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maenecoon · 5 months

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tw (mostly mild) depictions of violence and blood, bc it's involves vampires, also major spoilers for a fic im working on rn

i may or may not have a vampire kimchay fic idea

except the execution of it is going to have me combusting into flames??

anyways, thoughts about kim finding an annoying baby bat in the forest. he wants to ignore it, but he can't. so fine, he takes it in.

except...

kim definitely doesn't know how to care for a feral bat.

anyways! cue sweet/fluffy/bat-and-vampire shenanigans! like babybat so sated with blood that he becomes a little drunk, or at least the bat-version of drunk. babybat who flies into the window trying to escape because he's not good at echolocatio. babybat who sneaks into kim's closets to bite holes in every single one of his silk shirts.

vampire!kim somehow being whipped af for this cute but annoying little shit that he's somehow adopted. feeds him blood pudding and gives him many head scritches. shows him his red string murder board and rambles about his murder plans and all. vampire!kim who started off detesting or tolerating this pest at best but unable to imagine starting a day without the weight of babybat curled up on his chest.

then the murder plan happens. kim wants korn (his father/sire) dead, bc who doesn't, and he sneaks in to "kill" him.

he's gone in, wooden stake and holy water and all.

he goes bat-shit crazy. bodies of full-sized vampires drop to the floor around them as kim works with ruthless efficiency. he's memorised the techniques of his father's men and their weaknesses. he's dreamed about this for centuries. and it's pays off.

and then enters korn.

korn was always going to be the issue.

kim had no plans of returning alive - he knows to end lorn by all means necessary even if it means his own life - but korn has gotten more powerful. sire bonds are difficult to break, and even if kim has been diluting the bond and doing his absolute best to weaken their link, korn still has kim in an iron grip.

(if you'd read my phayurain vampire fic, there's this thing about sires being able to control their fledglings because of a bond they share when a vampire (sire) turns someone into a vampire (their fledgling). )

anyways.

when suddenly a weight in his pocket starts to stir. it's the little shit, the bat. and kim's all panicked because little shit is small and harmless and now barely the size of half his palm? like, kim's on his knees and has his hands shaking with effort not to plunge the stake into his own chest, by the command of korn.

it takes just a second, but bat flutters out of kim's pocket. bat, with all the rage that a bat can muster, swings himself right on korn's face and digs his fangs into korn's eyes. the eyes are part of what maintains the sire-control that korn has over kim, and kim is able to use that split second to drive the stake into korn's heart.

the moment that korn falters, falling to the ground with a thud, is the moment that the bat drops to the floor.

kim thinks like yeah, fuck, that must've taken a lot out of this poor baby bat, and god that fall looked bad, when all of a sudden the bat is expanding. almost like his bones are breaking (and kim winces because that sounds anguishing) and reforming and he keeps growing bigger and bigger and bigger until kim realised that this was no bat.

this was a vampire, trapped in the form of a bat.

this is his fledgling, his fledgling who was supposed to have died.

chay.

yeah anyways!! fun little story that i'm working on rn!! lmk what you think/want to see, if you got to the end of this! !

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wonderhoiiiii · 7 months

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Vampire au doodles + Zombie stu

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f1nalgirlz · 3 months

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VAMPIRES pt. 1 | Charlie Walker

(yes i did use r!euro for the pic even though it’s a Charlie fic don’t come for me </3)

˗ˏˋcontent´ˎ˗ ooc Charlie, vampire! Charlie, blood, neck biting, blood drinking, gay Charlie, male! reader, use of y/n, a little horror-esque at the start but ultimately not, somewhat fast paced at times, unrealistic aspects (obviously), NSFW in part 2

Y/N’s chest heaved, twigs snapping and long dead, snow covered leaves crunching under his feet as he ran, semi blindly navigating the dark forest. The chase was a blur, heart hammering against his ribs as he heard each thudding step behind him. Each footfall shook the ground underneath him, and his pursuer was not subtle nor careful. He knew he couldn't outrun whatever was after him, not for much longer anyway. He knew he had to hide, somewhere, anywhere. His throat and chest burned, each breath he sucked in making him wheeze. He managed to take a hasty look behind him, where he saw a mass of black fur lit by the little moonlight seeping through the trees. He whipped his head back around, focusing solely on finding a hiding place. His heart fluttered when he saw a building of some kind in the distance, he was too far and it was too dark to make out just yet, but it was something so he ran for it. Y/n ran as fast as his legs would take him, desperately clawing at the front door when he reached it. He could hear his pursuer's heavy footsteps behind him, right on his tail. Tears spilled from his eyes as he fumbled with the door handle, his body burning hot despite the below freezing temperature he’d been running in. A wheeze left him as the door opened, instantly he fell inside, scrambling to close it behind him.

As he gasped for breath from the floor, body slumped against the now closed and locked door, he listened for footsteps through the door. Y/N’s body was coated in sweat, despite the cold air that was prominent even indoors. He continued to listen his heart beating frantically, there was nothing to be heard, no footsteps, huffs of breath, or twigs snapping. It was silent. Ominously silent. After an unknown amount of minutes had passed by with no interruption from outside, his heart had calmed down. Once the adrenaline wore off he finally noticed the stinging pain on his knees, falling onto his backside to examine them. Y/n was relieved to find his knees were only scuffed, some blood raising to the surface of his skin, from his rough collision with the floor upon his entrance. He rolled his pant legs back down before getting up and checking the rest of his body. He didn't see anything else wrong with him, but he was still left with a sinking feeling in his gut. It was silent outside, but he felt like he was being watched making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Slowly, he began to explore the room, hoping to find an explanation for all the strange occurrences that caused him to stumble to this house.

Y/n took a few tentative steps around the room, searching the corners and cabinets for signs of life or danger. The house felt empty, and the dimly lit rooms only added to the eerie atmosphere. The faint smell of old furniture and dust was the only hint that anyone was ever even here. He cautiously opened a few cabinet doors and drawers, looking for anything dangerous, maybe even something to defend himself with were that thing to come back before dawn. He saw some old tools, a few books, and some cooking utensils, but nothing really useful. He was beginning to relax when he heard a sound. It was too faint to make out, like the gentle brushing of clothes so he held his breath and listened, heart speeding up. He heard it again, more distinctly this time. It was footsteps. Goosebumps rose on his arms. Y/n froze in place, feeling as though he had somehow invaded another's territory despite all signs pointing to this building being abandoned. It was quiet outside the house, but here, within the walls, something moved, something other than himself. His heart sank.

He clenched his jaw, slowly reversing until his back hit the wall softly. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness, a pale figure with long dark hair. “Why are you in my home?” Came a deep voice. Y/n flinched, his breath catching in his throat, eyes quickly taking in the figure standing before him, looking for any sign of aggression in their eyes or movements. Y/n's stomach twisted in knots, and he felt a cold sweat break out across his body once more. As if in response, the mysterious figure tilted their head slightly, a questioning look on their face. Y/n sucked in a nervous breath. “I- I didn’t know anyone lived here… something was chasing me out there.” he said, voice trembling. The mysterious figure remained stoic, their light eyes studying the boy’s expression and body language. Y/n shifted on his feet, feeling uncomfortable under the intense gaze of the pale figure. “Please… can you help me?” His voice sounded tiny in the silence of the room. The pale figure took a few steps closer, making no attempt to conceal the sound of their movements as they approached.

As the figure moved closer, the dim lighting showed off the features Y/n couldn’t make out before. He was a pale man, long dark hair and striking eyes that were icy in appearance. His features were sharp and prominent. The man’s lips were parted, just barely visible sharp canines peaking out from behind his top lip. Y/n felt his body tremble, the man in front of him appearing to be sizing him up. Something about the man unnerved him, but simultaneously drew him in. It was almost supernatural, and after the events of this night so far, he was willing to believe anything. The icy blue eyes of the taller man studied Y/n for a few more seconds, before he spoke up. "I can help you. But there is a price for my services. Do you understand?" The man's voice was cold and flat, but there was a slight edge to it that hinted at threats beyond the surface. He gulps despite his mouth going dry, nodding at his words. Y/n's heart pounded in the silence that followed the man's words. He was in a difficult position, his life at the mercy of this mysterious man with cold, uncaring eyes. Y/n felt vulnerable in the face of the pale figure before him. He was caught between fear and desire, scared for his life but also oddly attracted to the intensity of the man's icy blue eyes. Y/n swallowed deeply, trying to keep his fear from showing on his face.

Y/n struggled to keep his expression neutral as the taller man's eyes ran over every inch of his body. Y/n's fear mixed with his growing fascination with the man, and he began to feel a strange tug at his stomach, drawn toward the man's icy presence despite himself. As the man spoke again, his voice filled Y/n with dread, and he was forced to wonder what exactly this mysterious man wanted from him. His fears began to mount as he thought about what he could possibly offer to this man who was, for all in intents and purposes, in control of his life in that moment. Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves and speak up. "what…what is that price, exactly?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know what the man would ask of him, but the pressure was building, and his curiosity was starting to overwhelm his fear. The man's face remained stoic, his pale features remaining impassive as he studied Y/n with his piercing eyes. He finally tilted his head slightly, as if weighing his options before speaking.

Y/n felt a new surge of fear as the man tilted his head, the silence between them growing heavier with each passing moment. Something in the man's aura made Y/n feel like he was in danger, even though the man in front of him hadn't made any direct threats or aggressive movements so far. Yet, this strange, magnetic force was pulling Y/n toward the figure, and his heart pounded in his chest. He knew that he needed to be brave if he wanted the man's help, and he forced a small smile. A cold hand reached out to touch his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Y/n felt like his body was frozen in place, unable to move as the cold hand reached for him. His breath caught in his throat. The touch wasn’t hostile as he’d half expected, it was surprisingly gentle. The soft caress of the cold hand sent another wave of chills down his spine, warmth pooled in his stomach. The pale man's hand continued to caress Y/n's skin, and he could feel the coldness of it seeping deep into himself through the lightest touch. The man finally spoke, his icy gaze fixed on Y/n, his voice low and almost hypnotic as he spoke.

“In exchange for your safety, I want to feed on you.” He said lowly, face close to the shorter boy’s now. Y/N’s stomach dropped, feed? What had he stumbled into tonight? He felt as if he was some kind of magnet for the supernatural. A nod was all he could muster up, his short internal debate deciding that having a pint or two taken from him, by a man he found attractive anyways, and getting to walk out alive in the morning was more preferable than going back out there and being eviscerated by a giant beast. “Can I know your name at least?” He asked softly, not wanting to push his luck. “Charlie.” He answered simply, hand finding its way back to the exposed skin of the human’s arm. Y/N tensed at the touch as his hand crept up his arm, the slow, almost sensual caress causing a jolt deep in the pit of his stomach. It moved as if savoring the touch of his skin. The icy touch made him feel a bit uneasy, but at the same time, it was undeniably enticing. The vampire's eyes were fixed on Y/n, examining his expression closely. The hand continued to move closer to Y/n's neck, the vampire's eyes beginning to glow a brilliant red. Y/n could feel his lips slowly part as a wave of desire flowed through his entire body.

The vampire leaned closer to Y/n's neck, cold breath on his skin as he drew closer. Y/N felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as the man, no, as Charlie came within inches of his neck. The hunger in the vampire's eyes made Y/N's heart skip a beat, and his body shivered with anticipation as the he creeped closer. The scent of Charlie's breath was intoxicating, smelling almost sweet and his senses were heightened by the sudden jolt of desire he felt courting though his veins. His eyes shut, awaiting the feeling of a sharp pain in his neck, body practically twitching with anticipation, the irony of that didn’t escape him, he couldn’t think of anyone who’d be excited about something that he presumed would be rather painful. As the razor-edged teeth penetrated his skin, the intense pain he expected never came. Just a dull ache concealed mostly by pleasure when Charlie began sucking the blood out. A chill ran up his spine, hand finding its way to Charlie’s shoulder as his head tilted to give him more room. This felt different than any he’d ever experienced before.

R: this ended up getting really long winded and i'll make a part 2. Part 2 will most likely be smut so idk! take this as a summerween treat :P

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alphawolfstabs · 6 months

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Oh yeah btw guys- I’m writing vampires again BAM here’s two separate snippets that I love and adore meow meow meow

My favourite thing to write is Stu calling vampires “Bloodsuckers” but also Billy just going “You sound gay stfu” BAJFKSHFK

Human Stu with his stupid [boy]friend

#billy loomis #stu macher #scream #scream 1996 #stuilly #vampire!billy #vampire!au #human!stu #there’s a plot twist to this fic and I’m excited for when it comes guys #I think only my Discord knows about it #truly excited

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cerealkilleratmidnight · 1 year

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WEREWOLF STU AND VAMPIRE BILLY

had to since we had that little conversation about stuilly Werewolf, Vampire AU.

#stuilly #scream #scream 1996 #stu macher #ghostface #scream art #billy loomis #fanart #my art #scream fanart #werewolf stu macher #werewolf #vampire #vampire billy loomis #scream au #slashers #sketch

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violcntwcys · 2 months

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i am not a creature that was born. i am a fire that was set.

#♱ ⠀♡ （ character. ⠀»» trey blaine ashwood. ）#♱ ⠀♡ （ character. ⠀»» trey AU. ）#♱ ⠀♡ （ tags ⠀»» 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 ）#♱ ⠀♡ （ tags ⠀»» 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞. ）#horror roleplay #horror rp #scream roleplay #scream rp #twd rp #twd roleplay #the walking dead roleplay #the walking dead rp #tvd rp #tvd roleplay #the vampire diaries roleplay #the vampire diaries rp #nightmare on elm street rp #nightmare on elm street roleplay

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rillils · 11 months

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so prompt generator said:

and I just ran with it :3

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 458 Tags: vampire!AU, vampire!Bucky, post-serum Steve, little bit of smut because the brain said so, does this qualify as a (very smol) PWP, i think it does??, *anguished screaming in the background*

Lips. Wet lips at his neck, sucking slow, languorous kisses against Steve’s pulse.

“Ah.”

Bucky kissed him as though he were collecting drops of honey off his skin, lapping at the golden stickiness with the tip of his tongue first, then with the kiss-ripe softness of his mouth, precise and unrushed – one kiss, here – and here – and here, Mhmm.

Now and then a glimpse of teeth, the faintest suggestion of a bite that would not come just yet, not just yet, and made Steve’s spine tingle with anticipation. Now, he wanted to whisper, lick the word into Bucky’s mouth so he would understand, now, Now, please.

He wrapped his arms around Bucky’s shoulders, and ground his hips down into Bucky’s lap, slow as he knew how, gasping as Bucky’s cock stroked deep inside of him, the flickering heat of stars sparking bright and sudden in his belly.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky moaned into the hollow of his throat, and his teeth tugged at Steve’s flesh, the hot cavern of his mouth slotting into place over Steve’s thrumming heartbeat – and Steve could feel it, finally, finally, the pinprick of fangs poised to sink just under the shell of his skin, to drink him in lazy, greedy gulps, consume every drop he was willing to give – only for Bucky to release him again after one, dizzying moment.

Steve groaned, throwing his head back in a fit of amused frustration. “They don’t teach you not to play with your food, Buck?”

Bucky nosed along his jawline, grinning.

“Nah,” he rumbled, the sound dripping hot into Steve’s gut, his breath warm where it gusted against Steve’s skin. “I was taught to savor it,” he said. “Nice and slow.”

His hands held palmfuls of Steve’s ass, spreading him gently apart as he fucked into him with no hurry at all, slick and sweet, measuring inch for inch until Steve’s fingernails were digging into the meat of his shoulders. Bucky hummed a low, velvety note of pleasure then, his nose nestled right at the hinge of Steve’s jaw. “Yeah, just like that.”

Steve chuckled breathlessly, his fingers winding up and into Bucky’s hair to twine with the sweat-damp locks. “And are you gonna?” he asked, willingly falling into the painstaking rhythm Bucky’s hands coaxed him into, a dance designed to drive him mad, mad with bliss. “Savor me?”

Bucky grasped his hips, thumbs fitting over the crests of his bones, and Steve licked his own lips hungrily as he felt his body, as Bucky must feel it, rocking again and again under Bucky’s hands, his thighs burning deliciously as he rode at half-pace, and took, and took, and took, desperate to give back.

“Oh, I’m gonna,” Bucky rasped, a wolfish smile pressed to Steve’s fluttering pulse. “Stevie.”

Sharp canines grazed over his skin like a promise, like a warning and a prayer at once.

Steve tipped his head back – “Yes.” – and at last, let himself be tasted.

#stucky #vampire au #it's spontaneous drabble time :DD *screams*#have some clumsy smut times #idk this just happened i'm not even gonna try to understand why #might be the spooky season #might be my dirty brain #i'm???????????????#just gonna run with it while it lasts bc it never lasts long lol #as per usual i don't know what i'm doing #le cry le scream le yell #rillers scribbles #vampire!bucky #just because

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might-be-a-potato · 2 years

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vamp hunter au pt. 2

meeting the gang! (sort of)

Bonus under cut!

Still don't know if I'll make this whole thing a comic, so lets just see how far I get kljfkdlsjfkld

#all y/n's said so far is screams fjdkslfjds #A+ dialogue brought to you by me #man i hate having to set everything up before I can get to the good stuff AHHHHHHHHHHHH #vampire hunter au #fnaf au #fnaf sb

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saranootnoot · 6 months

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It's been awhile since I posted art, right? So here's a possible design for vampire hunter Isaac

#sobbing #soda rambling #soda rambles #ibvs #currently sobbing #screaming #ibvs au #chris jackson versus the vampires #vampire hunter au #isaac beaamer versus the supernatural #isaac beamer

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fbfh · 1 year

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vampire!Leo. you enter your apartment and flick on the lights, only to be met with someone thrown casually on your couch. you let out a sharp noise that's somewhere between a gasp and a scream, jumping back on instinct as your adrenaline spikes. he chuckles softy, flashing his dangeorusly sharp teeth that hide behind pretty lips as your brain catches up.

"You know, I thought that was you coming up the stairs..." he says lightly. you refrain from rolling your eyes and throw your jacket at him. he catches it with no effort. you knew he would, but that didn't stop you from making such a... human gesture. such a natual show of annoyance at his attitude and constant presance that you're growing more and more fond of, even if you don't want to admit it.

"of course it's me," you retort, "I'm the only one with a key, smartass..." as much as you might try, you can't mask your excitement to see him with annoyance. he fidgets with the buttons on your jacket, glancing back up at you with piercing eyes such a deep shade of red it makes you think of wine, or pomegranites, or... blood, you suppose. he runs his tongue over his teeth, and it amazes you that he doesn't cut himself on his fangs.

"house keys aren't that hard to make." he shrugs, and you scoff. before you can reply, you notice his gaze lingers on you. he smirks even more, looking you up and down.

"what?" you ask. he looks at you like he knows something, like he just got told 'hey, my friend thinks you're really cute'. there's something in his eyes, a hunger that starts to make itself more known below his playful - dare you say, cocky - smirk.

"your heart's still pounding."

with a soft woosh, he stands in front of you in an instant, knocking the air from your lungs as he brings his face closer to you. his slender fingers guide your head softly to the side as he lowers his lips to your ear slowly. his skin is cool to the touch as it soaks up your warmth. now you can really feel it; your heart beats louder and harder in your chest as his lips brush your skin, the tips of his fangs almost grazing along your neck. he presses his nose against your pulse, inhaling deeply before letting his breath fan over your skin and drawing a shudder all the way up your spine. when he speaks, his voice is lower than before, but you still hear every word loud and clear.

"it smells good..."

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