#vampire anon my beloved

[theemporium]

Okay but can we talk about lando and fan reader? Bc now I can’t stop thinking ab him finding her blog/fan acc. She’s mortified but he thinks it’s HILARIOUS and his ego def skyrockets when he sees his girl fantasying about her for so many years😭

Oh and he’s 100% teasing you every chance he gets reading aloud all your old posts.

In the most dramatic annoying voice ever he’s like “but guys look at landos eyesssss🥺🥺👉👈” imitating the posts he’s found & u just wanna kill yourself then and there bc why has ur bf found your old fan account😭

- 🧛‍♀️

NO BECAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH THE DYNAMIC

but also imagine fans making fun of you or people giving you hate for it, sayings it’s weird or creepy or you were some manipulative mastermind, and lando isn’t having it

and just imagine him making his own wee fan account for you to shut haters up😭it’s a bit cringy and cheesy but he loves you and he doesn’t care and it’s just so🥹

[neversetyoufree]

I just had a thought. What if our lovely Machina's real name is Carmilla? It definitely fits the lady-loving vampire theme we've got there.

Oh, interesting thought!

Besides being very wlw, Carmilla is also quite an early example of vampires in literature. It has predecessors, but aside from The Vampyre by Polidori (which kicked off literary vamps in the first place), the only one generally cited as having a major influence on the genre is the penny dreadful Varney the Vampire, the source for the name Francis Varney. In other words, August Ruthven and Francis Varney currently have names pulled from just about the earliest possible examples of literary vampires. That means that making Francis's real name Carmilla, Varney's immediate followup in the timeline of major pre-Dracula vampire works, would be a nice touch to keep all that consistent.

I can't think of many connections yet between Machina and the story of Carmilla itself yet besides the queerness, but still. Fun theory!

[merakiui]

LISTEN- LISTEN TO ME-

VAMPIRE YAN!AZUL DHSKSNSJEBEJW HE WOULD JUST LOCK HIS DARLING AT HIS CASTLE/MANSION AND SPOIL HIS DARLING ENDLESSLY— AND HIS DARLING DOESNT CARE BEING KIDNAPPED BECAUSE AZUL HIMSELF FUCKING HANDSOME DJSBDJDBDJSNSJEN

- 🦐 anon

OMG OMG beauty and beast situation where he hides himself away because he thinks he’s a monster and so you’re kept company by two incubi (the twins) who are always shape-shifting into various animals just to secretly watch you at Azul’s request. Azul actually doesn’t hurt or terrorize you; he doesn’t visit you either, so you really just exist in this large, expansive castle that’s gathering dust and cobwebs. You could probably leave if you wanted to, but you stay because it’s not a terrible situation. You may have been kidnapped, but it doesn’t feel like you’re trapped. Weirdly enough, you still feel free.

After realizing that you’re not in any immediate danger—you hardly even know what your captor looks like because when he took you it was late at night and he was cloaked in shadows—you begin to explore the castle, poking your head in and out of luxurious rooms and walking down long halls, usually by yourself but sometimes accompanied by the twins. They love teasing you, so your candle is often blown out when you’re exploring late at night, which leaves you standing all alone in frigid darkness, where cold fingers brush against your arms and you feel breaths upon your neck.

The castle is beautiful despite its dreariness, but the dust is a major issue. You keep sneezing and coughing, and so one afternoon you decide you’ll start cleaning a room or two just to get a start on making the castle look alive again (and so your health won’t suffer). One of the twins helps you, though he easily snaps his fingers and things are arranged and cleaned with a magic that you can’t quite grasp. The other makes a mess of your cleaning supplies, toying with them like he’s a cat who’s caught a mouse. You chase him away, but he always returns, more eager than before.

They give you bits and pieces about Azul, teasing the concept of him like he’s something you can’t fathom. You learn he’s lived in this castle, secluded and alone, for nearly all of his life. He doesn’t like lots of people, but he’s fond of humankind and their inventions. Once you were cleaning and idly discussing Azul’s taste in gothic literature when Jade, who had been assisting you that day, smiled and gestured upwards at the very top of the magnificent double staircase. You’d halted your sweeping to follow his gesturing, brows furrowing in confusion.

“In fact, he’s watching us right now,” he had said, smiling deviously. And you’d tried to see what he was seeing, only catching sight of a fluttering curtain. “Why don’t you come down and introduce yourself, Azul? It’s very impolite to leave a guest in the care of someone else when you’re the host.”

There had been no sound to let you know of his departure, but Jade seemed to know when he’d left because he had sighed and shook his head in dismay, saying, “It was worth a try. You’ll have to excuse him. He’s not the most…social creature, to phrase it gently.”

Even though you’re meant to be a captive, it doesn’t feel like it. You think this Azul fellow is much kinder than he seemed when he first stole you from the comforts of your home because there is always delicious foods waiting for you in the dining room, spread out on a lengthy table like a buffet, and your room is always kept pristine and clean (the result of finely honed magic). You think he’s crept inside once because you felt another presence, but as quick as it had come it vanished. And when you woke you found your wardrobe filled with new outfits, all perfectly tailored to your exact measurements. You learn from the twins that Azul holes himself up in his study, never coming out unless it’s for good reason. You’re forbidden from entering such a sacred place, and they tell you that that’s the only rule you must follow. You can explore the grounds, the surrounding forest, the many rooms and halls, but you cannot travel down the hall that leads to his study.

Naturally, you intend to follow this rule. But can you blame your curiosity for getting the better of you when you begin to wonder about Azul? What does he look like? Why does he hide himself away? What’s so special about his study? Why is it an area forbidden to you? You aren’t stopped by either twin when you creep down the hall in search of it, but you know they’re watching you. Perhaps it was their intention to tell you of that room’s existence so that you would deliberately break the rule.

His study is dark and dusty and decrepit. It’s filled with old, thick tomes and textbooks. You spot human trinkets scattered on the desk and on shelves—pocket watches, hand mirrors that have shattered, jewelry, hair pins, and even rusted forks and spoons. You almost jump out of your skin when you spot the animals crowding the floor, but upon closer inspection you realize it’s all just taxidermy. Birds and squirrels and rabbits and even a tiny fawn. You wonder if Azul is a hunter.

The study itself is bigger than you thought and the deeper you go, the colder the environment becomes. Detached and unwelcome—an ominous slice of space meant to scare and unsettle. An old grandfather clock calls out the passing seconds in disconcerting tick-tocks. You eye portraits of pinned butterflies in all colors and sizes, vibrant wings spread out and arranged so carefully. And at the very end of the hall, there are glass doors that open onto a large balcony. Moonlight filters in, illuminating floating dust motes and a bookshelf filled with classic literature: gothic poetry and horrors. You pluck a book from the shelf at random and leaf through its pages, eyeing sonnets about nature and love and fleeting seasons.

And when you turn to your right, your eyes fall upon the figure who looms over you, sharp, glacial eyes pinned on your form. And though his features are obscured in the hood of his cloak, you can partially recognize the formal attire he wears, nearly Victorian in design. Your mouth hangs open in surprise and then it shuts and you flinch away so quickly that your back hits the shelf. It shudders with the disturbance, but thankfully nothing falls.

Foolishly, you try to find an excuse, but no words will come out and so you’re left desperately opening and closing your mouth. He stares at you, his eyes narrowed, and then he holds his hand out. It’s pale in the moonlight, almost like porcelain, and his thin fingers curl impatiently. Shakily, you place your palm in his and he blinks down at it. His hand is deathly cold in yours; you feel as if you’ve just touched a frozen corpse. The man pulls his hand from yours with a scoff.

“The book,” he demands, voice mean and harsh.

Your arm quickly falls to your side. “Right. Sorry. H-Here you go.” You hand it over to him, and he swipes it from you with a huff. “I’m sorry. I… I know I wasn’t supposed to come here, but I was curious and—” You stop yourself, watching the way in which he flicks his wrist to send the novel back to its place by way of magic. “You’re Azul, aren’t you?”

He turns away from you, his cloak swishing with the movement. “That matters not. Now that you’ve had your fill of snooping through my belongings so rudely, I’ll have to ask you to leave. Unless you’d rather stay and become my next taxidermy project.”

You try to object and insist that you were only curious, but some force is already guiding you to the exit. You struggle against it, but it doesn’t relent, firmly pushing you in the direction you came from. Azul stands within his crowded study, in the center of a little path cut out for him to walk through, and he’s framed in crisp, silver moonlight. His arms fold disapprovingly over his chest, and you sneak one last glance at him before the door to his study slams with a resonating bang that has the portraits on the walls trembling.

You’re a little shaken when you creep back to your room, your mind replaying the scene in a loop. Floyd’s waiting for you when you return, lounging on your bed in his human form, his spade-shaped tail flicking in delight. He brightens when he sees you, devilish with glee, and asks if you liked Azul’s study. It’s not that you didn’t like it, but you would’ve preferred to spend a little more time feeding your curiosity.

“He’s got lotsa interesting stuff in there.” Floyd sits up and stretches, all nonchalance despite the morbid nature of his next statement. “Surprised Shrimpy didn’t become his next interesting thing.”

“What… What does that mean?”

“All of Azul’s meals are…preserved in time,” Jade answers, suddenly standing at your side. He greets you with a pleasant smile and a bow. “You’ve seen his little menagerie, have you not?”

“The taxidermy?”

“Indeed.”

Floyd pats the empty space on the bed, and you sink into it slowly.

“So… So he only eats their organs and stuffs them?”

“Not quite. But a brilliant guess nonetheless.”

You glare at Jade, who merely continues to smile. Floyd giggles and flops down beside you. His tail curls around your wrist, squeezing playfully. “We get to eat the insides. Azul’s only after the blood. Ah, but he hasn’t eaten anythin’ in years, yeah?”

Jade considers the question before nodding. “I’m afraid so. A shame. He could benefit from a fulfilling meal.”

“Then… Then I’ll cook something for him! He shouldn’t have to wither away. I’ll make him a feast!”

“Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. The meals humans consume aren’t very filling to creatures like us. It only scratches an itch, but the hunger will remain.” Jade hums thoughtfully. “Although… Well, there is one way. Oh, but I couldn’t possibly ask this of you.”

Floyd catches on immediately, perking up with a pout. “Shrimpy’s nice and all, but we couldn’t force the load on ya. That’d be unfair...”

“What? What is it?” Your nerves crackle with suspicion when the twins turn away from you, hanging onto one another as if in mourning. “Seriously… What can I do? I want to help…and apologize for snooping. So please tell me what I can do to make it up to him.”

Their backs are turned to you as you sit there in all-consuming silence, so you fail to notice the smirks they exchange. But you can hear it in their tones when they speak in perfect unison.

“You’ll just need to sign a little promise for us.”

[slumbear]

I am asking you to consider s1 fwhip being a dragon hybrid

He has been carefully considered and placed gently in a box

[carnivorousyandeere]

hello how are you? ilu? im totally normal abt the vampire couple and i totally didn't rush on my hands and knees to this inbox but uhm uhm please, listen, can you, uhm, write what would happen if maybe a few of the other vampires think 'oh if we gang together, maybe we can get to that tastey little morsel they're keeping away from us?' and how the couple would react to that?

The Countess’ grin only widens, pride filling her as more vampires around the party begin to eye you as you cry. Her husband stiffens on the other side, grip tightening around your hand.

A particularly bold vampire steps closer, looking you up and down hungrily. “Are we to take it that this is to be our dessert?”

The Countess’ smile vanishes as other vampires begin to step forward one by one, desire clearly written across their faces. She lets go of you as you sob particularly loudly, letting her husband hold you in his arms. You bury your face in his coat.

“Have I not provided enough for you, my guests?”

“Ah, indeed, you have provided much,” the arrogant first vampire to speak pipes up again. “And yet, is it not customary for a host to share samples of their finest wares with their guests?”

Other vampires chime in, agreeing one by one. A few murmur nervously amongst themselves, staying back.

“I abhor your covetousness,” the Countess hisses. “Need I remind you of the reason for my status?”

“It has been a few centuries, dear Countess…” the other vampire sneers, “and you seem to have gotten quite soft.”

You hear a crack, and a gurgle, and squeeze your eyes shut tighter. The rest of the vampires fall silent. The Count strokes the back of your head gently.

The Countess laughs. Even without seeing her face, you can envisage the bloodlust writ upon her features, mouth curled into a terrible snarl of a smile. “Would anyone else care to test my patience tonight?”

[loversj0y]

*I DO A SNORT OF COCAINE* Vampire? Wilbur? Vampire Wilbur x reader? Vamp….bur….

OH MY GOD YES.

okay im definitely going to have to come back to this later on but for now?

i leave you with two things.

one.

he's a clingy bastard, for one. he basically claimed you as being his the first time you met even if you didn't know it yet.

you would let him feed on you, and it would be addicting to him.

he says your blood tastes sweet and earthy, like matcha (not actually like matcha, but like that flavour profile, ykwim?)

he was so careful with you, never wanting to push you too far.

there was one time when he'd fed a bit too much, and you nearly passed out and he was TERRIFIED

but you were completely delirious and happy (vampire saliva has a calming, sedative like effect in order to keep the person subdued)

so you were just giggling and happy and he was just smiling and so fond of you

he would kiss you and let his fangs pop out and nip at your lips, and it would make you melt completely

even though he couldn't go in the sun, he loved watching you stay in the sun because he said it made you look absolutely radiant

(even if you would stand in the sun when you were upset with him to spite him)

he would patch up every bite he left on you with complete care, kissing over every bite gently

his favorite spot to bite you would be right under your jaw and ear, right by your artery, but he wouldnt bite there too often, out of fear of draining you too much due to the pressure

he would call the bite marks "little stars" he leaves on your skin

two.

go listen to this song

and tell me it isnt SO vampire wilbur coded because it so is. entirely is. (though its more him being afraid of hurting you as a vampire, since the song is gerard way being a vampire hunter) (also also the references to someone burning a church. sorrybur?)

[ragnarokhound]

TIM HAS THE KEYDJHRHDG THE KEY TO THE MUZZLE OH MY there’s something so. He wants Jason’s teeth in him. The vampire. Wants teeth in him. That means a completely different thing than it does to Jason. The act of biting… for Jason to partake in him… The rituals… - 🐺🦇

YEAH YOU'RE PICKING UP WHAT I'M PUTTING DOWN RRRRAGHGHHHHHHGHGHGH the rituals...they are intricate lmao

I adore this as a trope with vampires; with any other-ed monster really. The search for companionship amongst the ostracized, looking for someone who is the same as you...vampires wanting to be bitten is PEAK. It's validating, and equalizing. Hold me down and make me yours, it's been so long since someone could do that to me. Make me touchable. Touch me.

And OOF. for jason. As a werewolf, the biting is...hrf. it's the same but different. Tim bites to feed; he has to do it. Jason bites as. A weapon or an act of dominance; of love, and play. I'll hold you in my teeth and you'll know I love you because I could kill you, but I don't. It hurts, you'll bleed, it aches; but so do I, for you. HRRGH. once again i am unwell about this. don't even get me started on how the muzzle factors into that. the symbolic withholding followed by the release. fuck me up inside fjdsljfla

(HFF. ALSO. STOP ME IF I SOUND PRETENTIOUS JFLKDSJFSLDJF)

[befuddled-calico-whump]

you : gore warning ahead

us : yeah I sure hope it does

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We love gore art here

[bunnakit]

which upcoming shows are you most excited about this year?

UGH SO MANY, WE'RE BEING FED SO WELL so like, idk if all of these will come out this year. we know how things are, sometimes shit doesn't happen, but for recent announcements i'm most excited for...

SPARE ME YOUR MERCY 🌸

the scream i scrumpt when i saw sammon post about this on twitter. i absolutely cannot wait and i might wait until it's out to read the novel just because like with pit babe and the sign, i like going into things with no preconceived notions. but i just know it's gonna be TASTY.

MY GOLDEN BLOOD 🌸

oh i cannot wait to see joss carrying gawin like a fair maiden. my soul will ascend. i'm already obsessed with this and i hope its campy and emotional and everything we all want.

WANDEE GOODDAY 🌸

i finally get my beloved great sapol back. i think his smile will cure me. i do still live in fear of the behind the scenes shot of the clock and what p'yokee said about it tho. a lot of fear.

PROJECT VAMPIRE 🌸

between us was my first bl and i've missed bounprem ever since. boun looks fucking ethereal as a vampire and i like that this seems like it's going to take a darker route? i'm really interested in seeing how they do in that kind of environment - plus we get boss too!

PLUTO 🌸

i just know this is going to fuck me up and i can't wait. gorgeous gorgeous girls can have a little angsty twin fuckery as a treat. the plot is intriguing and namtan and film? oh i am so so gay.

[fuckmeyer]

I saw a post about racist Jasper stans bitching bc they’re not able to enjoy shitty J*sper content bc of tags or whatever lol and someone said: “What is there even to enjoy?”. I had to laugh and I thought if you bc it’s so true. Most Jasper content isn’t even that enjoyable. It’s mostly the same boring white-supremacist garbage that I’ve seen before; even the jalice stuff is played out.

The only J*sper content I enjoy is content where he is worshipping Maria, thinking about Maria, talking about Maria, loving Maria, doing anything for Maria tbh. Is that bad? XD I owe it to you and your writing! idk something about a 19/20 year old dumbass confederate falling madly in love with a native brown woman and literally seeing her as a god-like figure as she’s basically handing him his karma for his racist crimes sends me. Ppl act like he was this awesome person before Maria and that it’s her fault he’s gutter trash now with the C*llens but he was gutter trash BEFORE he met Maria. She honestly made him so much better, stronger and MUCH more interesting. She literally created the man these stans thirst over so much. She is the blueprint.

the thing anti-María Jalice stans don't get is, without María, you do not have Jasper. for everything Jasper is, María is the catalyst ❤️

canonically, all we know about Jasper Hale pre-change is 1) he was born in Texas, 2) faked his age to join the Confederate Army* where he became the youngest major in Texas, & 3) was persuasive

beyond that, María made Jasper into the man the fandom adores. you like that he's an empath? guess whose venom made him one. you like that he's a warmonger? guess whose war he fought for. you like that he has a troubled past? guess who put the trouble in it. you like that he's "soft" "empath" "baby" (tbh i don't see it but ok)? guess who made him want to be that way. you like that he's submissive to Alice? guess who broke him in first.

you want Jasper with Alice but wish the María era didn't exist? lol just say you want the hot faceless Confederate to get with the psychic Mississippian & go

as for me, MARÍA ALL DAY BAYBEEEEE

here we have a woman who has suffered all her life at the hands of colonizers. born "1800s or earlier," we can suppose she has firsthand experience with colonization (at least Napoleon's invasion) & lived through Mexico's War of Independence. i.e., she has a deep familiarity with what it means to have your way of life ripped from you by invaders. PLUS she was a victim of Benito's army in the Southern Vampire Wars; her entire coven including her mate was killed.

& despite her losses, she rallied to take back her land & drive out her oppressors. baseline, she is a strong, cunning, powerful indigenous woman with a deep love for her community and her people. HOT

now let's look at Jasper, a bright leader in the Civil War who suffered defeat at the hands of the Union army. yes, María changed him. but did she force him to stay? to go to war? the newborn vamp with the strength & speed to overcome a "grown" vamp chose not to do so. the empath with the power to make anyone disregard him chose not to use it. some say María was "abusive" & "manipulative," but few acknowledge that Jasper had a choice.

why didn't Jasper leave? because he's submissive to anyone more powerful than him. because he was a loser. because the Southern Vampire Wars gave him a second chance at victory. because "empath" or no, he wanted to play war & win.

that's what's compelling about Jasper/María. as wrong as Jasper was for fighting for the Confederacy, he believed he was fighting for the same thing as she. he saw his way of life destroyed by "invaders" & fought back. it's a sick & twisted parallel between oppressor & oppressed that becomes subverted as their relationship goes on... & one that can heal them both.

María's experience with colonizers gives her a visceral picture of what it means to be oppressed... but her relationship with Jasper gives her the victory & emotional reflection she needs to move on. Jasper's military training gives him the hunger & knowledge for war... but his "curse" of empathy provides him with the tools he needs to recognize & address the horrors of his problematic past & move on.

tbh, i find Jasper & María are perfectly suited for a delicious character-driven narrative. Maria's story is that of a traumatized indigenous woman on a path from colonization to decolonization, & the sacrifices & destruction she endures realize that vision. Jasper's story is that of a troubled man on the path from self-hate to self-love, & what it means to undo the societal teachings/traumas & forge a life of empathy & forgiveness.

& that is something Alice alone can never give Jasper.

tl;dr all hail Queen María

[lordoftherazzles]

For the wip game, Where The Shadows?

Hello, hello, Anon!! Sorry for the late response, but thank you so much for the ask!!

I haven't started working on the next chapter of this fic (which is fine), but I can tell you where we're going!!

We're going to see more development of Bilbo as a monster slayer, learning of heritage and actual skills. Just as we'll see more development in the background plot of reclaiming Thorin's throne from Azog.

Upcoming!

Arkenstone

Smaug

More Thranduil shenanigans

Other supernatural creatures

History between Tooks and Durins

Bilbo's family (YEAAAHHH THE TOOKS)

And of course, fluff...probably some spice... 👀

[firebuug]

I scrolled to hell and further in your blog and saw the "tos sexyman post". You're very real for choosing the mafioso, but imo the vampire is the sexiest, just raw male appeal. He gets all the bitches and I can tell. Anyways cya!!

[kylermalloy]

I was so sad when they dropped the marcel being most powerful plot, even more so when they showed us that he could compel the originals! It would have been amazing to see marcel use that on klaus

Oh hey I lost this in my drafts it still exists!

Ugh, the missed opportunities. Season 3 completely upended the status quo of the show—not only were the Mikaelsons not in New Orleans anymore, they weren’t wanted by anyone. And to top it off, the factions who did live there had the power to keep them out. Marcel could infect them, compel them—everything Klaus and Elijah always held over him and the vampires.

Season 4, even if they did have to return to New Orleans (and why wouldn’t they? It’s the heart of the show) had the chance to make things fundamentally different.

…but of course they didn’t. Marcel immediately agrees to let the Mikaelsons come back—because Hope is in danger—and no longer feels the need to bite any of them. Although they continue to do whatever questionable things the plot needs them to.

So basically in season 4, Marcel and Klaus slide right back into the dynamic they had for seasons 1, 2, and the majority of 3. You have to wonder, if their relationship was so easily repaired, then why were we so worried in the season 3 finale?

I hate this. I hate it a lot. There’s no narrative weight to Marcel having power over the Mikaelsons. He doesn’t keep them in check. He doesn’t threaten to bite or compel to keep them in line.

Marcel’s venom is used as a plot point, but it’s never actually Marcel who wants to use it on anyone. Instead we get plot-related shenanigans of random or dead characters trying to use Marcel’s venom. So why did it matter that it was Marcel’s venom?! It’s stupid, and pointless, and I hate it!

A plot in which Marcel would have to compel Klaus…interesting… I would be real curious to see what that plot would entail. Would it be a necessity? Would Klaus hate it? Fight it? Would Marcel be gleeful about it? Very serious? Sad? Many possibilities for angst!

[panda-writes-kpop]

anon ask game!! you're not one of us!! its one of my faves :)

Link to ask game

Link to fic mentioned

Thank you for sending something in, anon, and I'm so glad that you enjoy that fic! 🥰

Inspiration - I got my inspiration from one of the first scenes of the BEcause MV where JiU is in that waitress-type outfit. I always thought that she looked like someone who would work in a bakery or coffee shop, so I decided to write about it! I also had gotten a request for Vampire! JiU, so I stuck the two ideas together, and thus You're Not One of Us was created!

Idol - No, there's no way I'd ever consider writing another idol for a concept like this. I think JiU's sweet and goofy charms fit the direction of the fic perfectly.

Interest - My favorite part of this fic is when the reader first interacts with JiU. It's really cute and wholesome, plus it's a bit of a twist on the meet-cute trope. Also the reader's internal dialogue during this section is quite literally what I think about every time when JiU posts a new picture lol.

Imitation - Shameless plug to a sequel that was already requested, written, and posted!

Issues - I wish I would've made that fic about 500-1000 words longer because I feel like there were moments or thoughts that could've been expanded on more. Yet again, I'm not going to be too hard on myself since that was one of the first "longer" fics that I wrote. Everything before then was mostly headcannons and reactions.

Impressive - Can I answer with the whole fic??? It's so cute and fluffy! I don't tend to re-read my own works after I post them, but I find that I do come back to this one sometimes because of how loved it makes me feel! 💞 JiU really is so kind towards the reader, and it makes my heart melt.

Intoxicating - JiU hitting the guy with a chair. I have yet to decide if anything I've ever written from that point on has been so funny and random yet fitting for the characterization of the idol. I'll have to get back with you on that one, but this is definitely the part that I am addicted to the most.

Insight - I'd definitely make the fic longer, as I mentioned above. Maybe I'd include more idol characters too, since it's heavily implied in both this fic and the sequel that there are more vampires out there than just JiU. Even JiU herself says that the vampires that she knows and lives with will accept Y/N just the way they are!

Feel free to request more fics more me to talk about! 🥰 Hope all of my dearest pearls are doing well. 💜

[kisakis-boyfriend]

on my knees begging and sobbing for more freminet content

maybe afab!freminet x vampire!reader ??? owo

Freminet x vampire reader

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, vampire!reader, sub/bottom!Freminet, trans Freminet, consuming blood, biting, hair pulling, eating out, fluff

Genre/Format: Smut; Headcannons & scenarios

Author's Note: As usual, Freminet is 20+ — Woohoo more vampire HCs!! I hope you enjoy these, dear anon :D

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Oh this little cutie...he's so so shy and timid, you truly want to eat him up

Vampires are predators, and the way that Freminet instinctually tried to escape when your sharp fangs went to pierce his skin for the first time set your own instincts in motion

Whenever you both felt a bit more playful he would take advantage of these instincts:

“Run all you like, little one. We both know who's faster~” You purred dangerously, stalking after your beloved as he turned the corner in your large abode. Running down yet another hallway with his heart pounding in his eardrums from the excitement of this little game you both liked to play. The familiar clicking of your footsteps on the wooden floors pulled his full attention behind him, though the human had no time to react as a strong hand reached out and yanked his frail body backwards by his hair

“See? I told you running was useless. What will you do now, darling?” Freminet always found your voice extra sexy when you hunted and inevitably caught him, whimpering as your breath fanned against his sensitive ears

The human grasped at your arm, begging for you to claim what was rightfully yours. “Ah! N-no please...I'm sorry...I'll let you bite me, I-I promise I'll b-be good now...” Freminet stammered, pressing back against your chest

While the young blond was fearful when you first met, he soon grew to adore you just as much as you adored him

The way you treat him gently and kindly, helping him during conversations when his social anxiety acts up, sends his heart aflutter

Freminet viewed himself as weak and even useless sometimes, but you knew that those things weren't true. You helped him speak of himself a bit more kindly, praising his efforts and ingraining positivity into his pretty little head whenever possible

The human was especially insecure about what existed in between his legs, or rather...what didn't

But, as usual, you couldn't have that. What kind of lover would you be if you let your darling think of himself so poorly?

“Oooohh~ Oh y/n... d-don't tease me like– Ah!” Freminet gasped as your lips connected with the fragile skin on his thigh again. Another bruise blooming on the surface from your harsh sucking

“Sorry, baby. I can't help it, I just love your thighs so much~” You whispered against his skin, trailing feather-soft kisses upwards until you reached the area around his entrance, giving his cunt a few kitten licks while he mewled in embarrassment

Freminet bucked into your mouth as you began licking and sucking on his sensitive pussy, lapping up the slick dripping out the longer you teased him. Using your thumb and forefinger to spread his lips apart, your tongue dipped fully inside of your lover's heat, penetrating him as a moan escaped your lips. It was a well known fact that human blood tasted delicious, or else your kind wouldn't so eagerly feed from them, but who knew that a human's other fluids could taste this good too?

“Mmm~ Angel, you are so amazing. You know that?” The compliment caught Freminet by surprise, earning a squeak of embarrassment in return while he turned his head to the side as an attempt to hide the growing blush on his freckled cheeks. The reaction caused you to chuckle, swiftly returning to devouring the adorable man's pussy, using your fingers to pinch and rub at the puffy clit just above his entrance. Your tongue continued exploring the wet hole long after Freminet had cum, graciously tasting every drop that he provided for you, even as painfully pleasant overstimulation kicked in

Human blood is similar to any food or drink that they would consume; everyone has their own distinct flavor profile, even amongst the same blood type

Freminet's blood is crisp, refreshing, and slightly cooler than most humans' tend to be (perhaps due to his cryo affinity?)

Though he is a more timid individual, he oh so enjoys your feeding sessions. Sometimes he even begs you to bite down or suck harder, clawing at your back and leaving angry red scratches on your skin

The aphrodisiac that vampires inject with their bite turns Freminet into the most adorable whimpering mess, begging to take your cock as if he needs it to survive

And you happily give into his desires~

If Freminet begs you to pound him against the wall or bend him over something, you do just that

If Freminet begs you to fill his cunt with cum until it's gushing out around your dick, you do just that

If Freminet begs you to pull his hair, slap him, spank him, or spit on/in him, you do just that

Your human is just too precious. You're always trying to indulge in his kinky requests, eager to be a good master for the boy

Especially because, after it's all over, you're the one who gets to soothe him. Singing his praises while you caress his darling little body, kissing him breathless while his pretty blue eyes flutter closed, falling into a content deep sleep

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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Vampire!Buck munching on cardboard because it feels kinda good

Eddie: Wtf are you doing Buck?

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Well that had just put a big smile on my face thank you - and now beloved anon I hope you read this and enjoy (based in same universe as my recent vamp! Buck fic.

“Can I have this?”

Eddie looks over his shoulder to see Buck holding up the box that Christopher’s new trainers got delivered in.

It’s an innocent enough request Buck must need to post something, so he says yes. Why wouldn’t he, it’s good to recycle after all.

It’s odd though because he spots it the next time he’s at Buck’s loft in the recycling bin. It’s definitely the same one because it has the same logo on it. Except it now has several dozen little puncture marks along the edges. Odd but not anything particularly worrying.

Except he finds the same puncture marks on not one but two boxes in the storage closet at the station the following week and then again in a cereal box in his own recycling bin. That one’s been shoved down to the bottom but the wind caught him as he was carrying it all out to the bins so he ended up collecting cardboard and paper from his front yard and staring at the now familiar marks in his own cereal box that he knew he hadn’t put there. It can’t be mice, the bite marks are too big, and that’s what they are bite marks. It looks like a cat has been chewing along the edge, he doesn’t have a cat though. What he does have is a vampire for a boyfriend. A theory starts to form along with a plan to get to the bottom of this little mystery.

He starts leaving out more boxes at home and at Buck’s, also at work to test the theory.

It’s not untill he’s letting himself into Buck’s loft that he gets to the bottom of it. As he walks in he catches sight of Buck behind his kitchen island, the door opening has his boyfriend jumping half way into the sky and spinning so his back is to the door. He had something in his hand. Eddie just catches the sound of something firm but not heavy hitting the ground as Buck turns back around, the perfect picture of guilt.

Trying not to sound too amused he asks his boyfriend casually“what ya doing?”

“Nothing.”

Eddie is well versed in “Buck” and that nothing was definitely a something.

He wanders over until he’s on the same side of the island and he’s looking down at their feet while Buck is looking anywhere but.

On the floor between them is a cardboard box. Eddie stares at his competition.

“Well I can’t say I’d expected to be replaced by the recycling.”

Buck pushes his shoulder with a roll of his eyes and a quiet “shut up” He’s a delightful shade of pink so he must have fed recently.

“Is this another stupid diet?”

Eddie manages to keep a straight face and is rewarded with the reaction he’d hoped for.

“Fuck off! That was a food plan!”

Eddie gives into the grin. “Sure thing baby, and the cardboard is???”

“I just like it ok. It feels good, fun. I like punching the little holes”

Eddie almost loses it when Buck makes a little biting gesture to demonstrate.

“Do you now?”

“Yeah.” Buck shrugs half a smile on his face, “I like making patterns. “

Eddie nods with an amused pout as he starts to unpack the shopping he’d brought over so they could cook, “ok then, don’t let me stop you, nibble away Picasso. ”

Buck scoops to pick up the box and toses it towards the recycling. “You’re hilarious- really”

“At least I know what to get you for Christmas this year.” Eddie smirks at the response.

“Don’t you dare!”

He does dare and gets his ridiculous adorable vampire boyfriend a range of cardboard boxes of various sizes, types and construction for Christmas. Buck pulls a face and throws a pillow at him when he opens his gift but his eyes light up anyway and he starts a range of experiments that keep him happy for hours as he works through the different textures to find out which ones are his favourite.

Eddie watches with a fond and indulgent smile. Chris shakes his head in despair and Buck with a delighted grin finally declares that a medium weight corrugated cardboard provides the superior biting experience by far; at least in terms of cardboard.

He makes it perfectly clear later that his top favourite thing to bite is still Eddie.