#Vampire Reader

[canihaveacalmtime]

Vampires like you weren't very preferable in society, to say the least. Humans and vampires have been in a pretty much not so good terms with each other for centuries, after a certain war where vampires lost, the vampires lost their place in society and have to submit to the humans.

So in order for you to survive, after gotten adopted to a human family, you try your best to 'be human' even though it is impossible, or that's what every vampire said.

Your adoptive family loves you as you return their favor by assist everyone in the household with anything that you can do. You know that what you're doing isn't really enough but sooner or later, you'll have to leave as you can not keep up with the act much more longer.

Before that day comes, you try your best to bring others the most happiest times you can. You listen to their stories and feelings, you decorate and make the atmosphere more cozy for them, you bond the siblings together more and make your adoptive parents smile more.

You also make sure that you can part yourself away from them more and more by time so that when you go, they wouldn't take notice.

Well that plan of yours soon failed when your siblings confronted you about your real identity during a late night talk. Your face went pale and time feels like frozen for you, even though your siblings said that it's alright, you were backing away from them and even attempted to jump out of the window to your siblings' horrified.

If your brother didn't held you back in time and knock you out to calm you down, you'd have gotten yourself hurt.

Your family knew you were a vampire after the few first weeks you were adopted. It was kind of obvious because you never really go outside and tend to use wood things and avoid silver. Even though they knew and was very wary of you at first, you're just a child trying to survive, clearly.

You don't hate humans, you never really did, all your life, your only goal was to survive and try to have a good life and not have to worry about being hunt by the vampire hunters or other humans.

They begin truly seeing you as their youngest and taking care of you like you were their own child and sibling. They get really amused whenever you accidentally drop your human act and pretend that they didn't notice anything, they thought that their bond with you is enough to finally tell you the truth but even though they thought that they knew you, they only knew you now, not your past or what you've seen before you were adopted.

Your reaction when they confronted you said it all. You were scared, scared that if they knew, all the torture that the other vampires went through will happen to you too and your inner traumas were born from those fears.

After the thing happened, you were scared for your life, you try to do more escape attempts but they stopped you every time. As you isolated yourself in your room, each time they burst into the room to try and get you out to eat, you refused to even go near them let alone have appetite.

It was only when they decided to use your fears against you to convince you to feed on them for blood and won't have you starve to death, you give in.

You were feeding on your mother's neck and sobbing slightly while she carries you in her arms, comforting you, telling you that it's okay, that they won't hurt you...

...as long as you don't leave them.

[bunnis-monsters]

Cafes and knots

Werewolf x Vampire!Reader

WC: 2k+

warning: breeding, knotting, blood drinking, grinding, pining

A/N: Use code: birthday to get 25% off your first month of my Patreon ^^ this was a Patreon/kofi reward, and everyone on Patreon and kofi got to see this first!

It was one of those nights, the type where you spent every moment of your eternal life on your feet, jogging back and forth between customers.

Working at a cafe for monsters wasn’t terrible. If anyone asked, you would say it was a fun job with great perks.

The only problem you had was the pushy, rude customers that either wanted the manager or something inappropriate from you.

Thankfully, some of your regulars always stuck up for you when a situation got out of hand.

Especially him.

Standing at a little over 6 foot and with a muscular frame, his eyes always followed the sultry sway of your hips as you moved around the cafe.

Usually, he came in twice a day. Once in the morning for a black coffee and donut before work, and once at night for a protein shake and any pastries you had left to fuel up for the gym.

So when someone got rowdy, he was quick to run over and get up in their face. Tobias was that kind of guy, always ready to help.

You had no idea that he had a thing for you, and that’s why he was so defensive over his cute vampire barista.

To most it was obvious you were crushing on him like crazy too, but neither of you were aware of your shared love.

Most of the time you spent the day sighing wistfully, watching him from the register as he chowed down on your freshly baked pastries. He had a huge appetite after his workouts, so you decided to treat him.

Although today was relatively peaceful, the werewolf was still on edge, as if he could sense something was about to happen.

“Toby, something up?”

You walked over, placing a pastry in front of him. “Here, it’s on the house.”

Tobias looked up at you as if you offered him the world, taking the pastry into his hands carefully. The man loved his baked goods, and giving him something like this for free meant a lot more to him than you knew.

“Thank you… and it’s nothing, I just…”

His wolf ears perked up when the bell chimed, signaling someone had just walked in. A nasty looking monster walked in, his horrible body odor spreading through the cafe like a thick miasma.

None of that mattered to you, though. You politely greeted him, smiling as you gestures towards your menu. “Welcome, what would you like, sir?”

“Hey, toots. Black coffee and some of those bagels, stat.”

You blinked in surprise, about to say something before Tobias spoke up. “Don’t talk to her like that, she’s a lady.”

The werewolf was barely holding himself back from jumping up and beating the guy, he just wanted to keep the peace and make sure you weren’t mistreated.

“I wasn’t talking to you, was I, mutt? Now get ya ass back there and make me a damn coffee!”

He raised his hand, about to slap your ass before Tobias caught it mid swing. The sound of bones snapping filled the air, and Tobias began to shift right in front of you.

“I’m not mutt, and you should never even try to lay a hand on her, you hear me?”

The monster screamed, pulling back his scaley wrist in agony before running out the door, cursing the entire time.

“Wow… Toby, you saved me.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you smiled fondly at the man as his fur settled down. Slowly, his body shrank and he was back in his usual human form.

“That’s probably what had me on edge earlier, I could smell the bad vibes from a mile away.”

He sipped on his protein shake, his tail wagging while you smiled at him. Did you know how pretty you were, with your plump cheeks and twinkling eyes?

“I really appreciate it… is there anything I can do to repay you?”

His tail thumped against the booth he was seated in, and he swallowed as he looked up at you. “Well… I enjoy your baking… would you mind coming by my place and teaching me a recipe or two?”

It was clear he just wanted to spend time with you, the person he was crushing on, but you didn’t notice. “Oh, sure! I can come over after work.”

“Sure!”

“It’s a date!”

When he walked out, you sank behind the cash register, hands over your warm cheeks as you squealed.

It was kind of like a date, right? In your mind, he just wanted to bake with you, but to you it was a date!

Once you were home, you scoured through your closet, struggling to find something cute to wear that you thought Tobias might like.

After 30 minutes of trying on clothes and tossing them aside, you decided on something simple and comfortable to bake in that would also be appropriate for a possible date.

You stood outside his door, a parasol keeping the fading sunlight off of your skin. After knocking, you heard some rummaging before footsteps approached you.

Tobias answered his front door, wearing only a bag of sweatpants. Sweat dropped down his toned, tan chest and his tail picked up speed when his eyes met yours.

“Hey, sorry I’m still a bit sweaty from my work out. You smell- I mean you look nice.”

You were too busy staring at his glistening pecs to notice his slip of the tongue. “Ahh, thank you…”

He smiled, wiping his brow before stepping aside. “Come on in, I cleaned up the kitchen a minute ago!”

You bit back a laugh, spotting crumpled baking supplies sitting on the counter. Rolling up your sleeves, you got to work whipping up something sweet.

He hovered behind you, watching with great interest as you cracked another egg into the bowl. It was hard to concentrate when you could almost hear his warm blood rushing through his veins, only aggravated by his post workout scent.

You were definitely aroused, but tried to play it off… Tobias, however, knew your scent was off.

You yelped when he suddenly started to sniff at your neck, moving down your back. “T-Toby, what are you-“

He stopped, his cheeks reddening as he stepped back. “Sorry, I forgot that uh… that’s not normal for non-werewolves…”

He looked away shyly, scratching the back of his head. “You just… smell different.”

His tail wagged, and he tried his best to hide his boner as you continued. Tobias was truly a sweet guy with good intention, he was just a bit of a himbo.

The werewolf followed you around like an oversized puppy, his tail knocking over random objects in the kitchen. Although he was making a mess, you couldn’t help but find him cute. Getting to see him at home where he was comfortable felt like a treat to you!

The sexual tension was rising by the second, and you both felt your arousal growing. Tobias still hadn’t put on a shirt, but he was a little ditsy so you couldn’t blame him for forgetting.

“Hey…” Tobias called out as you put the pie in the oven. “Do you… wanna stay for a movie or something?”

Your eyes widened, and you looked over at the blushing werewolf. Although you wanted nothing more than to stay with him a little longer…

“Sorry, I have to feed tonight. If I don’t drink enough blood I get woozy.”

For a moment, Tobias looked disappointed, but suddenly his face lit up. “Just drink from me!”

Your undead heart leapt into your throat as you struggled to comprehend what he just said. There was no way Tobias knew how intimate it was to drink from someone else, you knew that, but it made your plump thighs tremble regardless.

“A-alright… I guess I can do that.”

He sat on the couch, looking up at you with those big blue eyes of his. “Is this an okay position?”

You nodded slowly, climbing into his lap. He blinked, smiling widely as you pushed his dark hair away from his neck. “Y-yeah, it’ll hurt for just a second…”

Your fangs extended, glinting in the faint light of his living room before you leaned forward to plunge them into his neck.

“F-fuck!”

His large hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his lap until you could feel the bulge in his pants.

Tobias let out a growl, your flustered expression unseen by the werewolf as he began to move you against his bulge.

“Sorry… just… got all worked up, you know?”

You continued to drink, and his tail wagged when he noticed you rocking your hips with him. When you were full, you pulled away and panted softly, blood dripping down your chin.

Tobias leaned forward and licked it off, his blue eyes cloudy with lust. “… how about you just stay the night?”

Neither of you were thinking much as you made the way to his bedroom, you were too busy locking lips. His tongue entered your mouth, and he pinned you against the wall.

“God, I’ve wanted this for a long time…” he said, staring down at you like a lovesick puppy. “You’re just perfect…”

“You… wanted me?”

All those days spent pining after him, wanting nothing more than to feel his muscular frame against your soft one… you could have had him all along!?

“Let’s not waste any time then!”

You surprised Tobias with your strength when you pulled him along to the bedroom, his ears flicking and tail wagging enthusiastically. He was just a needy puppy that was excited to have you all to himself!

Within seconds you were in nothing but the lingerie you picked out to wear underneath your clothes. Tobias’s cock strained against his sweatpants as he drooled.

“You look amazing… want…”

He sat at the edge of the bed, laying on his belly as he positioned his head between your legs. “Need…”

Tobias pulled the lacy fabric to the side, humping the bed like a desperate dog as he took in your pussy’s scent for the first time.

He lapped at one of your puffy lips, his pupils displaying before he buried his face between your thighs and began eating you out.

You bucked your hips tugging on his hair and moaning while he looked up at you with pussy drunk eyes. Tobias found the way you whimpered and tried to cover your face as he devoured your chubby pussy absolutely adorable.

His tongue moved over your swollen clit, stimulating it as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You could already see a wet spot forming on his sweatpants, knowing werewolves came a lot.

“Wanna… wanna mate…”

Tobias climbed up, panting as he pulled the waistband down and let his cock spring free. It was huge, pulsing, and twitching.

“T-Toby… I wanna mate with you too…”

You whimpered, feeling him press against you. The tip of his cock was already pressing into your cunt, and the stretch was… pleasant.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving long scratches in his thick skin. Tobias was stretching you out nice and slow, keeping one of his fingers on your clit.

“That’s it, that’s my little mate…”

He moved his hips at a moderate place, playing with your nipples and clit to stimulate you. You had the urge to feed, to bite down on him, and when Tobias noticed he leaned forward so you could sink your teeth into his shoulder.

The man was a werewolf, he could take some blood loss, and the idea of you biting and marking his body ruled him up.

“That’s it, mark me up… f-fuck, gonna stuff you full alright?”

Another growl rumbled in his chest and he lifted your hips so he could fuck deeper into you. “G-gonna breed you, okay? Gotta have my pups, you’ll give me a litter won’t you?”

Watching your pussy stretch around his cock, squeezing it when you came was enough to have the man groaning with pleasure. You pulled back from his neck to kiss him, letting your tongue twirl around one another before he turned you so you could lie on your soft belly.

Your face squished against the pillow, and now Tobias could properly mount his mate. His cock twitched inside you as your plump ass rippled with each thrust.

“Gonna cum!”

Tobias groaned out, completely lost in the feeling of your pussy. His seed spilled into your belly, filling you up completely.

He slumped over you, a low purring emanating from his body. When you started to move, he used his weight to keep you still.

“Don’t move… gonna knot you…”

Before you could ask, you yelped at the feeling of his cock swelling up inside of you. You could barely take it, panting softly as a bulge formed in your belly.

He cooed, rubbing the bulge before moving the toe of you into a better position. Tobias cuddled you from behind, leaving bites and kisses on your neck.

“Knotting… I forgot about that part,” you murmured. Do to having a crush on Tobias, you had done some naughty research into werewolf sex that involved a lot of porn and masturbation.

“Mmph, that's the best part… now we’re locked up for the next hour.”

The two of you ended falling asleep long before the swelling went down, and from then on you had yourself a boyfriend.

Work became even more fun… especially when no one was in the cafe.

“B-but what if someone hears us?”

“We’ll be quiet, it’ll be okay.”

You pouted, unable to deny your cute boyfriend when his tail was wagging and his cock was pressed against your dripping pussy. Sure, the cafe was empty, but what if someone walked in?

He fucked into you carefully, sighing as you tried your best to keep your eye on the door while peeking out of the bathroom. Tobias covered your mouth to muffle your moans, leaning down to nip at your neck and lick the marks he left.

“My good little mate, taking me so well… you’re all wet, getting excited at the thought of getting caught, huh?”

You bit your lip, letting out a needy whine as he groped your tits. “You’re insatiable, this is the third time this week…”

“Hey, I can’t help that I’m in rut, and when I smell you getting all aroused when I visit it gets me going!”

Tobias came inside of you, nearly making the two of you top over as he relaxed and rested his weight on you.

Now, you were stuck taking orders from customers who could smell the werewolf’s musky cum on you. It was embarrassing, and they wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?”

Tobias grinned as he drove you home after work, and it was hard to stay mad at your sweet himbo. “Can’t have any getting the wrong idea and trying to court my little vampire mate.”

You huffed, then laughed a bit when he gave you puppy dog eyes. “Yeah, I guess not.”

You never thought your crush would like you back, but now you had a great boyfriend and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

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[hawkinshorror94]

All I need

Vampire!reader x poly141

The next one might be full on smut since I've been teasing it long enough.

“Starving” Is all she can manage to say as she stumbles into Captain Price’s office, her limbs feeling heavy. If someone were to nick their finger on a piece of paper, she might kill them right now. 

“Easy soldier,” He says as he helps her ease into the couch beside his desk, she’s not used to having to depend on her team. They are just there with her, existing along beside her, but yet he’s handling her so gently that she can almost believe that maybe they all think of her differently. That she isn’t just a barely muzzled monster in their team, a dog with no shock collar. 

She watches him move around in his office searching for some sort of blood product to keep the inevitable from happening, she would lose her mind soon. Driven by bloodlust, something she had fought so hard to control, she didn’t want to just be a monster. 

“Sit up” He commands her and she can’t help but listen because she is his superior officer. He pulls her close and presses her into his throat, he’s offering himself to keep her alive. 

“ ‘fraid I’ll lose control.’’ As she shamelessly laps at his throat, she just had to pierce the skin, he’s telling her to drink from him. He’s trusting that she isn’t just a monster. She’s never felt like this before, she swears her centuries old heart is beating again under her ribs. 

“You won’t” He says gruffly and it’s all she needs.

Her needle sharp fangs pierce the pale skin of his throat easily and the blood flows into her mouth freely. Warm and sweet filling her mouth as she greedily gulps it down by the mouthful. One of her hands rests under his chin holding his face up and the other rests over his pattering heart. She feels his heartbeat speed up painfully and then lull under her fingers. It was his body's way of fighting for itself, shutting itself down more and more so that she couldn’t get what she wanted. It was as natural of a response as being scared of what’s in the dark. 

“Good girl, take what you need” He breaths it out in a huff of air. She knows he has to be uncomfortable and yet he's soothing her. Her stomach clenchs and it isnt from hunger anymore.

[misstycloud]

Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend, he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother, he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents, he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him, unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Wel, I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d ever connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid, not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d showed you the devotion and love you thought you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered pathetically, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Feeding

Male Half-Demon Yandere x Gender Neutral Vampire Reader CW: Noncon, blood drinking, biting/cutting for blood, making out, drugged sex, drugged reader, forced addiction, overstimulation, reader fucked well and truly out of their mind whilst high on demon blood, aftercare, general yandere behavior Word count: 1.6k (Sorry this took forever. The image of reader sitting on dick while sucking blood from a wrist was living rent free in my head and I had to write this. Written on my phone, hopefully I fixed all the weird formatting and typos.)

The full moon shone brightly in the clear winter night. With each exhale, your breath plumed out visibly. The shadows of trees stretched long and spindly, grasping for a material world they were incapable of grabbing hold of. You hid amongst the bushes, silently watching the small bar in front of you. It was a secluded place. Quiet and down the road from anything else. Perfect for a person to grab a drink. Even a vampire like yourself. This was your first night in this town, but there were almost always places like this to slake your thirst. 

Wait for a drunk customer to come stumbling out and nab them to have a drink of your own. Then, if you needed to, use your hypnotic powers to make them think it was all a dream. 

That's what you had intended tonight. But then you caught a whiff of a human that smelled much more tempting than any other you had ever encountered. 

The bartender. Your sharp ears could pick up his name even from outside. Wade. Not that you needed to bother knowing it.

You decided to wait for the last lingering patron to leave the bar before sneaking in and making your move. It took a few hours, and your joints grew stiff in the cold, but finally, the bartender was alone, and you could make your move. You were practically salivating as you slipped into the bar, and his scent hit you more directly. You couldn't wait to taste what waited in his veins. Luckily, you didn't have to. 

"Sorry, we've just closed," he said as he heard you enter.

With superhuman speed, you rushed behind him, barely having time to note the surprised expression on his face. 

You wasted no time on pleasantries and sank your fangs into his neck.

Instantly, you were lost in his flavor. His blood was glorious. But after one drink, your eyes glazed and your thoughts were foggy. 

He plucked you off of him easily, and you fell to the floor, dizzy and confused but yearning for more of him. You were so thirsty. A mild sense of euphoria washed over you, but your body felt weak and wobbly. 

Wade stared down at you, smirking. His brown hair turned silver, small black horns sprouted from his forehead, and his hazel eyes glowed red.

"What's wrong? Bit off more than you could chew?"

Not much blood had been consumed, so you started to get to your feet, but Wade wanted you nice and helpless. He rubbed his fingers to the bite mark you had left and shoved his fingers into your mouth and smeared the drug on your tongue. You immediately slumped against the counter.

He went and locked up the bar before returning to your side and administering another hit of his blood. You eagerly drank it up. It was too irresistible. 

Then he gently led you downstairs where he apparently lived. 

"Didn't realize I was part demon or didn’t know demon blood was like a narcotic? Maybe you didn't know either of those..." 

He tossed you on the bed rather unceremoniously.

"Thought you were gonna get an easy meal, but you're gonna feed me too!"

Assuming that he ate beings with magic, you looked up at him with a horrified expression and scrambled to get off the bed. He stopped you and pushed you back.

"I'm nourished by intoxication and addiction the way sex and lust nourishes an incubus," he explained, having noted the fear on your face.

Though you still had a fierce thirst for his blood, you weren't addicted. Yet. Just significantly increased blood cravings. You had the presence of mind to know what he intended, and you didn't want to be a captive.

"You can't do this!"

The effects of his blood on your body were rapidly wearing off. It had only been a small amount. You could use your speed to zip awa-

"I can do whatever I want to a little leech like you~" 

Wade pinned you on the bed and used the sharp nail of his thumb to slice his wrist before shoving his wrist to your mouth. You tried to turn away and keep your mouth closed, but you could feel the warm blood tingle your lips, and the smell was all-encompassing. Tired of your struggles, he smacked you hard across the cheek. You could have shrugged off a strike from a normal human, but he had demonic strength. As he had anticipated, you cried out in pain. With your mouth open, he jammed his bloody wrist right into your mouth. 

Once a drop had touched your tongue for the third time that night, all your resolve melted away. You relaxed under him and greedily lapped at his wrist. Now that it was in you, you needed more.

As you gave into your dark desires and fed off Wade, he fed off the intoxication and the budding addiction growing inside you. 

But the whole situation had his cock straining painfully in his jeans. 

He maneuvered your clothes off as well as his, but your attention was focused on your meal. You whimpered and grabbed for his arm as he pulled it away to lube up his cock. Just because he was doing this for nourishment didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. Besides, being all cute and needy for his blood made you look far too tempting for the half-demon. 

He pulled you into his lap and slid his thick cock into you.

Wade put his arm up to you so you could suckle from his wrist as he slowly fucked into you. A large demonic cock like Wade's would have stretched and hurt the hole of any human, but you were far more durable. In fact, it felt quite nice. His blood seemed to heighten pleasurable sensations while reducing unpleasant ones.

You moaned softly as you fed.

"That's it, take alllll you want babe. I regenerate faster than you can drink."

It must have been true. His wound had healed and you had to bite his wrist to draw more blood. He didn't seem to mind. 

The demon kissed your neck and sucked it softly as he continued pumping into you. Never too hard to interrupt your meal. 

He kept the slow and considerate pace until you had finished. Blood was smeared all over the lower half of your face, your eyes glossy and half lidded. You were barely cognizant of your surroundings anymore. All you knew was that you felt warm, happy, relaxed and, for the first time since you had turned, alive.

Wade angled your face towards him and kissed you deeply from behind, enjoying the taste of blood from your lips and the rush of energy he got from getting you high. He brushed his tongue against your fangs to draw blood so you could suck it while the two of you made out sloppily. The half-demon broke the kiss, a sanguine string of saliva and blood connected your lips for a moment. Wade hastened the tempo of his thrusts into you as his mind raced over the implications of having you. 

A human would have died from just a drink of demon's blood. That's why he blended each bottle of booze in his bar with but a single drop. Just enough to subconsciously coax humans to crave coming back to his bar and give Wade a bit more intoxication to sustain himself. But he didn't have to hold back with you at all. 

Rapturous moans left your body as your pleasure reached its zenith. Your normally frighteningly pale face was actually flushed.

"You enjoying yourself?" Wade smirked and kept going.

You could only weep silently as the overwhelming sensations from the drug and sex mingled into an overwhelming wave of ecstasy bearing down brutally upon you. 

With supernatural stamina he kept going for hours, he readministered his blood as needed. Every time he made you cum you whimpered. Each orgasm seemed to hold within it a greater and greater threat of throwing you off the brink of sanity and shattering your mind. 

By the end of it, when he had finally had enough after filling you with cum over and over again, you were a shaky drooling mess. His demonic features faded away as he picked you up. Then he took you to the tub and bathed you gently, getting all the dried blood off your face and cleaning up all the semen leaking from your hole. 

"Sorry I had to give you so much. Have to get you hooked on it."

Wade picked you up and wrapped you in a soft towel. You were too out of it to respond.

"The crashes aren't bad though at least. Extreme cravings but no life threatening illness or anything."

He kissed your forehead and tucked you in before getting under the covers and spooning you. 

"You're gonna love it here I promise. All the blood you want. I'm not just keeping you here to feed me, I could see glimpses inside your mind when your inebriation nourished me."

The half-demon ran a hand soothingly up and down your side.

"I know we're compatible lovers. You'll see."

You could hear his words but could just barely process them. 

"B-but.." You protested weakly.

"Hush now. You need to rest."

He put his arm around your waist and held you protectively. It was so much easier to just let sleep claim you than it was to resist.

Wade stayed up far longer though. All the thoughts of the wonderful life you two would share together running through his head and keeping him awake. It would be amazing. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

He'd treat you so well and make sure his little vampire was always happy. And he'd keep you hopelessly addicted to his blood. You'd be so helpless and dependent on him that you'd simply never be able to escape.

[ellxio]

✭ contains: malexmale, bottom male reader, ocxmale!reader, smut, vampire!reader, blowjob, fingering, grinding, semi!public, overstimulation.

w.c: 2.1k

Being a half-blood was hard, adapting to a human life is easier said then done, adjusting to daily needs such as water, food and 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽. Wandering around because you couldn't sleep and wanted to explore the area near your apartment and because of the chilly yet comforting breeze of the night. But that was the very sole reason for ending up in this exact situation.

An h/c haired male could be seen, pushed infront of a bricked wall, face smushed between the wall and a soft but defined chest of an unfamiliar male.

"I'm so sorry..please let me-"before you could say anything, you were roughly turned around, now having a clear view of the man you might or might have not started beef with.

The guy had a very sharp and defined jawline, messy blonde hair, and red captivating eyes, you immediately flushed in embarrassment from the close contact and also the alluring male infront of you. Immediately avoiding his gaze and a surprised reaction was achieved from you, licking a long stripe on the side of your neck, shivering from the sensation "You taste good.." he said lowly "what do you-"

The unknown male roughly kissed you, asking for an entrance, but you being you, did not let the male do so, saving your sanity and dignity. That didn't satisfy the blonde male and slipped a leg between yours and gently yet impatiently grinded his leg, earning surprised gasp's and whines from you

Your legs slowly turning into jello having no choice but to grab the male infront of you and to reciprocate the kiss. As minutes passed the kiss got more intense and the grinding got more rougher, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen and just when you felt like you would pass out, the guy separated from you, a string of saliva connecting from your bruised lips.

"What a perv.." The male chuckled, shamelessly staring at your bulge, the guy pulled you closer, turning you around again pulling your joggers just below your ass, tears prickled your eyes, feeling humiliated and defenseless "H-..hey, what is your problem!?" You asked the male, panting lightly, nervousness could be heard from your voice. "You act as if your not drooling precum..look, isn't he cute??" He said as he grabbed your hard shaft, your face burned in embarrassment and shame. he sure wasn't lying, your tip was literally drooling loads of precum, he wouldn't admit it but it sure did turn him on..and just as he was about to tease you more, an unknown voice called out to the secluded alleyway "Hey!! who's there?!"

You froze in fear feeling a wet sensation on your ass, you peered at the male behind you, and was faced with a mischievous smile and he suddenly plunged two fingers inside you

"hmph.!" you bit your lip, muffling the unfamiliar sound, the weird sensation making you feel hot and dizzy not noticing that the unfamiliar male left awhile ago. Just when you were about to burst, the blonde male stopped, earning a soft whine and a gasp from you

Hurriedly pulling your pants back on and dragged you to the nearest public bathroom, which was literally next to a grocery store.

Pushing you in one of the stalls and hungrily kissing you, pulling you closer by the hips and grinding both of your clothed shaft's "H-hey.. mngh..can we slow down for a bit..?" You breathlessly said, turning your head to the other side "..fine"

Pushing you unto your knees and unzipping his jeans. The sight made you nervous, he was very thick and long, a pinkish tip decorated with veins "open wide" he said with a smirk. It didn't seem right but it felt sooo right. You shouldn't be doing it. Yet your body was behaving as if it was in some kind of heat- like mode. You were sweating, having a hard time breathing and, not to mention, you couldn't take your eyes off the guy's crotch. His thick, veiny cock was so damn alluring that it made your mouth water. You sat down on the ground, Welcoming the stranger's dick in your mouth, your taste buds was filled with salty precum, his musk making you even more dizzy and thirsty, this led to you now having a hard cock in front of your face... or, to be more precise, deep in your mouth, as the blonde quickly attacked, shoving his whole length into your throat. The salty precum continuously poured itself down your throat. It was so intense. Then the blonde began to fuck fast and without any mercy for you. Tears continuously dripping from the humiliation and pleasure.

Gags, slurps, moans and grunts could be heard from the stall "Shit..you sure you haven't.. ngh.. done this before?" The male asked, his cock spitting out loads of precum and the twitching indicated that the man was close to his climax "I'm close..y-you better take it all like the good boy you are.." he grunted, his thrust's now getting more rougher and feverishly

With one last hard thrust, your throat was filled with warm delicious cum, It took a minute for the man to finally stop cumming. Pulling away from his cock with a pop, gasping for air and also wiping the excess cum that dripped from the sides of your mouth, licking your finger's clean while maintaining eye contact with the blonde "please give me more" you said desperately, hungry for more of the attention or to be stuffed full

"You sick fuck" The blonde male chuckled in disbelief and excitement, pulling you on top of his lap, this new position you were able to see his face more clearly, a teasing smile framing his flushed face, his hands landed on your butt for a better stability. The blonde's tongue made itself comfortable inside your mouth, wrestling with your own or just exploring the whole area and taking your breath away. You closed your eyes, focusing mostly on the sensation coming from the touch of the unknown guy. Only now did you realize how pleasantly he smelled, you wanted to hide your face in his pale neck, "Nikolai.." he said lowly and as fast as lightning, he returned back to his cocky self, smirking "Better remember it so you can at least properly scream my name while i breed this ass full" you smiled and teasingly grinded your bare ass on his cock "m/n-" before you could continue, nikolai already had a firm grip on your ass cheeks and impaled you on his big, hard cock.

A choked moan came out from you and before you could comprehend what happened he roughly bounced you up and down, broken and loud moans spewed out of you like a chorus, a noticeable bulge could be seen just above your belly button, indicating that the male impaled you down his base. The male infront of you grunted from time to time, he resumed his movements and littered hickeys and bites all over your soft flawless skin

"You're so beautiful..so good for me" He said gently, but his actions didn't say so, your ass was already sore and reddish from the spankings, nikolai slowed down a bit confusing you "w..why did you stop?" he didn't answer and just turned you around, propping your arms on the toilet's tank as support, not a minute or so, Nikolai already continued his harsh brutal thrusts. Each thrust made you move forward, your dick rubbing the cold tank which made you drip more precum, moans and grunts echoed throughout the public restroom

It had only been an hour and your face was already a mess, drool, tears and even cum, tongue lolled out, your clothes was ridden up to your chest, nipples bitten and bruised, neck littered with bites and hickeys, your stamina was slowly running out. Countless times of chanting Nikolai's name making your voice hoarse, having difficulties in forming a coherent sentence "slow-..ngh..slow down pl-ease!~" you begged, feeling lightheaded and hazy but the male behind you, couldn't even notice what you were feeling because he himself was lost in a cloud "I'm close-Take it.. take it like the good boy you are" he grunted, his thrust's becoming more fastened and short as he was chasing his high. After a few more thrusts

plap plap plap

Nikolai buried himself as deep as possible and finally released his first batch of warm delicious cum. Stilling for a while thinking it was finally over, you slowly detached yourself from the male, but before you could

"Hey what do you think you're doing? we're not even half way through" The look on his face just proved you that he was saying the truth, but not a minute or so, his face contorted into shock, confused yourself; you felt something dripping down your nose, metallic and watery. The man interrupted your thoughts "How long has it been since you last fed?" the statement made you froze "what do you mean?" he scoffed "Your pale complex and eyes said so" before you could ask more questions, he pushed you back on the toilet seat and positioned himself "Feed while i continue my business" Nikolai said, firmly grabbing your waist presenting you his neck. The sight itself was already making you puke, but you were in no position to refuse such enticing smell, he tapped your butt "Go ahead" slowly, you sank your teeth into the blonde's neck and the taste— oh it was so delicious, your expression was so cute, tongue lolled out with drool escaping the sides of your mouth and eyes with heart, shaped pupils. Nikolai couldn't wait anymore and plunged his meat in one thrust, out of reflexes you wrapped your arms around the blonde's shoulder, and just like before, the male begun his brutal pounding.

After countless rounds, Nikolai was sweaty, remains of cum on his abs, biceps, neck and chest littered with bloodied bitemarks, and back with long scratches. You weren't doing any better, you looked like you were ravaged for 24 hours, hair messy, heart shaped pupils decorating your now hazy e/c, drool escaping your mouth, voice hoarse from the constant moaning, body layered with a thin amount of sweat and cum, neck littered with hickeys and bruises.

And with one last thrust "mngh!.." synchronized moans and grunts were heard as Nikolai filled you to the brim, with cum escaping your abused hole.

The both of you catching your breath, after a minute, Nikolai started cleaning you and dressing you both up. You couldn't even move properly, still twitching from overstimulation and mind still hazy because of being fed for hours.

Nikolai carried you bridal style, bystanders flushed in embarrassment and others with judgement looks was what greeted you both when you exited the restroom. A white car stopped infront of you, the driver opening it as you and Nikolai entered it. Upon being situated inside, the driver gave you both privacy by closing the privacy partition

"How are you feeling?" Nikolai asked you, giving you a water bottle. Nodding your head as a sign of gratitude, drinking the water, feeling relieved "I.. I'm good, tired. But nonetheless good.." You answered. The male hummed as acknowledgement and brought you closer to him "Where are we going?..you do know i live around the area back there, right?.." he chuckled "For a man who just got pounded awhile ago, you sure are talkative" he teased, you blushed in embarrassment and looked down "I'll fully take responsibility. Plus, leaving you to live by yourself will surely bring you trouble" feeling offended, you asked "Hey! what does that mean!" Nikolai chuckled and answered "I'll explain more when we get home. Now, rest up doll, you'll be needing it" Before you could retort more, he hugged you as a sign to shut up and rest since it'll prolly take awhile to get to you guys' destination. Lightly smiling and nuzzling closer to the blonde. Both of you in a calm and comfortable position as if the both of you didn't just ate each other awhile ago. From almost getting ran over, to ending the meeting with a soft and wholesome moment.

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[fandoms--fluff]

Hey do you think, you could do one of the Mikaelson have a little sister like 2 years old and always what to stay with Nik and Elijah….. also she is so jealous that Camil and she do something to her and Nik tells that she is a mini me

Loathing

Flufftober, October 6th

Mikaelson little sister reader x Elijah Mikaelson x Klaus Mikaelson

Warnings: mention of blood

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You're sitting in Elijah's lap, playing with two Chelsea dolls you got some years ago, while he's on the phone with someone. It's quiet except for the sound of your big brother's voice every now and then.

It's all peaceful until Kol comes crashing into the room and sits on the ground in front of you. You tilt your head and hand him one of the dolls. "Play!" You tell him.

Kol nods and plays with you, making a horrible high-pitched voice for the doll which makes you laugh, but Elijah cringes and hopes he stops soon.

It's been ten minutes, "What the bloody hell is that horrible sound?" Klaus walks in, he clearly just got back from wherever he was. Most likely Cami, but he never discloses that information, knowing you've openly shown your dislike for her.

"Our brother's wonderful voice for a doll" Elijah sighs, putting his phone down.

"Hey! My voice is amazing!" Kol exclaims, hearing the insult and sarcasticness in Elijah's answer. "Yeah!" You cross your arms like Kol is.

"See! Y/n knows what she's talking about" Kol says as Klaus picks you up out of Elijah's lap and places you on his hip. You wrap your tiny arms around his neck and relax your head against his shoulder.

"Y/n is also two, I think you need a better defense" Klaus raises an eyebrow. "Technically she's over a thousand like all of us... I'll shut up" Kol says, seeing the looks he's getting from the big brothers.

Kol, having both dolls in his hand, places them down on the coffee table before leaving the room. He plans to go into town and create some havoc that all of his siblings (besides from you) will have a fuss about, but it'll be fun.

Later in the week, there's a party being thrown in the abboiter. It's all vampires and humans for them to feed on. Some to kill and some to compel away.

"Well, this seems to be quite the turn out" Rebekah walks over to you and Klaus, who's carrying you tightly in his arms. "Indeed it is, sister" Klaus smirks.

"Look at you all dressed up" Rebekah coos, running a hand through your hair. "I did all by my'elf" you say excitedly. You're wearing a long sleeve dark purple dress that flows out under the bodice, and matching purple glittery jelly shoes that are put on the wrong feet. But Rebekah didn't want to tell you that and make you feel bad or make you upset at yourself. You also have a couple bead bracelets on your wrists and a heart necklace that Elijah gave you that you never take off. Your daylight ring is on your right pointer finger as well.

"Well good job, beautiful girl" Rebekah kisses your forehead before noticing Cami making her way over, and leaves to go back into the crowd.

"Hey Klaus," Cami smiles. "Camille, You look beautiful" Klaus kisses her. "Mmm, thank you" she says.

You make a disgusted facial expression before facing back the other way and laying your head back on your big brother's chest. You wonder how thus girl seems to be everywhere and why she always comes up to you and your big brother. Why don't they just make her go away like other woman they have before. You don't know what happens to them, but you assume it's fine.

Your siblings make sure you're kept out of all the killing and death during your existence.

As they keep talking, you try to ignore them to the best of your abilities. How much longer, you keep thinking. You try looking for Elijah, so your other big brothers can take you away from them, but no luck. You can't seem to find him anywhere from where you're placed on Klaus' hip.

As soon as you hear her chuckle at something Klaus said, your 2 year old self gets fed up. So, you take off one of your bracelets and throw it as hard as you can at Cami's face.

Now you may be biologically two, but you're still an original vampire, and with that comes a lot of strength. The bracelet made a great slash in her pale cheek, now blood running down her face.

Klaus quickly vamps into his room with Cami and you still in his hold. He sets you down on his bed as he bites into his wrist and offers it to Cami.

As she drinks blood from his wrist, Elijah comes into the room, noticing Klaus vamping out of the courtyard with the both of you.

"What happened?" Elijah asks. You stay quiet, as you sit crisscross apple sauce on the bed, happy that Elijah's here, and even though Cami is now healed, you did something for her to stop talking. You really don't like her.

"Um, I'm fine, though I think it's time for me to go" She sighs, glancing at you before walking out of the room to go back to her apartment.

"What happened was someone decided to get a bit violent" Klaus informs him, facing you. Elijah follows his gaze, landing on your face. You have a slight smile on your face. Yay! you made Cami leave.

"Why did you hurt Camille, y/n?" Elijah walks over and crouches in front of you so you're face to face.

"Bad Cami! Don' li'e her" answer front forwardly. Elijah raises his eyebrows. It's known you're not a fan of the woman, but you've never actually said it out loud up until now.

Klaus chuckles. Elijah turns his line of sight to him, "What do you have to snicker about?"

"Oh, just the thought of y/n is slowly turning into a mini version of me" Klaus smiles and holds a thumbs up at you. You have a big grin on your face. "Niklaus, do not encourage this behavior" Elijah sighs. It's going to be a long life if this is going to keep happening regularly.

A new rule is set in place to make sure that you're never in the same room with Cami with less than one of your siblings. And that one day they can hopefully get you to like Cami and not loathe her.

[fandomnerd9602]

Ellen stands at the window as Y/N appears…

Y/N: sorry my love

Ellen: I was expecting you home sooner

Y/N: I know. But someone has to guard the living from the creatures of the night

Ellen: this creature of the night calls to you

Y/N: and I am a slave to your call

The two share a kiss against the moonlight…

Gif belongs to @glindalphaba

[bruh-anator3000]

Do u think Logan would love a vampire. I feel like thats the healthiest relationship the Wolverine and a vampire could have. Like, neither ever dies. When blood is sucked, its easily replenished. Both live a bajillion years. I feel like that would be funny. Logan isn't the oldest fart in the world anymore. His pookie bear is at least 500.

"You make me feel young," he snorts, rudely interrupting your traumatic retelling of the bubonic plague

[sh1-n0bu]

yall really thought i was done with monster reader? nuh uh. VAMPIRE READER WITH A SHY MONSTERFUCKER CHARACTER

a shy monsterfucker who didn’t knew they were a monsterfucker yet, who didn’t knew of the kinks they had yet to awaken in themselves, who only thought of themselves as vanilla meeting you for the first time and thinking that you feel not so human. don’t get them wrong, there was nothing about you that was out of place. you looked human but you just… didn’t really felt like it at times

maybe it was the way you sometimes yawned and your jaws opened just a little bit too wide. maybe it was the way you were able to see so damn well in the darkness, eyes sometimes nearly glowing until they shake their head and your eyes looked just fine. maybe it was the way they slowly noticed that you barely ate anything whenever you hung out together, merely ordering a black coffee with extra shots or asking for the black coffee to be made just a little bit thicker. maybe it was the way your smile stretched just a little bit too big to be normal, sharp fangs and canines glistening

either way, you didn’t feel normal. you didn’t feel entirely… human, to them. but they find themselves shrugging it off, still thinking of you as their friend and a close companion

it all gets thrown out when you go radio silent one day. no phone calls, no notifications, no messages or hell, letters. just silence. worried sick, they make their way over to your house, using the spare key you gifted them and stepping inside to a dark and messy home. blinds closed shut, home miserable and, were those claw tears in the back of the couch?

feeling their guts churning with the desire to run away, they call out your name under their breath, akin to a whisper. when receiving no response, they call out again, feeling like they want to run away as they think of their choices. only a one step deeper into your messy home and their vision was swimming, being slammed down onto the floor as something hisses above them before it trails off into a low laugh. dazed, they open their eyes to find… you. except, it wasn’t really you. glowing slitted eyes, wide smile and a sense of danger

“fresh prey, walking straight into my grasp. must be my lucky day…” even your voice sounded weird, as if two people were talking at the same time. one, your normal voice and the other more high pitched. like how some creatures’ voice becomes higher pitched to mimic others and lure prey into their grasp. like… a monster

they tried to flee, to talk sense into you, fear and desperation tugging at their heart as their words trail off into a terrified whimper when your jaws open just a little bit wider, slits appearing at the sides as a long forked tongue runs over knife like sharp fangs before closing again. this felt like a nightmare, something they never really thought of happening before. they could only look away, tears stinging in their eyes when your clawed, stretched fingers tear off a piece of their shirt’s neck area open, thinking that you will tear them apart like how you just did with their clothes just now

a shy monsterfucker who lets out a yelp when they feel a wet feeling on their neck, something long and wet slithering over the skin as if softening the flesh there. despite the fear churning their stomach, they couldn’t help but whine out as their body suddenly started to feel hot. so needy and pathetically hard and wet in their pants like a hormonal teenager as they stare at your long tongue. even as you laugh at the flushed look on their face and make some demeaning remark, all they could do was stare

and to their own horror, they let out a fucking moan when your sharp fangs bite down on the same place you just licked at, head thrown back onto the floor as a loud plea for more falls from their lips. pleas of biting their neck more, tear their flesh apart with your fangs, clench down those strong jaws, absolutely ruin them to your own pleasure. they didn’t get it, wasn’t it supposed to hurt? at least, from all the movies and books, but no, it felt good. even as their blood gets drawn out and your canines dig into their flesh, tearing the skin apart, all they could do was moan out loud like a desperate harlot. mind muddled and body twisting to weakly hump at your knee between their legs, even as your jaws let go of their neck and licked the wounds close, they could only whimper at the loss of the feeling

the next morning, they woke up in your bed, surrounded in comfort and soft beddings. was… last night a dream? were they imagining it all? a wet dream?

their confused brain stops whirring question and theory after one another as the door to the room opens, you stepping in with a cup of steaming hot tea in your hand and a plate of some fruits cut into small pieces in the other. looking just fine and normal, no fangs, no blood, no strange slits at the corner of your mouths, no long slithering tongue, just a normal [name], albeit a tiny bit worried. so it was all just a wet dream…

since that day and that strangely realistic dream that the shy monsterfucker thought they had, it became a bit hard for them to look you in the eye and hold a normal conversation. they were fucking embarrassed, hell ashamed even, by their own thoughts that conjured up such image of you in their own sleep. they always knew you gave off an eerie, not-so-very-human vibes but even then, imagining you as a goddamn vampire who saw them as your prey was... a little bit too much. they didn't even found vampires attractive, but if you were to somehow magically turn into one, maybe they wouldn't mind it much. of being your bloodbag, your sweet prey, your willing sacrificial lamb that you toy and flaunt like a trophy pet

shy monsterfucker who gets too sexually frustrated easily ever since that one specific dream, always staring into your mouth whenever you're looking away and talking or laughing, hoping to see a glimpse of an unusually sharp fangs. who think they do indeed see something and immediately lets out a quiet whimper, thighs squishing and rubbing together as that one dream plays out in their mind again. who excuses themselves from the hang out earlier so they can go home under the guise of a "not feeling very good today", when in reality they would be touching themselves again that night, humping their pillows with pathetic broken moans of your name. sometimes, when feeling bolder, they would say the same pleads they did in their dream, asking you to bite them as they throw their heads back, neck free and pristine. if they shut their eyes tight and imagined hard enough, they could remember the phantom feeling of your slithered tongue running over their skin. humping at their pillow harder with a broken sob of your name as their body shakes, soiling their pillow case with their own cum again for the nth time in the last 2 days, changing it once more

they didn't get it, they usually had just a normal amount of sex drive, who barely got horny unless they were intoxicated or something. this newfound sexual frustration was weird to them. new and scary with the ways it left their body all hot and bothered just by looking at you. staring, waiting and gulping down saliva to wet their throat as their mind goes to the gutter. imagining your clawed hands trailing over their bare skin, maybe leave a few small cuts if you feel like it, hold over their hips a bit too tightly to leave a bruise, bite at their porcelain skin. would you make them your personal bloodbag if they acted good and begged hard enough?

shy monsterfucker who gets caught, mind too fuzzy with filthy thoughts as they moaned out your name into their pillows as you invite yourself inside their home with a bag of fresh fruits that you bought for them to get better, the spare key they gifted you in your hand. who didn’t knew they were caught, thinking of it as simply one of their imaginations again as they see you standing on the doorway to their room, leaning on the doorframe with a low hum

“i knew i used too much calming saliva on you” you say out loud, only getting a broken whimper of your name as their fingers curl inside their hole, tired and confused. vampires had a special aphrodisiac like mixture in their saliva that they used to calm their prey before feasting and to their bad luck, you have accidentally used an excessive amount when you drank from them few days ago

“[n-naameee]♡︎ ahck t-touch me! touch me, please♡︎…?” they cried out, hearts swirling in their pupils, face flushed to the tips of their ears as they whined out deliriously with an open mouth. a sweet prey, right in your grasp. since you were the one to cause it, it would only be right to fix your mistakes right? cooing out words of faux comfort, you step over their sweat clung body, taking in the way they looked so out of it. all wet and hard, too dazed to even say your name properly

shy monsterfucker who immediately lets out a squeal when your fingers push into their hole, while their own fingers were inside too! please be gentle, at least let them get their own fingers out first? who only could let out a broken sob when they could feel how deep your fingers curled inside them, feeling the way your fingers stretched and fucked their pathetic hole open easily. they were nothing but just a weak sex toy for you, a meager little bunny whose legs twitched and shook every time the pads of your fingers jabbed at that bundle of nerves inside them, squeaking like the precious little thing they were

“baahn—! aangh ah haang buh-bite..?” they asked, teary eyes staring up at you with so much love and lust as their wet lashes flutter against their red cheeks. “b-bite me♡︎..? aamh haah i... i’ve been such a go-ooddd♡︎♡︎ good bloodbag for yoouu♥︎!!” they blabber on, arm wrapping around your shoulder as they try to pull you down to their neck. the bite mark of a few days earlier already gone and healed thanks to your healing saliva. you could just hear the thrumming of fresh red liquid from under their skin, heart beat loud and erratic like a war-drum, begging you to tear them apart

shy monsterfucker who lets out the loudest moan, breaking down into pathetic blabbers of gratitude and pleads for more as you gave in to the instincts to feed. back arching up from the bed so prettily, soft chest against your own, a rapid beating heart under their own skin that you could feel against your cold, still one. shy monsterfucker who lets out a filthy squeal, tightening around your fingers as they cum on your hand, soiling it as the tears that built up in their heart pupil eyes finally fall down

shy monsterfucker who begs for a kiss, asking for your lips to be against their own. who lets out a cute muffled sob when you do just as they asked, tasting the metallic taste of their own blood on your lips before something long slithers down their throat. long and wet with a thicker textured saliva coating it, being pushed into their mouth, forcing their jaws open as they choke of their own moan as you continue to torture that tender spot inside their tight hole. gagging as your tongue slithers down their throat, feeling the way their adam’s apple feels a little bit wider due to how deep you showed your tongue inside their mouth

shy monsterfucker who could only cum dry, into your hands, tired and body aching due to their constant actions to try and relieve their sexual frustration. mouth left open, swollen lips wet with your mixed salivas that connect your faces just a little bit longer as your forked tongue comes slithering back out. eyes all hazy, nearly shut close with how low lidded they were. you would have mistaken them for unconscious if it weren’t for the weak whimper of a “mmghh—! s-shoo goowd♥︎ t-tongue... wan’ your tongue inside meegh♡︎♡︎” as they weakly wiggled their hips

shy monsterfucker who watches as you seemingly easily manhandle their body so you could do as they nicely asked, their strong body meaning nothing to you. who watches with their hands on the pillows by their head, neck painted a saccharine red that you loved, lust heavy eyes staring at you as a few tears fall from them. who lets out a broken sob as they see the way your jaws open a bit too wide, slits appearing at the edges of your lips to make it easier for your long tongue to come out. like a snake, it licks at their inner thighs, bloodied fangs leaving cuts on the tender flesh there as their legs violently trembled in your grasp

shy monsterfucker who chokes on their moans, head getting thrown back as your tongue pushes past their tight walls, eagerly humping your face as much as their shaking body could allow, feeling the way your tongue reached deep inside them — more than any meager sex toys or dildos ever could, twisting their insides. wailing out “guhhckk♥︎♥︎! s-sho deEEHNGK♡︎ y-your tongue— f-fuckinnh aanh nyah♥︎!! fuckinng my guts! aah ngaah—♥︎!” as they felt the way your tongue moved back and forth inside their hole, claws digging into their legs and thighs to keep them in place, forcing them to keep their legs open. who blabbers drunkenly about their mind melting, mushing up their words as they slur your name before fucking squirting. shrill noise between a moan and a squeal falling from their swollen lips before losing consciousness

shy monsterfucker who will most definitely ask you to bite them again the next time they wake up

⇨ dan heng, yingxing, argenti, moze, bronya, firefly, gepard, robin, caelus, yukong, legolas, lindir, meludir, baizhu, charlotte, diluc, furina, ganyu, kaveh, nilou, kokomi, xiao, calcharo, jiyan, xiangli yao, rover, zhezi, shorekeeper, aerith, zack, angeal, tifa, vincent, sephiroth + anyone you think will fit, really

[spicy30]

Telepathic Vampire

Part of my Sinister Vampires

Twilight Vampire (A telepathic one, part of many)

Warning: Gore

tags: @themorriganisamonster

-I want to say you both met the day Remmick died. They say witch’s blood tastes the best to Twilight Vampires. I think Sammie’s singing is something otherworldly so different blood. Funny enough you both came for Sammie.

You say the way it all burns and you say past and future blend as one. Breathtaking. In the midst of it all was a man—a boy really—singing his heart out. You could smell everything, the smoke, the catfish, the sweat, but most of all, the boy’s blood. Sammie’s blood. 

You closed your eyes, relishing the sweet melody of his voice. Everything else went silent. Maybe after you sucked him dry, you’d turn him. Have him sing for you. His voice would be heavenly.

The crunch of three footsteps opened your eyes. Three others. Looks like you weren’t the only one drawn to the feast.   

-Now from this point, this could go a number of ways. All depending on whatever powers you have. There's too many powers to keep track of so I’m gonna stick to the main ones (AKA the most interesting ones so no super speed or super strength bc that's boring and Twilight Vampires already stronger than your average run of the mill vampire💔) + which one I think Remmick would find most interesting.

Telepathy

-I don’t think this one is all too interesting, basically what Remmick has except you can’t control anyone with it and it works on everyone. Sensory nightmare if you ask me. So I think if you had this power keeping Sammie would be a priority a singing that can numb out the other voices. If only for a little while, peace and quiet. 

You heard their thoughts, though oddly enough, all in one. Burgundy eyes looked towards the man with the lamp first.

‘Sammie.’ It was the only word on his mind. Your eyes shifted to the woman.

‘Sammie.’ Your brows furrowed at her thoughts. Finally your eyes shifted to the man in the middle. 

‘Sammie. Get in and get Sammie.’ Slowly your head tilted. You tried again seeing if you could read anything else. Nothing was given except for what was already had. 

It was too bad. You’d get Sammie first, deal with the others eventually or maybe the other way around, depending on how it all went.

‘Crackers. Damn. Gotta get Smoke and Stack.’ Your eyes locked onto the burly man who sat outside as guard. 

“Hey there!’” You watched from the shadows as the middle one spoke. Blank was the minds of the other two. 

“Good evening.” The guard greeted them and you breathed out a laugh. ‘Lord help me, please don’t let it be no Klan.’ Poor man, these weren’t Klan, least not with what you know of, no these were something worse. “How may I help you folks?”

“Oh we heard a tale of a party.” The man in the middle made gestures. He’s good. Human mimicry gets harder after a while. “Drink, food, blues music and the like.” 

‘Now who in the fuck told these white folks about this? Lord, don't let it be no Klan.’ The man begged within his head and you did nothing. You returned to what felt most comfortable. Staying still. Returning to what you were, a statue frozen in time. Your breath stopped, your eyes stopped blinking, everything about you stopped as you watched. 

“You did?” The man responded looking at the three vampires. (Though different from the ones you’re used to. Witches and their spells.)

“Oh we like to drink.” The man responded and you simply watched. Bet he does like to drink. “We happen to be musicians, and uh…we walked here so,” Your brow shifted upwards. Why not just enter? “We hungry as dogs.” You rolled your eyes. 

‘Bark.’ Your eyes shifted to the man with the lamp once more as he did bark. Your brows furrowed. Could he read minds too? A gift similar to yours? Do they know you’re here? You doubt it. 

‘Laugh.’ And both laughed. 

Mental manipulation then? Not bad.

“You wouldn’t mind us coming in now would you?” The man in the middle stepped forward.

A door opened and your ears solely focused on that. You smelt Sammie, smelled him and his most recent meal. He was covered in sweat and the rim of his collar had more than just sweat on it. 

-I think for the most part you stay still, not really doing anything and let everything play out, though I think you find their singing funny. I think their song of ‘Picked poor Robin Clean’ made you laugh, just a little.

I think where you finally intervened/took action was during ‘Rocky road to Dublin.’ or rather at the beginning. 

“Then off to reap the corn

And leave where I born

I cut a stout black thorn

Fore to banish ghosts and goblins” Singing came and your head turned to the little circle of dancing vampires. The lyrics ran through all the minds of the vampires.

Definitely mental manipulation. The mind of Remmick ran, everything was done perfectly, his gift and to manipulate everyone in such a way is worthy of praise. As your head bobbed to the beat you walked over to the door before the slight smile was wiped from your face and instead replaced with furrowed brows and small frowns as you knocked on the door.

“Hello? Please? Anyone? Please help me! Let me in! Please!” You begged knocking on the door. Smoke—if you remember correctly—answered with a gun pointed. Not like it would do anything, but your arms raised anyway. “Please…I-I was just…oh god, they” You breathed heavily, you smelled the smoke on…unironically Smoke, the fear in all of them, the rotting liver of Delta Slim, the herbs on Annie, but above all the sweet scent of Sammie. “They were singing, but they got…they had blood all over them.” You pleaded. “Please let me in.” 

“Why you ain’t just barge in?” Delta Slim asked? The others nodded.

“Because he has a gun pointed at me?” You spoke, keeping your hands raised. 

‘The fuck is up with her eyes?’ That thought or a variation of it ran through their minds.

Shit! Wasn’t it dark enough to cover them up? You hadn’t eaten in a while, they weren’t as red.

“Invitations have to be verbalized.” Annie spoke and your eyes looked towards her. 

“Hunt the hare and turn

Her down the rocky road to Dublin

And all the way to Dublin

Whack-follol-le-dah!” 

The song was loud in the background and Smoke stepped back. Slowly the rest followed by opening a path. Slowly you stepped in and the gun was put down as you walked inside your eyes focused on Sammie. 

You turned your eyes to the outside watching as the song continued, tapping your foot to the rhythm. Then your name was called and all of them stood in a circle. You stood up and joined. 

“We all gon’ eat this clove of garlic.” As Annie spoke you purse your lips to stop you from smiling. They had a vampire inside alright, but that little clove wasn’t gonna work on you. Human food taste disgusting. 

“I don’t much like the taste of it.” You looked forward to see…Pearline was it? Complaining about that taste. You sympathized with her.

 You stood next to Sammie. If you wanted to turn him and have him stick around, you’d need him to like you. “Ain’t no one saying you gotta like it.” Annie responded and you simply stayed silent remembering to blink thrice a minute and keeping your breathing steady. “We just gotta figure out if any of us left is one of them.” 

The jar of garlic was passed to you and you raised a brow “I just got here and you said they needed an invitation.” It has been a long time since you’ve eaten human food. You’d vomited the last time you did. “I didn’t get one, shouldn’t I be good.” 

“Just eat it.” The woman next to you spoke before eating one of her own. You looked down to the clove before putting it in your mouth. It tasted like ash and dirt and everything nasty. You'd throw this up anyways. You gagged as it was put in your mouth. Everyone looked on as you struggled to swallow it. 

-The rest of the night goes on and plays out as you try and talk to Sammie more, though he doesn't seem to be keen on you. Your eyes creep him out. Fair enough. The plan remained. Eating him. 

A frantic knock sounded and you walked over slowly to the door as you began thinking of new ways to try and get Sammie to stay once you turned him. 

“Or you let me back in there, and I’ll come in, and we can grab out things…” A man leaned outside. His mind was blank other than ‘Break Grace.’ You saw his eyes turn while and your brows lifted looking at the man. You’d never seen anything like it. “And head home?” 

You saw Grace begin to break. You gave a small nod of approval. Remmick…he was good.

“I am your way out. This world already left you for dead.” Your eyes flickered towards Remmick looking to his mind. His mind was a wonder. Everywhere but nowhere at once. Everything is perfectly in order according to his vision. Even as he spoke everyone moved the way they were supposed to move. 

Yes, you were very impressed with Remmick.

“You should listen to him, Grace. ‘Cause I know everything he knows now.” His eyes were red, still controlling everything. “And I want you to let us in there. Or we gon’ go to the grocery store and we gon’ pay little Lisa a visit.”

Very good. For the first time that night you grind. Around humans you never grinned. It was off putting to them. Your teeth were a little longer than what they should be. A little sharper than they should be. Humans were notoriously good at spotting something that wasn’t human pretending to be human. Wouldn’t be long till they caught onto you. 

As Remmick spoke Grace’s language, you saw the way his mind worked to translate the words from Bo. 

How provocative. You struggled to hide your little giggle. But Remmick heard it. Was just loud enough for him to hear. You simply nodded with a smile, your teeth covered once more. 

“S’good.” You murmured and he furrowed his brows hearing it before giving you a smile.

“This can’t be real.” Pearline breathed out and Remmick only gave a cocky look. 

“You the devil ain’t you?” Sammie spoke, but your eyes stayed glued to Remmick. 

“Sammie! You are the one I came for.” Figures. Your mind kept running trying to think as their little conversion carried on. Though you felt Sammie move and your hand immediately shot out holding him back. Hopefully this head and his clothes are enough to cover your cold grip.

-I think real interactions between you and Reemmick start when everything goes down.

“Come on in you motherfuckers!” Grace yelled and your grin mimicked Remmick’s. You saw him grin as the door was brought down. Grace threw the bottle and Remmick hit the door.  You watched Grace run to Bo, burning him and her together. Your brows raised. You watched them burn as everyone else fought. Vampires came for you. You paid them no mind as you tossed them aside with ease. Your eyes focused on Grace and Bo. 

You’d never seen anything like it. It was beautiful watching them burn. You stayed in your spot occasionally ripping off a limb from a vampire. 

Finally as they both burned you turned to see Annie on the floor bleeding out. All this blood and you hadn’t eaten in weeks. You felt the venom start pooling in your mouth. Smoke crawled over Annie, he’d be no good. Smokers, drunkards, tasted just as bad as human food.

Your eyes scanned the room before settling on Pearline. She’d do just fine. Just to take off the edge. 

Your eyes focused on Remmick who breathed out a sigh getting back up. Mental manipulation would work to keep Sammie around. But his blood, you wanted his blood. Just as they all retreated you grabbed a bottle of the Irish beer pouring it out. You shook it out as you ran behind the rest of them up the stairs. 

“Pearline!” You called after her and she turned. You gave her a smile as you pounced on her. She screamed. You heard Sammie’s scream of protest. You paid, you sucked on her draining her of life. You felt as the venom inside you feast on the blood of Pearline. Felt as the venom grew stronger in you. Felt the way your body became tougher, stronger, felt as your vision sharpened. You looked at Sammie and Smoke. They looked clear, you could see everything around them. The way a bulging vein pumped to the rhythm of their hearts. 

You went back to feeding as Smoke called Sammie. Just as you were about to finish the last of Pearline you heard Remmick call Sammie’s name.

“Sammie!” He called and Stack followed after to get his twin. You looked up and a growl rumbled in your chest. The animalistic tendencies that came with vampirism never really went away. Remmick went to bite Sammie, the guitar was the only thing that stood in his way.

Standing up and with blinding speed you pushed Remmick off of him, sending him flying out the house. Sammie only looked at you with horror-stuck eyes. You cleaned your mouth of Pearline’s blood before shrugging. 

“Sorry ‘bout Pearline. Lotta blood in the air. I got hungry.” You mumbled out though before he could respond three gunshots sounded. It all bounces off your body, though not before leaving holes in your dress. You looked towards Smoke who was on top of Stack. All three only looked at you. “Bullets don’t work on me. Can’t kill me. Sorry.” 

Sammie pushed you. You didn’t budge. “Sammie. I want you, but first, I need to make a deal.” You grabbed his hand pulling you with him. On your way you kicked off both Smoke and Stack down to the first floor. Pulling him tight against you, you jumped off the second floor looking for Remmick.

A clawed hand came to rest on your shoulder. You turned around and small scratches came on your face as Remmick bent over in cradling his hand cursing. You simply raised a brow shaking your head. “I want to propose a deal.”

Remmick looked towards you, then to his broken claws, then back to you. “What deal?” 

“Well I want Sammie, you want Sammie. See the conflict. Now I could just take him, but…” You looked toward Samme who was still struggling to get out of your grip. “Sammie here don’t like me much, but you…” You walked towards Remmick as he stood up to his full height looking at you with slightly furrowed brows. “You have a gift that makes them stay. So I propose. You turn him instead of me.”

“And if I just take him from you and leave you?” Remmick looked towards Sammie then to you. 

“Well you can try, but you’ll fail, miserably.” Your red eyes focused on Remmick as he stared on, from behind him his vampires crouched low. You read his thoughts and you shook your head. “Look, I know what you’re thinking, it’s not gonna work. I can hear what you’re thinking, every scenario you just ran will end with me ripping off your head.”

He furrowed his brows. “Yes, I can read the thoughts of everyone. That's how I know what it is that you want, that's how I know Sammie here never liked me, and that’s also how I know…” Remmick groaned in pain as a stake went through him. “That that was gonna happen.” You shook your head as his vampires all groaned in unison with him. 

For a second you let go of Sammie and grabbed Smoke by his neck. He pointed a gun to your eye and shot. Nothing happened. You threw him back and turned to Remmick. “What’s it gonna be? Suns coming, you’re running out of time.”  You walked around him standing on the east side of him shielding him from the first rays of light. You felt it warm your skin and you heard Sammie’s thoughts go blank. As if he couldn’t understand what was happening. 

“Cool right?” You turned to him, giving him a smile before he turned running away from you. You rolled your eyes. “Remmick?” The slightest nod from him as his skin began to burn and he started pulling the stake out. You grabbed him rushing him inside the Juke Joint and then running out to go get Sammie.

-I think from then on, it’s you three. Sammie is turned and under the hive mind of Remmick and it goes on like that for a good while. I guess you could consider it to be your coven. I think Remmick is always most intimidated by your ability to read his thoughts, because for the longest time no one else was able to, just selective memories, but not with you. 

Sammie sang in the background with his guitar and you bobbed your head as Remmick and his people danced alongside yours. It felt good as the silence settled in. No thoughts of anyone. Just yourself. You closed your eyes feeling the sensations as the blend of future and past became one. 

‘Hunger.’ You opened your eyes before opening a cooler and throwing him a blood bag. He turned to you and you smiled. “I know better than you know yourself, remember?” 

Remmick said something, only gave a sigh and a small laugh drinking away continuing to dance. 

- I think just eventually due to the nature of your gift and his, a bond would naturally be established. Think Esme and Carlisle. That's how I imagine this. Maybe more intimate and just due to it, you never really talk to each other just because there is always an understanding. 

Remmick sat away from the window and where the rays of light reached as he watched you lay in the sunroom of your shared home. The sunlight reflecting off of you. Your skin shining like a thousand diamonds in the sun. He always liked seeing you like that. 

You were nothing like him. Bullets nor stakes pierced you, your skin shone in the sun, you could read his thoughts, you were stronger than him, faster than him. Everything about you, but yet there were still those things about you and him that were incontrovertible.

Your skin was as hard and impenetrable as diamonds, but yet it is soft and warm to him. Your telepathy allows you to read him perfectly. You give him everything he desires for nothing except for when you want to go on a hunt for some witch or anyone who you can smell. 

But what Remmick likes most, above all would your eyes. A deep blood red, he likes to mirror them with his own. His vision is sharpest in that form, giving him more to look at. Most days you’ll stand still just for him. Allowing him to look at you, examine you, figure you out. You don’t blink, don’t breathe, don’t do anything and it never fails to amaze him.

[titania-sleeps]

Human Bloodbag Yandere x Vampire Reader

so i totally lied when i said i would wait until next month to post this. i offer you another good boy.

as a note, his characterization is a little different from my initial idea of him but i ended up liking this more. there's no explicit scene in here except a lil biting here and there but that won't be true for future Dion works >:3

• Dion was born and bred your bloodbag. From birth until the moment he dies, he will be your bloodbag.

• Dion never really had a choice. In the world that he knew, all humans were subservient to their vampiric masters. His parents were never truly his; they were the servants of Mordred the Terrifying. Like all the other human children in this world, his blood was crafted with a specific monster in mind.

• Dion's blood was sweet. Pure saccharine and hints of despair. He was mixed with you in mind, a candidate to replace one in the Council of the Elder Ancestors.

• Dion first met you when you were six and he was seven. He was struck with both an intense loathing and a gentle warmth. His master was standing in front of him, yet he couldn't bear to look at you in the eyes. You weren't impressed with him either, but at the very least, you didn't look at him with contempt.

• Dion spent the month as your personal servant under the instruction of your governess, Madam Lilith Hatheway. He learned to distinguish the sickly pleasantries of poison from your plain juice. He learned to fend off potential enemies and greet your benefactors. He learned the sharpness of knives and how humans could bleed ever so easily. He learned hatred, abhorrence, desperation, eagerness, joy, and elation all in the time he spent with you.

• Dion nearly fled the day he was meant to be bitten by you. Fear coursed through his veins, but Madam Lilith held him still and your eyes were daggers pinning him to the ground. You approached him with a simple glide of your steps, and your teeth were upon his exposed neck before a scream could escape his throat.

• Dion's vision grew blurry as the world spun around him. Or perhaps the world was spinning around you and he was caught up in it. You are the gravity of his world and he had to fall into you. You remained attached to his neck for an eternity, and he soon found himself losing consciousness.

• Dion woke up the next day, having grown to be eight years of human age, and you sitting next to his bedside. He was distinctly alive, yet also empty of what little fear and life he had clung onto so desperately in the last month.

• Dion listened to you closely as you explained with thinly veiled concern that he was now bonded to you. For as long as you were alive, he would be too. Under your curse, he would no longer experience the same emotions as a free human. Instead, his emotions would slowly be replaced by an undeniable sense of servitude towards you.

• Dion couldn't mourn the passing of what he had never possessed. He accepted his fate and swore his loyalty to you. You looked displeased.

• Dion remained by your side for the next hundred years as you matured. You treated him coldly but not unkindly. Perhaps it was because of your bitter nature that he never grew the attachment for you that he was promised. But he was fond of you, and it was not due to fate or the blood bond that the two of you shared that created this emotion in him.

• Dion never faulted you for binding him to you. The Elder Ancestors demanded you to bite him, and he knew you couldn't deny them. You were six, and they were more than six thousand.

• Dion knew too well the emotions that went through you every day. He could feel it from your gaze and from the blood in his veins. Guilt, displeasure, fear, and a sprinkle of affection. And as he gazed back into your eyes, he knew that you were just like him. A cog in the machinations of this limiting cage, engineered and designed to sustain itself for centuries upon centuries.

• Dion blamed it on his faulty sense of camaraderie, but he couldn't help himself from trying to get closer to you. Another decade passed before he saw your sincere smile for the first time. But it wasn't directed at him.

• Dion, for the first time, understood what others would call "blood boiling." His body was heated in fury as you exchanged casual pleasantries with another vampire gentleman your age. You seemed to be immediately infatuated with his dark brows and suave demeanor, but Dion didn't let it advance. For years upon years, he has known you to be a glacial creature, blue blood and ice running in your veins. Are you only now to tell him that you could experience the same joy and despair that he could?

• Dion intercepted this shameful display of... of whatever it was. You were of greater nobility than this meager creature, so there was no need for you to be conversing so vibrantly with him.

• Dion drove the man away and you brought Dion home in a fit of rage. You were still young and he was not much older than you, but even then, he felt you were being unreasonable. You claimed that he was jealous because of the blood bond you shared with him, but he knew that couldn't have been the case. It was not gentle jealousy that he held towards the man, but righteous anger.

• Dion succumbed himself to your punishment, which was rather weak for how furious you seemed. He was roughly pushed onto your bed, your fangs baring at him. The bite was filled with your sadness and loneliness, and he embraced your form joyously.

• Dion didn't push you away as you sucked his blood endlessly. The venom you injected into him filled him with adult pleasure*. He held his body still as his arms pulled you even closer to him. Throwing his head back, he laughed. It was a carefree sound, not at all suitable for a bird in a cage. His laugh startled you and you unmounted your fangs from his neck, staring at him incredulously.

• Dion urged you to continue sucking his blood. He would agree to give you him wholly if you would only suck his blood and only his. You were confused; he was already yours in name and in blood. What more of him could he give you? Then you peered into his eyes.

• Dion's eyes were the color of turbulent waves that swept and drowned those who were unwary. They held the deepest of blues and the darkest of greys. A treasure trove of desires and epiphanies opened to you as you dove deeper.

• Dion cocked his head to the side, baring his neck. Your puncture brought pink to the skin surrounding the wound, but no blood seeped out. A knowing smile danced on his lips.

• Dion was a monster you created. So you have to take responsibility for him.

* my vampire headcanon is that you don't get the aphrodisiac or whatever tf vampires inject into their victims until you come of age

-> masterlist

[bunnis-monsters]

Cafes and knotting

Werewolf x Vampire!Reader

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warnings: breeding, knotting, blood drinking, mating, grinding

WC: 2.5k

It was one of those nights, the type where you spent every moment of your eternal life on your feet, jogging back and forth between customers.

Working at a cafe for monsters wasn’t terrible. If anyone asked, you would say it was a fun job with great perks.

The only problem you had was the pushy, rude customers that either wanted the manager or something inappropriate from you.

Thankfully, some of your regulars always stuck up for you when a situation got out of hand.

Especially him.

Standing at a little over 6 foot and with a muscular frame, his eyes always followed the sultry sway of your hips as you moved around the cafe.

Usually, he came in twice a day. Once in the morning for a black coffee and donut before work, and once at night for a protein shake and any pastries you had left to fuel up for the gym.

So when someone got rowdy, he was quick to run over and get up in their face. Tobias was that kind of guy, always ready to help.

You had no idea that he had a thing for you, and that’s why he was so defensive over his cute vampire barista.

To most it was obvious you were crushing on him like crazy too, but neither of you were aware of your shared love.

Most of the time you spent the day sighing wistfully, watching him from the register as he chowed down on your freshly baked pastries. He had a huge appetite after his workouts, so you decided to treat him.

Although today was relatively peaceful, the werewolf was still on edge, as if he could sense something was about to happen.

“Toby, something up?”

You walked over, placing a pastry in front of him. “Here, it’s on the house.”

Tobias looked up at you as if you offered him the world, taking the pastry into his hands carefully. The man loved his baked goods, and giving him something like this for free meant a lot more to him than you knew.

“Thank you… and it’s nothing, I just…”

His wolf ears perked up when the bell chimed, signaling someone had just walked in. A nasty looking monster walked in, his horrible body odor spreading through the cafe like a thick miasma.

None of that mattered to you, though. You politely greeted him, smiling as you gestures towards your menu. “Welcome, what would you like, sir?”

“Hey, toots. Black coffee and some of those bagels, stat.”

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[misstycloud]

Platonic vampire father x reader

• Vampire, who is greatly feared and treated as a legend among the townsfolk. He’s the one parents tell their children will come for them unless they start to behave. Living alone for hundreds of years was alright by him, vampires were mostly solitary creatures anyhow. He slept during the day to regain his strength, then fed by nightfall. Sometimes it was just one or two humans, other times he took the lives of entire families in one giant serving. It was all simply fine- until it wasn’t. For one who had lived so long in solitude it seemed humourous to feel lonely all of a sudden.

• The vampire had not meant to have a child. It occurred without plan. However cold he may be, something urged him to keep you; the tiny, defenseless(not by human standards), and certainly hungry child he’d created. It was a hoax, that vampires could not procreate in the traditional sense; made up by the few vampire parents who did care enough about their children to ensure no one should hunt for them. If humans knew there were multiple ways and how easy it was to make more of this damned race, then the search for these children would be endless. Plus, burning the children would surely be easier than to behead a fully fledged adult monster?

• Now that you were sleeping soundlessly within his grasp, how could he ever let you go? There was no way he could let you run around like a child needs to, should the two of you live close to any civilisation. So he fled, deep into the wilderness where no one ought to find you. Yet it wasn’t too far out so it’d be impossible to find prey- especially with the help of his knowledge and ability to travel far distances. Good luck his uncle had a large castle standing empty for your use. Further luck was it that vampire father had killed him long ago, otherwise there’d be an unpleasant battle for territory.

• You were hopelessly adorable when you latched onto his wrist, teeth bared and fangs ready. They were small, but vicious. There was no question you’d be ruthless when you grew up. During the first year after a vampires birth, they had to feed from their parents. It was similar to how human babies gain nutrients from their mother whilst in the womb, and later rely on her milk to survive the harsh conditions of the outside world. He’ll find the best humans to eat so you’d be getting the finest nutrients afterwards.

• He loves getting you cute dresses and styling your hair. You’re like a fine china doll. Playing is also fun. You’re so full of energy that even he- exceeding physical abilities and all- had to take a break every now and then. He cannot count how many times he has been forced to chase you high-speed around the castle in order to prevent you from knocking anything over. An ordinary human would never have vitality to care for a vampire child. Apart from the likelihood of being drained on the spot, vampire children are very high maintenance and would tire a human beyond compare in less than a week. His favourite activity with you is teaching you to hunt. It’s a fantastic way to bond. He’ll make sure to encourage you and give you good opportunities; the complete opposite of how his parents taught him. They were rough and did not care at all, which was not rare for vampires but still.

• No matter how wonderful you looked while tearing the coachman’s throat out, vampire father would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the old days when you were younger. You didn’t have to wristfeed anymore and could do nicely by yourself. As he rested within his coffin, he reassured himself he was still needed. You would not reach adulthood until you were 150 years old, and even then you would still be his child- you would need him yet.

• Vampire father has servants who work in the castle. Maids and butlers who clean(no chefs of course) and are human. Whenever you asked your father about where they came from, he responded with ‘I took them to work here for us’. You noticed three things about the servants: they were a lot weaker than you, constantly scared in your or your fathers presence if their erratic beating heart was anything to go by, and they were often replaced. It was one night, you were reading, and a maid walked in to sweep the floor. You’d recognised her as Zoe. She was one of the only few who’d managed to stay(alive) for more than four years. However, the Zoe in your memory was youthful with dark hair and bright eyes; this one in front of you was worn down and grey.

• This realisation opened up your mind for curiosity aimed towards humans. Previously, you hadn’t really noticed them or cared. You saw them as food and disposable, just like your father did. But now you began thinking about the differences between you as species. Clearly, vampires were the superior race, being faster, stronger, more durable and free of illness. Although the loneliness of a vampire could count as a disease itself, the only inevitable, natural suffering of a creature of the night. So if vampire were superior, how come you all live in shadows? Why, despite there being fewer of you, did you not rule as royalty? And how come weak beings such as humans were almost happier than a vampires ever been? You wished to know the simple joy humans knew. You wanted to understand how they could be so happy as they were. How did they chose what path to dedicate their lives to when they had such short ones? You desired answers to the question on wether one could really be fulfilled in a mere 100 years; a lot of humans didn’t even make it past that age.

• You were more intrigued than ever. You just had to learn more about humans and their strange perspectives. They were so different from you. Unfortunately, your vampire father did not like your newest interest. He had taken you into the forest to hide you from humans and now you actively sought them out? You would end up chased or burned in sunlight! He would never allow that to happen to you. He’s your father and he’s sworn to stand by you.

He’ll protect his little doll.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: You don't have to sleep. Usually, it gets boring, but now you can take care of Logan when he needs someone

An: vampire reader and Logan aren't officially together just yet

As a vampire, you didn't need to sleep anymore. It had its pros, and it also had its cons. Before you lived at the mansion, you would hide out and hunt your next meal, but now blood was provided for you, and you were somewhere safe, so you didn't have to worry about hiding. Now, most of the time, you just stay up doing different things. You were trying new hobbies, training, a lot of cleaning... not sleeping was starting to become a con again, you were so bored.

Then Logan came home from an awful mission.

Nothing had gone as planned. Many got hurt, he had to kill again, he got seriously injured himself, and for some reason it was taking a while for him to heal. He wasn't expecting you to be in the kitchen when he came stumbling into the mansion. He was grumbling to himself, clearly in pain, scrubbing at the blood that was on him, and the sight made your undead heart sink for some reason.

"Logan?" You asked cautiously, his neck snapped over to you, and he nearly snarled before recognizing who was talking to him. "What are you doing up?" He asked, almost angry that you caught him. You ignored the question and moved closely to him, "Let me help." You said in a tone that left no room for argument. His shoulders fell, and he allowed you to drag him to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

After about twenty minutes, he was all cleaned and patched up. You asked no questions during the entire interaction, something Logan was very grateful for. You didn't know what exactly happened tonight, but you knew it was something best left undiscussed for the time being. "You know...your room is next to mine." You stated with a shrug. It was clear what that statement towards Logan meant. It was your way of saying: if you need anything, come to me, I'm here to help. Let me help.

He nodded and gave you a weak smile to show his gratitude. You returned the smile and left for your room.

A few hours had gone by and you were deep in your closet. How did you have so many clothes? You groaned as you continued going through shirts when your ears perked up. "What was that?" You muttered under your breath. You listened a little closer, and for the second time that night, it felt like your heart sinked again. "Logan?" You asked as you got up and went to his room as quickly and quietly as you could. You knocked on his door, but when there was no response, you just went in.

You let out a pitiful sound seeing him so clearly in pain and afraid. Logan was still asleep, but he was screaming. He kept saying the same thing over and over, and his claws were digging deeper into his mattress as he squirmed around.

"Logan... Logan!" You shook him awake, and when his eyes snapped open, his claws swipped right. He gasped louder than in his sleep when he saw his claws on your right side. He gasped loud and looked at the wound in horror. You cupped his chin, making him look up at your face and not the wound. "It's okay, just retract them, and it'll close up." You whispered, not wanting to cause bring anymore stress to his already stressful day. He nodded quickly before doing what you said, he winced with you and watched the wound close completely.

After he made sure you were healed, he looked up at you with watery eyes, "Could...could you stay?" He asked meekly and a bit uncomfortable. This isn't something he'd normally do, but knowing you'd heal if he ended up hurting you in his sleep calmed him much more than he'd like to admit.

You didn't say anything, just sat on his bed and let him arrange the two of you so you'd be laying just like he wanted to for the night. You brought a hand up to his hair and started to twirl some strands between your fingertips. Maybe this could be a new night hobby.

Once he was asleep again, you made a vow to not only him but to yourself as well.

"I'll always be here to keep you safe, my wolvie."

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Hello gatorbite, I really liked your imagines with Mark Grayson, could you do an imagine of Mark with a Male Reader who is a vampire?

Mark Grayson x vampire king male reader

Headcanons

Cooking my own headcanons for vampires, how else are they gonna go on cute dates on the beach as the sun goes down?? Ive been listening to abracadabra by Lady Gaga for days, its been keeping me sane.

Mark and the bad bitch he pulled by being a nerd. i had a lot of fun writing this, i would love to write more about these two, or more vampire reader,,,

You guys would first have met after he became a hero, sometime during season 2. Probably before he got Oliver but after his dad left the planet and Mark wanted to fix everything and started working with Cecil.

The GDA knew of your existence of course. You were the first ever vampire, created through horrible magic and rituals against your will. This meant you couldn’t die, even from the sun or a stake or silver.

Every other vampire someone would meet would come from you in some way. Or rather, they were bitten by someone who was bitten by someone, so on and so forth until it reached you, kinda like a disease. The further out you go, the wilder and more animalistic the vampires are.

The few vampires you have bitten and turned yourself are strong and can walk in sunlight, and have other otherworldly powers, but those they bite have weaker powers, etc etc. and all other vampires but you can die. As long as life and death exist, so will you.

How you guys meet can be a mixed bag, but the most plausible is that some rabid vampires have run wild somewhere, and Mark was sent to deal with them since his skin can’t be pierced by their fangs.

The vampires he encounters are naked, human-looking creatures with warped faces, a mouth full of sharp teeth, shark bat-like features and the like. The only thing human about them is their shape.

A nest of vampires has run wild, and as the so called “vampire king”, “vampire well” or even “first vampiric ancestor”, its your duty to take care of it when it gets out of hand.

At this point Mark isn’t at his strongest, so the nest of vampire spawn gain the upper hand. Even with super strength, its hard for Mark since he also doesn’t want to kill at this point, and these technically were humans once.

So, imagine Marks shock, as he’s being overpowered by hundreds of these creatures that are more instinct than sense, when these creatures are sliced in half and turn into dust.

As the vampire king you can teleport all over the planet, you could probably even warp other planets if you focused hard enough. You might have done that once or twice, leading to vampirism spreading to different parts of the universe… but nobody has to know that…

What you wear can be up for debate, do you wear something from the time you died? Something Victorian? Or modern? I can’t imagine you are too involved with the current fashion since time passes so fast for you, so maybe it’s a bit out of fashion. You still look great though.

Maybe it’s having been beaten so hard by the now dead spawn, or maybe it’s just your vampiric influence, but Mark finds himself blushing and breathing a little harder.

The first time you meet doesn’t lead to much other than you taking care of the spawn, apologizing to Mark for causing such a mess and telling him you will take more care of your offspring. Mark just kinda goes “yeah, okay, thanks man…” before passing out.

You end up teleporting mark back to the GDA, or wherever hes being brought, like to the new guardians or whatever. Because obviously none of their protection measures can keep you out. It’s only weaker vampires that need an invitation inside.

They are all pretty damn uncomfortable when you comment about how nice Marks blood smells, because being thousands of years old also means you don’t have any shame in stating the obvious.

You say hello to Immortal before leaving. Of course, you guys know each other, both being immortal and all that. You guys play cards at least once every ten years or so, sometimes more, sometimes less.

This is also why Immortal is the most chill about you showing up, coming and going as you please, and saying Mark smells delicious. You once said he smelled delicious too when you first met, the stronger the person the better their blood and all. Now you guys are friends though, in a way.

After that you guys meet every now and then, mainly because you take his interest and Immortals friendship as an invite to come and go as you please, like a big scary housecat dressed in black.

You also follow him around (stalk him pretty much), and maybe it’s just him secretly loving steamy vampire fanfiction, or some viltrumite instinct, but being hunted is exciting.

You guys finally starting to date would also happen at some random moment when you guys are alone. You would have known about Marks attraction from the very moment you met, but your cold unbeating heart had started warming up around him too.

All his rambling about heroes and fictional stories worked like a charm. The many many questions about vampires and pop culture was cute too. He couldn’t believe that the whole weak to garlic thing started as an inside joke amongst vampires and spread out, when it wasn’t even true.

Mark was positively shocked when the whole pop culture idea that being bitten felt good turned out to be true. Later you would explain it was all about intent and reception. If you wanted it to hurt and he feared you, then it would have hurt. But because he was a little freak who was really into it, then it brought pleasure.

Mark also never thought you would be able to bite through his skin, but you could. Only because of your whole, king of the vampires, first original vampire, deal. Any other vampire wouldn’t be able to bite through vultrumite skin.

Being able to rip through vultrumites will be useful later, and not needing to breathe and being able to fly as well. But that’s for later space adventures.

When the whole thing with Oliver happens, you are of course there to support Mark, but also his family. Cecil also knows not to fuck with you, because its all thanks to you that the dead don’t rise and come for him every single day.

This may mean it doesn’t end as badly as in season 3, or, Mark just has some more support, very powerful support that the GDA knows to fear. Because how is Cecil gonna manipulate the original manipulator? The one strong enough to bewitch the entire planet if he wanted to?

You also have a better time explaining morals and powers to Oliver, since you are still stronger than him at this point, so you can put him in his place when he needs it. Being nonhuman also helps a lot, since Oliver feels his power disconnects him from humanity.

This gives Mark some more room to find himself and settle, and yeah, I feel like him and his family end up moving into wherever you stay. Be it some massive gothic castle in Romania, or a Victorian mansion at the edge of a massive cliff in England, who knows.

Both because its safer, more comfortable, and they get to feel like they don’t always have to look over their shoulder.

You don’t survive the coffin allegations though, since you sleep in a grand one, and have at least 100 different coffins you switch between. Most were gifts from your spawn, or one or two from immortal as “congrats on living another hundred” gift. You gifted him weapons or houses in return.

Mark can’t sleep in the coffins with you, since he hates how claustrophobic it makes him. But he will sleep beside the coffin. You guys keep the lid pushed to the side enough for you to stick a hand out, so you guys can hold hands.

I feel like Oliver would thrive a lot under you and your spawns, since you keep your “children” in line. Being direct descendants of you means they are powerful enough to play and roughhouse with, but also help him train.

Mark trains with you instead, and it regularly ends up with him almost giggling and kicking his feet as you pin him down, barring his neck all “oh please, vampire king, please don’t bite me”.

It takes Debbie a while to settle in, but maybe she meets one of your spawn to gets on with well, or she doesn’t at all. Maybe she just takes the time to heal and find herself when she sees her sons are happy.

You end up getting the shovel talk from her though, which all your direct descendants peek around the corner of the doorway to watch. Somehow you look meek as she points a finger at you and tell you to treat her son right and with respect.

I haven’t read very far in the comics so I cant tell you what happens after this, but Mark will have you by his side when everything goes down, and that might help change it to a more positive outcome.

It might help to have a lover who isn’t held back by his humanity and morals. You are more than willing to turn entire planets into your mindless spawn if it means keeping your dear ones safe. It does lead to a horrible argument and Mark not talking to you for a while, but he forgives you at some point.

Reading his secret fanfic does help with that, even if it means you have to dress like a man from the current era, style your hair and stalk him when he sleeps (as if you don’t already do that).

Being a super ancient and rich vampire also means you can pile gifts on Mark, Oliver and Debbie. Mostly Mark, but you don’t want his kin to be left out. So, Mark gets to live out his nerdy dreams to the extreme.

You’ll remodel a whole part of your house for him if it comes down to it. Your direct spawn will coo at you becoming soft. You let them, for now, but you’ll get your revenge, especially seeing them all tied around the Grayson’s fingers too.

You are so used to dealing with the GDA that it also isn’t hard to keep them at bay, how are they gonna invade a place that’s existed longer than democracy? You will burn the whole place down if you have too. Anything for your nerdy little hero.