#im sure he... sucks ... at being a vampire

[keicordelle]

I like the trope in some vampire media where a vamp can't get an erection until they've fed for the day. Who doesn't love some unrestrained flaccid fun?

I'm under the impression that this is not the case for Astarion (given the spawns' restricted feeding permissions, he probably wouldn't have been as good at his role if it were), but.... what if it was?

[godzexperiment]

somebody 'i dont believe in angels' to nix unknowingly and nix just unable to help an giggling fit probably between giggles like 'do you believe in me though'

[coralquill]

I read your witch mc headcannon and lemme say, I love it. I have anotheR supernatural request if you don't mind. I wanted to request a vampire MC who drinks blood of others except the boy's bc she doesn't want to hurt them and what they're reaction would be to that and maybe how they'd ask her to drink theirs. KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK 👏

ahoy, thank you for requesting! thank you for the kind words and im glad you enjoyed the witch reader hcs! this was also a fun piece to write i love writing requests out of what im used to. hope you enjoy!

pairings: xavier x reader || zayne x reader || rafayel x reader || sylus x reader || caleb x reader

contents: vampire reader, blood mention, biting, comedy, suggestive || wc.1221

— XAVIER

It was well known that Xavier cooks, (ahem, cough,) and he used garlic in most of his dishes to enhance the flavors. So after hours of slaving at the stove, he'd invite you to have a late lunch with him, and you accepted. Though on the table, you'd avoid eating anything garlic, having just the salad, the appetizers, and the fresh juices.

From his observations later on, he discovered you were a vampire—no garlic, avoiding silver and the sun, and a shifted sleep schedule.

Xavier would make adjustments to accommodate you, from banning garlic from his apartment to throwing away all silverware, making you feel more welcome in his world. Though, whenever the two of you shared a meal together, he always wondered, do vampires not need to drink blood to keep them alive and going? Human meals surely didn't fill up your daily energy quota, and he never saw you draw any blood from any source.

On finding out you fed on other people, he'd straddle you, keeping you in place and demanding you to feed on him, and only him.

And you could only accept, as the angry pout he had was working against you and making it hard to refuse.

— ZAYNE

Zayne would notice that something was up with you with how you were acting around certain shiny metal and certain aromatic dishes whenever he went out with you. His theories about you being a vampire were soon confirmed when you came to him late at night with a nasty burn on your hand.

You affirmed that you were indeed a vampire and were in dire need of immediate medical attention, and Zayne would tend to your burn at the best of his medical knowledge—at least, as much as it could apply to vampires.

Zayne wouldn't prefer you drinking blood from strangers as it could hold diseases and illnesses. He'd offer his blood to you, and he'd make sure he always stayed clean of anything, keeping his blood healthy.

Zayne would suggest packing you a fresh pint of his blood whenever you needed to part ways for a while. "Here take this with you." He slipped the bag into your backpack. He added ice cubes from his Evol to keep it cool and fresh for longer. "Drink it when you need to."

The smell of his blood wafted in the air, and it smelled so good. Your pupils dilated, grinning cheekily, "You think I could resist drinking your blood in the first hours of my trip?"

Zayne smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but you leaned in further to kiss the mark you had left on his neck.

— RAFAYEL

The first thing Rafayel would notice was that you didn't have reflections whenever you passed the mirrors of the studio—was it a Wanderer's curse? An Evol's effect perhaps?

He then noticed that whenever he got papercuts or small cuts from using sharp tools, your head would whip around, eyes zeroing in on the cut every, single time—okay, you were definitely a blood-sucking creature.

"So you're a vampire." He'd point out casually, hands busy with the tools he crafted with.

You nodded. "I am."

"You never asked me to drink my blood. Kind of rude." He pouted. "How did you survive?"

"I went after random others. Didn't want to hurt you."

Rafayel scoffed, clearly offended that you drank blood from strangers rather than him.

Rafayel would make it his mission to seduce you by wearing wide, open collar shirts and sitting under open windows, allowing the sun to hit his skin in the most enticing angles—and it was working.

He was a temptation like no other.

You pounced and sank your canines into his neck.

Rafayel grinned at first, happy to be the victor in this little game he played, but moments after, his expression faltered at the delicious sting he felt.

"Oh."

You needed to be careful with your intakes as Lemurian blood was addicting, and you wouldn't want your little fishy to dry up!

— SYLUS

Sylus hoards shiny things. Gems, gold, and silver. Most of his kitchenware and utensils were made of silver: the water goblets he drank from, the plates he ate from, and the forks he took bites with. But when you told him you couldn't eat from them because you were a vampire and they'd burn you, he'd taken them out and locked them in a vault away from you to ensure you never crossed paths with what hurts you.

Sylus would keep you company at night, both of you having a common enemy—The Sun. Sylus and you would go on late night escapades and spread mischief in your wakes; brooding atop the tallest skyscrapers at the end of a well-spent night was a must.

Upon learning that you satiate your quench for blood by drinking from others, he wouldn't allow it again.

"But I don't want to hurt you," you said, worry clouding your eyes.

Sylus's eyes softened. "You don't have to worry about that." He reassured you he could self-heal and that whatever skin rips and marks you'd leave on him, he'd patch them up with his Evol.

Sylus would pull you into his lap and offer his neck, silently inviting you to drink as much as you needed.

After you were done drinking, all the blood that dripped would dissipate with swirls of his energy Evol, but the two canine punctures stayed. You had left your mark on him, and he was proudly wearing it.

— CALEB

[Notes: Things Pip-squeak avoids:]

No silver—check.

Caleb would get rid of all silver tools in his house when he saw you avoid touching them.

No garlic—check.

Once Caleb noticed a recurring pattern of you not eating garlic-flavored meals, he substituted all the garlic spices and stopped cooking recipes centered around garlic altogether.

No sunlight—check.

Caleb would cover the windows of his house with films to block the sun but were translucent enough to allow the light to brighten the rooms. He'd hang umbrellas next to all the doors for you to use whenever you left the house.

With days passing, Caleb would notice more unusual things you avoided or did. He noted your shift in sleep schedule. You usually slept through daylight and woke up in the late hours of the night. So naturally, Caleb opened up his notes app to add this tidbit about you.

Shifted sleep schedule—check.

Caleb read through the points he had written over time, and, oh—those weren't just points about quirks specific to you, but rather Caleb's accidental discovery that you were a vampire.

He'd obliquely market his blood to you, indirectly telling you to feed on him. He cooked his own meals, ate healthy, trained regularly, and was active most of the days of the week, and that was enough to keep his body pumping healthy blood.

But if that wasn't enough to get you to drink from his blood, he'd tell you flat out that he wanted you to need him and use him for your bloody needs. The mark you'd leave on him would be on the left side of his neck where his good arm was to ensure there'd be the most blood flow for you, (and he wanted to feel your bite every time.)

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.

WARNINGS: mentions of mortality, blood. Vampire stuff.

COMMENTS: ok ok so @vivislosingitagain here is my thought process YOU like biting people and sucking their blood so YOU are a vampire. and HEY GUESS WHAT vampires are IMMORTAL kind of. and im pretty sure blanc is really fucking old so i think mortality angst would work great with him BUT WHAT IF HIS PARTNER WAS AS OLD AS HE WAS AND BIT HIM. that's the post.

also im so sorry if blanc is out of character i have seen this man three times in the routes ive played + the prologue oops.

It’s a clear night. The stars are bright in the sky, just as they were hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Blanc doesn’t know if they’ll ever change, but he takes comfort in their consistency. They’re stationary, unmoving, unshifting, just like him. He’s always been in Cradle, long enough to see the shattering of bonds between the armies and the first Alice fall. He’s seen the skirmishes and the blood and the carnage.

And he’s seen you, the one who followed him into the rabbit hole and into Cradle.

He remembers thinking you were cute. He remembers Oliver scolding him for speaking his mind, and he remembers you tearing your eyes away from him, a shy smile on your lips. You’ve always been alluring, in a way he never anticipated, and it makes him wonder if someone from the Land of Reason can really be magical like the people of Cradle.

It’s no use though—he knows the passage of time will take you away. He knows love (what he feels for you, there’s no doubt about it) is a powerful force, but it cannot break the way the sun and moon rise and fall, it cannot stop the stars from dying light years away, it cannot stop your inevitable aging.

He knows this, and yet he can’t let go. He greets you in the morning with a soft pat on your head, leaning over your bed as you stretch and yawn. His gaze softens when you rub your eyes and look over at him, and you’re looking at him like he’s the only thing you ever want to see.

He’s so selfish—he wants so badly for you to only look at him.

For someone so keenly aware of how mortal you are, he knows he's being awfully flippant about it. It’s the folly of man, to be so foolish as to yearn, but there’s always the possibility that fate will take pity on his poor soul and listen to its cries for his love to stay.

And so, the next night, a night that should be no different from any other, he breaks his routine. He keeps you up late, chatting over tea as the full moon rises in the sky, asking you if you want to go home. He watches you as you go quiet, your previously bright smile fading into a thoughtful frown. You’re staring into your tea as if it can give you the answer, and Blanc hopes the tea will give you the same answer he would.

I wish you would stay. I wish you would stay with me. I wish you would think I’m worth it. I wish that if I had to be hurt then you would be the one to hurt me because I’ve never loved anyone like you and I doubt I ever will. I wish you would be the one to thrust this dagger into my heart so fate doesn’t have the chance.

“...I want to stay with you.” you say, and Blanc knows you’re hiding something from him but he can’t bring himself to ask when you already look so worried.

“Are you sure?” he asks, reaching across the table to place a hand on yours.

Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze with parted lips—almost like you want to tell him but are far too scared.

“You can tell me anything.” he stresses, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m not...” you purse your lips, looking away again as you choose your words carefully, “I’m not having doubts about staying here, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Blanc holds back his sigh of relief in favor of another inquisitive glance. Your brow furrows and he knows you feel his stare, your cute canines poking at your lower lip as you gnaw on it pensively.

“I have a secret I don’t think I’m ready to share yet.” you say softly, turning back to him, “I will someday. I just...need time.”

Blanc laughs, a sound that's full of relief and love and sounds like the wind chimes that hang in your no longer temporary bedroom’s window, the ones that have been there since you came and will be there when—if—you leave.

“Darling.” he breathes, staring straight into your eyes with so much love, “I have all the time in the world.”

The full moon sinks beneath the horizon and the sun comes up again. The teacups from the night before have been cleaned and placed back on their shelves, and the cake you two cut slices out of remains in the fridge. There are still traces of you within the house—your skincare is still in the bathroom, your toothbrush is next to his, and your chair still has a cushion of your favorite color. None of those things have been removed because you didn’t leave.

You’re still in your bedroom, sleeping soundly, but this time Blanc is there with you, his arms wrapped around you. His body is tangled with yours, your legs intertwining as the bed sheets knot themselves around your limbs. Your head is resting right over his heart, the part of him that’s pounding away for you. Gently, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and stares down at your sleeping face, the face that shows him all of your thoughts and emotions, the face that belongs to the person who loves him enough to stay.

He wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead, a kiss on the bridge of your nose, a kiss on your left eyelid and a kiss on your right, a kiss on your jaw—

He sighs when you start to stir, propping yourself up on your elbows. The bed sheets fall off your body like water cascading down the side of a cliff, and your bleary eyes have never looked more beautiful. He lays there, admiring you in the morning light as the wind chimes chime, the soft breeze from the cracked open window ruffling through your hair.

You shiver.

“Darling,” Blanc calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Good morning.”

You smile when you turn to look at him, and you allow yourself to fall back against the mattress next to him.

“Good morning.” you murmur, your nails tracing the curve of his cheekbone before tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “You look so handsome.”

Ever the charmer, he’s rarely been charmed himself. And so he does the only thing he deems appropriate, and thanks you with a kiss on the back of your hand.

Weeks pass, and Blanc finds himself growing into this new routine. You're a sign of change, that he knows for sure. His own room remains vacant for the most part unless you decide to pull him into his room instead of your own when you’re ready for bed. It makes no difference to him where you go, only that he can follow you like the lovesick fool he is.

Except you’re not leading him to either of your bedrooms tonight.

You’re leading him outside, under the pale moonlight and into the chilly nighttime breeze. He looks up at the full moon and holds your hand a little tighter.

“Thank you for giving me time.” you say, the wind swelling as it passes between the two of you and further into the night, “I’m ready to tell you what I’ve been hiding from you now. It’s...not fair to keep it from you any longer.”

“I understand,” he smiles softly, cupping your cheek, “Go ahead.”

“I’m a vampire.” you say, and it takes his brain a few moments to catch up, “I’ve...found it hard to get blood in Cradle but since meeting with Kyle’s he’s managed to get me blood when I need it. I don’t like drinking from animals or people but it...has to be done for me to stay alive.”

Blanc’s brain is whirring as you spill your guts to him, your mouth moving faster and faster as you explain how despised vampires are in the Land of Reason, how people view them as monsters and how you’re certain you’re cursed.

Cursed. What a funny word to say to him.

“Is that why your canines are so sharp?” he blurts, leaning closer to your face.

You stop talking, bending backward just a bit at his sudden closeness.

“I—I’m sorry, what?” you ask, looking confused.

“Ah, well....I always thought they were cute.” he smiles kindly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

“I...” you blink owlishly before shaking your head in disbelief, “Blanc, I just told you I’m a vampire.”

“Indeed you did.”

Your mouth falls open as if looking for the right words to say, and yet you come up with nothing.

“You can feed from me if you wish. I don’t want you to suffer any longer.” he offers like its the most natural thing in the world.

Still, you say nothing.

And then he murmurs your name, as soft as the flower petals brushing against your ankles.

“I don’t want to use you like that. I don’t want you to be a food source for me.” you grit your teeth, staring at the ground like you couldn’t be more ashamed, “I don’t want to be the monster the Land of Reason made me out to be.”

“You’re not. I give myself to you willingly, and I'll do it over and over again.” Blanc murmurs, hands slipping away from you.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbone open to the nighttime breeze and your eyes.

“My love.” he opens his arms for you and his shirt slips off his shoulder, leaving his skin vulnerable—

“I give myself to you.”

And he pulls you into his chest, as he whispers words of love telling you that you can bite him, drink from him, take all that you need and that it will be okay because he’d give you everything if you asked for it, and that you changed his life for the better, you brought springtime’s flowers and winter’s shimmering ice and summer’s warm sunlight and autumn’s delicate, beautiful leaves to a life that was so repetitive and boring until you arrived—a life that belonged to the man you see before you but not anymore because its yours and it will always be yours.

Tears prick your eyes as you kiss his skin, worshiping each freckle and small scar you can reach. Your canines poke insistently at his skin and you ignore the urge for one, two, three, four, five seconds before your mouth opens and you bite down, hoping the small gasp that leaves his lips isn’t one of pain. You’re careful not to take too much but it tastes so good and who knew drinking from the one you loved could make you feel so happy and full.

Blanc looks up at the moon as you feed, happiness and adoration blurring his vision as he thinks about you, you who trusted him enough to bite him, to tell him who you were, you who stayed behind for him even though you could have left.

He stares up at the moon and sighs because he’s in love. He’s in love with you.

And after you’re done, after you pull away and lick the puncture marks to soothe them, after you press a dozen more kisses to his skin, Blanc still loves you. His blood is smeared around your mouth but he pulls you in anyway, kissing you with everything he has because you deserve nothing less than that.

And he loves you.

Over and over again, he loves you.

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be aging or how long you will have by his side, but he knows that if you will forever be his constant, he’ll come out okay in the end.

[httpsleclerc]

under the monaco moonlight☾ part 2

summary: Charles and Arthur try to deal with the fallout after Charles turns you into a vampire and kills your boyfriend.

warnings: mentions of violence, death, blood, swearing, yelling

word count: 2k

a/n: I lowkey love this im for sure making it a series !!

read part one here!

Charles looked back as he drove, you, pale and unconscious laid across his back seat with your head laying on Arthurs lap. He knew he had fucked up, Pierre was going to kill him for turning you - Especially since he had promised to keep you safe that night, but had ended up inadvertently ended up taking the rest of your life from you.

"Is she still asleep?" Charles' eyes flicked up to his rearview mirror, looking at Arthur, hoping that  you were unaware of the pain that transformation caused. Arthur looked down, noting the slow and steady rising and falling of your chest as you were out cold.

"Yes, she appears to be," Arthur confirmed, running his fingers through your hair. You and Arthur had grown up together, being the same age everyone had speculated it would be Arthur you would end up with, not Charles. You knew that Pierre would have preferred that, Charles was his best friend, he couldn't bear the thought of Charles breaking your heart and leaving him to put the pieces back together as he so often did when your boyfriends messed you around. "He is going to kill you, Charles." His brother looked away shamefully, but he knew for true that he loved you, and that was why he did this, because he loved you.

Parking in the garage of the apartment building, Charles picked you up from where you lay on Arthurs lap, stopping dead in his tracks when you whimpered, then groaning as you started to wake. Quickly, Charles scooped you up into his arms, swiftly making his way up to his apartment and laying you on the couch, trying to make you as comfortable as possible.

You were lucky to have slept through the pain, but you didn't know what had happened. The last thing that you remembered was being in the bathroom at the club with your boyfriend, knowing that Charles and Arthur had been watching you the entire time thinking that they were being slick - But you had known them your entire life, they stuck out to you like sore thumbs and you knew that Pierre had sent them to be your body guards. 

But right now, you knew that something was wrong. You didn't feel right, you didn't feel like you - Like something in you had changed, and you didn't know what yet, but you knew it happened. You knew by the way that Charles was looking at you that something had changed, and you could see the concern in his eyes as he studied your now red ones.

"Charles, what is going on?" Your throat was hoarse as you spoke, your voice coming out raspy and broken. You squinted at the harsh lights that you recognised as being in Charles apartment, and you shot up in a panic, with no recollection of how you got home and where your boyfriend was. "Where is (Name)? What's going on, why is Arthur here?" You started to feel alarmed as you would have normally felt your heart racing, but you were met with the dull and faint thudding of nothing in your chest.

Charles and Arthur sat at either side of you, unsure of how to break the news to you that;

1. Your boyfriend was laying, bloodied and dead, in an alleyway in central Monte Carlo

2. That Charles had turned you into a blood sucking demon

It was no easy task, especially since the brothers, Lorenzo included, had all promised that they would never turn or feed from another human due to the risk of anyone finding out - Coming up with excuses for a lack of aging was a task in of itself, never mind having to explain a sudden spot of blood around the mouth.

"Arthur. You tell me what is going on, please." You begged your best friend, Arthur was almost unsettled by the red colour that now replaced your normal eye colour, the paleness of your skin and the now ever pointedness of your canine teeth. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked behind you and at Charles, who could not begin to try and hide the guilt on his face.

How could he hide the enormous and all consuming guilt bubbling inside of him. He had stolen the rest of your life from you, confined you to a life of secrecy, a life of immortality, bonded to him for eternity - There would come a time where you would have to live without your brother, your best friend. How could he have done this to you?

Taking both of your hands in his own, Arthur tried his best to settle you with a smile, but could tell that nothing would settle you from the hard look on your face. You knew that you were now fundamentally different, that you knew a switch had been flicked and you needed someone to tell you what was going on with you - And you had a sneaking suspicion that these two had something to do with your newfound change.

"Y/N, I need you to understand that Charles did what he did to protect you. He was just doing what Pierre asked him to," Arthur started, trying to soften the very, very brutal blow that he was about to deliver to you. "(Name)...he was going to hurt you, and Pierre made us promise that we wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. Charles did what he had to, he had put something into your drink and you were begging him to stop and-"

"Arthur. Just fucking tell me what Charles did." You were short with Arthur, you just wanted a straight explanation at this point instead of being treated like you were made of glass by everyone in your life.

Arthur just didn't want to witness when your newly heightened emotions took over you and you would react one way or another - You'd either completely break down, or you would get violent. He hoped for the former and not the latter, not for his own sake, but for Charles'. It was no secret to anyone around you that the middle Leclerc brother was truly madly deeply in love with you, so Arthur wasn't sure how you would be with Charles after this.

"Charles...he...hurt, (Name), bad," Arthur studied your face for any semblance of a reaction, and his heart clenched as he saw tears fill your eyes - Despite how awfully he treated you, it was clear that you loved him, even if the feeling wasn't mutual. 

"Is he okay?" Your voice was thick with tears, your now red eyes bleary with tears as you silently begged your best friend for an answer. Arthur looked away from you shamefully, he should have told Charles to stop, told him just to spook him so he would leave you alone. "Arthur, please." Your bottom lip quivered as you realised that Arthur's silence answered your question.

"Y/N, Charles did what he did to protect you, (Name), he was going to hurt you," Arthur tried to justify it to you, but also perhaps himself - He wanted to make you feel better, to try and soften the blow about your boyfriend. 

Then it dawned on him.

You didn't know that you were now a vampire.

"Charles also...so..um...you know how Charles, Lorenzo and I joke about not tanning because we try and not go in the sun..so..we um..."

"Spit it out, Arthur." He could tell your patience was wearing thin, your tears no longer clouding your vision, your vibrant red eyes a clear sign of your anger and impatience. Arthur swallowed his fear, making eye contact with you for what felt like the first time ever.

But he supposed it was, this was a new you. The old you had died in the alleyway in Charles' arms as he drained the life from you.

Meanwhile, Charles paced around his bedroom, wondering how on earth he was going to explain to Pierre that he had killed your boyfriend in a fit of rage before he physically assaulted you, and turned you into a vampire, bonded to him for eternity. Your phone sat on his bedside table, charging just in case your brother called you.

Charles' thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing, an incoming call from your older brother almost causing his still heart to resume a beat after years of being still. Slowly, he made his way over to your phone, observing the photo you had for Pierre's contact, a picture of you and him at his first F1 race, where you had only been 16 at the time, but had always been his biggest fan. With shaking hands, Charles picked up your phone, sliding the answer button and raising it to his ear.

"Y/N?! Where the fuck are you?!" Pierre sounded panicked. Had they found your boyfriend's body, and seen your blood on the ground beside him. Charles couldn't find the words to answer Pierre, so just gulped. "Y/N answer me. Your boyfriend is dead, please let me know that you're okay."

"Pierre, you're going to kill me," Charles blurted out, ready to accept whatever Pierre did to him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stay strong in the face of your brother, but he had to be honest and upfront, especially for your sake. 

"There's something I haven't ever told you and I never told you because it was never meant to impact you, but now it does. So..We are all vampires. But I never wanted to hurt Y/N, her boyfriend had slipped something into her drink and before Arthur and I could do anything he had her outside down the alleyway, you told me to help her and so I did but I didn't mean to kill him. Y/N was panicking and I tried to calm her down  but she told me she loved me and..Pierre I turned her."

Charles felt like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders, but it then came collapsing back down on him, 100x heavier than before as the line remained silent, only shutting off as he heard a car door slam and then Pierre hanging up. He placed your phone back on his nightstand, murmuring curses under his breath, knowing how badly he had fucked up this time. His head flicked up upon hearing a thud from the living room, and then yelling.

"You bastard, why didn't you stop him?!" 

Oh. You were awake.

And you knew.

Charles ran out into the living room to see you sitting on Arthur's chest, hands around his neck as to choke him out. Running to his younger brother, Charles grabbed you under the arms and lifted you off of Arthur, watching as he scrambled back in shock.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you Charles!" You screamed, thrashing in the older man's arms to try and get him to let go of you. "I can't believe you did this to me! I fucking hate you!" Charles tried to ignore what you were saying, but he understood why you were saying - How could he not? He had only taken the rest of your human life from you. Then he remembered, that you were bonded to him and that he could have some sort of element of control over you - Not that he would ever use it to take advantage of you.

"Y/N. Calm down." Charles said assertively, feeling some relief when you stopped struggling against him. "There, just relax, okay?" Thinking he had gotten you calmed down, he put you down, until the door to his apartment swung open, revealing your older brother in the doorway.

"Where is he?!"

To be continued....

[daryl-fucking-dixon]

Vamp!Daryl moodboard because oh my god I cannot get enough of him

I’m writing something for him on my main blog, but I also wanna write something else and I also don’t wanna delete what I’m already writing (because Im punishing myself)

I did in fact end up going into detail 🌞(ifykyk)

SOMNOPHILA AND BLOODKINK WARING SOMNOPHILA AND BLOODKINK WARING SOMNOPHILA AND BLOODKINK WARING

There was no place comfier and warmer than cuddled up right in your arms, nuzzled safely against your chest where Daryl’s 30/20 hearing could peacefully listen to the clear beat of your heart. It lulled him into a deep sleep almost every night, belly full and his hunger satisfied.

But a vampire could never be too full, and Daryl Dixon never sleeps without his senses guarding at all times, so the way he jerked slightly at the first hints of blood flooding into his nostrils was inevitable.

You barely stirred, which made it easy for Daryl to slip out of the cage that was your limp arms and quietly inspect your body.

He softly and gently lifted your shirt, helping himself to an eyeful of pretty tits once he determined your torso was unscathed, placing the fabric back down over you. His eyes fluttered down to your panties, brain loading for a moment before he dipped his head down, not even having to inhale before he was hit in the face with the overwhelming smell of blood.

This absolutely horrified him. Why were you bleeding, and why were you bleeding from your cunt? His cold little heart throbbed painfully, and he wasted no time pulling off your undies, shivering at the ruined fabric. It was bad, so bad. You had somehow hurt yourself in a sensitive area and needed obvious help, but first Daryl just had to take a deep whiff of your bloody panties, biting back a guttural moan when the pure smell made him dizzy, eyes almost rolling to the back of his skull as it traveled through his veins and damn-near made him cum. Not even the most expensive cocaine could get him that high.

His mouth was watering from just that alone, trying not to wake you as he quietly gasped for air, having literally suffocated himself in your underwear. He redirected his gaze to you and felt disgusting when he could feel his cock twitch at the sight of your bloody pussy.

No. He needed to help you. You were hurt and he needed to fix it, furrowing his brows as he built up his saliva in his mouth, hoping that if he coated you in enough of it, it would heal you much quicker.

When it was pooled on his tongue, he dropped down to be face to face with your cunt and forcibly swallowed the groan that formed in his throat from the smell wafting into his nose. All five of his senses were sky-high, and your skin almost felt like butter on his fingertips as he spread your bloody lips apart, running his slick tongue from top to bottom.

Your body trembled at the cold sensation, and soft sounds spilling from your lips as you reacted to his touch in your sleep. It made Daryl feel a little guilty, but it would make him feel guiltier if he just left you like this.

There was just blood all over you, and Daryl worked his tongue fervently to clean it all up. He tried not to enjoy it too much, running the wet muscle up the crease where your thigh met your labia, stopping to suck on your clit a little, cleaning off any blood with the tip of his tongue.

He was purposely trying to produce more saliva with every lick, ensuring that wherever your wound is, it’ll be completely coated in his healing spit. He wrapped his arms around your thighs so that he could pull your lower half flush against his face, slipping his tongue into your hole and swirling it around when he could taste the blood pooling inside, this time not being able to fight back his grunt at the taste. Oddly enough, it tasted so much better coming from your pretty pussy.

“Gonna make sure ya feel better doll, gotta make sure m’gorgeous girl is alright” He mumbled out loud but more so to himself, practically nose-deep as he protectively squeezed you impossibly closely, starting to get a little tipsy from all the blood he had already consumed.

You stirred slightly, grunting and wiggling your legs a little as you could feel the sturdy muscle of Daryl’s arms around them, shortly followed by the warm sensation of his muttering and licking between your pussy lips “Mm… Dar?”

He didn’t respond, nor did he move from his position, too far gone and deep between your legs.

“Daryl.” You forced your tired voice to call a little louder, coming out as more of a moan than anything else.

This time the movements of his tongue halted as his ears and head perked up, a very unexpected sight greeting you.

His red eyes were wide as they stared at you, beard stained blood red from where it dribbled down from around his equally stained lips, smeared across the tip of his nose and most likely painting his pink tongue a matching color.

It made you throb slightly, clenching as you softly stared at him. “What’re you doing?”

“Ya started bleedin'– Still don’ know-how, but ya did, ‘nd ‘wanted ta make sure ya’ weren’t hurtin’” He shook his head as he rambled, and you raised a brow at him.

“Bleeding?” You glanced at his position between your legs, and then back to his face, easily connecting the dots with a small ‘oh’ sound. “Oh Daryl, I’m not injured, sweetheart”

He gawked, flickering from your face to your cunt. “Ye-Yer not?”

A giggle rumbled in your chest at his poor ignorance, “No silly! I’m just on my period. It’s just my body getting rid of old blood. I didn’t even know you could eat that” reaching a hand down to cup his sweet messy face, the confused look on his face adorably tugging your heartstrings. Or maybe that’s just your hormones.

“Tasted good ta’ me… old?” Daryl mumbled, brain lagging behind to catch up with the new information that he was receiving.

You nodded, blushing a little at his words. “Old blood, bacteria, all that… how long have you been eating?”

“Not long, think it jus’ started or somethin’” He eyed your pussy, licking his lips. “Can I– Can I keep goin’?”

“Kinda gross don’t you think?” You cringe slightly at the idea of eating period blood, goosebumps dotting your skin.

Daryl scoffed at you, arms pulling you close to his face again as he had full intentions of leaving his plate absolutely clean. “Gross ain’t even in ma’ damn vocabulary”

I need him SO FUCKING BADLYYYABUAINA literally all my problems in life would be completely solved if I had vamp!daryl waking me up with his tongue just because he thought me starting my period was me somehow getting an injury

VAMPIRE DARYL IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE AND I HAVE DECIDED I NOT ONLY WANNA DIE ON THIS HILL BUT I WANNA BE FUCKING BURIED IN IT. SEVEN GODDAMN FEET UNDER.

no I do not care if you dont like this or if it made you uncomfortable have you ever tried reading the warnings or do your eyes only work when you dont fucking want them too

[slxtarchive]

ETERNAL PROMISE ✦ SAM GOLBACH

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. throughout your life sam was always your number one. he was there for you through thick and thin. regardless of all the troubles in your life, sam was always the one thing that was good and constant… but you couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was hiding something beyond your imagination.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes! you can find it here <-

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. SMUT ! best friends to lovers, vamp!sam, dom!sam, a smidge of dom!reader, blood sucking/feeding !? [ not sure what to call this ], choking, pnv sex.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i loved writing this bc lowkey fell in love w the thought of being a vampire years ago.. but im a little rusty on writing smut. anyway, found the divider design on picsart and just duplicated them it’s super easyyy i love it

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.7k +

you’d thought about it for a while now. he never takes that ring off. whenever he goes out to eat he hardly eats his plate… no eye bags visible whatsoever — and no he doesn’t have a skincare routine. you’ve been to his house before and his bed is always perfectly made. no wrinkles, no folds, like it’s never been slept in.

that is what’s making you think that he’s a vampire. your best friend sam is a vampire.

you paced around your room trying to think of the best way to bring it up to him. ‘hey so i noticed you literally have no eye bags um… so are you a vampire?’ mm too forward. ‘hey so how come you never take that ring off? let me guess you’d burn without it?’ insert nervous laughter … mm no.

as the day went on you decided to just go out and say it. tell him what you think — tell him what you know. so you grabbed your keys and shoes, slipping them on before heading toward his house. when you got there no lights were on. you still took the courage you were gripping onto and knocked on the door.

it was eerily quiet as you waited for him. then finally he opened the door. “hey yn, what are you doing here?” he’s not in pajamas. he’s in full-on casual clothes as if he were about to go out for the day. his hair was messy but in a good way and of course, his skin was flawless.

just say it yn. say it.

you walked into his house before stopping and looking up at him. his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. you took a deep breath before speaking, “are you… are you a vampire?” when you said it aloud you realized how ridiculous it sounded. sam wasn’t a vampire… he wasn’t.

“yes.” he said quietly. you were dumbfounded.

you looked up as shocked as ever. “wait what?”

he said nothing else before grabbing you by your hand and leading you toward his bedroom so you both could sit down. “yn… you’re my best friend and you deserve the truth. i trust you with my life…” he spoke up quietly laughing at the irony of his words. “i am a vampire.”

“what the fuck?” you said in disbelief. i mean sure, you did kind of believe it but at the same time … what the fuck?

sam rubbed his face stressing. “look, the reason i kept this from you for so long is because even though it may seem … not scary — it’s dangerous. the vampire world isn’t shit to joke with.”

you surveyed his face as he talked about his life as a vampire. how dangerous it was? you didn’t want to lie … you found him extremely attractive.

you would be lying if you said you hadn’t been in love with sam for a while now. how could you not be? he was sweet, kinda selfless, and charming. a full package deal… but now, you’d felt an even more attraction toward him.

your eyes moved from his eyes to his lips, to down his body, the way his muscles peeked through his black t-shirt. down his arms and to his ring. “the ring is for something right?” you spoke up quietly.

he looked down at his ring. “oh yeah, it's um … to help me not like shine n crack in the sunlight.” he spoke so softly as if he felt a little embarrassed.

you felt confused. “shining?”

he nodded. “yeah.. at first i like glimmer and then my skin starts to crack.”

curiously you stared at his ring once more before speaking. “can i see?”

his gaze on you never faltered, being a sucker for your soft silky voice and the cuteness of your curiosity. “sure.” he gave in. he removed his ring before slowly moving his hand to be under the ray of sunlight that shined through the window in his room.

at first, his hand started to glisten. it was like diamonds. you brought your hand slowly to trace over the shining particles that you were seeing. it was beautiful. “you’re … beautiful.” you said mesmerized — until his skin started to simmer. then the first crack started appearing. your hand quickly retracted, surprised to see how the cracks appeared in seconds.

sam hissed before slowly pulling his hand away from the sunlight. as soon as he did, the cracks had closed mimicking the sound of stone crackling together. “and that’s what happens when i’m in it for too long.” he said silently, his eyes visibly darkening in a way you’d never seen before. “s’not the prettiest right?”

you looked up, away from his hand. you noticed the sad look in his eyes. you grabbed his face with both hands making him look at you. “you’re beautiful sam… regardless.”

sam couldn’t help but admire the look in your eye. the way your eyebrows furrowed. the flush in your cheeks. the way your lips were the perfect shade. the life in your skin. he didn’t know what possessed him but he stared leaning closer unaware of his actions.

you felt the tension ride between the both of you as he got closer and closer to you. your eyes flitted between his eyes and his mouth before leaning forward and connecting your lips.

sam let loose and immediately made his way over you settling in between your legs. you let out a gasp as his hand gripped your waist. his hold on you was firm. extremely firm.

his lips pushed onto yours as if it was the last thing he was doing. he forced your mouth open slipping his tongue inside enticing a deep groan from you. he released his hold on you just enough for you to flip over smoothly and be on top of him.

the way he looked was magical. his veins were popping out of his neck. his hair was tousled in the best way possible. god... you wanted him, no, needed him.. so badly. “need you so badly sam.” you pleaded starting to grind yourself onto him.

his eyes were cloudy but conflicted. “can’t. m’sorry. don’t wanna hurt you.” he whined.

you pouted slightly leaning down and starting to kiss up his neck. his skin was cold under your lips. you peppered those kisses from the side of his neck to the base. you then brought your lips back up to him grinding and kissing.

sam was gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white desperately trying to hold himself back. he couldn’t help but bring his lips to your ear and then onto your neck to return the favor. you let out a shaky breath as you spoke. “feed on me.” you groaned, still rolling your hips onto his.

sam stopped in his tracks. “yn no, it’s… it’s too dangerous.” he said letting out a small whimper at the thought.

you rolled your hips again. “sam please …” you threw your head back at the stimulation you brought yourself.

sam thought about it. could he control himself? he didn’t trust himself at all to stop. he could turn you. even worse — he could kill you.

“yn, i don’t know if i can control myself.” his hands were gripping your hips. you thought to yourself, what’s the worst thing that could happen. you die? you turn? it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you turned. like at all.

you bit your cheek as you voiced your thoughts. “turn me, sam.” you let out a deep breath. “i want to be like you.”

that’s when sam fully shook his head. “hell no. nope. not gonna happen.” he said sitting up with you still straddling his lap.

you nodded your head refusing to let him get up. he only let you hold himself down. he could’ve easily gotten up but he didn’t want to. “yes! turn me sam. i… i want to be with you forever.” you begged.

sam looked conflicted as your words fully settled in his brain. “be with me forever…?” he questioned, his stone heart swelling at the thought. sam never admitted it but he had always been a tiny bit in love with you. he stopped his feelings from ever being full-blown because of your differences but now that you were mentioning what he thought was impossible, he had… hope?

hope was never something sam had when it came to his lifestyle. he felt cursed when it happened a few years ago. now, he couldn’t help but feel it was meant to be if he could spend his entire being with you and only you.

you were staring at him. looking at how he contemplated your words. you stopped the movement of your hips to say one more thing you’ve been dying to say since you realized your true feelings. “please sam, i love you.”

those three words. sam had always longed to hear those three words but he didn’t realize how bad until they came out of your mouth.

i love you.

sam gained his composure taking a deep breath. his hands smooth up your thighs. “you can never go back.” he reminded you. “please, i don’t want you to regret this.”

you smiled lightly, “i won’t ever regret it as long as i’m with you.”

he let out a shaky breath before speaking again. “you’re sure?”

you nodded again. “i’ve been sure since i’ve started suspecting you. i want this. i want you.” your hands were on his chest slowly trailing your fingers down.

he took a breath in his nose and out his mouth as he surveyed you. god, were you beautiful. ethereal even. he felt so lucky that you chose to live this kind of life with him. the thing about vampires is yes, they’re capable of love but when you put that, passion, and need together… you’re bound to see a mess.

sam couldn’t control himself any longer. like lighting he picked you up and swiftly moved you over to lay on your back. he stood above you like a hunter looking at its prey. that’s when you saw it. the sight of his fangs peaking out through his lips.

you felt yourself getting hotter — needier.

he was quick to move his hands to your waist pulling off your pants to reveal your underwear. he crawled over you quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and lifting it up to reveal your stomach and chest. he peppered kisses all the way until he was able to fully remove it.

now that you were finally revealed in front of his eyes he was begging to have you to himself. “you sure right? don’t want you to regret this.” his chest moved up and down as his breathing was slow and heavy.

you let out a tiny whimper. “yes.” your word. so small and innocent. not knowing what sam would do once you’d turned.

he licked his bottom lip nodding and giving you an ‘okay’ before leaning down and starting to kiss up your body until he reached your neck. he took a deep breath smelling the sweet essence of your blood. “god… you smell so addicting.” he sucker lightly but not breaking skin just yet. he wanted to see his mark on you before he started to sink himself onto you.

your mouth opened as you let out a moan. the anticipation having you on a figurative edge. your hands made their way toward his back pulling on his shirt. he followed your hand taking his shirt off to reveal his naked toward. your nails dragged up the hard surface preparing for the sharp pain you’d soon endure.

he kicked over his mark before speaking. “just a little taste before you’re mine forever, yeah?” he grinned.

your heart was racing so fast to the point you swore it would stop. while waiting you took in the environment of the room not wanting to forget this moment. finally, he sunk his fangs into you knocking the breath out of you. “oh fuck.” you winced, feeling the blood surge from out of your neck but there was no pain… all you felt was something flowing through your body.

sam groaned at his actions as you felt your whole body ache for a few seconds before it turned into something even more. it was like cold liquid was making its way through your veins. each part it passed was like your senses in that area heightened.

it went from your legs to your stomach then your brain. as soon as you felt that cold sensation make its way above your eyes adjusted to everything. it was like you were seeing in HD. everything… everything was so real. the smell of the environment. you could smell the wood from the oak furniture sam had. you felt the silky blanket beneath you even more than you already had.

most importantly, you felt sam’s presence above you. he was staring at who you had become. he smiled looking you up and down slowly trying to memorize every part of you.

you spoke up. “am i…?” you were sure you were but you needed to hear the confirmation.

he nodded letting out a breath of disbelief. “yeah.” he laughed softly.

the sound of his voice. it was the most beautiful thing in the universe.

you giggled feeling the urge to kiss him. you stood up faster than usual accidentally shoving him against the wall. “woah.” you laughed nervously.

“you’re stronger than me for now.” he shrugged.

you took the weight of his words in and smiled. you crashed your lips into his groaning into his mouth. he returned the passion carrying you to the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist once again before being set down on the bed.

he ripped you’re underwear off as well as your bra before taking his pants and boxers off as well. “gonna make you mine all the time now. you belong to me, understood?” he pumped himself a few times.

you nodded looking up at him in anticipation. “yes. all yours.” you agreed with a pleading tone. “make me yours right now. please, need it so bad.” you were dripping at how rough he was and how it didn’t seem to have a physical effect on you at all.

he chuckles. “gonna have you screaming my fucking name.” he grunted before lining himself up and pushing in deep inside you.

you let out a gasp at the impact as he hit that sweet spot already. he didn’t waste any time picking up his pace and slamming into you again and again. the whole bed shook with the force of his thrusts. you tried to grab onto anything you could but the only thing available was the duvet that covered the bed.

the veins in sam’s neck popped out so prominent as pleasure coursed through him. to keep you stable enough he ended up wrapping a hand around your throat knowing you could take what he gave you.

he saw the face of pleasure that you wore with a smug grin. “how good does it feel yn? how good. tell me. scream it to me.”

your pale race showed a bit of color as you screamed. “god — so good sam. so good don’t stop.”

he wanted to say he didn’t plan on it but somehow some way he was closer to his orgasm than he thought he’d be. “fuck — c'mon baby. cmon.” in and out. in and out.

you pressed your lips together as you felt that familiar rubber band in your stomach get closer to snapping. “sam — gonna cum.” your head was thrown back and you gritted your teeth at the sensation.

your legs shook by the second and before you knew it that wave of pleasure crashed into you so hard you felt you were floating.

sam sensed you hit the edge and not long after he hit it with you. his thrusts stuttered and his stomach tightened as he coated your walls.

you both came down from your high feeling like you were in heaven, ironically. you worse a lazy smile as sam collapsed on top of you. a few minutes passed by and you decided to speak up. “i’m serious, i love you sam.” deciding to show vulnerability. “for eternity.”

in response sam lifted his head up and connected your lips with a smile. . “i love you for eternity.”

© slxtarchive

[theemporium]

omg omg vampire!sirius im-

ya know how people write remus as absolutely feral around the full moon? now make it 10x worse cause if you’re ever bleeding and siri can smell it he’s absolutely all over you

he can also hear your heartbeat all the time and you know he loses it when it starts racing

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“Oh shit.”

His shoulders tensed as the sweet, pungent smell of your blood completely overwhelmed him. He kept his gaze on the window ahead of him, trying to take breaths like he wasn’t a tick away from losing his goddamn mind.

And then he made the mistake of looking at your reflection in the window, and any hold on his sanity crumbled in seconds. 

He watched the way you stepped away from the counter, away from the stepping board. He watched the way you frowned down at the blood staining the knife, as if your hand wasn’t still bleeding all down your palm right now. He watched a few drops fall to the floor. He watched the way you reached for the tea towel with another curse, trying to put pressure on the wound.

And then he watched your gaze meet his in the reflection of the window. 

And he heard your heart skip a beat or two. 

And Sirius knew, deep in his bones and the cells of his being, he couldn’t fucking hold back anymore. 

It took less than a second before he crowded you against the fridge, his forehead pressed against yours. You could see the dark veins glimmering under the skin beneath his eyes, watched the way his eyes darkened and the length of his fangs peek from behind his lip. You watched the way he inhaled deeply, savouring the scent of your blood that filled the kitchen.

“Sirius—” You started, only to let out a gasp when you felt his cold fingers wrap around your wrist.

“Fuck, love,” he groaned, his voice gruff and low and it sent shivers down your spine. He pulled the tea towel out of your grasp, letting it drop to the floor as he brought it up to his mouth.

Your stomach dipped as his dark eyes stayed locked on your expression, as he wrapped his lips around your fingers and sucked. A low noise of pleasure sounded from the back of his throat as his eyes fluttered shut, his tongue licking every drop of blood that covered your fingers. 

“Sirius,” you breathed out, your voice heavy with emotion but you weren’t sure which one. This should have scared you, he should have scared you. But there was not an ounce of fear in you as you watched him in his most primal state, as you watched him drink every drop of blood from your hand. 

You felt exhilarated and excited and intoxicated by the sight of him. You felt like every cell in your body was being pulled towards him, wanted to see every side of him that he would show. You felt like you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. 

“You taste like a fucking treat,” he muttered as he slowly pulled your fingers out of his mouth, the corners of his lips stained red with your blood but the sight only thrilled your further. “So fucking good.” 

You paused for a moment, listening to the blood roar in your ears as you contemplated your offer for a solid two seconds before you tilted your head back. You watched his eyes drop to your exposed neck and you knew you made the right choice as the veins shimmered under his eyes again.

“You can have more,” you whispered, your heart thundering in your chest but that only seemed to encourage him.

“Love—”

“Do it, Sirius.”

He looked at your expression, the lack of hesitation in your gaze as you continued to leave your neck open for him, as your eyes dared him to do it. 

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he eventually gritted out.

“I trust you.” 

“Baby…”

“You won’t hurt me, Sirius. I know you.”

His eyes lingered on the pulsing vein in your neck.

“Do it.”

So he did.

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[jermer10]

OMG VAMPIRE READER X SUPPORT TEAM 🤭🙏🙏🙏🙏

TF2 support team with a vampire reader

gn reader | I LOVE VAMPIRES <3

includes: medic, sniper, spy

drabbles under the cut :P

Medic: - vampire hunter x vampire - medic comes from a long line of vampire hunters. what he should feel when he sees you is the seething hate of your kind being allowed to roam free under the guise of being any normal person - what he actually feels is a vile fascination towards you, something on the borders of love and science - he studies you, stalks you, charts your every move, feeding habits, who you turn, which surprisingly is no one - this comes as genuine shock to medic, knowing only that vampires seek to turn as many as they can as to kill humans off - yet you are different, you feed as much as you need, enough to make someone anemic, sure, but never to kill. never to turn. - he begins to think of you as his ultimate trophy, a gift sent by god to test him and his loyalty, to be his bride - you must had been saving yourself for someone, someone special, someone like him - and so medic made up his mind that he must have you for himself - little does he know you've had a keen eye on him as well

Sniper: - immune x vampire - you took interest in him first, looking for a feed and on the brink of starvation you come across his lone campervan and give the fly screen door a gentle and unassuming knock - when he opens you're greeted by a shotgun to the face and a man looking, for lack of a better word, absolutely pissed - "who the fuck are you?" the question was short and sweet, clearly he wasn't susceptible to being charmed - you came up with some made up story, whatever it took to get inside that camper so that you could eat - with a cautious look and a loosening of the grip on his gun, he moved aside and with a grunt of acknowledgement, he let you in - you tried to wait until he fell asleep but the man was intent on remaining wide awake, observing your every move, you were starving, your body eating away at itself every passing moment - eventually it became too much, you lunged at him, sinking your teeth into the exposed crook of his neck, attempting to draw something, anything - but there was nothing there, as if some sponge like material blocked your access to his arteries - "im immune to you cunts" he huffs before you're knocked out cold

Spy: - vampire x vampire - spy doesn't turn many people, so when he does it's an act of possession. when he decided to turn you though, it was different - he had planned to eat you from the moment he saw you, plump, ripe, and ready for picking, until you actually spoke to him - your voice drew him in, the concerned gasp that escaped your throat upon noticing how pale and gaunt he looked - the way your soft hand felt against his cool skin as you pulled him inside your apartment - the smell of your bedroom as he forced down the dinner you cooked for him, savouring the bottle of red wine you had so generously provided - he couldn't stop coming back to you, once a week he would come by, relishing in your presence, the thought of sucking your body dry only occurred to him in the ways mortal men ravage their women - and so one night he tells you everything, about how he was going to eat you, about the vampirism, about the genuine love and passion he had grown to hold for you - he extended an offer to you for you to become a vampire - and thankfully you accepted

[stardustloserdoll]

Hihi!!! All I can think about is Johnnie being a vampire 🙀 n I was hoping you could write something for that??

HII!! YESS

vamp johnnie

"i can feel you staring at my neck johnnie." i laughed looking up from my phone. "sorry, i'm just really hungry still. if only someone let me suck their blood.." he sighed dramatically lifting his head from my chest. "hm, i wonder who." he whined sitting up looking at me.

"im messing with you, you know i dont mind." i smiled setting my phone down. "are you sure?" i nodded my head, sitting on his lap. "not the first time you've done it." i said placing my hands on his cold cheeks. "okay." he mumbled, running his lips down my neck. "ready?" i nodded my head, placing my hands on his shoulders pulling him closer. his cold hands gripped my hips, feeling his fangs sink into my neck, feeling the blood drain from me.

i winced holding his shoulders tightly as she continued sucking the blood, making me slowly lightheaded. i closed my eyes feeling my body getting limp "stay with me y/n." johnnie mumbled against my neck, connecting his lips again. after some time he finally pulled away, wiping the blood away with his thumb. "sorry that took long, your blood tasted good. you with me y/n?" he laughed holding onto my cheeks. "mmh..its okay." i mumbled feeling johnnie run his fingers through my hair.

[ya-killin-me-smalls]

drop any madcom shipping thoughts you've been having. any ship. any way. multiple ships if you want. im giving you permission to ramble

oh man that's way too much power for one me

below the cut

2bmos

gotta start with my reason for breathing. Doc and Deimos have such a fun, interesting dynamic to me. I kind of wish I'd started Tear in My Heart a little further back in time instead of where I did because Doc really did consider Deimos his friend before things got complicated, and that's something I'd wanna explore eventually. the late night talks out on the balcony, the business trips Deimos would tag along on both as protection and just as company, every doctors appointment that Doc attended with Deimos to make him feel more comfortable because he knew these things stressed him out. the yearning. it wasn't love at first sight for Doc but when he did finally fall it was hard. sure, always found Deimos physically appealing, but it was the loyalty, the devotion, the resilience, the ferocity; it was watching Deimos laugh to the point of tears over something ridiculous and seeing him genuinely smile for what might've been the first time in his life. he loves Deimos as a friend, a partner, a favorite weapon, a head trophy, and a priceless possession

on Deimos's end, it's more complicated. difficult for him to put into words. Doc is master, first and foremost, regardless of the nature of their relationship. not to say that Deimos doesn't have his own opinions or blindly follows orders. he follows orders with eyes wide open knowing damn well whether it's morally correct or not, and he does it because Doc is his entire world from the moment he leaves the Agency. everyone else is either afraid of him, wants to fix him, or wants him dead, but not Doc. Doc trusts him as he is and welcomes him with open arms even when he's angry and hurting. it takes Deimos a long time to sort out his own feelings, at first only viewing Doc as another leader to follow, this one much kinder than the last. a source of comfort when he feels like he's going to break. a distraction from the rest of the world. a scapegoat for every evil he commits, because at the end of the day he's just following orders. he wants to think that Doc could love him but considers it just a fantasy until he sees Doc hurting in his absence. when it's Doc's turn to drop to his knees and weep at the sight of him, clinging to him in any way he can and telling him outright that he loves him

and all of this could've been made way easier if they weren't stupid and Doc went "hey, I like you like you and want to be more than friends" or if Deimos grew a spine and said "tell me what we are or I'm done here." but they don't do that because they suck

hankford

specifically gonna blab about my vampire/vampire hunter au because I've been meaning to do that. total canon overhaul where Sanford is a vampire hunter that's been following a trail of grisly murders for months now, tracking something more intelligent and ellusive than he ever has before. entire families slaughtered, throats torn out, bodies left completely unrecognizable

which leads to Hank, skipping from small town to small town out west where these things can be blamed on wild animal attacks, never sticking around long because they know they're being followed. they could kill Sanford pretty easily but know better than to attract the attention of other hunters, and somehow their kills getting more and more gruesome isn't shaking him off their tail. gonna save myself a little time and put screenshots from discord rambling

I swear I'm gonna write it at some point

but yeah throughout this whole ordeal Sanford is convinced he's under some sort of mind control/poison that's making him feel like this because there's just No Way he's hot and bothered for a vampire. but he is and Hank knows it

[sugarushwriting]

being besties with lee minho (lee know) and park sunghoon.

nsfw under the cut

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quick not proof read drabble because these two men give me the same vibes:

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

lee know was your hometown best friend. you grew up together, had your firsts together, and when you both went separate routes for college, you both never forgotten one another.

in college you met park sunghoon. popular, quiet guy on campus. friends with jake sim who you had a few classes with and became close friends with.

soon you became close friends with sunghoon too.

close enough friends that you’ve seen each other naked.

sunghoon loved to put his vampire fangs to use. more times than none, you’ve had to buy extra concealer to hide the hickies he would leave on your skin. your neck, chest, thighs, anywhere he could get his mouth on.

he also loved to bite your pussy and clit while he ate you out.

always giving a satisfied hum when you squealed in surprise because you never knew when it would happen.

sunghoon also constantly left you worn out with his stamina. you could go for 2 or 3 rounds, as he could double that, go for hours, all while edging you and himself.

“sunghoon i’m visiting family tomorrow.” you moaned out as he sucked your skin.

“hiding me from anyone?” he teased.

you knew lee know would be upset to see you marked up from another guy. “no, but i don’t want my mom—hey!”

he distracted you by giving no warning when his thick cock entered you.

“then i need to let your family know how good i take care of their daughter.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

you’ve been home for 10 minutes, and lee know is aware something isn’t right. you were wearing caked up concealer on your neck, and although it was feeling a bit warm out, you had on jean pants and a t-shirt.

he knew you lived in short skirts and cropped tops.

unless you were hiding something or having a comfy day at home.

like hickies or being on your period.

he knew it wasn’t your period because you weren’t doubling over in pain from cramping.

it had to be hickies because he loved to leave them on you and have you fuss at him later about it.

later that night, freshly showered you squealed seeing lee know sat comfortably on your bed.

your towel hid your body, the marks on them, but not the marks on your neck.

“wait, lee know—,”

you couldn’t even finish the sentence as he stalked towards you like he was hunting his prey and threw you on your bed, quickly unwrapping the towel, and slid down his pants and boxers.

his eyes never leaving yours. and his eyes screamed danger. something your pussy fluttered at.

he spat once on your pussy, and in no time, no warning, his length entered you his hand to your mouth to quiet you.

fuck he was angry.

you two weren’t exclusive, and neither were you or sunghoon. but both men were possessive.

possessive over you.

he looked disgusted at the marks left by another guy. “tsk kitten, looks like i need to remind you who you belong to.”

lee know gave no mercy with his thrusts, his poundings, your pussy getting wet every second, with every thrust. your wetness was dripping onto the towel beneath you and sure getting on lee know’s thighs.

“so wet for me.” lee know’s finger went to circle your clit and your orgasm came in no time.

with a loud moan suppressed by lee know’s tongue down your throat, you almost started crying because of how good he felt.

he didn’t come yet. you knew this was no where near over. you knew you would come intensely more than 3 times minimum, with some squirting here and there.

“kitten when im done with you, you’ll regret coming home to me being marked up by some other guy. you’ll be reminded who’s cock you go dumb for.”

shit, it was gonna be a long night. lee know had stamina as well, even just a tad more than sunghoon. and lee know was alot more willing to punish you and deprive you of orgasms.

“i’m sorry,” you sighed softly

“you’re not sorry yet. but you will be, kitten.”

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

[plasmazkiss]

“I need you in my veins”

── .✦ You offer vampire! Choso your blood, he’s a little hesitant, but gives in after a little teasing.

── .✦ CW: Mentions of blood, sub-top! Choso, dry humping, finger sucking, power-bottom! Reader, Gn! Reader, masturbation, nipple play, nipple piercings

── .✦ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: hi I randomly thought of this while talking to my friend (@pinkpsyche) and now here I am lol ENJOY (sorry if this is so long AND FOR ANY MISTAKES IM SO TIRED 💔)

Choso grips the bathroom sink, looking at the shiny porcelain with shaky vision. He gulps, looking up at the mirror as he stares deep into his own pupils, the normal chocolate brown eyes he had have now turned into a deep wine.

Knock knock. He quickly turns to the door, sweating a bit. “Y-yeah?” Choso speaks through the door. “Cho? You okay, you’ve been in there for a while?” You, his partner, speak in a concerted tone. “…I’m fine, just… tired.” Choso looks back into the mirror, pulling his lip up to stare at his teeth, sharp canines replace his normal flat teeth.

You hum, walking back to your bedroom with a slight solemn look in your eyes. You’ve always knew Choso was… not human, but the way he’s scared to hurt you during his feeding seasons makes your heart clench.

Choso finally comes back to the room, his cheeks a little rosy from being flustered. “Come here, Cho.” You pat the spot on your legs, motioning him to lay his head down. He walks towards you, his hair finally being let down from the little buns he always has, and lays his head down.

“It’s your feeding season, right?” Choso doesn't respond to your remark, glancing up at you with puppy dog-like eyes. “Cho… you know you can just feed off of me? I don’t mind at all, really.”

Choso sits up quickly, looking at you with wide eyes as he grips your hands in his. “Are you sure…? I don’t want to hurt you…” He looks down, a sad look in his eyes. “Choso. I said it’s fine, if you hurt me then oh well.” You put a hand over his cold cheek, gently massaging it. “Just lay back down, you can feed from any part of me.” Choso leans into you, his head on your shoulder.

“Go ahead, don’t be shy, Cho.” You smile sweetly at him, you can feel his breath on your neck as he pants. Choso finally gives in, licking your flesh with his tongue to numb the spot on your neck. You lift up his white tank top, with him getting red in the face, a smooth chiseled body hidden underneath, his perfect muscular chest down to his little happy trail. The shiny silver buds practically sparkle between his nipples, he’s gotten his nipples pierced, which had made the pretty pink rosebuds more sensitive. “Oh Cho… your chest is so pretty and pink…” You smile, grabbing one of his pecs in your hand and massaging it, squishing his nipples softly. “A-ah! Wait… they’re sensitive…” Choso sits up, his wine colored eyes gazing into your (e/c) ones.

“Cho, just drink my blood, you need it, I can see the sweat dripping from your face, love.” He looks at your neck, leaning back into the spot in his arms that he was originally in. Choso inhaled your sweet scent, his mouth practically watering. Choso opens his mouth, his sharp canines visible in your side view. He hesitates for a bit, before sinking his teeth into your flesh.

You wince at the pain, but then feel all warm and fuzzy, more like aroused. Choso’s eyes widen a bit, the sweet flavor covering his taste buds, the heavenly flavor making him feel tight in his pants, great, he’s hard. You feel your face heating up, your body getting warm as he drinks from you.

His arm snakes down his body, hand stopping at the base of his sweatpants, and he places his hand over his growing tent. “Need… help…” He whines into your neck, lapping at the blood that’s coming out of your neck. Giving him a small giggle, you help him pull his pants down to his thighs to help him with his problem.

You pull down his boxers, his thick cock springs out, the head dripping with pre-cum. His cheeks turn into a pretty shade of pink, he whimpers, throwing his head back and covering his mouth with his hand to muffle his growing moans of pleasure. You give him a little smile, feeling the veins pulsate around your now moving hand.

He bites down on your neck again, trying to muffle his whiny moans. “Aw, Cho… you look so cute right now…” Picking up the stroking, then slowing down just to edge him. “Please… Oh fuck please, (Name)! Stop teasing, I�� I need to cum!” He begs, tears welling up in his eyes as he tries to grab your hand, but you gently slap it away.

“Sorry, Cho, no can do. It’s cute seeing you beg.” You chuckle, noticing the crimson liquid dripping from his teeth into his white tank top, he squirms in your lap, whining and whimpering.

You continue stroking his cock, using your other hand to play with the silver piercings on his now darker pink nipples, pinching and squeezing them. Choso’s eyes widen, opening his mouth to let out a moan, but no sound came out, he's way too sensitive.

“Alright, Cho. I’ll let you cum.” You pick up the pace, stroking his thick cock even faster, playing with his pink rosebuds. “Oh… fuck ,fuck , fuck!” Choso cries out, his tip spilling out his thick cum, coating your fingers. He finally stops, breathing heavily as the bite marks on your neck still drip blood, his shirt now soaked in sweat and blood.

“See, do you feel better now…?” A little groggy, but you manage to speak. Choso nods, sitting upright to help clean you up. “I’ll… get you cleaned up and wrap up your shoulder.” He sets you down slowly, walking towards the bathroom to get some bandages and ointment cream.

Choso helps you change clothes, since your old ones were a little drenched in blood. After patching you up, he lays down beside you and pulls you in for a little cuddling. “…Thank you… for letting me feed.” He softly says, resting his chin on your head, sniffing your scent. “Anytime, Cho…” The feeling of your eyes becoming heavy takes over, letting your eyes shut as you drift off to sleep.

Choso kisses your head, listening to your heart beat and quiet breathing.

Maybe feeding isn’t as bad as he thought.

[hiro--aoki]

Carlden Head Canons !!!

TW: I'm gonna fluff you to death, slight angst in one

A/N: I HAVENT WRITTEN IS SO LONG IM SORRY CHAT

Carl gives Kayden his hat when it’s raining

Carl can NOT be having his precious bride (read I Do) getting wet

Not that neither of them have anything against rain, he just loves running his hands through her hair, and can’t do that when it’s wet

Besides, he loves seeing her in his hat, it suits her

On certain people’s death anniversaries (no spoilers chat), Carlden makes flower crowns in memories

They use different flowers for different people, and they made up their own meanings for each flower

Ever since Delilah and Lily had taught them to make them, every place they go, they make sure there’s some kind of flowers nearby, just in case

Kayden makes them better and neater, but Carls are pretty too.

Glenn catches Carlden kissing, which leads to Delilah giving them ‘The Talk ™ ‘

Carl and Kayden kiss behind one of the chicken pens at the farm after their ‘wedding’

Its only small pecks from Carl on Kayden’s cheeks and arms (gentleman, born and raised)

But it raised Glenn’s ‘Big Brother Spidey Senses ™ ‘and a little siren goes off in his brain; “Oh no. These little, basically babies, are going to multiply.”

He jumps around the corner, jump scaring both of the newly weds

Glenn picks Carl up and carries him over his shoulder, running to the RV

“So, uh, Carl. When two people love each other very much…”

But Glenn can’t bring himself to explain sex to the preteen

“Carl, stay here!” Glenn yells, slightly panicked, tosses Carl a pack of condoms and runs out of the RV

Carl’s only thoughts are: “Why are these candies empty???”

Minutes later, Delilah enters with Kayden

“So, when you like a girl, you’re gonna wanna…do things…together…”

Two sets of eyes stare up at her with confusion.

After a few minutes of Delilah saying things like “You’ll razzle each other’s dazzle” and “she’ll want to peel your banana.”

Carl and Kayden bot say “Oh, I understand now.”

They don’t

When Kayden gets nervous, Carl lets her draw on his arm

Kayden had a sketchbook, but she filled it up quickly (with drawings of Carl)

She still had her pen, which she clicked to ease her nerves sometimes

Until she decides to draw a flower on Carl’s wrist

He basically said, “Give me a whole fucking sleeve of your drawings.”

He keeps Sharpie’s in his pockets because 1) lets be for real, pens on skin sucks ASS 2) he wants to keep them as long as possible

Carl tries to catch a butterfly or Kayden as a symbol of their love

It did NOT go well

He had spent the WHOLE afternoon chasing pretty little butterflies, and when he finally found one, he took it back to Kayden

Turns out, she’s a bit scared of bugs

She started to freak out slightly

Carl, being the amazing husband he is, throws it, but the wind snatches it up and it’s blown into Lily’s mouth as she was yapping to Delilah

Carl apologizes profusely to Kayden, with Lily in the background choking on a butterfly and Delilah basically slapping her back to try and get it out

Taglist:

@kookiekult @smutinlove @far-cry-from-finality @zomb-1-egutzz

@shadowybasementmiracle @vaniniweenie @sleep-queen

@frankcastleautism @hisdahlia @carlslvr @zzombiegirl

@lunarnightt @carlmipololo @herrera2k @txrasbae

@a-vampire-bat @coveofthesiren

[cherrycheolcoups]

seventeen fic recs - vampire au [hyung line]

started: 05/15/23

updated: ---

doing these by aus first lol. link to my overall fic recs masterlist here: unavailable for now. working on posting the masterlist

BY MEMBER:

choi seungcheol:

me and my husband by @berriesandjunnie

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x afab!reader | synopsis: even after marriage, your husband has peculiar habits that catch you off guard | genre & tags: fluff, vampire!seungcheol, human!reader, established relationship, just some funny soft vampire x human, short fluff!!, some blood mentions | word count: 1.2k

vampire boyfriend by @serenityseventeen

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x human!reader | warnings: just typical vampire related things like blood etc. | in form of a bulleted list with pros and cons at the end

indulgence by @sluttywonwoo

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x human!reader | summary: dating a vampire gets...complicated when you're on your period | warnings: swearing, menstruation, blood, smut 18+, fingering, shower sex, unprotected sex, period sex, blood drinking BUT NOT THAT BLOOD | word count: 4k | honestly my fav vampire!cheol fic HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!

take a bite by @junkissed

pairing: vampire!seungcheol x human!reader (she/her pronouns) | genre: fluff, mild angst, hurt/comfort, humor | word count ~1,500 | warnings: mentions of blood (reader's), sulky pouty cheol but he turns into softie happy cheol, an ounce of angst, an annoying little kid (/j he's cute), the kid thinks reader is cheol's wife and uses she/her pronouns

yoon jeonghan:

3:57 am by @gguksgalaxy

pairing: hunter!jeonghan x vampire!reader | word count: 1k | warnings: suggestive, vampires (so blood), swearing

no rest for the wicked by @berriesandjunnie

pairing: vampire!jeonghan x human!reader | synopsis: witnessing something you wasn't supposed to leaves you with an unusual stalker | genre & tags: fluff, vampire!jeonghan, human!reader, a little yandere vibes not gonna lie, fortunate turn of events, blood mentions, murder mention

burning by @kofic

pairing: vampire!jeonghan x artist!reader | genre: romance, angst, smut, elements of mystery, art au, artist reader, art collector-dealer vamp!jeonghan | warnings: 18+ mature themes, explicit language, cursing, mentions of blood (if not comfortable do not engage), mutual pining, mentions of self harm, convo about mental health insecurities, smut, fingering, oral f!receiving, hair pulling (both equally), pussy spanking (two times), edging!, unprotected, cumshot, jeonghan controls the pace, blood licking/sucking, anyway, as i said this work deals with a darker theme and so i promise to do my best in using soothing language too, though blood! u've been warned, i don't wish to go & say this possess elements of horror just bc im not entirely sure if it does | word count: 18k; slowburn

hong jisoo:

svt joshua: 82 by @craby-bouquet

pairing: vampire!joshua x human!reader | genre: fluff, vampire au | word count: 1k | summary: 82 "so you're telling me that you've never had a romcom moment? well i'm going to make that my personal mission to make sure you're going to have at least one tonight"

[ngl couldn't really find more, sorry!]

wen junhui:

vampire kisses by @horanghaejamjam

pairing: vampire lord!junhui x human!female reader | summary: he is the head of the wen family, the highest ranking family of vampires in the country. you are a mere human sold to them for the purpose of being his mate and bride. jun is determined to win your heart before you wed, and perhaps a few playful kisses are the key to doing that. | rating: m 18+ | genre: vampire au, slight rivals to lovers, smut, fluff | word count: 16.3k | warnings/contents: smut, blood and blood drinking, biting, jun being super flirty and teasing, arranged marriage, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, body worship, oral (male receiving), praise, soft bondage (jun ties/blindfolds reader with silk), fingering, talks about impregnation. mostly just very fluffy and soft with jun being whipped for reader

the first circle of hell by @lovelyhan

pairing: vampire!jun x stylist!reader | summary: the first time you catch a glimpse of jun, you feel like you've seen him somewhere before. a magazine cover, a billboard, or a music show you watched in passing. jun, on the other hand, seems to know you a lot better than you know yourself. | word count: 6.3k | tags: vampire!jun, stylist!reader, reincarnation, angst, smut | warnings: graphic depictions of sex, minors dni

bite me by @berriesandjunnie

pairing: vampire!junhui x afab!reader | synopsis: you're not sure how vampires work in real life but you can't risk leaving him behind. | genre & tags: fluff, slight angst, vampire!junhui, human!reader, mentions of dying, slightly suggestive scene (at least hints to one; minors you're safe), vampire consent, blood is mentioned 600 fricking times /j | word count: 2.0k

kwon soonyoung:

N/A

jeon wonwoo:

infinity by @blue-jisungs

pairing: vampire!wonwoo x human!reader | summary: by a rather unpleasant string of events you find out who...or what your boyfriend really is | warnings: swearing, blood, violence but nothing extreme, a pinch of angst if u will | au: vampire!wonwoo | word count: 4.7k

just a sip by @jejuboo-s

pairing: vampire!wonwoo x female reader | word count: 1.4k | genre: complete smut, nothing much else | summary: while shaving your legs up to your thighs in the shower, you accidentally wound yourself, blood spilling out of the small cut. in a hurry, you contemplate on going outside and asking wonwoo to help. but you really couldn't. why? because your boyfriend was a vampire

bloodlove: one more taste by @multi-kpop-fanfics

pairing: vampire boyfriend!wonwoo x human girlfriend!reader | genre: fluff, smut, minor comedy | warnings: period sex, oral sex (fem rec), consent bcs it's sexy, blood consumption, wonwoo goes into subspace, mentions of death (nobody dies, it's said as a joke), mentions of food, medication and period cramps - do not read if uncomfortable with such themes | word count: 2.7k | summary: for most people, there's nothing tastier than pizza - for wonwoo, it's you (and your pussy)

lee jihoon:

N/A

[arminsumi]

hm.. shy vampire armin who’s scared to admit that he’s a vampire to you. when he finally does, you obviously have millions of questions! one of them being about sucking blood 👀 - let’s just say he’s not so shy after he gets a taste of your sweet blood

IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE IT LONG SISBIWS IM SORRY JAYYY

DRINK ME

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : V-VAMPIRE ARMIN?! you needn't apologize when u have blessed my inbox with vampmin 🧛‍♂️❤️ i used to be obsessed w the idea of vampire armin n even made a vampy ver. of him and me in the sims lol it was a whole jay era no one saw. anyways i think i deviated a bit pls forgive i was in a vampy daze 😵‍💫 and p.s. the length of ur req is all good!! no worries 👍

Warnings : vampirism, 🔞 suggestive/smutty content : mdni/mdnr, blood, blood drinking, possessiveness, marking, biting, it's a lil goofy i'm ngl

🍒 More from Jay : Armin works

He bows his head in shame, avoiding your gaze after telling you the truth one night, while the two of you were cooped up in your dorm rooms like two very normal students. Er... well, one normal student now.

"Min... that's..." you begin, too surprised for words.

"... I'm so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I just couldn't bear lying to you anymore. Do you... hate me for it?" he asks sheepishly.

"Not at all. I'm just surprised... kinda into it..."

"WHAT." he widens his eyes.

"Nothing." you backtrack, giggling nervously. "I didn't say that. You didn't hear that."

"Nahhh..." he looks at you with an intense gaze. "You definitely just said that... what, do you, like... have a kink for vampirism?" he jokes but your sheepish smile tells him he's right.

His heart pangs.

"Wow... that's freaky." he giggles.

Ooh... his fangy teeth are so subtle, so cute. Lil' chompers craving nothing more than to sink into your warm flesh.

"Sorry..."

"... don't be." he creeps closer to you. "It's cute... but... don't tempt me. Or I'll bite you. Joking... of course."

"Min... I'd let you bite me."

"What... 😳"

"... not to turn me! Just... for a snack."

"... a snack...? Angel, I can barely control myself when you have a tiny cut on your finger, I think I'd lose it if you let me suck your blood. It would be too sweet..."

He'd get a sugar rush, for sure, from gulping down your saccharine blood.

"I wouldn't mind. I lov— I uh... I'll offer it to you anyways. Um... incase you ever want to."

Well now he's looking desirously at your neck, struggling to maintain eye contact. He was so taken aback by you forwardly permitting him to take a sip of you.

He stares at you silently for a moment.

"Uh... would it hurt...?" you ask.

He drops his tone into a serious, concerned voice.

"Yeah... it would hurt quite a bit..." he informs you, "And it takes a while for the mark to heal... but if you're o-okay with... me having just a taste..."

"I am..." you say, "Mmm... weird question, but is it possible for you to drink all my blood in one go?" you suddenly ask, curious.

He chuckles a little, "Um, considering there's like... about five liters of blood in your body... no, I couldn't drink it all in one go." he lightens the darkening atmosphere with a joke, "It'd give me a major tummy ache."

"So... how much would you drink from me right now, to replenish yourself?" you inquire further, pawing closer to him.

He gulps, enticed by your scent.

"Probably a glass' worth...? That's typical." he looks away, too shy to say more. The thought of drinking a glass of your blood felt like asking for too much. "More than a glass would just be greedy..."

"Would it get messy and ugly?"

"Nah... I pride myself on being a clean eater." he winks, endeared by your giggly reactions to his subtle flirting.

It's bizarre to Armin; he expected you to be repulsed by his vampirism. But you're not. You're still flirting as hard as you did before he told you tonight.

"Armin... drink from me." you say seriously, seeing how he was holding his hands behind his back so tight when really he just needed to give into his raw desire.

"Uh—" he gulps as if his mouth is watering, "Are you sure you know what you're offering me?"

"Yes." you say more serious than ever. "Drink me."

Did you intend for that last part to sound so seductive? He can't tell.

He looks at you with eyes blown open, and bats his lashes in disbelief.

Then a a few moments later... he's pinning you to the bed and slotting his slender leg between your thighs.

His lips graze your neck, he kisses it... licks it... takes his time with it. You ask a bit more, breath staggering at his feverish licking.

"Do you always lick this much?"

"Mhm..."

"Why?"

"It's um... like a taste test..."

You feel your cheeks and chest warm up. "Oh... I see."

It's a minute later and he's sloppily making out with the area he intends to bite and drink from, while you happily allow him and run your fingers through his tawny blond hair.

"A–angel... your neck is so..." he swallows his drool, "so pretty... I'll be as gentle as p-possible... promise..."

"You don't have to be..."

"... really?" he asks breathlessly.

"Mhm."

He anyways encourages you to hold his hand and squeeze it if it's too much pain. "I'll stop if you tell me to... I have good discipline, I swear."

When his fangs fully come out, he slowly grazes their sharp point across your skin and gives testing pokes across the sweet curve of your neck. He exposes your neck more, pinning your shoulder with his hand.

One small gasp escapes you as he sinks just a tiny bit of his fangs in. He's trying his best to make it a smooth and clean incision. He's good and disciplined, he reminds himself, he can't just tear into you like you're nothing but a blood filled sac.

"Ah...!" you hiss in pain. It hurts way more than you anticipated, two sharp fangs pricking into your skin.

The way he sucks your blood out feels... sensual. Romantic. Like it's intimate... because it is. How many vampires does he know of that suck necks? It's the most erotic place to suck. It's an unspoken rule in his world to avoid the neck... because it's such an erogenous zone. Usually only lovers poke their fangs there...

Simply said? Armin sucked blood from your neck just to slyly turn you on. Because he had the hots for you. The cute human who wormed into his sexual fantasies.

"Mmm!" you squeal softly for him.

"Mmm..." he groans back, sinking his fangs as deep as they can go, spiraling into pleasure as his lips press flesh against your skin and squish flat.

"Min..." you moan, and now he knows he's got you.

Some blood dribbles down your chest and forms rivulets down his chin. He pulls his fangs out and licks at the wound lustfully, eyes lidded and breath heavy.

"F-fuck..." he curses, feeling himself getting a bit too excited after that intimate moment.

He's quietly patting himself on the back for not losing control even though the taste of your blood made him dizzy.

He inhales deeply to stabilize himself. Then he checks on you, caring eyes peering into your soul.

"Are you okay?" he asks, voice deep and low.

"Y-yeah..." you nod.

"It stings a bit, right?" he asks with a slight glint of sadism in his eyes.

You nod, "Not too much..."

He smiles at you, fangs cutely poking udner his upper lip and peaking out a bit.

"Good... don't wanna hurt my sweet Y/n."

Oops... did he just get a little possessive? Mhm yeah he did. And you don't realize it, but he made sure is fangs sunk deep enough to leave a longlasting territorial mark... he had to let the world know you were claimed as his little human possession.

"Min... you okay? You zoned out." you laugh.

An hour has passed. He cleaned up all the blood and now laid snuggling with you in bed. For the first time, he was spooning you; a small show of dominance that he never showed before biting you up.

"Yeah... just a bit dazed."

"In a bad way?" you ask.

"No. I just get dazed after drinking sweet wine." he says.

"Hm...? Is that so? Dazed and dizzy 'cause of me?"

He smirked, eyes admiring your bite marks in the dim moonlight. He thumbs the skin around them.

"Yeah... dazed and dizzy for you..." he says slowly, voice washed with drowsiness.

He clutches you tight and sleeps.

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