#vampire reader

[tourturestarradio]

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝."

Pairing: Remmick x POC reader

Prompt: You were so sweet you'd make sugar taste sour, and Remmick wanted to keep you all to himself but he had to get that pesky husband of yours out the way.

Warning: Remmick might be slightly ooc (only because he doesn't bite her straight away) fem reader, husbands a cheater, Vampire stuff, remmick turns the reader

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Cleaning off yours and your husbands dishes humming a tune to yourself, the night was quiet little crickets and birds still up chattering amongst each other. Drying off your plates you let out a small yawn hoping to go to bed soon, closing up and locking your windows you glanced out at the open front yard seeing someone standing there.

You squinted trying to focus your eyes on whoever it was but the person was gone. Blinking you shrugged and went on about your routine. Clean the dishes, close the windows, wash up, then lay down. It was simple as that.

Your husband was already laid down in your shared bed and you were about to wrap up your night when there was an odd silence that lingered around the house. There was no settling of the house, no creaking, no birds or crickets chirping, no howling from the wind just silence. It honestly made you nervous, but through the silence was a knock.

It was an urgent knock but not hard, going towards the door you peeled it open revealing a beat up looking male a sheen of sweat covering his body. He was hunched over looking starved "oh my! Are you alright sugar!" you asked, worry lacing your voice.

He looked up at you, your scent filling his senses "I-I had run in with...some men I was just asking for some..." he gulped, looking back "some food, they weren't too friendly" he explained, you frowned "oh honey m'sorry to hear that" you mutter, looking behind you he quickly asked, "can I come in please? I-I won't be a bother" he questioned, You started to nod your head "ye-" "honey who is this?" you jumped at the sound of your husbands voice.

"You are...?" you looked back at the man who answered quickly "Remmick" you noticed the glare forming on your husbands face "what're you doin' here?" he asked gruffly.

Remmick dragged his heavy eyes away from you to your husband who now stood in front of you "I-I was just askin' if I could come in and r-rest for a second" he explained, Your husband stared him down before spitting a harsh "No."

You frowned "honey he might-" "I said no and that's the end of it!" you flinched at the volume of his voice which didn't go unnoticed by Remmick a look of anger flashed across his face before disappearing.

"I-I got money" he gulped, quickly reaching into his pocket he fumbled to grab the money and you shook your head "no, no you don't need to do that sugar, keep it" you state.

"Alright...I'm sorry sweetpea." you apologized, but Remmick shook his head "no i-it's alright I'm sorry for troublin' y'all folks" he muttered, you watched as he turned to walk away, a feeling of guilt washing over you.

You called out making him stop in his place slowly turning back around "hold on a second" you hummed before hurrying back out of sight in the house. Your husband still standing in the doorway glared at Remmick "your lady, she's got a good soul." he mutters.

"Yeah I know." He states, you could cut the tension with a knife as the two men waited for you to return.

You came back holding two plates "here you go sugar. you stay safe on your way home" grabbing the plates from your hands, Remmick felt the warmth from your hands "thank you darlin', really." he said holding your hand.

You gave him a small smile "you're welcome, come back if you ever need anythin'" you hummed, Remmick grinned walking away. He sure will.

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Days had passed and you hadn't seen Remmick so you thought it was mostly a one and done situation. You had only hoped he was doing alright though. You were seated in your front lawn handling your garden. Placing the small berries into a basket you didn't notice the male watching you from the shadows, that was until you stood up to stretch your limbs, muscles tensing up then relaxing.

Your eyes wandered and you spotted him a loud shriek escaping your lips "Remmick! you scared me" you huffed, moving out from his hiding spot he grinned "hey darlin'" he noticed how your dress was tied up high enough to show off your legs which were covered in dirt.

He stayed in the shadowed areas as the sun was drifting downwards, you tilted your head "you need something sugar?" you asked, he looked down at his hands "just wanted to return these" he said holding out the plates for you to take back. Going over to him you take the plates but Remmicks eyes wandered down then back up taking in the sight of you.

Remmick noticed the way you fidgeted with your hands as you looked around before you spoke "I don't mean to bother but...could you help me move some of this stuff inside please" you asked, quickly he nodded his head "thank you sugar" you said grabbing the basket of berries while Remmick grabbed the bag of other foods in them.

Going inside the house Remmick paused at the door "you sure I can come in?" he asked, you chuckled looking back "yeah, if your worried about my husband he's all bark no bite...well sometimes." you hummed, stepping into your home a new feel washed over him.

He resisted the urge to leap on you right then and there. If he wanted to he would, and God damn does he want to, but he would hold off for now something was keeping him from pouncing on you, but he didn't know what?

You placed the basket down and huffed "thanks for the help sugar" you smiled at him, it was warm, comforting. Looking into the kitchen he noticed that there was a couple of things on the stove "you cookin'?" he asked, you shook your head "no I finished dinner a little while ago but, I wanted to make somethin' sweet" you stated, Remmick raised a brow "you ain't eat yet?" he asked, shaking your head you looked downwards.

"I don't usually eat until my husband gets home, but he's been getting home late and I don't like eatin' alone" you frown, Remmick felt himself growing hot with annoyance. Not at you, but your husband.

Pulling out a chair Remmick sat down "I could eat with you" he said, you looked at him "really? you don't gotta do that-" "I don't want you going hungry waiting for your husband" he huffed, you had a soft smile on your face "thank you" you mutter fixing yourself a plate, glancing back at Remmmick you felt your heart stutter for a moment.

You shouldn't, you shouldn't get yourself caught up with him. You shouldn't get used to those pretty eyes, the way his shirt strained against his arm muscles.

Shaking your head you turned back to face him "d-did you want a plate?" you asked, he nodded once. Placing a big enough size of chicken, some greens, mashed potatoes, and mac n' cheese it was your husbands favorite.

Placing it down you took a seat across from him, dropping your head you said a prayer, Remmick watching you a smirk growing on his face, listening as you mumbled 'amen...' you looked back at Remmick a look of confusion spreading across your face.

"Did I grow another eye or somethin?" you asked with a chuckle, Remmick ignored your question "ya'know you never told me yer' name darlin'" he stated, you blinked in realization "oh my i'm sorry sugar!" you told him your name quickly, and he repeated it back slower. Testing how your name tasted on his tongue.

"Pretty name for a pretty woman" he stated, you looked away feeling your heart pump faster his complement "thank you..." you muttered. Munching on your food you noticed how he stared at you, not with malice intent, but not one of fondness either, he was just observing your every move.

Finishing your food you noticed Remmick barely ate anything "you ain't like it?" you asked picking up your plate and his "oh no, no just wasn't too hungry" you tilted your head "then why'd you say yes?" you chuckled, Remmick leaned back "didn't want you to eat alone" he smirked, you tore your eyes away from him gulping nervously.

A throbbing feeling hit you, you shouldn't feel this way about him your heart shouldn't be hammering this hard. To lighten the mood and distract, you made a joke "you know Rem if I didn't know any better I'd say you had a little crush on me" you hummed placing the plates into the sink to clean them when you felt a presence behind you whispering "well do you" you turned around quick only to see him in the same place her was before "...k-know what?" you asked.

"Know better?" he said, his voice stern and his eyes locked on you staring into yours a flicker of red in his. The air was thick, tense, you didn't dare move. Gulping back some saliva you held your thighs together. "I-I...um" you stumbled over your words lucky you, or maybe unluckily you heard the front door opening and you knew your husband was home.

Walking in you noticed he was already frowning but when he saw Remmick his frown deepened. You knew that look "what the hell is he doin' in here?" he questioned sharply, you blinked "he came to bring back the plates I gave him" you explained, you husband rolled his eyes "yeah right he came back to see you and you know it" he spat glaring at Remmick.

"he's leaving alright honey" you frowned, annoyed by how aggressive your husband was towards Remmick. He nodded "yeah he better be, don't fuckin come back" he stated harshly, you snapped your head towards him Remmick raising his eyesbrows stunned at his words.

You straightened up "alright now there ain't no need for you to be cursin' at him!" you shout, Remmick stood up "i'm goin', see?" he huffed, walking towards the front door.

Following behind him you grabbed his arm not knowing if he was gonna swing on the poor man. At the door Your husband stared Remmick down before muttering to him "stay the fuck away from my wife" he slammed the door shut Leaving Remmick to let out a low chuckle his eyes red, and his teeth sharpened.

Your husbands words only fuled his flame more, his desire to have you by his side forever growing stronger.

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Despite your husbands warnings Remmick came back time and time again. His reasoning varies from something as simple as stopping by to check on you, or help you with tasks around the house if your husband wasn't home. The friendly banter coming to a harsh stop after one night, the sun had drifted below the horizon line and Remmick was fixing up your fence.

You'd stay outside to keep him company telling him all about your day until you went inside saying you needed to wash up before dinner, Remmick stayed watching you go, his nails scraping and cracking the paint wanting to get his hands on you, and tonight was the night he was finally gonna have you.

His mind clouding with lustful thoughts of you all wet from your bath seated on the counter his name slipping past your lips as he trailed his tongue through your folds hands groping your thighs.

After a few minutes you came back out wrapped in a loose robe "Remmick sugar you can come in! take a break" you called out from the porch. Wasting no time he followed behind you like a lost puppy.

You were seated in the kitchen, Remmick was quiet. Oddly quiet, he was usually talkative but something seemed to be making him all quiet. Sitting next to him, he could smell the sweet smell from your baking and soap lingering on you and it made his head spin with pleasure.

He quickly snapped out of it when you grabbed his hand "you alright sugar?" you asked, his head shot up looking from your hand to your face, "can I be honest?" he asked, you nodded "of course" you hummed, you voice dipped in honey.

"I've been having a problem, just a craving" he sighed, you blinked waiting for him to elaborate. He placed hi hand on your thigh which made you tense up "you're so kind darlin' and it really made me realize I haven't felt this way in a long time" he stated, leaning back in his chair.

You could feel that shameful need bubble up in between your thighs "that's...that's alright you'll find yourself a lady" you forced out, it hurt to say that but it shouldn't. Looking into your eyes he placed both hands on your thighs "that's the thing darlin' I don't want no one else but you" he stated, you gulped your heart racing and your mouth was dry "oh...I-I..." you didn't know what to say.

His eyes flickered down to your lips then up into your eyes. You noticed it sucking in a breath "Sugar I..." you both knew how badly you craved each other, you had felt love in a long time and the way Remmick looked at you how he treated you, it had you falling head over heels.

The look he was giving you seemed like more than love, something else was mixed in an emotion you hadn't dabbled in, in a very long time. It was lust.

Your tongue glided out to lick your lips wetting them, Remmick's eyes watching your every move. He leaned in his eyes flickering towards your lips back towards your eyes, he pressed his lips against yours.

That's when it all unraveled for you, leaning in the soft kiss became one of need, want, his hands moved around your waist lifting you onto the table not once breaking the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he groped your flesh. Pulling away from the heated kiss Remmick pressed kisses against your neck, his name rolling off your tongue like honey. It was like music to his ears, he stood in between your legs resisting the urge to bite down, tasting the sweetness that lay below your skin.

Instead of that his tongue glided out over your jugular, you grinded your hips against him as he tucked his head in the swell of your chest. His hands traveled down your body stopping right at the end of your robe "can I?" he asked, you swallowed hard.

As you open your mouth to say yes, you stopped a thought slowly forcing it's way to the front of your mind.

'This isn't right.'

You quickly shook your head "no, n-no Remmick" lightly pushing him away, he stepped back as you covered yourself not daring to look at him "you gotta go sugar and...I-I don't think you should come back" you say wiping off your lips. Remmick frowned reaching for your hands but you moved them out of his reach "darlin' what's wrong did I-" you shook your head "no just go...please" taking a hesitant step back Remmick kept his eyes on you.

Watching him leave you slammed the door, catching your breath you let out a deep sigh "what have I done...?" you muttered.

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It's been weeks maybe even a month since you last saw Remmick, at first he'd come to the door late at night somehow knowing you were alone that night. He'd call out to you begging for you to answer he waited, and waited for you to answer but you didn't. He come again apologizing for how he acted but still no answer. After two weeks he stopped coming back.

It hurt but you couldn't have another incident happening again. That was the end of it really, you did miss his company but it was all over now. Well that's what you thought until your husband stopped coming home, no explanation, no notes he just stopped showing up.

You were terrified the Klan might have gotten a hold of him but you'd never for sure until Remmick came knocking again "darlin' you gotta open up please" he called put, he knew you were in there he'd been watching you all day. You hesitantly opened the door only a sliver "Remmick I told you, you can't-" "it's about your husband" you paused slowly opening the door "what happened" you were hesitant to know what happened noticing the look on his face.

"A couple day's ago, I uh...I saw him out" he began, Remmick sighed "with another woman, I know it's wrong but I followed them and he was all over her...they got on a train and I ain't seen em' since" he explained. He may or may not have lied about that ending, he saw them again all hugged up and he may have...eaten them. But you didn't need to know that!

You stilled "what...?" he could see the tears that gathered in your eyes, he reached to hold you "I know darlin' it's hard but..." he was quick to catch you seeing as you crumpled over "that son of a bitch!..all the things I did for him" you sobbed out, Remmick wrapped his arms around you "i've got you darlin' I got you" he sighed.

This had to be a punishment for what you had done with Remmick a few weeks ago. That could be the only reason.

Slowly standing up you went inside tears still leaking from your face, Remmick stopping at the door "can I?" you glanced back, wondering if you should or not. You sighed nodding "yea-yeah come in sugar." you said wiping away your tears.

Remmick stayed close behind you "I'm sorry you had to hear about this from me Darlin' really" he hummed reaching out to touch you.

You sat in your kitchen "I just-I can't believe he would-" you dropped your head. Remmick sat next to you as you leaned on him "it's alright, i'm here" he soothed, you glanced at him "I just feel so... guilty like it...it was my fault" you muttered, Remmick shook his head "ya'know I have to admit I don't regret it." he stated.

You glanced at him "what...?"

"He wasn't takin care of you, at least not good enough-" turning your head to face him, Remmick held your face "-if i'm being honest i'd do it again." he stated, you gulped nervously as he continued "I'd take you completely, make you mines...if you'd let me" he says.

You suck in a breath, you nodded slowly "I could take care of you..." he muttered, his hands resting on your upper thigh "please, please let me" he hushed, his eyes staring into yours "okay" you mumbled.

Pressing a kiss against your face he moved downwards to your neck pausing he inhaled holding onto you his grip tightening. His teeth sharpened and his eyes flickered red as his bit down hard in your neck a frightened cry leaving your lips.

He knew you'd start to panic; he could feel you tremble "R-Remmick what are you doing? That hurts..." you whimpered but he didn't move he still stayed latched onto your neck. You tasted even sweeter than he imagined.

Watching the panic drain to a cold lifeless expression on your face so carefully, so slowly.

"I told you...I'm gonna take care of you...forever" he hummed.

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A/n: I love Sinners so much oh my God this took way too long to make, I've been stuck on writers for months.

[jas-writes-fics]

Remus Lupin x Female!Vampire!Reader excerpt. Mood bord by @bowglittercat. Writing by me.

In the crisp night time air there were two professors at Hogwarts who were fearful creatures by nature, yet gentle despite all characteristics against them.

Y/N Cullen is a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her swift legs carried her quickly across the grounds, into the Forbidden Forest. She thought she was alone, unnoticed, by the night time creatures of Hogwarts. Students were all tucked away in their beds, teachers were all done burning the night time fuel and retired to bed, ghost hardly roamed the halls as the air lay still on the night.

But one professor who couldn't sleep had watched as the one who never did sleep disappeared into the forest. Remus Lupin had been roaming the halls when he had suddenly seen a colleague move at speeds unheard of. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wanted to follow, to understand why the pale skinned, golden-eyed professor that had entranced him since the first meeting couldn't sleep that night.

[oddballwriter]

Okay I tried making this before but Tumblr shat itself as I was writing it and it didn’t save it so here I go again. But as I was reading Dracula I had the idea cross my mind about what it would be like if the homeowner was a vampire who was just living among humans and human life as some sort of guise, and the possible difference and alternatives that would make for some of the dateables.

How does Freddy feel about being stocked full of blood instead of food. Does Mitchell even exist, if we’re going off the idea that you can only consume blood, or does he just manifest in the form of blood?

How does Amir work? Can he still see you or does he just see floating clothes and accessories? Or can he still see you but through some weird mirror logic he is literally incapable of describing what he is seeing back to you about yourself?

Skips probably feels more close to you since you have to live in darkness in order to stay away from the sun.

Is Lady Memoria MUCH older than she would be in the regular game since you’re immortal and have like… actual vintage stuff from several generations you’ve been living through? Is Teddy much older?! Does Dirk/Clarence have some of your older clothes from the different eras hiding in his layers? IS PARKER OLDER??? Like is he made of super vintage board games??

This concept is so interesting to me.

[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 he is her 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.

[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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Bloody Kisses

Content: Fem!Vampire!Reader x Sevika, blood sucking, lipstick marks, Sevika being flirty but nothing sexual. Enjoy!

Sitting on the your shared bed, you set aside your lipstick and perfume on the small table. You adjusted the straps on your formal forrest green dress before smoothing the fabric over your waist. Picking up your dangly earrings, you situated them so the cuff hugged the outside of your ear while emeralds hung from silver chains. You’ve done it so many time you never even have to look anymore. You then reached out for your lipstick and popped the top off. You grinned at the deep burgundy color, knowing it was one of Sevika’s favorites on you. You glanced over at your lover as you began to apply the lip color.

Sevika stood in front of the cheval mirror you insisted be put in your shared chambers. Although the party called for a formal look, Sevika refused to be dressed the same as every other carbon copy cat guy at the party. She wore black slacks to match her ‘fancier’ pair of black boots and her black tux jacket was slung over a nearby chair. Your eyes shifted between watching the sharp focus in her grey eyes and the fumbling mechanical fingers struggling to get the last button of her maroon undershirt to button up. She still wasn’t used to button up shirts, but any help you offered her. Stubborn is as stubborn does.

“You almost ready, darling?” You called out to her as you swept the tube of burgundy color across your lips, corner to corner.

“Just about.” She sighed giving up on the button, instead opening the top a bit wider and folding her collar down. You arched a knowing brow at her, only getting a roll of her eyes in response. “It’s intentional, okay?”

“Intentional?” You hummed, teasing. “I like it.”

Sevika shrugged her jacket onto her shoulders. “You handled your thirst earlier, right?” She asked you as she strode over to you.

The question gave you pause, hands stilling for just a moment, before capping your lipstick, sealing the color with a press of lips. You glance up and your eyes meet hard grey ones and you know you had been caught.

“Uhh… yes?” You squeaked out. Sevika was not convinced whatsoever. Sighing, she moved directly in front of you. “We’re going to be out all night and you know you haven’t fed for a while.”

Calloused hands found their way to your hips as Sevika sat on the bed pulling you into her lap. You groaned, shifting your dress so the split at the thigh easily allowed your legs to straddle her own. “I just finished my make up, Sev.” You pouted.

“Should’ve listened to me earlier then.” She chuckled and let her flesh hand snake up for back as she held you close, her mechanical hand ghosting over your hip.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I know.” You rolled your eyes and draped your arms around her neck.

“If you knew then we wouldn’t be in this situation, now wou-“ she was cut off by your hand covering her mouth.

“Tease me later, we’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry up.” You could feel her smug smirk forming behind your hand. You switched your hand position to grip her jaw and softly craned her neck back to give you more access. You leaned forward and, as you both had done plenty of times before, you lined your fangs up to her neck.

You hesitated for a moment before you felt her metal finger tips squeeze into your thigh, silently giving you the go ahead. Sinking your fangs into her tanned skin you quickly let your lips form a circle around the small wounds. You kept your lips attached to her skin letting your tongue roll over the fresh marks to soothe the pain. Not that Sevika ever complained about that.

You knew how much to take, just enough to tide you over until tomorrow night when you can get to your other sources. For now you enjoy the smell of smoke lingering in her hair while you drink from your favorite source.

Once you finished you pulled back, settling into her lap again. You couldn’t help but look at your handiwork, smirking. That’s when you noticed the dark lipstick stain you had left.

“Shit- my lipstick.” Your hand flew to your lips as if you could feel for a difference. “Did I mess it up?” Sevika’s eyes traced over your lips a little too slowly for the time limit ticking away in the back of your mind.

“Do you want to mess it up?” You could hear the husky undertone in her voice as you narrowed your eyes down at her.

“No. I do not.” Despite the flat answer you press a quick kiss to her lips before you stood. “Let me grab a make up wipe to get that off your-“ You let out a yelp as Sevika had stood along side you and grabbed your wrist pulling you back into her body.

“Who said I wanted it off?” She said with a smirk.

“Wha- Sevika, what about the party?” You ask glancing to her now she towered over you. She wasn’t looking at you for once, she was looking at herself in the mirror. Sevika stretched her neck in different angles seeing how the mark looked in shadow and direct light.

“What about it?”

“You’re just gonna walk around with my lipstick on your neck all night?”

“What?” She grinned down to you. “You want a matching mark?”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “If you can do it in-“ you turned your wrist, checking the time on your watch. “A minute or less cause we have to go.”

“Plenty of time.” She purred before diving into your neck.

“Sevika!!!”

[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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[spicy30]

Augustine Vampire

This isn't rlly story but I wrote it as a sequel to Ich bin ein Jäger

-Mans would probably try to get away from you bc what is this? Never met a vampire who ate other vampires. And never met one that looks like you.

Remmick clutched his neck, fingers slick with blood, warm and gushing through the spaces between them. His breaths came fast—sharp, panicked huffs—as he stumbled back against your kitchen counter, smearing red along the pale wood.

You were laughing. Laughing.

His blood painted your lips and chin, smeared across your hands like warpaint. It glistened—bright and obscene—under the humming kitchen light as you licked it off, slow and purposeful.

He fumbled blindly to his left, fingers grasping the nearest thing. Cold glass—round, wet. He hissed through his teeth.

“Shit!”

The burn sizzled across his palm. Pickled garlic. The jar hadn’t been closed properly; juice leaked in sticky trails down his wrist. The sting of it bit deep, but he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to hold on.

He looked back at you—and you were still standing there. Still smiling, though it was no longer playful. No. This smile was feral.

The dark veins beneath your skin pulsed, worming up from your jaw to bloom beneath your eyes like bruised marble. Your sclera had gone deep red—no white left to see. And those fangs, those fangs… longer now. Hungrier.

With a snarl of desperation, he hurled the jar.

It shattered against your raised arms, glass flying, brine soaking your skin. You flinched—at least he thought you did. The grin slipped into a flash of clenched teeth, and for a split second, Remmick felt something like hope.

But then you brought your arm to your nose, sniffed, and grimaced.

Then you laughed.

"Seriously?" you said, raising a brow. The broken glass crunched beneath your step as you walked to the sink, utterly unfazed. “This shit stinks.”

The faucet creaked on and cold water hissed down. You rinsed your arms with practiced ease, like washing off dirt after a long day in the fields.

“Does this actually work on you?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder with a mocking smile.

Remmick’s vision swam for a moment, but he held himself upright. The bleeding had slowed, congealing enough that he could lift his hand from his neck without spurting red across the walls.

You chuckled again, voice dripping with amusement.

“Garlic?” you said, almost pouting as you wiped a droplet of brine off your cheek. “Sad. I love garlic. Tastes great.”

He said nothing—just stared. Jaw tight. Chest heaving. In all his years, all his kills, all his tricks... he had never met a creature who could mock him with his own blood on their lips.

-Again is very confused bc wdym Garlic doesn’t work on you? Would stakes work on you then? Then if he pauses to really think, well the sunlight clearly didn’t work on you either. To him I don’t think he thinks you’re a vampire.

“The hell are you?” Remmick muttered, voice thick with pain as his body trembled. Slowly, he felt his muscles twitch and tighten—sinew and bone knitting themselves back together beneath torn flesh. His neck ached with the familiar, ugly sensation of forced healing.

You leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, a brow raised like this was just a casual chat.

“I’m you,” you said simply, almost bored.

Remmick scoffed, breath wheezing. “Like hell you are.”

“Well… different species, I suppose,” you added, voice languid now, like syrup dragging down glass. “Which, up until now, I didn’t think was possible.”

The tap squeaked as you shut it off. Water droplets clung to your skin, catching in the pale light like tiny shards of glass. You dried your hands on a kitchen towel—casual, clean, like you hadn’t just torn a man’s throat open.

“First time I met you,” you went on, voice drifting somewhere between fond recollection and cold calculation, “I was real surprised. From then—give or take a hundred, maybe a hundred and fifty years ago—I always had to make my own food.”

You smiled, and Remmick’s blood ran cold.

“I hunted others like me,” you said lightly, as though talking about rabbits or deer. “Here in the Americas. But I was too good at it. Hunted my kind until there was none left.”

You hunted your own kind? Remmick’s jaw tightened. His head throbbed.

How old are you? The question burned behind his eyes.

“I’ve never met anythin’ like you,” he said, voice lower now. “Vampires feed on humans. Ya ain’t no vampire.”

You gave a little shrug, eyes gleaming. “Well technically, I can survive on human blood. But I prefer vampire blood. Makes me feel alive.” You grinned again, wider now, teeth flashing. “I’m a cannibal, Remmick. Cannibalism doesn’t just apply to humans, right?”

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His fingers twitched against the counter behind him, searching for anything sharp.

“But hey,” you went on, tilting your head, “kinda like how humans don’t need alcohol to survive, but they drink it anyway? Yeah. It’s like that.”

You stepped closer, feet light on the floorboards, and Remmick suddenly felt the pressure of your presence like a stormcloud lowering just above him.

“And you, Remmick?” you said softly, almost sweetly. “You’re a drink I haven’t tried before. You’re old. Real old, and just like liquor, the older the better.”

-When he does fight back against you, it kinda scares him how quick you are to heal, unlike him, your face can be clawed off and in a couple of seconds it's like nothing ever happened.

Just before your teeth sank into him again, Remmick’s hands twisted mid-air—bone stretching, joints popping as claws erupted from his fingers. With a snarl, he swiped at your face.

The impact echoed with a crack—something important gave way. You were launched backward, your body crashing onto the table with a splintering thud. Remmick stumbled back, panting, chest heaving, claws dripping with your blood.

And then he watched. And horror bloomed fresh in his gut.

Your neck hung at a grotesque angle, twisted like a broken doll’s, but it popped sharply back into place with a sickening click. Your head turned too fast—far too fast—eyes locking onto him. The deep gouges across your face, slashed all the way to the bone, pulsed once… then knit themselves shut, muscle writhing beneath the skin like worms under flesh.

Your left eye dangled loose in your palm, glistening, gory.

Without hesitation, you shoved it back into the socket. For a second, it floated askew… then clicked into place and blinked once. Twice. Normal. As if nothing had happened.

Remmick stared.

You smiled again.

“That hurt,” you said, sounding more impressed than angry. “Good job.”

He took another step back, claws trembling now. His breathing was sharp and ragged, and his instincts screamed at him to run, to bolt, to disappear into shadow and never look back.

“You’re not supposed to be alive,” he muttered. “Nothin’ heals like that.”

You stood up slowly, brushing wood chips and broken glass off your skirt, unfazed. “And yet,” you said lightly, “here I am. Don’t worry—your confusion’s cute.”

He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. He was calculating—exit points, weapons, leverage. Anything.

You tilted your head, watching him closely. “It’s funny,” you said, licking your blood-streaked fingers. “Most vampires die before I get the chance to explain what I am. You? You might actually last long enough to understand.” Your grin stretched wider than it should have. “If you can survive me.”

Remmick’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll kill you,” he said lowly, claws flexing again.

You laughed—a sharp, delighted sound that echoed off the walls. “Oh, Remmick,” you said with mock affection. “I welcome it. Been so long. You’re older than me I would reckon’, older means stronger, but I have a better diet, so we’ll see.”

-I think the whole time it is a game of cat and mouse. Love playing with food. Also, mad lore drops.

“Don’tcha wanna ask me more questions?” you ask, voice lilting, playful in a way that doesn’t match the situation. “I’ve got questions too, y’know.”

You’re standing across from him now, calm as ever. A scarred wooden table—the only barrier—rests between predator and prey. Though who’s who now is up for debate.

“You look scary, Remmick. Real scary.” You say it with a grin, a tilt of your head, like you’re complimenting his haircut.

And you’re not wrong. His fangs are still out, claws half-raised, eyes rimmed with red. He’s crouched low, like he’s ready to pounce—or bolt. But behind the fear simmering in his chest, there’s still something else. Something stupid.

Curiosity.

There’s something about you, something beyond the hunger and the horror. Maybe it’s the ease with which you stand there—no tension, no trembling. Like you’ve already won. Or maybe it’s because, deep down, he’s desperate to believe someone like you could understand. That you might know what it’s like to live starving, wanting something more.

So he asks.

“Why you here in the South?” His voice is low, cautious. “Why this town?”

Your smile softens—not kindly, but like a cat stretching in a sunbeam, indifferent and amused. You straighten up from the slight crouch you'd held—one he hadn’t even realized was predatory until it was gone—and roll your shoulders in a lazy shrug.

“Well,” you begin, walking your fingers across the table’s edge like a bored child, “the people looked like me, so I figured I’d blend in easy. Their daughter looked like me. Maybe a decedent, who knows. Y’know they killed their own daughter? Ain't even know it. That cross that hangs in the church. That very cross they shoved it into her heart thinkin it was me, or maybe I told them too, really depends on how you look at it.” 

Then your voice sharpens—still calm, but colder. “Then I took people one at a time. Turned a few. Let ‘em age a little. Gave ‘em time to grow into their blood…” You lick your lips, the grin returning. “Then I ate ‘em.”

Remmick’s mouth twitches. Disgust. Horror. But also—dreadful comprehension. You didn’t feed like he did. You raised your food like livestock.

“You’re sick,” Remmick muttered, voice low with revulsion.

You laughed—soft, breathy, and amused like he’d just told a charming joke. “No, I don’t think I am,” you said, tilting your head. “I’m quiet. Humane when it comes to eating.”

“Humane?” He scoffed, stepping back like the word itself stung.

But you nodded, calm and composed. “I give ‘em freedom. True freedom. Ain’t gotta bend the knee to nobody. Anyone tries to deny them what they want, all they gotta do is grab the bastard, look ‘em in the eye, and repeat it. Take it for themselves.”

You paused, watching him with something like pity.

“Now tell me… ain’t that just wondrous?” Your smile didn’t falter.

“I give ‘em a good life. Real good. And when I have to eat—well, I kill them. That’s just nature. And at the end of the day…” Your voice dropped low, rich with amusement. “They’re animals, Remmick.”

You laughed, not kindly. “So I slaughtered them like animals. No different than what they do. In fact it’s better than what they do.”

His face grimaced looking at you. By this point on your face was blood from gashes that no longer existed, but everything else seemingly reverted as it was once was. The whites of your eyes returned and no veins withered beneath your skin.

“Yeah. It’s better than what they do. Do you know how wasteful they are?” You stepped forward, gesturing like a preacher mid-sermon. “It’s sad. You weren’t there for the extermination of the buffalo, were you? Thousands—tens of thousands—slaughtered. Left to rot in the sun. Barely touched the meat. Just let ‘em die.”

Remmick blinked. You weren’t rambling. You were testifying.

“They’re so consumed with hate, with greed—they kill just to kill. Kill to harm. To prove something. Take that gator that nearly bit your leg. They were gonna skin him for a purse, Remmick. For boots. Left the carcass out there to fester. Contaminates everything.”

You looked back at him, eyes gleaming now. “They destroy everything. So I round them up. Raise ‘em right. Feed on a few. Move on when I’m bored. Leave the rest to grow. To repopulate. I got snacks all over—from east to west. Best part is?”

You grinned, and in a blink of an eye you were in front of him. “They just make more.”

-I don’t really see him surviving. I think out of almost all media vampires he’s not the strongest. But I do think his venom would affect the vampire, maybe make them sick or something. 

He moved first—grabbed you, fast and brutal, sinking his teeth deep into your neck. You let out a sharp grunt, thrashing in his grip, but he held tighter. His fangs dug in deeper as he felt the familiar pulse of his venom releasing into you.

Then your hand found his face.

With a furious shove, you managed to rip him off—but not before he tore a chunk clean from your neck. You stumbled back, hand pressed against the wound, blood spilling between your fingers as you gasped and choked on it.

“No—” you rasped, voice raw, shaking your head as you pointed at him. “No. None of that weird shit you’ve got in you. Last time I got it in me, it made me sick.”

Remmick took his chance and ran outside. Now he faced the question again; would stakes work on you? You didn’t have any silver he could use against you (Wasn’t even sure it worked.) and clearly garlic had no effect. The only thing that worked was his bite, but he doubts you’d ever let him get close enough to bite you again. Even then, it’s not like it killed you, only made you sick.

His body reacted before his mind could catch up. One second he was in the yard, the next he was crouched on your roof like a gargoyle, chest heaving. Below, you staggered out and looked up at him, blood still pouring hot and dark from the wound at your neck.

Weren’t you supposed to heal fast?

-The only way I see him surviving is with a trivia of some kind. Like you’re asking all the questions and he’s hoping you find it interesting enough to not kill him.

“You can fly?” you asked, squinting against the light above, that same unsettling grin curling your lips.

“You can’t?” It was the best he could manage. Maybe if he weren’t fighting for his life, he’d come up with something better. Witty. Cutting.

“No. But I can run real fast, so I think it evens out.” You turned, grabbing a rocking chair from the porch and dragging it over with a squeal of worn wood. Then, like this was a casual chat and not a failed murder attempt, you sat down with a sigh and crossed your legs. “Okay. Truce?”

You extended your blood-slicked hand.

Remmick didn’t move from the roof. He mimed the motion, hand lifting in the same gesture but never touching. Still, you took it in stride and nodded like a deal had been made. That grin of yours never wavered.

“What else can you do?” you asked, tilting your head like a curious child. “Can you turn into a bat?” You laughed as you said it, and it sounded real. Genuine.

“No. No shapeshifting,” he muttered, eyeing you warily. “But I can unhook my jaw. I’ve got larger teeth in the back.” Why the hell was he answering you? Maybe part of him thought it’d buy him some time. Win some favor. Maybe if you liked him enough, you wouldn’t rip his throat out. How long had it been since he had to bargain for his life?

“Really? That’s cool.” You leaned back in the rocking chair, eyes still on him, blood drying down your collar like war paint. “I’ve got larger fangs than my kind. Comes with the diet.”

Remmick didn’t say anything—just kept his crouch tight on the roofline, tracking every twitch of your fingers.

“Of course, I’ve got all the same upgrades. Durability, speed, strength, the usual.” You waved a hand like it was no big deal. “Which I’m sure applies to you too.” He gave a curt nod.

“Oh!” You snapped your fingers. “I can smell what their diets are. Isn’t that fun?”

He didn’t answer. Just narrowed his eyes.

You grinned wider. “Smokers and alcoholics? Awful. Taste like ash and bile. Makes my stomach turn.” You tilted your head, watching him with a thoughtful frown. “You don’t smoke, do you?”

Remmick didn’t reply.

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. “Good. I’d hate to waste a perfectly decent cut.”

He could feel the venom still burning under his skin. She wasn’t healing fast. But she would—and when she did, she’d be stronger than before.

Time was running out.

“Okay,” you said, rocking back and forth, “I’m assuming venom is what turns them, right?”

Remmick gave a slight nod, before he let himself sit on the roof of your house. (He doubts it’s a home for you.)

“You kill them first or after?” He felt the focus of your eyes and he returned the gesture. He could see you clear as day. The purse of your lips as you looked at him, the way your hands picked at the dried blood on your cheek.

“Depends on how hard I bite.” There was a slight twitch in his fingers as his claws sheathed themselves.

“Huh.” You raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. “Kinky.”

He didn’t take the bait, only tilted his head. “You?”

“Blood,” you said simply. “It heals them. Suppose they’re shot—some of my blood in their system, and they’re good as new.” You gave a little shrug, tone casual, almost cheerful. “I can kill them any way I want, as long as my blood’s in them. Hell, they don’t even have to die by me. Sometimes it’s an accident.”

Remmick furrowed his brow, fangs still faintly visible beneath his lip. “Accident?”

“Yeah,” you said, stopping the rocking and simply looking up towards him. The wound on your neck now finally stitching itself back together. It was strange seeing the way the skin grew back over the red muscle. “Led to some weird stories over the years. I healed this girl once—nice girl—back in Massachusetts colony days. She was accused of witchcraft not long after.” You turned back to him, a half-smile playing on your lips. “They stoned her to death.”

He blinked and his teeth began to hide themselves back into his gums.  “And?”

“She rose a couple hours later,” you said softly, almost with fondness. “Wonder where she is now. But anyways, sometimes they just commit suicide to become a vampire.”

Remmick’s ears twitched. He caught it—a faint, steady rhythm beneath the surface. “Your heart,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “Why does it beat?” It had been the thing to fool him. You were warm like a human, your heart beat. Everything about you seemingly designed to fool him.

You didn’t answer right away. Just tilted your head and smiled faintly, as if the question amused you. “My body still works like a human’s,” you said finally. “Blood’s gotta circulate to keep it moving. Muscle, skin, everything still runs off the same basic machinery.”

Vampires weren’t natural. Remmick knew that. So you haven’t evolved to simply hunt other vampires. You truly were a different species. He could fly and you could not. You could run faster than the wind and he could not. Your blood healed, he did nothing. Your bite wasn’t lethal, his was.

He had to be let in, did you? Seemingly not. Never once did he grant you permission to enter his house.  That memory felt like a lifetime ago now.

You could walk in the sun.

You could eat.

You fooled every sense he relied on.

What else could you do?

Could you control others, like he could? Maybe.

Could you die?

No, Remmick doesn’t think so.

“You can’t enter anywhere without being let in,” you said suddenly. You weren’t asking. Your voice was casual, almost playful—but your eyes didn’t blink. “No stores. No houses. No churches. But there’s always someone ready to welcome you in.” You tilted your head again, mock sympathy bleeding into your tone. “So… that’s gotta be hard.”

“Ya got any rules?” Remmick muttered, though he knew you could hear him. Always could. Always would.

“Yeah,” you said, voice light. “I can’t go into a home unless I’m invited.”

“You entered mine,” he said. “I never said a word.”

You smiled, and there was no warmth in it. “You’re dead, Remmick. Rules don’t apply to the dead. What’s that saying? The dead have no rights.”

He didn’t speak. You went on, casually cruel; “Bought the property the day after—just in case you had it under a living name. Thought you were smarter. Turns out you weren’t.”

His stomach turned.

“In any case,” you said, finally getting up from your rocking chair. “I can walk into any place open to the public. Stores, bars, churches… open invitation.” A pause. Then you tilted your head, watching him with amusement. “And if it ain’t open, I can always make it.”

-Again with the venom. I think it’s very interesting on how it would affect a TDV vampire. Maybe it’s like a minny compulsion where the blood of a TVD is fighting off the hivemind of Remmick. 

Remmick stood on the roof watching you.

“You can do it too. Did it on me. Doing it on me. It’s weird. I don’t like you in my head.” he watched you crack your neck. “Compulsion. You always have to bite them?”

Remmick furrowed his brows. Compulsion? No, his vampires became a part of him. They are an extension of him. What he thinks becomes their life philosophy, what he feels becomes their reality. “It’s not compulsion. They’re me.”

“It’s not compulsion,” he said slowly. “They’re me.”

You raised a brow. “Even after they’re dead?”

“It’s the only way they become me.”

“So… you can’t control the living?”

He didn’t respond right away.

“You can’t,” you said, and you sounded almost disappointed. “Huh.”

“You can?” he asked, quietly.

“Yeah. Duh.” You rolled your eyes like it was obvious. “That’s how I get people to comply. How I cleaned up the mess you said you’d handle. And I can do telepathy, too, though that takes a little more focus.”

You stepped out into the open moonlight, watching him. “So how does your... mind control work? Because I feel it. I feel you don’t want me around. I feel… obligated. Like I’m under something, but I know it. I’m not the type to keep my word, Remmick. Never have been. So this?” You tapped your temple with a sharp nail. “This is new.”

“Their memories become my own,” Remmick said, his voice low, deliberate. “Everything—feelings, desires, sensations—it all comes back to me, just as mine flows into them.”

He felt a little safer saying it aloud. If you were truly under his influence—even just faintly—you wouldn’t strike. Not while he willed you away.

You tilted your head, surprised. But then your expression shifted into something warmer, almost impressed. “Well, ain’t that somethin’. Closest thing I’ve got is a sire bond. Even then, it’s rare—and it don’t last forever.”

“Sire bond?” he echoed, unfamiliar with the term.

You nodded. “When I died, I came back as me… but more. Everything turned up. Emotions, especially. Happiness, pride, guilt… sadness. Lust.” You gave a crooked smile. “That one in particular—it’s a bitch. When a human’s in love and gets turned, that love doesn’t just survive—it amplifies.”

You crossed your arms, looking out toward the trees like the memory stirred something in you. “The sire bond’s strongest when the sire’s around the sired. It doesn’t change what they feel—but it does shape what they do. They’ll want to please the one who made them. Want to stay close. It’s instinct.” Then, with a short laugh, “Lot of ‘sire’ in that sentence.”

He watched you carefully. There was no cruelty in your tone—but there was history.

“It’s rare,” you added. “Only pulled it off twice. Long time ago.” You turned back to face him, expression unreadable. “Not worth the effort.”

Remmick raised a brow. You continued.

“Takes a long time to get someone to love you enough for a proper sire bond. And even then, it’s gotta be a special kind of love. Ridiculous as it sounds, that soulmate-type love.” You gave a short, bitter laugh. “Hard not to reciprocate it—especially when it’s strong. So it ends up being useless. You can’t use them the way you want. I failed at it. Too many times to count. So I stopped trying.”

You leaned against a tree, casual but shadowed by something colder. “And say they do tire of you—or worse, you hurt them—then the bond’s gone. Snap of the fingers. Just like that.”

He frowned, not quite understanding.

You grinned. “Literally. Flip a switch. No emotions. We can do that too—turn it all off. Humanity, feelings, regret. Gone.” You looked almost proud. “Can you do that?” You asked.

“No,” Remmick said after a pause. “Never heard of it.”

“Oh.” Your voice went flat. Disappointed.

-I think the poison would last for about a week or something. Similar to a werewolf bite, but not deadly. So in this particular instance I think Remmick would survive only bc he bit you.

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[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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Baby Vamp

Request: The Cullens hc with a newborn reader (vampire not baby)? by 🥝 anon.

Pairing: Platonic Cullen’s x vampire!reader.

Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. No Bella mentioned. Platonic!!!

Word Count: 324.

Note: I’m so sorry, this is definitely not my best work :(

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• Emmett finds it funny when you feed. Trying not to be a messy eater as a vampire is hard, you can’t help it, he should leave you alone.

• Esme mothers you much more than the others, except maybe Jasper. Jasper actually feels closer to you because of that.

• Alice loves to take you shopping. You’re a new you, you should dress like it too; at least that’s what she tells you as she drags you to the car.

• Rosalie is sceptical of you at first and then you say you like her car. She decides if no one else will take an interest, she can make you. You love it.

• Carlisle adores you. You make his family happy and you like to sit with him in his office while he does his paperwork, he likes that you take an interest.

• Jasper chooses the car with you in it nine times out of ten. He likes your music taste, it makes him feel human.

• Edward’s great when it comes to teaching you how to hunt and authentically control your thirst.

• He’s also great at making sure you don’t have emotional blockage via your thoughts; Jasper’s a big help.

• Esme cleans your mouth like you’re a toddler when you come home with your food around your mouth; she tuts and coos as she does.

• Carlisle has you a room ready for you to decorate the second Alice has a vision. (Esme helps decorate.)

• Emmett’s in full on annoying brother mode, headlocks and noogies all the time. (He’s in for a big surprise when you break a window shoving him off of you.)

• Alice has a whole photo album of just you in over the top outfits; most while you hunt which isn’t ideal but they call them your baby pictures.

• Rosalie babies you (she thinks she’s being discreet but you all know).

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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.

[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

[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

[gatorbites-imagines]

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.

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Cafes and knotting

Werewolf x Vampire!Reader

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

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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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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.