#vampire asmodeus

[tears0fsatan]

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✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... suggestive! below sixteen, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dead dove do not eat, implied m!reader, vampire!asmodeus, gore, cannibalism question mark (he's a vampire does it really count as cannibalism), blood, mild dub con

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... welcome to the start of my horror mini series! kicking it off with something that has had me gripping the bars of my enclosure like the animal i am! i loveee unsettling asmo and cannibalism as a metaphor for devotion and so why not combine the two am i right (can u believe that all the dialogue in this actually came from the game.. they should make asmo deranged more often)

 #﹏𖣠  ㅤ HEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLIST ㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

the moments leading up to the cute, pink-haired vampire making himself comfortable on your lap while your body remained frozen still were a blur. all you could remember was a soft, coquettish mumble asking for your help before a dizzying embrace and the current predicament you found yourself in.

"hehe," asmodeus giggled breathlessly, looking up at you with wet puppy eyes you never realised looked so sinister up until that very moment, "i need you to help me satiate my hunger." time felt as though it came to a halt, the haunting words ringing in your head as your mind ran wild.

perhaps asmodeus could see the fear swimming in your eyes for he let out another sweet giggle which, under different circumstances, you would've found charming, but all it did now was send a shiver down your spine. a strange shine flashed in his eyes, the kind of gleam he usually got whenever he got excited over a new plaything, only in this instance, you had become his new object of interest.

"i want your blood so bad i can't stand it! you're the only one who can do anything about that!" the vampire whined, putting on that faux, innocent tone you had grown used to. "your skin is so tender, so fragile… like this spot here," his fingers brushed against the crook of your neck, the feather light touch leaving goosebumps in their wake, "it's so soft and supple." the words came out in the form of a whisper, masking the horrifying meaning behind an intimate and gentle front.

"if i were to sink my teeth into it, i wonder what sort of noises you'd make…?" there was a heavy implication beneath the teasing question, though whether asmodeus was hinting towards something obscene or something dangerous was unknown to you.

"hehe, if I get overexcited and take so much of your blood that it kills you, sorry in advance, okay?" he giggled before bending forward with practiced grace to bite into the junction of your neck and shoulder, accurately landing directly on your jugular vein. the hollow words offered you no comfort, much less the teasing hilt the sentence ended on.

then before you knew it, he was there, nestled on your lap with his pouty lips attached to your neck where he ate his fill, hands gripping your shoulders like they were a vice and the only thing keeping him grounded with you. the only noise in the room that could be heard was the loud slurping from the vampire, fervently suckling on your neck like a starved man, not letting even a single drop of your blood slip past.

you tasted so sweet, better than any other prey he had caught before and he craved more. asmodeus's eyes often wandered to your chest, staring intently at the flesh that came between him and your beating heart. he wondered how your heart would taste, freshly ripped out from your warm body, if the lump of muscle would continue to beat even when harshly taken out of it's home. he daydreamed about how the thick, warm, saccharine blood would feel sliding down his throat, sucking you dry of every ounce of life.

the blood that very heart of yours produced had been the most addictive thing he'd ever tried, and the vampire had been alive long enough to try out all sorts of things. from the very moment he walked by you and caught a whiff of your heavenly scent, he knew he had found his new plaything for the meantime. there was something different about you, something that set you apart from the other humans he had hunted and consumed.

he couldn't get enough of you, pliant in his hold and yet the heat in your gaze slowly shifting from fear to defiance. it was all so adorable to the vampire, no matter how hard you tried to fight against his magic, it was inevitable. it was refreshing so see someone attempt to fight against his magic rather than accept their fate. the thought of that alone was enough to have asmodeus shuddering in response, his hips subconsciously rolled against your thigh. hell, he wanted nothing more than to rip you apart, to savour the taste of your flesh on his tongue like you were the main course at some lavish restaurant, made and served all for him.

he wanted to scavenge through your organs, find out which part of you tasted the best and what tasted the worst, if it were possible. asmodeus was thoroughly convinced no part of you could taste bad, be it finger or liver.

he detached himself from your neck with a loud 'pop!' and sat up to face you, shifting his hips backwards ever so slightly so he could get a better look at your face. though he did his best to not let any blood slip by, he was unable to stop the blood from coating the lower half of his face.

an unsettling grin took over his face, his bloody mouth on full display for you to see. a couple small drops of blood trickled down from his fangs, the rest of his teeth coated in a light sheen of blood, which only served to make asmodeus look all the more unnerving. the vampire usually emitted a radiating beauty that often left people speechless and questioning whether he was really a human or not, had it not been for his pupils that turned into slits and his irises that had a faint glow, reminding you all too well that the person sitting on your lap was far from human.

a groan escaped your mouth as your surroundings began to spin, the sound of your heart pumping excessively to replenish the blood you had forcibly stolen for you echoed in your ears and only served to make you feel dizzier. it took all your strength to keep your eyes open, to watch his long tongue flicked out of his mouth to lap up the surrounding blood. it was far more erotic than it should've been, the flush covering his face, the satisfied smirk on his lips, the half lidded eyes watching your every movement as though he was bewitched by you, it all didn't help the growing problem in your nether regions.

it was shameful really, how you felt turned on from the very monster who feasted on you like you were nothing more than an insignificant being. what was even more shameful and concerning was the fact that you didn't care as much as you should have.

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 Someone brought it up on Twitter and now it's been rattling around in my head.

But thinking back to early Obey Me days and the vampire event where the boys became vampires and wanted to bite MC... Someone proposed what if it was MC that became a vampire instead, and got to bite the boys.

(🔞 minors dni. Just the brothers, warnings for obvious vamp biting with blood mentions, getting horny from said bites, dry humping/grinding, cumming from being bitten, etc)

Just imagining being the first to bite the prideful Lucifer. He's trying to keep up the façade that he's in charge, infallible and stoic. But the second your fangs are in him, he can barely keep his head straight from the rush of endorphins. Can't stop his eyes from rolling back, the way his body heats up beneath you, and everything is extra sensitive to your touch. Face is flushed, breathy little pants coming from his mouth, and his eyes are hot and heavy like sweet lava flow. It even takes him a moment to realize that the sweet low moan filling the air isn't yours, but his. You know he's enjoying himself when his arms tightly wrap around your waist, holding you close as you lap at the bite marks, the lack of space making his erection glaringly obvious (plus the little rolls of his hips that he simply can't control~). Everything in his body language is screaming how he wants you. And don't mistake it, that thirst was present well before your fangs ever touched his skin. But all it took was opening the gate and it all comes flooding out.

Or being the first to bite Mammon, the excitable and slightly jumpy greedy tsundere. It may take a lot of convincing, but if you make him a pretty good deal, he might be willing to let you get a taste. And oh is he happy that he accepted your offer, because where he was once greedy for money, now he's only greedy for you. It's almost too easy for him to get lost in the pleasure of your bite. He's loud, whiny, but he's simply overwhelmed by how good it all feels. He'd likely be embarrassed if he knew how loud he was being. He gets that same rush of heat and fervor and the second you disconnect from him, he's stripping his clothes as fast as possible— both to cool himself down, and because he doesn't want any obstacles should things go any further. And oh the lack of clothes tells you exactly how much he's enjoying the bite, and that he's very willing to return the pleasure if you're interested.

Biting Leviathan for the first time is loud, intense, and full of nerves, but you truthfully don't expect anything different from the third-born. He's a ball of nerves before the bite, sweating bullets, talking a mile a minute, and looking like he'll run out of the room at any second. But once you bite him, he's practically limp under you, eyes hazy and filled with pleasure. It's only if you try to pull away that he can finally grasp you, beg you not to stop just yet. He's hooked on the euphoria and having you so close to him. He can't stop the way his fingers hold onto your thighs or hips, the rhythmic grinding of his pelvis against yours. And there's no mistaking what happened when a beautiful, overwhelming shudder takes over him, accompanied by his low keen and sudden wetness between the legs. Just don't mention it, otherwise all his remaining blood will be focused on making him blush in embarrassment.

You're a brave soul to try to bite Satan for the first time. But if you label it in the interest of research and studies, he folds surprisingly quick at the offer. Of course, he has everything he needs beforehand, towelettes, a comfy pillow, as well as fluids and some snacks to deal with post-blood-loss issues. It's almost funny how seriously he's taking everything, sitting upright in a seat and having you sit in his lap. Embarrassing, but effective for getting up close. He starts you with a bite on his wrist, and when that goes well, he's fine with graduating you further up his arm until you reach his neck. His face is flushed but otherwise schooled well; if it wasn't for the persistent boner pressing up against you, you'd say he was unaffected. But really, he's just thinking about how to prolong your presence here, and perhaps how to turn the tables and return the pleasure.

Who could forget giving Asmodeus his first bite? Biting him is everything a vampire bite is expected to be; it's passionate, it's sensual, hot, intimate, and dramatic. No one has ever accused Asmo of being quiet, and that's no different once you bite him. He's loud, but it's genuine, lips trembling as he does his best to hold onto his mind. He's no stranger to pleasurable things, but even this is a different experience for him, doing his best to keep a steady mind, even if his hips start to move on their own and his sensitive erection is driving him nuts rubbing up against you. After all, it's rude for him to get lost in the sauce before he can return the favor, especially when all he wants to do is pounce on you now thanks to the adrenaline. But wow if you're not making it difficult on him...

It's quite an experience for both you and Beel when you first bite him. To the untrained eye, Beel often appears unaffected by things with little emotional reaction. However, there's no hiding the flush in his cheeks as he let's you bite him, or the way his strong arms hold you close to him. Biting him is quite an experience for you too, as the varied diet rich in different meats means a lot of nutrients. He's not sure if he'd like you to bite him again, at least like that. He's unsure about how hot and needy he felt during and after the bite, more than a little embarrassed by his pressing need tenting his shorts. Honestly, he never expected to feel that way being bitten. But it was still a new experience and as long as you let him give some bites of his own, he's still happy to have tried it with you. And once it's over, he can spend his time with you on replenishing lost nutrients with some snacks and relaxing with you.

Biting Belphegor is not quite a chill as you expect, but it's not the worst it could be. Of the seven brothers, he may be the most hesitant about it, surprisingly, but he likes the idea of one on one time with you, especially doing something so seemingly intimate. Once there's a protective cover down (so his favorite pillow doesn't get stained, of course), he prefers for you to bite him while in bed, holding you close like a body pillow. You may need to start slow, nibbles and half bites on his wrist, but eventually he may let you bite his neck. Once you're there, he's a lost cause. It's a wonderful mix of heat and sleepiness, his always-tired brain wanting to drift off into the bliss your bite provides— though another, much more insistent part of him wants to chase after the lust pumping through his veins. He gets a little whiny afterwards, blaming you for this feeling (and is he wrong?), but the advantage of him holding you close to begin with means it's easy to get carried away in making up for the mess you've made.

[frogcoven99]

Happy Pride Month! 🥳🏳️‍🌈

[another-lost-mc]

No-pressure Vampire AU idea: how about the brothers feeding on MC (consensually) a little too enthusiastically that they take longer than usual to wake up from the blood loss, causing the brothers to freak out and panic a little before MC eventually calms them down? You don’t have to write for all the brothers if you don’t want to. Thank you!!

I tried to keep the angst light-ish on this one. It focuses on the dynamics of poly!MC and the vampire brothers instead. All of them make an appearance in this but it's very Mammon/Levi/Asmo-centric.

[Vampire!DEMON BROTHERS x gn!Reader, 2.4k words, nsfw, hurt/comfort. Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, aftercare (and lack of), pet names, masturbation, poly!MC (they/them pronouns).] ♫ [ song rec: sweet dreams ] | more from the vampire!au

Mammon, Leviathan, and Asmodeus have been in your room since they returned from their trip. The brothers were gone for nearly a week because Diavolo pulled them away from the Devildom metropolis citing official duties that required their presence.

Lucifer was considerate and gave you plenty of advanced notice before their departure. His warning before these trips is a courtesy for his brothers as much as it is for you. You scheduled your daily blood donations accordingly; by the time they were ready to leave, you gave each of the brothers two blood bags to tide them over for the week-long excursion.

The brothers returned two days early, and the first thing they did was bring you home. You stayed at Purgatory Hall while they were gone so you weren't lonely without their company. As soon as they saw you, all the brothers complained you reeked of angels and the soggy old wizard.

Mammon, Levi, and Asmo were quick to claim your attention for themselves, but first you needed to do something about the unwelcome scents of others that lingered on your skin. They waited in your room while you showered in your private bathroom. Even after you scrubbed your skin with the body wash Asmo gave you, they still insisted you smelled funny. You refused to take any more showers after the third one and told them to deal with it.

It'll be impossible for you to smell like anything except for the three brothers now. You had your (last) shower nearly an hour ago, and you've been sitting back-to-chest with Mammon with his arms wrapped around your waist. His chin is hooked over your shoulder while he watches the television screen. Levi sits at your feet and leans back against your legs while you play games together, and Asmo is sprawled on the bed beside you with his head in your lap.

It's cozy and affectionate and warm, but the air grows thick with anticipation when the first signs of bloodlust start to take hold of them. Mammon's nose tickles your neck as he scents you; if he's trying to be sneaky, he's doing a poor job of it. Levi's focus on the game wavers because he glances at you over his shoulder mid-match; he doesn't even flinch when he loses the third game in a row. Asmo's low purr rumbles in his chest as he massages the soft flesh of your thighs.

You tap Levi's shoulder with the gamepad so he can put it back on your desk, and Mammon turns off the TV and tosses the remote aside. Asmo sits up and kneels next to you on the bed. You feel a bit like prey when they all stare at you with unmistakable hunger in their eyes. They appear more monstrous than usual, but there's overwhelming love and adoration in their stares, too—you've never felt anything like it before, and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Feeding multiple brothers at once doesn't normally take much preparation; they haven't fought about who gets to bite where in a long time. You shimmy closer to the edge of the bed so that Levi has more space to settle between your thighs. Asmo pulls a bottle of nail polish out of his pocket and grins as he reaches for your hand. He kisses each of your fingertips before he starts painting your nails. Mammon takes off his shirt and presses himself against your back again; you melt in his arms so he can support your weight.

You wince Mammon and Levi bite you at the same time, but pleasure seeps into your veins as they start to feed. Warmth and love and desire wash over you, and you close your eyes with a quiet sigh. The world seems to slip away and all you know is them.

Mammon moans into your ear as he drinks. He intersperses greedy pulls of blood with soft kisses against your throat, and his tongue flicks across the punctures he made before he drinks again. His hands slide under your shirt and rest possessively over your belly.

Asmo hums quietly beside you while he paints your nails, and he purses his lips to blow across the wet polish. He's so gentle as he turns your hand over in his, and his fangs drag teasingly across your wrist. He pierces your skin and groans loudly at the first gush of blood across his tongue. He nuzzles affectionately against your palm when you curl your fingers around his cheek.

(When the polish on that hand is dry, he gets off the bed and sits on your other side so he can repeat the process with your other hand.)

Levi is the loudest out of his brothers; you can hear the hungry, wet slurping noises he makes from between your legs. His hands are wrapped around your thighs to steady you, and he tickles your bare skin with his fingers as he feeds. It's not long before you feel the rough sensation of scales against your skin as his tail slides up your calf and wraps around your leg.

You gasp softly when three pairs of fangs finally pull away from your skin. The air reeks of blood and musk from their arousal and your own, but you feel dizzy and all you want to do right now is take a nap. You shake your head when Mammon asks if you want a recovery potion before you rest, and he helps lay you down. He smiles when you fall asleep within moments of resting against the pillow.

The three brothers glance at each other awkwardly and pretend they're not all rock-hard in their pants. They share your blood and your body, but they accept that their carnal desires will have to wait until tomorrow.

Levi scurries away first so he can take care of something in his room. Asmo saunters away towards his own room citing a similar excuse.

Mammon waits until they're both gone before he gets up from the bed carefully; he doesn't want to disturb you. He has a quick shower in your ensuite bathroom and jerks himself off. It doesn't take long for him to come, not with your scent in his nose and warm, sticky blood coating the inside of his mouth. He bites his fist to muffle his shout as he paints the shower tiles with his release.

After his shower, he dries off quickly and throws his sweatpants back on. He settles into the bed next to you, and the mattress dips when his brothers quietly return and tuck themselves into your bed too.

Mammon wakes up early the next morning. You're still asleep and laying on your side facing him. Asmo is plastered against your back, and Levi is curled at your feet with an arm draped over your legs.

Something warm and sticky drips onto Mammon's arm underneath your head, and he flicks your cheek playfully without opening his eyes. "Hey, don'tcha get your drool on me, now," he whispers, but he frowns when he smells the metallic tang of copper in the air. He glances at his arm and realizes it's not drool dripping onto him, but blood.

He's wide-awake in an instant when he realizes you must still be bleeding from the night before. He pulls you into his arms and rolls you onto your back so he can look at you properly. He panics when he realizes the small wounds on your neck from his fangs haven't healed. You're not breathing normally either and fuck, you look awful.

"Babe, wake up," he says, tapping your cheek lightly. You don't respond and he smacks your cheek again, a bit harder. "C'mon, wake up, please."

Asmo stirs behind you and sits up with a yawn, but the sleepy haze in his eyes fades quickly when he sees the horrified look on Mammon's face. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, they won’t wake up.” Mammon replies shakily. "Yo, Levi!"

Levi jerks at the foot of the bed and looks around bleary-eyed at the frantic shout of his name. "Huh?" he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

Asmo leans over you and inspects the open wound on your neck, and his breath hitches when he realizes that your wrists don't look any better. "You need to check your bite," Asmo tells Levi, and the room grows thick with tension as all three brothers realize there's something very wrong.

Levi scrambles into action at the tone in his brother's voice, and he tugs the blankets down so he can inspect your thigh. He panics when he sees it's barely healed at all. "I—I don't understand, it's never like this afterwards." He wipes away the thin trail of blood oozing from one of the puncture wounds, but it stays dry for only a few moments before it starts bleeding again.

Mammon glances at his brothers worriedly. "They didn't drink any potions after we finished. I figured they drank some in the other room after they showered."

It wasn't unusual for you to drink a recovery potion to prepare for a heavy feeding session. Their mistake was assuming you did—no one saw you drink anything before or after they fed from you. If you were too tired after, one of them would've helped you.

Why the hell did none of them think to ask?

Why didn't they insist you drink one even after you refused?

Asmo slides off the bed and digs around in your nightstand where you keep your recovery kit, but it's empty. "Damn it," Asmo curses under his breath. "I'll go get some. Keep trying to wake them up," he tells Mammon hurriedly as he rushes from the room.

Mammon maneuvers you carefully and props you up in a pile of pillows against the headboard. Your nightstand is lacking recovery potions, but you have plenty of bandages in your private bathroom. He cleans the skin around your bite marks and covers them with gauze, and he bites his lip to keep it from quivering. He takes care of the wounds on your neck and wrists while Levi tends to the bite on your leg. They work together in strained silence.

You start to regain consciousness as they're tidying up the ripped bandage wrappers and bloody towels. Levi will swear later on that he and Mammon were both crying tears of relief. He covers his red, tear-stained face with his arm and sniffles pitifully; he's just glad you're okay.

You're woozy from blood loss and your speech is a bit slurred, but you try to answer Mammon's questions as best you can. You're not in pain exactly, but you're still tired and light-headed.

Levi paces nervously at the foot of your bed while Mammon sits beside you and holds your hand. He hates how sickly you look and how weak your hand feels in his. Guilt swirls in the pit of his stomach because he knows it's their fault.

Mammon finally hears footsteps rush down the hallway outside your room, and it sounds like Asmo brought company. There's a sharp intake of breath when the door opens. Lucifer steps inside first and Asmo follows behind him. The other siblings give them space and linger in the doorway.

Mammon's not sure what's scarier right now: Lucifer's icy glare of disappointment, Satan's scowl of barely-contained rage, or Beel and Belphie's muttered threats that promise excruciating pain. Mammon waves Asmo over to the bed—he'll deal with his brothers later, after you're taken care of.

Asmo sits on the edge of the bed and uncorks a small bottle that he tips into your mouth. "I'm glad you're awake," he whispers tearfully. "I'm so sorry." He wipes away a trickle of the clear fluid that dribbles down your chin before he leans forward and hugs you. You attempt to smile at him reassuringly, but it looks more like a grimace.

Lucifer glances between each of his brothers who squirm under his scrutiny, but his gaze lingers on you the longest. He's never seen you look so worn out, and he's seething inside that his brothers' neglect did this to you.

Asmo explained what happened after he nearly collided with Lucifer in the hallway earlier: you didn't drink any recovery potions before or after their feeding, and they didn't check on you properly during the night. Lucifer knows you'll try and blame yourself for this, but responsibility for your care ultimately falls to them. Perhaps you should know better, but they should too.

It doesn't take long for the potion to take effect. Your eyes are already a bit brighter and more focused, and you start to look a little embarrassed about what's happened.

Lucifer plans to come back later and help care for you personally, but first he needs to have words with his brothers. "I'd like to see the three of you in the dining room. Your brothers can take care of things here," he tells the trio hovering near your bed. "In the meantime, the next seven days will be dry for everyone."

The week-long ban that prevents you from feeding them in any way—directly or through blood donation—is met with mixed reactions. Lucifer and Satan look a little smug since they rationed your blood bags from the trip and still have some left over; Mammon, Levi, Asmo, and Belphie have nothing left of theirs; and Beel looks the most horrified since he consumed both of your blood bags before he even left the city nearly a week ago.

"Are—are you sure that's necessary?" you ask weakly as you try to sit up straighter in bed. Mammon tries to push you back against the pillows and urges you to relax. "It was an accident, I don't blame them at all."

Lucifer's eyes soften when he looks at you, because you always put their needs and desires above your own well-being—but today, he won't allow it. His brothers skitter away from the bed as he steps forward, and he strokes your cheek gently with the back of his gloved fingers.

"Your presence is a gift to us, and sometimes we all need to be reminded not to take you for granted." He wishes he could bend down and kiss the pout away from your lips, but the others are hovering nearby; he offers you a small, private smile instead.

"Take this time to rest and focus on regaining your strength," he suggests. His fangs peek out behind his lip when his smile sharpens. He leans down close to your ear and whispers darkly and full of promise, "You'll need it."

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[ynkfva]

Ugh i suppose i really do have a type

PRETTY BOYS

[little-noko]

And here is a brand new deskmat design I made on a whim that @alainaprana just had to follow through with my idea X'D. I've always loved Godzilla and don't know why I never drew the big boy. The main inspiration for this one is how crocodile are sometimes covered with butterflies but this time it's just big old Mothra~

As for Astarion ? Who doesn't like a nice vampire~

Godzilla and Mothra

Astarion BG3

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus

Art(c) @little-noko & @alainaprana Monsterverse(c) Universal Studio BG3(c) Larian Studio Helluva Boss(c) Vivienne Medrano

[th30sstuff]

I'M OBSESSED

[noecoded]

#ASMO: if i get overexcited & take so much of ur blood that it kills u, sorry in advance, ok?

[sunvisetrip]

GERMAN SUPLEX= Declaration of One's Potential Life Partner💘

[mageofseven]

ITS ME ONCE AGAIN, HELLOOO

After the vampire event, I'm thinking about like what if MC was the vampire? Thus, here I am

"Vamp!MC asks the Boys if they will let Vamp!MC feed on them."

Mammon ilysm and the Nestling With Birdie series is so good omg

Edit: This took three days to write so despite down below how I mention the Boys, sadly I was only able to give you the Brothers. Sorry, my ADD was fighting me so this is all I have to show for it 😅

I hope you like it anyway.

~

Oooo ok nice idea. I sadly never got to finish that event but I love vampires~

Also awww, I'm glad you like Birdie's series so much hehe 🤭

Okay so I'll write this with these assumptions:

Bites do not turn the Boys. Maybe this a human strain of the Vampirism virus they caught that Soli's immortal immune system is too super charged for?

MC is handling their thirst worse than the brothers did in the event.

They will be cured regardless of whether they bite and drink anyone's blood; the cure is simply time consuming to make, but others are working on it.

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Lucifer:

The oldest was the only House of Lamentation member allowed in the human's room at this time; his brothers simply could not be trusted.

He was the one to check on the sick human (kinda? let's still call them that) and make sure they ate their meals (they still needed nourishment despite their condition; food helped, but was never quite enough).

As the week dragged on, the poor sick human's thirst became more and more unbearable.

"Please." MC gripped the pride demon's shirt, trying to force him down to give them access to his neck.

Lucifer sighed and stared down at his poor love guiltily. He should have been more careful with them, more observant with the culture; surely then he could have prevented this terrible infliction from reaching them.

He raised his gloved hand to their face, stroking their cheek lovingly as they leaned in with tears in their eyes, nuzzling his covered wrist.

Lucifer watched this for a moment, lips pursed, before sighing once more.

"We don't know what my blood will do to you." He insisted. "So just a bit to push back your thirst."

And with that, he took back his hand, removed his glove and pushed up sleeve before offering his wrists to them

Despite their previous begging, MC hesitated and looked back up at Luce's onyx eyes.

"It's alright." He spoke softly. "Drink. Take some of the pain away."

And so they did. MC gently took hold of his hand and lower arm before bringing his wrist closer to their face.

That's when the Avatar of Pride saw it; his love's eyes glazed over and they licked their lips before biting into the sensitive skin.

Luce didn't make a sound, but did squeeze his eyes shut at the sharp intrusion.

MC took big gulps, ready to rid themself of this special dehydration.

Once he felt his partner's body relax and desperation dissipate, he took his other hand and squished their cheeks be his thumb and forefinger, guiding them off his wrist and forward to look at him.

With messy lips and a little trail of blood runny down their lips, MC stared up at him with this loving, drunk expression.

They giggled, causing their boyfriend to raise an eyebrow.

"What's so funny, love?"

"Luuuuci looooooves me."

Okay so apparently vampires, whether all, human based, or human-turned, get drunk off of demon blood.

This...an interesting development, to say the least.

MC leaned in and kissed him, causing the man to taste his own blood.

Well, at least MC was no longer in any pain.

Mammon:

Devil, it was driving this man insane.

Yeah, he knows Lucifer told him and the others to leave MC be till the cure is ready, but it just wasn't that simple.

That was his human sick. That was Mammon's partner in there crying and begging to be let out.

And he was just so supposed to stay away from her room still Lord Diavolo got that cure all sorted out?

Hell no.

Late at night, when Lucifer was neck deep in his work, you bet your ass Mammon snuck into his human's room, finding MC curled up on the bed crying.

"Heyy--"

Before he came say anything more, his poor human scrambling off the bed and rushing to his side, practically falling into him as they embrace their boyfriend.

"Maaaammmmooon." They cry out his named, stretching out the sound of it as they hug him tightly.

"Eyy, none of that." He hugged them back. "I made it to you, didn't I?"

"It huuuuurrrts."

The greed demon froze.

Shit. It's getting that bad already?

MC squirmed against him staring up at his neck with tears in their eyes.

Not gonna lie, getting bit in the neck sounds scary as hell to this dude...but how can he let his human stay like this?

He slid a hand in their hair.

"It's alright, I gotcha." He told them softly. "It's my job to take care of ya, ain't it?"

And with that, he pushed their head to his neck, their breath causing the hair on his neck to stand to up and his beat race.

Their cries quieted swallowed in anticipation as they leaned in closer and slowly licked up their boyfriend's neck, an apparently sensitive spot for the demon by the way he let out a small moan--right before they dug in with their fangs.

Mammon cursed, tightening his fist in their hair as his other arm wrapped around their waist.

MC's breathing became heavier during the moments they'd stopped drinking to breath and her drinks became deeper.

It didn't take long for Mammon to start feeling light headed.

Shit. How does he get them to stop?

"Ey, babe?"

No response. His body was getting more tired.

"Treasure, listenin'--"

MC pulled away, giggling, before suddenly both toppled onto the ground.

The human was too drunk to get up and the demon was too light headed, but at least MC was more than content to cuddle with him on her rug 🥰🤭

Leviathan:

Okay, the otaku knew he was not supposed to be in here

But this was his Henry we're talking about.

How could Lucifer expect him to abandon the person he loves? The only one who truly understands him?

Levi simply wasn't strong enough to do it.

He snuck into MC's room in the middle of the night and found them laying on the floor, softly crying.

At first, the envy demon stood awkwardly in the doorway.

Should he...?

No. This is literally his partner. MC needs him now more than ever.

And so he closed the door behind him and joined his Henry on the floor, laying down next to them.

He shouldn't be so weird about it; after all, this wasn't the first time they've both laid on the floor and felt like garbage together.

"Henry..."

MC reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Levi...I can't take it anymore." They whispered.

He squeezed their hand. The demon doesn't know a lot about vampires and the disease, but thirst is known for being torturous and is used as an emotional element in many supernatural anime.

Throat ash dry, body weak, desperate for even a single drop; that's how newly turned vampires usually feel in shows; is this how MC feels now?

Tears started to fill his eyes.

"J-Just drink from me." Their boyfriend told them. "Please...it's okay."

Slowly, the human brought their linked hands down at an angle that brought his wrist to their mouth.

At first, MC simply pressed their lips over the big blue vein seen through his skin, as if kissing him in apology before parting their lips and sliding their fangs into his tender skin.

Levi cried out, but didn't pull away; he let his poor Henry weakly drink from his wrist.

The cure was truly taking a while, wasn't it? The others swore food would be enough subtain them till it was ready, but MC looked as if they have been hanging on by a thread this entire time.

His Henry needed this; they needed this and Levi felt proud of himself for breaking the rules in order to help his partner.

The more the human drank though, the more tired he felt.

Should...should he tell them to stop? What if they need more?

Luckily, MC had enough restraint to break away and smiled at their boyfriend with half-lidded eyes.

The human rolled on top of him, causing their boyfriend to blush.

MC leaned down and kissed his cheek before laying their head on his chest.

"Thank you..."

And like that, the tired and blood drunk human fell asleep.

Satan:

Anyone who thought he was going to listen to his father was freaking stupid.

That was his Kitten in there, sick and alone.

The wrath demon destroyed half the living room when Lucifer made the announcement about what MC's illness ended up being and how no one was allowed to be in their room or anywhere around them till Diavolo had his people make a cure.

But it was ridiculous. The vampiric virus was just the human strain and therefore Satan couldn't catch it.

The blonde knew the pride demon was more concerned about MC's bites, but it's not like he's ever been afraid of his Kitten's bites before; now they simply have a purpose.

Satan was determined not to let his partner suffer alone, no matter what.

The man approached the door and undid the lock charm before stepping inside.

The room was dark, but the hall light was enough to show the man that the human was sitting on floor with their back to their bed, knees to their chest, and face hidden in their arms.

Satan's heart ached at the sight. This infliction was bad enough, but the blonde knew what was truly getting to his poor Kitten: being left alone.

The demon turned on the light and stepped inside before closing the door; MC still hasn't moved an inch.

He sat on the bed and stroke his partner's head for moment.

"Come here, Kitten."

"But...but I'll hurt you..." They sniffled.

"I promise I can take it."

The human poked an eye out hesitantly before reaching a hand out for help up.

Satan took it and guided them up to his lap.

It was nighttime so Satan had on his sleepwear, including a tank top that revealed his shoulders.

MC laid their head on his right shoulder and Satan rubbed their back.

"You can do it."

And with that encouragement, the human sank their fangs into the space between his neck and shoulder.

Satan winced, but still held his Kitten close and rocked them as they drank from his body.

His Kitten will be okay soon. He knew the affect demon blood will have on them in this state and truthfully, it was better than what they must have been feeling this entire time.

The man listened to them sip deeply from him, but also noticed that they seemed strangely more controlled than he thought they would be; they even pulled back before he asked, face messy with their 'drink'.

"Thank you." They smiled, buzzed but not truly drunk.

"You can more, Kitten." He told them, but his partner only shook their head.

"I just want you to hold me right now." MC admited. "Is that okay?"

Satan smiled and kissed them, unbothered by the blood.

"Of course."

Even with how bad the thirst is, it was the loneliness that hurt his Kitten the most.

Once they have been held and kissed to a sufficient degree then they will drink more; for now, they just need comfort.

Asmodeus:

Asmo told the others he was go head to bed early, that his beauty sleep was calling and so he had to say adieu.

Instead, he snuck over to his Dolly's room and slid inside.

There was no way he was going to let them suffer through this on their own; not if he could help it.

The room was dark, but he found the sweet human curled up in bed, under the blanket.

The lust demon slipped in bed next their partner and wrapped his arm around them.

"Doll...I'm here." He spoke softly, caressing their arm.

"Azzy...you can't be here."

"Of course I can. You need me after all." Their boyfriend pressed some sweet kisses to their neck.

The demon sucked on a sensitive spot of the human's neck, a spot he knew was their favor, causing them to release a little gasp.

Azzy broke away.

"See? Let me take care of you~"

In truth, the man didn't particularly want his beautiful skin to be punctured, but for MC, it simply wasn't something he had to think about.

The human rolled over and stared at him anxiously.

Asmo smiled sweetly at them before sliding a hand into their smooth hair and gently leading them to his neck.

The human was nervous, but first decided to return the favor, playfully sucking on a sensitive area their boyfriend loved, causing him to moan before sinking their teeth in him as gently as they could.

Asmo played with his Dolly's hair as they drank. His poor Doll. Being sick is never fun, but being sick with a nasty vamp virus and having to hide away, all alone in their room with a burning thirst?

Take your time, sweetie; Azzy gots you.

MC drank for a while from the lust demon, but also drank small sips, savoring each drop that slid down their throat.

Their boyfriend didn't mind this; they were being quite gentle with him and he loved getting the chance to cuddle with them after so long of Lucifer keeping them apart.

Eventually, MC pulled back and looked at their boyfriend sweetly before leaning in for a sweet kiss.

The two had another activity to catch up on, something the human was only all the more interested in from drinking from a lust demon.

Beelzebub:

Beel was in the the kitchen making his usual midnight snack raid.

In truth...his heart really wasn't in it.

MC's room was right next door and, unlike the other men on this list, he was trying to follow Lucifer's orders.

His Muffin was sick so surely it was better for them to get rest till their medicine is ready...right?

The more time that passed, the less this man was sure.

Beely missed them. He wanted to hold them close and spend their days together like they always did 🥺😔

That's when he spotted them: iced tweety birds. MC likes munching on those bird shaped cookies as they study.

...Maybe his Muffin would like a snack? Granted, he understood food wasn't necessarily what their body was looking for, but still.

The big guy quietly left the kitchen with the little carton of cookies and opened the door next door to MC's room.

"Muffin?"

MC was sitting on the bed, hugging the big orange teddy bear he won for them at the Devildom's carnival and when I say big, I mean the demon sees the fluffy bear and no human.

The human responded by hugging the bear tighter.

Beel stepped in and closed the door.

"I brought cookies."

He shook the cartoon for emphasis and to let them know which type.

"Beely...I...I...I can't eat anymore."

The gluttony demon heart was shot. Their illness must be really bad if they can no longer eat food.

The man sat the carton on the desk before joining his partner on the bed.

He pulled them and the teddy into his arms and held them tightly (but not too tight, he was very conscious not to squeeze them too hard since they're sick).

Suddenly, the human dropped the bear and climbed onto their boyfriend's lap, kneeling on his legs to raise them to eye level with him.

"Beel..." Their voice was a plead that almost crossed into a whine. "I'm so thirsty..."

"Want me to get you a pop from the kitchen or something?"

MC laid their head on his chest and whimpered.

"Muffin??"

"Beel...I need blood. Please. Please."

Oh. Oh.

Right. Poor MC has apparently advanced this far.

"I got blood." He said simply. "You can bite me."

"B...b-but..."

Their boyfriend pressed a kiss to their forehead.

"It's okay." He spoke softly.

MC stared into his purple orbs for a minute more and watched him give them a small nodded.

The human leaned to their left and demon bent their neck out a bit, giving their partner more room.

MC made a small test nibble in the crook of his neck before looking back to Beel.

Their boyfriend was still smiling encouragingly to them so they turned back and bit in for real.

Beel has a high pain tolerance so the man didn't even wince at the bite.

He kept his arms wrapped around his partner and gently rocked them and rubbed their back as they drank.

The gluttony demon was such a big guy that the human didn't drink nearly enough to make him feel weak by the time they pulled away.

MC looked back up at him shyly, their face messy with his blood.

He chuckled and wiped their face with his hand before kissing their cheek.

"Good Muffin."

Belphegor:

Yeah, Lucifer really didn't think his little rule through.

Not only was it stupid in Belphie's eyes, his older brother should have known he wasn't going to follow it.

Still, the youngest pretended like it was any other day and slept through most of it, as per usually.

When night came and most brothers where asleep or at least off in their usual nightly rooms, Belphie left the planetarium and headed downstairs to MC's room.

The human was laying on their rug, staring up at the ceiling with dried tears on their cheeks and red eyes.

Their boyfriend's eyes went wide as they hurried to join their partner on the rug and pulled them to his chest.

He pulled his cardigan back to give MC more neck room.

"Drink. Come, just do it."

"B-But--"

"You've suffered enough, Butthead." He pushed their face closer to his exposed neck. "Now do it."

MC left out a small whimper before bringing their lips to his neck and biting down.

Belphie squeezed his eyes shut at the bite, but otherwise made no reaction.

His former scowl softened as he listened to his partner gently drink from him, slow tears sliding down their cheeks as they did so.

The more the human drank, the less they cried.

Soon, the burning in their throat ceased and so did their tears.

MC broke away, finding their boyfriend barely conscious.

"Belphie? Belphie?!"

"I...fi..ne..."

And with that, the sloth demon passed out it and in truth, it made sense.

'Donating' a lot of blood can make any one tired; it made some of the other brothers so as well

But when it's the Avatar of Sloth whose done so?

Yeah, you have nothing to worry about, MC; it's not your fault.

Just let your boyfriend sleep it off.

[l3viat8an]

vampire asmo always makes sure to leave a kiss on your neck after a feeding. it's both his way of saying thank you, and making sure other know you're his

I love him sm <3

You feel Asmo's lips brush against your neck, right on top of his bite mark. The kiss feels both tender and possessive, as if calming you as his.

"Thank you, sweetie~" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "You always taste divine, and your blood is everything a vampire like me could ever want~!”

He pulls back slightly, looking at you with dark, intense eyes. "But you are much more than just a source of sustenance. You are my precious possession, and I will never let anyone harm you."

You shiver at his words, feeling a sense of belonging and safety in his embrace. You know that you've given yourself to him completely and for that he will always protect and cherish you~

[ilovewhitney]

Here's another one forging my favorite vampire diaries characters but this time with helluva boss characters

Damon Salvatore as Blitzo

Elijah Mikaelson as Moxxie

Hayley Marshall as Millie

Katherine Pierce as Stolas

Caroline Forbes as Fizzarolli

Klaus Mikaelson as Asmodeus

[another-lost-mc]

Where They Prefer to Bite MC THE DEMON BROTHERS + DATEABLES + SIDE CHARACTERS 1.1k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Vampire!AU Content warnings: Possessive behaviour, biting and blood-drinking, some sexual content (oral sex) in the third portion. They/them pronouns are used for the characters.

─ PREFERS TO BITE YOUR NECK: Satan, Belphegor, Diavolo, Simeon, Thirteen

There's something so appealing about the tantalizing seduction of feathery-light kisses against smooth, delicate skin.

The evening started as all fairytale romances do: a sweet, chaste kiss pressed against your lips. Sin disguised as passion unravels tears at your self-control until you fall into their greedy embrace. Their tongue curls so eagerly with your own, and it’s enough to set your heart and body ablaze.

The lazy drag of their kiss across your warm cheeks and against the soft edge of your jaw leads them down, down, down. Their hand cradles the back of your neck so gently, and you relax into the seductive trap you've willingly stumbled into as you feel a white-hot pinprick of pain—

—but your gasp of discomfort in their ear stutters into a confused, breathy moan as pleasure washes over you. The desperate sounds of their lips sucking wetly around punctured skin are disguised by your own incoherent pleas as you beg them for more. Your hands scramble for purchase in their hair and you clench the front of their clothes so tightly that your knuckles turn white. You whimper their name as you melt against them because whatever this feeling is, you never want it to stop.

They flick their tongue teasingly against your pulse point, and it's almost like they can taste your heartbeat as heat surges through your body and warms the skin beneath their lips. They caress the delicate column of your throat playfully until they start to suck a little harder, drinking greedily as hunger and lust take over. They leave little marks that bloom like amethyst clouds across your skin; it's the first of many ways they intend to claim you tonight.

Let go, their voice whispers in your mind, and you fall apart untouched except for the hint of fang that scrapes your neck and their hands wrapped around your waist. They hide their smirk against your skin as the scent of your arousal floods their senses, and they drink until they've had their fill.

─ PREFERS TO BITE YOUR WRIST: Leviathan, Barbatos, Mephistopheles, Raphael

Your hands are so soft.

That's what they think to themselves when you walk together, your arm linked with theirs or your fingers laced together as they lead you through nighttime's busy streets. Their eyes shine brightly in the moonlight and their lips curl into small, loving smiles each time you glance at them shyly with an affectionate gaze of your own.

They spare no expense when it comes to selecting the most thoughtful gifts for you. The silk scarf around your neck compliments the unique kaleidoscope colour of your eyes. (It hides the tempting sight of your bare neck from view, for they can only control themselves for so long.)

There’s a delicate chain around your wrist made with precious metals and jewels, specially designed and crafted for you. Their fingers trembled slightly when they put it on you earlier. It’s understandable that you would mistake the mouthwatering hunger in their eyes as simple adoration for such a beautiful trinket. (Their namesake is engraved on the chain you wear—they’ve claimed both your heart and your blood for themselves.)

At evening’s end, they’ll urge you to sit comfortably before drawing your hand to their lips for the softest kiss, one that demands nothing of you but promises you the world so long as you remain theirs. They kneel at your feet like you’re an altar of worship, and hunger gnaws deep in their belly when they remove their gift and tuck it away for safekeeping.

Your gentle fingers card through their hair when they move closer to you, setting comfortably between your legs, as their lips moving lazily against your skin. You wince when the soft kiss on the inside of your wrist gives way to a flash of fang and a moment of searing pain.

They watch you with dark, half-lidded eyes as you squirm with pleasure while they feast upon the generous gift you’ve given them in return. When they’ve sated their bloodlust, the jewelry they clasp around your wrist once more will hide the lingering marks that adorn your skin.

─ PREFERS TO BITE YOUR THIGHS: Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Solomon

The heat between your legs diffuses your natural scent, and their heightened senses can detect the faint metallic taste of copper in the air. Desire warms the blood that pumps through your veins and it's irresistible. Desperation brings them to their knees before you and they’re ravenous as they peel back the cumbersome layers of clothing until you’re both bare and wanting in their dark silk sheets.

The time for sweetness and coy flirtations has ended, and all that remains is the heady scent of your arousal and your trembling body beneath theirs as their gentle hands pry your legs apart. The first drops of arousal dot your skin and they’re powerless to resist the temptation to taste you. The sounds of their lips and tongue coaxing pleasure from your body is muffled by your soft thighs clenched around the sides of their face, legs trembling beneath their hands that hold you in place while they ravish you.

They lift their head when your pleasured cries finally fade away to silence, showing you their mouth shining with your slick release. Even as you pant heavily with satisfied exhaustion, your greedy eyes still track their tongue when they lick their lips with a satisfied hum.

They cherish you above all else—your love and your blood sustains them, and they would be lost without you. They take you to bed so they can prove their love to you with unholy worship. They draw pleasure from your body with their hands and their mouth; afterwards, their loving words and needy kisses are saturated with your taste.

The soft, jiggly flesh of your thighs is the perfect place for them to litter your skin with evidence of their claim on you. The lingering tenderness you feel tomorrow will be undeniable proof that your heart and body belongs to them. You stroke their hair while they mar your delicate skin with bruises, and they shudder each time you sigh their name.

When you’re relaxed and satisfied and pliant beneath them, it’s their turn. Hot, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs turn into suckling bruises and nips with too-sharp teeth. Your back arches so beautifully when they finally break the skin and the warm, syrupy blood mixes with the taste of your cum on their tongue.

[bledlust]

open to fem muses. 1800s time period. asmodeus is a vampire lord that lives in the castle overlooking a small village, but no one knows who or what he is. it is rumored that a monster lives there and comes down to the village at night to eat. other rumors say that it is an angel that protects the village. regardless, your muse decides to test these rumors by leaving their window open for him.

the thirst that comes with his curse once again gets the better of him, forcing him to leave the seclusion of his home and step onto the quiet street of the sleeping village. moonlight spills across the cobblestone, yet it pales in comparison to the silvery hair that fall perfectly around his pallid face. a gentle breeze rolls through, sending a few orange leaves scattering, which tells him everything he needs to know. summer has come to an end. and as a result, the windows in the village will be kept closed at night. thus, denying him access inside.

the further down the cobblestone street he walks, the more dread he feels. not a single open window. he just needs one human, that's all. just so he could survive the winter, since human blood satiates him the longest. but when all hope seems lost, he spots one window with its shutters open and its curtains drawn. wasting no time, he climbs up, stands on the roof by the open window, and peers inside with his one good eye.

the room is completely dark, except for the bed which bathes in moonlight. upon the bed lies a woman, asleep, with her head tilted to the side at just the right angle that allows her neck to be exposed. just for him, he thinks selfishly as he approaches. but he pauses once he is at her bedside, unable to look away from her blissful face despite her exposed neck practically begging to be bitten. he's never seen a human as pretty as this one before. and before he could stop himself, he reaches up to brush a strand of her hair out of the way so that he may see her beauty in full.

[yandereloveraw]

Thought of JaspXav as Fizzmodeus, and now I can't stop thinking about it. 💜💙

[Xavier would be Ozzie and Jasper would be Fizzarolli btw]

[Asmodeus & Fizzarolli belong to Vivziepop]

[Gifs belong to their creators]

[helluvahusker]

Been considering what kind of guys I get really attached to in my shows.