#vampire sasuke

Ah haha so I watched Nosferatu, and I have been obsessed. I am now writing a SasuSaku oneshot based off of the premise. This one shot has developed (in about 2 days time) to a 5,500 word fic with another 12 scenes planned but not fleshed out. That said, here's a lil preview because I need someone else to maybe obsess with me.

Covenant

“You ask after him.”

Her dream self looked up to him from the ocean, the sky colored like a bruised peach, oranges and soft pinks reflecting in the calm waves. She was sitting on the sand, the waves kissed her toes, her heavy dress drenched in salt water. She thought that she should be cold, soaking as she was, but she felt nothing but warmth.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

She watched as she trailed her finger in the sand, drawing lazy lines, the grains rough but comforting against her skin and she sighed.

“Must we discuss it?”

She could see, in her peripheral vision, as his pitch eyes flashed red, and she pursed her mouth.

“He is my husband.”

“I am your husband.”

“But you do not exist.”

He was beside her in an instant, towering over her from her position on the ground. He was seething, nostrils flaring, eyes blood red and narrowed. He knelt beside her, sinewy body menacing even with its seeming frailty, and he leaned into her, until his nose brushed her temple, and he hissed.

“Are you so naïve to think such idiotic thoughts?” His breath was cold against her wet hair, and a shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. “We made an oath, a covenant. You vowed yourself to me, and only me.”

“You who exists only in my head, only in these nightmares. What meaning does a vow have if it was meant for one who is not real?”

He scoffed, harsh and guttural. “I have been away from you for too long.”

“You cannot be away from something that does not exist.”

“Heed me, wife, I am coming to you, to take you back. To remind you who you belong to.”

“Pray, monster, how will you remind me?” her green eyes were wide as she looked up at him, heat dripping between her legs at the intensity behind his eyes. “Show me, so that I may be prepared for you.”

He growled, low in his throat, an animalistic noise that made every hair on her body stand on end. He dove at her, then, knocking her back into the sand, hands furiously ripping at her dress until she was left bare before him. Her nipples hardened in the ocean breeze; breath caught in her lungs as he pulled himself from his trousers.

Heat pulsated between her thighs, and before he had a chance to nudge her knees apart, she was spreading herself for him, whimpering and nearly begging for him to remind her.

A wicked smile stole across his face, regal features twisting into something almost grotesque though it only made her heart race harder. He aligned with her slick opening, and plunged into her, filling, filling, filling her until she could take no more, and even then, he pushed.

He pulled out of her slowly, and in his absence, she felt a sense of loss, mind muddled and breath hitching, she barely registered he was speaking.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” it was breathy, threadbare, and floating.

“Tell me that you are mine.”

“I am yours.” She said automatically, soul echoing the words.

“Tell me,” he pressed into her again and she gasped, walls already fluttering around him, and she felt almost ashamed at her body’s eagerness. “Tell me that you remember me.”

“I remember you.”

“Tell me,” he growled, grinding his hips into her, leaning down into her and nipping at the jagged four pointed birthmark adorning her breast, “tell me when the time comes, you will let me in.”

“I will let you in.”

His lips pulled back into that sickening smile, and for the first time since finding herself on the beach, she noticed how glitteringly sharp his teeth were. She wanted to ask, she always wanted to ask him things when he was in a talkative mood, but the way his cock filled her had her body seizing in pleasure, and as it cascaded over her, crashing and crushing her as if she were in the riptide, he licked at her birthmark again,

and bit down with a disastrous crunch.

Her scream blended into the moan that accompanied her orgasm, a harsh mix of throbbing pain and breathtaking pleasure that left her mind reeling. He was latched onto her, greedily sucking as bright, carmine blood seeped from the corners of his lips and trailed down the edge of her sternum before pooling into her navel. She felt the shards of her ribcage catch against his teeth, and she wanted to cry, but he was still rocking into her, in time with the gluttonous slurps that accompanied his noisy swallows, and she found she could do nothing but lie there, eyes rolling back into her head as he fed on her and fucked her until her limbs grew heavy and her eyelids closed.

“Sakura.”

Something jostled her, but a soft moan was her only response.

“Sakura, open your eyes.” 

She felt her lids flutter, sight coalescing for a moment to finally see his features clearly. Long sooty lashes, irises black but tinged in red, aristocratic nose, regal cheek bones, and thin lips coated in dripping crimson. Her heart fluttered and she felt her throat gurgle.

“Tell me again.”

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Sasunaru Month Day 31-Free Prompt/Halloween

All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed

Since I only had time for three drawings for @snsmonth22 I kinda tried to knock several ones at the same time with this one. So here you have Sunflowers/ Sun and Moon / Opposite Attract / Supernatural (close enough to fairytales?)

The Uchiha x Citizen brainrot is strong with me today - consider a Vampire Clan!AU where they still considered an incredibly strong and versatile clan with the sharingan, but their clandestine secret is their vampirism.

Madara, Obito, Itachi, Sasuke - all alive at the same time with some members moving deeper into the shadows once they’ve “passed”, but the term isn’t what mortals think it is - perhaps as vampires age they grow stronger, their influence and power creeping into the core of konoha, even deeper into the Land of Fire. 

The Clan lead is always in the shadows -  Madara, followed by Obito and Itachi - Sasuke would be the newest and youngest vampire.

Their numbers are steady and strong, but there is always a need for new blood.

Pairing with another Shinobi is always a risk - regardless of their ability to watch and monitor their potential spouse, the possibility of something going wrong is too high. Especially with the potential to tangle their shinobi bloodline with another, if they were to ever turn their partner.

Citizens are much easier to control once “picked” and the absolute chaos and pain of turning only makes the bond between partners stronger. With how many members there are in Uchiha, it’s easy to watch the countless towns and cities across the Land of Fire for a suitable other-half.

kakashi, crouched with his head in his hands having an existential crisis: “god. we’re monsters. taking lives to sustain our own. i hate being alive”