dont bite (probably)

writing under the #vee's musings tag i will NOT write: explicit nsfw, anything nsfw involving yoonchae

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MDNI CW: blood (obvs), dubious.. consent? (dani's drunk, lara is sober) 1.3k words of nonsensical writing... Enjoy!

“Jesus, you are fucking hammered.”

It’s Lara, Lara Lara Lara– pretty girl– “Laraaa. Hey girl!” Dani rolls her r’s, grinning and canines bared at the taller girl standing in front of her. She’s not sure why Lara’s looking at her like that, brows furrowed– she’s too pretty and sweet to be so worried; she looks around the dingy house party that she and Lara have found themselves at, ready to start an argument with whoever made such a pretty girl look so stressed. 

Lara laughs something melodic, her teeth gleaming in the dim light, and it’s not just because of her teeth decor. Dani lets herself be hoisted up and dragged somewhere by the younger? Older? Dani doesn’t know– mentally older, but physically younger, but like– is Dani still the eldest in this situation– “Dani.” She gets snapped out of her thoughts, and oh! They’re in someone’s room, posters all over the wall for some… soccer team she doesn’t care for, and the bed is a wreck, pillows and blanket strewn on the floor, fitted bedsheet coming off the mattress corner. Dani does not want to know how many people have had their fun on there; she looks back up at Lara, and she’s smilingsmilingsmiling– Dani loves her smile and she loves her laugh and she loves Lar–

“You okay? I called Megan; she should be here in like forty-five minutes. I didn’t want us to wait with all those frat boys around.” She’s still smiling, good. Her head tilted to the side as she speaks to the other girl, and Dani watches, enraptured by the way Lara’s hair falls over her shoulder and her eyes trail over to her top, a leather top that hugs her just right in all the right places. She hears Lara laugh again and suddenly feels a cold hand wrap gently around her chin. “Eyes up here, mama.” God forbid a girl looks. 

Dani blearily makes eye contact with her. She is going to hate herself in the morning. She’s still looking at Lara so intently before she blurts out– “Have you fed today?” Now staring at her teeth, her fangs, she refuses to hide, fangs that Megan always lectures her about to put away and Lara’s eyes narrow like she’s trying to read Dani’s mind, which– she really hopes she can’t, like prays, genuinely that she can’t.

“Nah, not yet.” Lara lets go of her face, and Dani almost feels like whining for her not to stop touching her. “I have a few bags in the dorm, or I’ll go find some poor loser later to feed on.”

“Me.” Dumbass.

“Huh?” She looks like she’s holding back a laugh at the thought of feeding on Dani, or maybe she’s just laughing at how stupid she’s acting. “I mean– like.” Suddenly shy, she fiddles with her crucifix and looks at anything but Lara. “Feed on me… Please?” Lara shakes her head because, ugh. Her and her morals and grabs Dani’s hand and leads her to sit with her on the edge of the mattress that doesn’t look like it’s seen the horrors of horny college students.

Dani huffs as she sits down, pouting like a toddler being told: No, you can’t have another chocolate bar. She lays her head on Lara’s shoulder, (still) pouting up at her and reaches for Lara’s cold hands to hold in her own. It still kinda freaks Dani out that her and Megan are like. For real, dead, and that's the only time they’re ever warm is if they go bite people and drink their blood, because they’re vampires. Real vampires like those shitty Twilight movies that Manon made her marathon watch when they still shared a dorm. 

Lara’s still smiling at her, her teeth and the danger of it all, all on show, and Dani shuffles herself– decides to let go of her hands and hold Lara’s equally cold, but beautiful grinning face instead, thumbs inching their way towards the other girls canines, itching to trace them; one wrong move and Dani could cut herself– and the teeth kinda reminds her of that nursery rhyme where Gretel? Wait, no. Red Riding Hood is interrogating the wolf pretending to be her grandma, and Red Riding Hood says– “What big teeth you have.”

Something in Lara shifts; she hears Dani’s heart, how fast it started beating the moment her fingers got dangerously close to her mouth. She sees Dani’s half-lidded eyes, the reverence she holds for her and the teeth that have hurt and killed so many, and she feels the warmth of Dani’s skin and her breath ghosting over her face and the smell of alcohol and fuck– Megan needs to hurry up.

Lara inhales deeply. She doesn’t need to breathe, but old habits die hard, and her mouth suddenly feels dry. She holds Dani’s wrists and watches how easily Dani melts at the touch. They’re both looking at each other, and Dani is smiling like she’s trying to goad Lara on, to fall for her trap, to be a good vampire and drink. 

Dani smiles even wider when she realises that Lara is cracking and she feels like she just won the fucking lottery because she feels Lara rest her forehead on Dani’s and they’re sharing breath and Dani knows how good her blood smells to the other girl and she’s about to say something to tease her some more, but– “The better to eat you with.” 

And the kiss feels hungry. Lara’s hands are already under Dani’s crop top, fingers just brushing under the band of Dani’s bra, and Dani’s hands, still holding her face, are trying to pullpullpull Lara closer, and it’s not enough, it’s not enough–She groans and wraps her arms around Lara’s neck instead, and the other girl has one arm wrapped around her waist, and Dani shivers at the contrast of her cold skin against her alcohol flushed body.

But Lara still isn’t giving her what she wants; she wants the sting, the feeling of warmth dripping down her chin onto her neck– she wants Lara to bleed her fucking dry, so she decides to dig her acrylics into the back of Lara’s neck, and she pulls away to gasp before letting out a quiet growl– that Dani will explore later– and their next kiss feels almost violent. Lara starts to drag her own nails on Dani’s hips, not as hard as the other girl would like, but still hard enough for her to let out gasps and whines that get her small laughs from the taller girl.

Dani almost wants to pull away and start arguing because god. She’s still not giving her what she wants: bite me, make me bleed, mark me, make me yours, stain my clothes with me and shit. Lara might actually be able to read her mind because before Dani could even think to move away from her, Lara bites down on her lower lip and yes. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Lara bites down and drags Dani up onto her lap, and this is everything Daniela wanted and more. 

She’s groaning and making small noises into Lara’s mouth, and Lara’s drinking and licking up every drop of blood she can get from her. She is fucking starving, and Dani has more than enough for her to feast on. Dani doesn’t even notice what her own hips are doing on Lara’s lap until she feels Lara grip hard enough to leave bruises on them, and encourages Dani to move– to take what she wants, like how she’s taking from Dani.