#vampyr headcanon

[deunmiu-dessie]

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₄˖₈ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, cringey, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, vampire/human, unprotected sex, creampie, whiny vampire, overstimulation, spit kink, sloppy kisses, aphrodisiac, blood, dubcon, reader is lowkey at fault but not at the same time. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : ya'll this is so rushed, m'sorry-- i rlly just wanted to get this out, probably won't be as good as the others but enjoy.

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: home for winter break, you find yourself with the house to yourself, right?

꒰subby male!vampire ₊⊹ dom afab!reader꒱

 “ Thanks, Jaime, I’ll see you later. ” 

𝒜fter bidding farewell to your best friend, you stand there, gazing at the car as it swiftly disappears into the night. With your trusty suitcase in tow, you make your way up the dimly lit driveway, carefully sifting through your bag in search of the elusive house key. A sense of relief washed over you as your fingers finally closed around the icy touch of the silver key. Clutching it firmly, you navigate the treacherous icy surface, mindful of each step to avoid any slips or falls.

  Finally making it to the porch stairs, you exerted all your strength to hoist your suitcase up the steps, narrowly avoiding a couple of near-slips along the way. With a sigh of relief, you conquered the last stair, feeling a surge of triumph as you stepped onto the snow-free porch. With ease, you maneuvered your luggage towards the door, unfurling your hand to use the key. It takes a few attempts, but you eventually manage to insert it into the lock and turn the doorknob.

   As you enter the house, darkness envelopes you, with not a single light illuminating the space. However, the comforting warmth enveloping the space indicated that your mother had considerately left the heating on for your arrival. Leaving your suitcase by the entrance, you closed the door and secured it with a lock.

   As you flick the switch, the overhead ceiling light floods the living room with its warm glow, casting away the shadows that had shrouded the space. Eagerly, you venture further into the house, calling out for your siblings who were supposed to be there to welcome you home. However, the silence that greets you is deafening, and the absence of any movement from the game room basement or upstairs is disconcerting. 

   With a sigh, you kick off your shoes and settle down, making yourself comfortable in the unfamiliar solitude. Unlike your siblings, who seem to constantly rely on your mother's support without contributing much themselves, you have always been driven and focused on your education. Your hard work paid off, as you graduated high school with an impressive GPA and secured a spot in your dream college. Now, during winter break, you find yourself back in the comfort of your childhood home, enjoying a well-deserved respite from your academic endeavors.

 The urge to change overwhelms you, especially with the discomfort of your clothes clinging too tightly and irritating your skin. With each step towards the staircase, you flick on every light switch within reach, flooding the house with light. You silently prayed that none of your siblings had invaded your personal space while you were away, either napping or snacking. 

  The creaky ascent up the stairs quickened your heartbeat, the loud squeaks echoing through the otherwise quiet house. A sense of unease washed over you, unsure of who might be lurking around. Finally reaching the top, you let out a sigh of relief upon seeing your room to the left.

  Astonishingly, the room appears exactly as you had left it, save for a few garments strewn about, most likely belonging to your sister. Other than that, everything seems to be in order.  Closing the door behind you, you proceed to delve into your drawers, hastily extracting an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. 

  In a swift motion, you discard your jeans and let out a grunt as you struggle to remove the turtleneck that has somehow become entangled around your head. Finally freeing yourself from its clutches, you toss it aside with a frustrated huff, swiftly replacing it with the shorts and shirt you had chosen.

  A sudden pang of pain and the rumbling noise emanating from your stomach causes you to grimace, prompting you to clutch your abdomen tightly; evidently, you were famished. Your plans of drifting off to sleep were quickly dashed as you reached for your phone and descended the stairs. 

   Unsure of the fridge's contents, you toyed with the idea of ordering food through DoorDash. Fortunately, to your relief and your wallet's delight, a couple of chicken breasts and broccoli were found in the freezer. Taking the frozen items, you hesitated at the thought of waiting for them to thaw. Without delay, you knelt down and retrieved a silver mixing bowl from the nearest cabinet.

  You get up with a groan, muttering to yourself that you’re getting old. As you twist the faucet handle, you wait for the water to run hot, capable of scalding your skin upon contact. Placing a bowl beneath the gushing stream, you watch as it gradually fills up, before finally turning off the flow and submerging the chicken and broccoli within its liquid confines. Although it would require some time, it was certainly preferable to enduring hours of waiting for the ingredients to thaw. 

  Finding yourself in the living room, you idly scroll through the vast expanse of social media, feeling an overwhelming sense of boredom engulfing your very being. Your attention is not truly captivated by the screen of your phone; instead, your mind wanders aimlessly, causing your vision to blur as a whirlwind of thoughts race through the corridors of your consciousness. Your mind is practically blank, lost in a daze.

   A sudden sound from the basement catches your attention, causing your ears to twitch and tingle. You snap back to reality, leaping off the couch in a heartbeat. The recent reports of vampires breaching human borders and the rising death toll flood your mind.

 The Creatures of the Night, or maybe even Leeches, as they were sometimes referred to- didn't bother you all that much. They were just a tad different from the general population and usually didn't target humans— except for the rare cases highlighted in the news. You had never encountered one personally, but you weren't about to form an opinion based on how the media depicted them as monstrous beings.

 Before you know it, your internal monologue has whisked you away from the sounds in the basement, the thought completely vanishing from your mind. You slowly make your way back to the kitchen, dragging your feet with each step. To your surprise, the chicken is already thawed when you inspect it, bringing a smile to your face as you remove it from the now lukewarm water.

While you may not be a master chef, you can still whip up a decent bowl of cereal or a tasty peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The concept of cooking has always been a bit intimidating for you, but the Air Fryer in front of you is a game-changer. 

  You carefully line the inside with foil, place your seasoned chicken inside, add a dollop of butter, and close the lid before hitting start. As the chicken cooks, you decide to skip heating up your broccoli for now. A sudden chill makes you shiver, causing you to furrow your brows as the cool breeze brushes against your exposed legs.

A sudden blast of icy wind makes you shudder and you instinctively turn around in search of its source. Your heart skips a beat as you catch sight of the slightly ajar back door, allowing delicate flakes of snow to sneak their way inside the cozy home. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm your racing thoughts, considering the possibility that your mischievous siblings might be behind this chilling surprise, as they often are. 

   You list off their names, telling them that you’re not in the mood for whatever game they’re playing, and then add that if they want something to eat, then come to the kitchen. However, to your dismay, there is no sign of movement or even a faint giggle, which sends a wave of unease coursing through your veins. The absence of their usual inability to keep quiet when plotting a prank fills you with a sense of foreboding.

As you stand there, your body tenses up, your muscles rigid and your palms sweaty. Reacting swiftly, you reach for a knife from the drawer, gripping it tightly until your knuckles ache. With cautious steps, you make your way towards the basement stairs, carefully descending the first four steps and finally reaching the landing where you promptly shut the door. 

  The frigid cold that once assaulted your skin is now left behind, but before you can proceed any further, an unsettling wetness seeps into your sock – warm and thick.  Instantly, you freeze in place, pressing yourself against the wall for support, and slowly lift your foot to investigate. A wave of revulsion washes over you as you discover a bloodstain on your lilac-colored sock. Overcome with disgust, you swiftly remove the tainted sock and discard it. 

As you descend the basement stairs, your eyes fixate on the blood trail that stretches all the way down, staining the carpeted flooring. A lump forms in your throat, causing you to swallow heavily, as you carefully navigate your way down, avoiding the blood. 

 The basement is not completely devoid of light, thanks to the LED lights left on by one of your siblings, but the crimson hue they emit adds an unsettling aura to the eerie atmosphere. The knife in your hand feels slippery, the perspiration on your palm evident against the black handle. Swiftly switching hands, you finally step onto the carpeted surface. In front of you lies a disheveled basement, with clothes strewn haphazardly and gaming consoles still powered on, emitting warm air.

 No one is there, you can’t see anyone. Your mind drifts away, causing your eyes to lose focus and your senses to become more acute. Suddenly, a sound breaks the silence - the sound of labored breathing and faint, barely audible whimpers. Your attention is immediately drawn to a dark object on the floor, which you had mistaken for a bean bag chair.

Against your better judgment, you begin to cautiously approach the injured person. They’re obviously injured, and badly so. Without even realizing it, you release your tight hold on your weapon. Slowly, you lower yourself onto the carpeted floor and start crawling towards them.

   The person appears disoriented, with their head swaying from side to side and their hand resting loosely on their injury. You carefully set your knife aside and move closer until you can hear their breathing clearly without any difficulty. Your hands automatically reach out towards their face, softly resting on their cheeks.

 As you carefully tilt their head upwards, you find yourself staring at a pair of wispy lashes, set in a devilishly attractive face with pale skin. The sight of fangs delicately touching his full bottom lip doesn't escape your notice. Fear is not your immediate reaction, though there's a hint of it lingering in the background, it doesn't overpower your growing fascination with the scene unfolding before you.

 With your left still hand resting on his cheek, your other hand moves down his body, and you suddenly gasp as you feel the presence of a large stake piercing through his stomach. How could you have missed such a significant detail earlier? Nevertheless, you choose not to dwell on it any further.

After careful consideration, it became evident that his current predicament could be attributed to a group known as the Hunters. These individuals, predominantly middle-aged men, harbored an irrational aversion towards coexisting with Vampires. Their actions were nothing short of despicable, as they embarked on a merciless killing spree, sparing no one, not even innocent children; they were sick bastards.

 Despite your firm pat on his cheek, he stays incoherent, lost in a world of pain, you're sure. Although filled with trepidation, you understand that it's necessary to remove the stake, it isn’t doing him any good to keep it inside. With a surge of determination, you grasp the wooden object and swiftly extract it, allowing it to drop onto the floor, quickly placing your free hand against his wound. Tenderly, you caress his cheek with your thumb, providing solace as he emits a loud groan and breathes heavily. "It's alright, shh."

The sensation of his blood gushing past your fingers sends a chilling shiver down your spine, as it saturates the carpet beneath you without any signs of slowing either. A momentary wave of panic washes over you, prompting you to swiftly retract your hand and grasp the knife nearby. Trembling with fear, you bring the blade up to your neck, carefully making a shallow incision, the slippery blade adding to your unease.

Despite the struggle, you manage to pull his body closer to yours, your right hand, stained with blood, finding the back of his head and guiding it towards the column of your neck. It takes a moment, but eventually, he stirs, his lips parting and his tongue darting out to taste the crimson liquid trickling down your shoulder. 

A shiver runs through your entire being, and you attempt to calm yourself. The warmth of his tongue against your skin is a soothing sensation as it leisurely glides over you, diligently lapping up the spilled blood. Your body tenses as his fangs graze your flesh before finally piercing it, yet surprisingly, there is no pain, only a mild discomfort that quickly dissipates.

You jolt when he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you closer to his body, his face nuzzled against your neck. You find yourself gripping his hair, fingers intertwined in his tresses. Time seems to stretch on endlessly as he continues to drink from you, leaving you feeling lightheaded. When you manage to break free from his hold, he surprisingly allows you to step back, though he keeps a firm grasp on your slumped body.

As you gaze at him you notice your blood adorns his lips like a peculiar shade of lipstick, and the sight of his tongue darting out to taste it causes the bite mark to throb, sending delightful tingles coursing through your entire body. Despite the gentleness with which he holds you, his verdant eyes are filled with unadulterated horror and fear. 

  You steal a quick glance at his wound, only to find that the bleeding has ceased completely, suggesting that the injury is already healing itself. Swiftly, he rises from the floor, effortlessly lifting you in his arms and laying you on the basement couch. 

Your body quivers and becomes drenched in sweat, gradually sinking into the softness of the couch. What kind of bizarre scenario is unfolding here? You want to reassure this stranger that you're okay, even though he almost drank you dry. Perhaps it's the genuine concern and remorse in his eyes, but as soon as you hear his voice, you find yourself forgiving him effortlessly. His voice is gentle, and sweet. As the LED lights gradually fade from your vision, so does the presence of the vampire intruder.

You awaken to find yourself disoriented, unsure of how much time has passed. As you regain some form of consciousness, you notice the vampire boy beside you, his green eyes bright and attentive. His cheeks and eyes are red from crying and rubbing the tears away, you notice. His lashes are wet as well, his lips pouty and his knees tucked underneath himself. The red glow of the LEDs cast an eerie light on the scene, illuminating his features as you turn to face him, watching as he perks up. 

   “ You’re awake! ” 

You remain silent, feeling the stiffness in your neck and the overwhelming urge to return to sleep. However, he prevents that from happening by placing his hand on your thigh, gently prodding you to wake up. Reluctantly, you open your eyes, questioning why you are so composed in such a strange scenario. As you reach up to touch your neck, you recoil at the two, very deep holes left in your skin. 

Blushing furiously, the vampire boy fidgeted with his fingers, his eyes avoiding direct contact with yours. "M'sorry, didn't mean to-- really." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. After a brief pause, he mustered the courage to meet your steady, stoic, and sleepy stare, his ears now tinged with a rosy hue. "I-I can make it go away if you want? My saliva has healing properties, b-but it's also, um--." The boy's voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words, too flustered to realize that you had tuned out his words completely.

Upon returning his attention to you, he offers yet another apology, his voice cute and soft. Feeling too weary to reply and not particularly inclined to elaborate on the injury to your loved ones, you emit a grunt of agreement towards his proposition. Although this turn of events was somewhat underwhelming compared to your initial expectations, you chose not to voice any grievances.

"My name is Elias, by the way," he reveals abruptly, his bottom lip finding refuge in his mouth as a sign of his nervousness. With wide green eyes, he hastily scans your face, his heart skipping a beat as your gaze meets his, seemingly uninterested. This lack of enthusiasm from you triggers a swarm of butterflies in his stomach, creating a whirlwind of emotions within him. You emit a soft hum and tilt your head slightly. He looks worried for a moment, but then, he leans in, resting his head in the curve of your neck, his warm tongue gliding smoothly across your skin like silk.

The sensation of your skin repairing itself is undeniably peculiar, and it's not something you'd willingly want to go through again. He pulls away slowly, swallowing nervously. "H-how do you feel?" Your eyes meet his, and a faint smile graces your lips, though it appears drowsy and unsteady, it still manages to make his cheeks blush. "I feel fine." The sound of your voice causes his breath to catch, it's both gentle and resolute, igniting a warmth that spreads through his chest.

A searing heat rises from underneath your skin, causing a scorching sensation to travel from your calves to your thighs, you can't help but furrow your eyebrows in response. The calmness that enveloped your heart mere moments ago is now replaced by a thunderous pounding, almost reaching a level of pain, within your ribcage.

Elias gazes anxiously as your skin becomes shiny with sweat, your lips parting to release warm, shallow breaths. Your face is flushed with warmth and a twitch starts in your eyebrows. The blonde sniffles and dabs at your forehead with the sleeve of his shirt, frowning softly. "M'sorry, I-I told you that this would happen." His tone carries a hint of accusation, but your sharp, unfocused stare prompts him to apologize softly. "Didn't want this to happen, sorry." You brush his hand from your face and let out a shuddering breath, your breast tender and achy. "Shh, you're so loud. What the hell is happening?"

The vampire with blonde hair appears momentarily perplexed, but then his attractive green eyes gradually widen, displaying a look of regret. "My saliva can heal people, but it also acts as a... s-stimulant," Elias swallows thickly as you sit up slowly, your shirt becoming sheer from the copious amount of sweat you're drenched in. ".. an aphrodisiac." 

"Why didn't you say anything?" You rasp, allowing your head to rest heavily on the couch cushions. Elias pouts, tears stinging his eyes. "I did! It's your fault for not listening!" Tilting your head, your face contorts with anger, causing Elias to tightly squeeze his thighs together. "Huh? My fault?" Your words taper off slowly before you let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.

 Leaning in, you grasp his cheeks firmly, pulling him closer until your breaths intermingle, feeling a shiver run through you as he places his hands on your thighs for support, his cheeks flushed with color. "Regardless, you'll help me, won't you?"

Before he can question what you mean, he lets out a yelp when you pounce on him, lips pressing against his in haste. He lets out a soft whimper, gripping onto your shirt tightly, surrendering to your dominance. Elias savors the flavor of your kiss, finding it both sweet and familiar. You are completely in charge of this encounter, dominating him with your mouth effortlessly. Your tongue sliding against his own in a violent dance, your saliva is as sweet as your blood and pools down his cheeks. You are absolutely captivating.

With a gentle pull, you withdraw, your eyes hooded and your lips swollen, causing a flush to spread across his face. He lies there, surrendering to your touch, as your hands caress his body. A breathy, hiccuping moan escapes his lips when you firmly grasp him through his pants, while your mouth explores his neck, kissing and sucking on his pale skin. It seems effortless for you to mark him as your own.

"W-wait, you're not thinki-" In a moment of hesitation, he halts his words, captivated by the sight of you retreating, gracefully slipping the oversized shirt over your head— breast spilling out from the cotton. The vampire lies there, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his face adorned with a cute expression. Unable to resist, you lean down and kiss him silly again. You love the way he eagerly searches for your lips, moaning into your mouth and clenching his eyes shut. 

 Lost in the fog of your drugged state, you clumsily distance yourself from him, regaining your balance and enticingly sliding your shorts down your legs, with your panties obediently following suit. The vampire stares at you with pure awe in his eyes, begging for you to do something to him. 

By now, he’s slightly sat up, looking up at you with expecting eyes. You nonchalantly approach him, barely able to contain your laughter as he attempts to guide you onto his lap. You proceed until you reach his craned neck. You confidently straddle his face, sensually lowering your dripping cunt onto his parted lips. 

You run your fingers through his tousled blonde locks, gazing deeply into his eyes. With a condescending tilt of your head, you tighten your hold. "You'll behave for me, won't you? You can manage that, especially after what you did to me." Elias whimpers against your pussy at your accusation and nods eagerly with wide, teary eyes and flushed ears. Your pleased smile makes his cock throb within his pants and he instinctively squeezes his thighs together once more.

 The vampire eagerly laps at your pussy, moaning at how good you taste on his tongue, his free hand gliding up your legs to settle on your hips softly. He adores the way your fingers entwine in his hair, gripping tightly, as your hips sway and gyrate against his mouth. You’re using him like he’s a toy, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of causing him pain ( which you aren’t. ) 

 The intoxicating sound of your moans fills the air, a tantalizing melody that captivates him completely. They aren't high-pitched or forced, but a velvety resonance, deep and alluring. The occasional hitch in your breath and the graceful tilt of your head let him know that he’s doing good. 

As he takes your puffy clit into his mouth, a fang gently scrapes over your, the potent aphrodisiac intensifying the already heightened sensitivity. Elias whines as you cum, his mouth and chin drenched in your release. With quivering thighs you press against his tongue, grinding against it with increasing urgency, while a soft mewl escapes your lips, your pussy fluttering against his eager mouth. 

   With shaky legs you wiggle off of him, straddling his waist and claiming his lips in a sloppy kiss, groaning at the sweet, musky taste of your arousal on his tongue. Elias' cock throbs. It's thick and hard in his pants, and he needily rubs his bulge against your pulsating  cunt, with desperate whimpers.

He’s moaning at the sound of your voice, it's mocking and patronizing. He looks up at you through bleary, pussy drunk eyes, drooling over himself. You giggle at this and wipe it away with your thumb, smearing it across his lips. His tongue eagerly darts out to kitten lick your finger. “Such a good boy, d'you like eating my pussy?” The vampire is nodding fervently, cock twitching in his pants when you snicker, brushing your lips against his teasingly.  “I want to hear you say it, say you liked eating my pussy.”

He doesn't hold back, eager to please you. “I loved eating your pussy s'much. You taste s'good.” His cheeks flush at his explicit words, but the dark pleasure that resides in your eyes makes up for it. “Good job, was that so hard puppy?” Elias' cock jumps at the sound of your praise and he shakes his head, biting his lip, "Mhm mhn." He jolts, startled as you undo his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly.

Your eyes stay glued to his as you drool onto your hand, hand slipping down his boxers. He's stiff, pulsating in your warm, slick grasp. He's long and thick but you think nothing of it. Your hand moves deliberately, rolling down his shaft in a slow, fisting motion, his green eyes blurry and locked on yours. Your thumb caresses his sensitive tip, gathering the glistening droplets of precum and using it as lube. Elias whines and bucks his hips, eyebrows furrowing and chest heaving.

You grin at his fucked out face and speed up, focusing your hand on his sensitive, leaky tip. "Does it feel good?" He’s nodding quickly, leaning forward to kiss you sweetly, sucking shyly on your tongue. He almost cums in your hand when you pull away, tongue lolling out. 

With fervent kisses and fervid praises, you leave a trail of marks upon his body. His cock throbs with a delicious ache, his orgasm building slowly as you unknowingly edge him, tears prick his eyes as you swipe across his overly sensitive tip again. His moans are like symphonies, whining and begging for you to make him cum. 

 “ N-no more, I can’t, please, let me c-cum, please. I’ll do anything, just p-please.” His words stumble out, his hips jerking involuntarily. You pause for a second, then give in, planting a tender kiss on his lips. You press him down against the velvety carpet, positioning your sloppy pussy over his cock, and swaying your hips, sliding him through your swollen folds, his mushroom tip catching on your clenching hole. 

Smiling at his tortured face, you slowly sink onto his cock, your thighs shaking as he stretches you out in the most delicious way. Elias buries his face into the carpet, a deep groan leaving his lips. Your gummy, slick walls squeeze him in a vice grip, reluctantly yielding to his thickness. "Mmph--!! You're too tight, wait, s'too much." 

    Ignoring his prattling you bring your hands up to rest against his stomach, lifting from his cock before dropping back down to take the rest of him inside of you. An overwhelming tingling causes your pussy to flutter around him, your cheeks flushing and a whine escaping your lips. "You're so big...you feel s'good." You halfheartedly snicker when he twitches inside of you at the praise.

Without waiting, you start a bruising pace, bouncing on his cock and grinding your engorged clit into his pelvis. His cock bullies your cervix, his hot and slick precum coating your womb. He whimpers, hands gripping the fat of your hips, you look absolutely stunning. Your breasts sway temptingly in front of his face and he can't help but draw a stiffened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, careful of his fangs against your skin.

Your hips are moving quicker now, your moans getting louder as you shower him with sweet words and adorable nicknames, pushing him closer to the edge. When you stop right on his sensitive tip and grind, he’s seeing stars. He’s cumming hard and long, thick, copious amounts of cum flooding your womb in hot spurts. He unlatches from your nipple, his head gently thumping against the carpet softly and back arching, his hips bucking and griding deftly into your spongey nerves, your pussy creaming around him. "M-mhmn! Cumming, m'cumming!" He whimpers, grip tightening on your waist. 

Elias whines softly as you continue to bounce on his overly sensitive cock, his thick cum dripping onto his thighs. He tosses his head back and cries out, your cunt squeezing his member affectionately. “Such a good boy, you did so well.” The praise makes him flush and your lips slant over his in a kiss, your back bowing as your thighs shake, convulsing around him as you cum. You pull away, chest heaving. 

"Are y-." He pauses as your eyes flutter closed and you collapse against him. Catching his breath, he let himself lay there, holding you close, the aphrodisiac must’ve worn off. His eyes start to slip shut after a few minutes but he tenses when he hears footsteps from upstairs. 

"Honey! We're back!"

[nixnephili]

Bram Stoker (from Bungou Stray Dogs) becouse he does NOT get enough content man- Nix

Full body exterior cloak + interior outfit 🦇

[quinnk1n]

I like to believe that vampires stereotypically wear all black because their undead bodies are freezing cold and wearing black will absorb more warmth.

[snuff-loves-men]

ALP Character HCs

⋆GN!Reader + NSFW HCs

⋆list includes: Connor Temple & Johnny Harker

*note: I jus wanna get this shit outta my drafts

Connor Temple ✮

Pre-relationship

• Met you when he attended college and immediately latched onto you

• You humored his ridiculous conspiracies, enjoyed his passion for prehistoric things and theories and had similar interest in movies

• Was thrilled to have more friends

• When he pulled out of college, you sought him out, it worried you that such a bright peer dropped college for seemingly no good reason

• He sort of accidentally maybe told you a bit about the anomalies and what he was doing with Professor Cutter

• You obviously thought he was batshit insane but lo and behold, he was telling the truth

• You figured that out the hard way when you encountered an entelodont fresh out of a rip in time

• Needless to say that changed your view a bit

• So you became a sort of witness to the whole ARC operation until you were recruited to be “the help”, basically just doing whatever the main team didn’t do [like paperwork…]

• After a few months of working there you, Connor and Abby started to get close, forming a little group

• Occasionally when you weren’t held up at work or they weren’t risking their lives, you’d all hang out.

• It was a cute dynamic for a while

• Until you and Connor started to hang out seperately

• Bringing him over to your flat a handful of times w/out Abby

• When Abby caught wind of this, she had a bit of a feeling where it was heading

• You and Connor ended up becoming best friends, spending pretty much any spare moment you could with each other, Abby sometimes tagging along for the adventure

• Then another noticeable dynamic started, where you would start messing with Connor and he’d be blissfully unaware of the fact you were joking

• Has no idea what’s going on when you flirt w/him

• Thinks it’s just a “fun friend dynamic” at first

• Uh-huh, cuddling up with your homies during movie night is suuuuper normal, Con.

• You don’t hold your friend’s hand from time to time? Psshh, weird.

• You gotta cry into your bros arms every now and then, y’know, for your health

• Abby points out the fact that you’re actually being very forward w/him

• He doesn’t believe her at first and just excuses it but she quotes some of the most unhinged things you’ve said to him and it finally clicks

• Slowly he starts to flirt back and you jump on that shit immediately

• He pulls a “make me” and you almost explode

• Struggles to get acclimated to using the humor he used w/ Abby on a guy

• He gets it but it takes a minute

• Eventually you two get into a sorta will-they-won’t-they because it’s Connor and he’s perpetually confused about relationships

• You close the deal and give him a kiss plus an extensive talk on relationships bcs he needs deets

• Everyone in the ARC catches on pretty quick

• Of course they clown on you two for it bcs duh

• Once Stephen saw you two have a tender moment and just ragged on you for like 5 minutes and Connor got super embarrassed until he realized he was joking

• Abby was super supportive but also your biggest bully

• She mostly picked on Connor but every now and again she’d change targets

• Overall lots of figuring each other out and starting some cute little dynamics

Established Relationship

• Lots of time spent in each other’s work spaces not getting work done bcs you two were fucking around doing random stuff

• He also stayed around your place and eventually moved in cause when has he ever held down a flat that was his?

• You had to fully mold him into a better roommate there was absolutely no way you were gonna put up w/ that

• Steals ur shirts and over-layer clothes [borderline klepto when it comes to clothes]

• Has made you late to work so many times

• Can’t cook for shit so you have to do it for him

• A very good helper in the kitchen but otherwise culinarily inept

• Loves helping you with chores and other various excuses to share some cute domestic moments

• Had to be retaught how to do laundry cause what the fuck was he doing before??

• Asked you to help decorate his room when he moved to your flat and you made fun of all his nerd stuff [he claimed you were jealous of his collection]

• Harasses you to come to movie nights w/ Tom and Duncan

• Movies nights just turn into all four of you talking over the movie and ranting abt your opinions on it

• Lots of debates abt in universe realism and plot holes

• Con infodumps relentlessly about Star Wars or other such sci-fi type movies/shows whenever he’s given the chance

• You two go back and forth about your fixations and listen to each other equally because ur gross and in love

• Enables your fixations like you enable his

• Otherwise has a bit of trouble listening the first time and has to be reminded of things

• Very grateful for your patience with him

• Lots and lots of affection and compensation for “dealing” with him [it’s really not that bad but he feels guilty so you let him]

• Insanely loving and affectionate in private but dials it back in public

• Has a weird thing with PDA, very on and off with it depending on the situation [usually PDA positive]

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• Gets turned on so fast

• If you touch him a certain way or talk to him in a way he likes there’s like a 9/10 chance he’s tomato red and tugging his shirt down

• Make a comment on his body and he’s beet red

• If you put your hands on his waist he’s fully leaning back and melting into your touch

• Mindlessly run your hands on his sides and he’s shivering at the feel

• He loooooves when you make him feel weightless, tossing him around or picking him up has him giggling like a schoolgirl

• Fully sits on your lap whatever chance he gets

• God forbid things actually get hot and heavy

• If you make out with him he’s whining and open-mouthed

• Touch his thighs and his hips twitch until he remembers himself

• Will crawl into your lap and grind on you if you let him

• Goes crazy for neck kisses

• Insanely easy to wind up

• Takes him a while to get over his virgin demeanor but he gets there

• Used to be a very selfish lover until he learned how much he loves making you feel good

• Either a service top or the bottomiest bottom

• Won’t turn down doing nothing but generally tries not to

• Sometimes he completely forgets in the heat of the moment and just lets you do whatever

• Eager to please at all times, will try pretty much anything if he thinks you’ll like it

• Once you find stuff you both like he wants it any time you guys do the dirty

• He figured out he liked being manhandled and you were on it

• If you push him up against a wall it’s over

• Not like he weighs very much but it still makes him feel special

• You also made a habit of overstimulating him because he cries but still tries so hard to keep from pulling away because he still wants it

• On certain days he’ll specifically seek out that treatment

• Likes to feel powerless against you [really he just likes the attention and how it feels but that’s his “reasoning”]

• Vibrators.

• That’s it.

• Simultaneously his favorite and least favorite addition to the bedroom

• Loves when it’s used on him but also gets easily overwhelmed by it

• It’s so-so

• Face down ass up type of guy

• Takes that position pretty much every time you two fool around

• Likes when you grab his waist and get rough

• Also likes when you slap his ass but that’s only sometimes

• Emotional during sex, 100%

• Not the cry during sex type but gets very sappy

• Lots of “I love you”s in his horny ramblings

• Begs.

• Doesn’t even have to be prompted he just does it when he’s close

• So very vocal

• Not loud vocal rather he makes some semblance of noise the whole time, very whiney

• Likes being marked up with hickies only you two can see, he likes seeing the reminders of what you two did

• Lots of kisses and tenderness, loves feeling close to you during it

• Needy once he’s in the moment but usually doesn’t initiate

• If he initiates he is incredibly horny

• Those are usually the times he has to be touching you no matter what

• He’ll be all over you, constantly demanding your attention and touch

• Though it’s rare he ever gets like that

• Usually only if you tease him a bunch but never give him any release

• Not an overtly sexual person but obviously won’t turn it down

Johnny Harker ✮

pre-relationship

• Asshole.

• There’s no polite way of going about it he’s just sort of an asshole

• Has a bad habit of taking his anger out on you

• Fist fought you more than once

• Not a great start but any sort of relationship w/Johnny is hard earned

• He makes it difficult on purpose

• If you partner up w/ him on the job he will shit on you for any missteps or slip ups

• Has pointed a loaded gun at you at least once during a really bad fight

• You’ve kicked his ass [if you bring it up he’ll start shit all over again]

• Very bitter if you outdo him at something

• Once you earn his respect, he eases up a bit and cuts you some slack

• Takes a while but starts biting his tongue if you do something he disagrees with

• Starts to actually joke with you and let you see his less serious side

• He starts to act like a somewhat normal person once he knows you’re in it for the long haul and aren’t a coward

• Fights get less common but still happen bcs he’s perpetually pissed off

• One time you got hurt really bad and he damn near had a stroke, lots of conflicting emotions

• It’s hard for him to comfort people, he has a hard time not just logic-ing his way through other people’s problems

• Will always patch up your wounds and poke fun at you for getting them

• Same goes the other way around, you once stitched up a bad gash on his stomach and he couldn’t stop staring at you

• Would never in a million years admit to having feelings for anyone first

• You made the mistake of joke flirting with him once and he had a moment of “proving” how straight he was and it actually contradicted his whole point

• Gets butt hurt whenever someone jokes about you guys’ odd relationship

• Slowly starts to get defensive over you but will always deny it if you bring it up

• Finds any excuse to spend time with you

• He teaches you how to disassemble all of the guns in the armory and how to clean and work each one

• Tells you about any and all tech he has in the hideout

• Literally just wants to teach you stuff because it makes him feel good and brings you two closer

• Still, never gonna admit it

• After a really bad mission where you fully almost died he was livid pissed, simultaneously at you but also in general

• He took some of his frustration and worry out on you

• You obviously didn’t respond great to that after almost getting murked

• It turned to pushes and shoves until uh oh, you were against a wall

• It went how you’d expect, after a moment of high tension and debating wether or not you should throw a punch, he kissed you

• Hard and rough, almost hard enough to bruise

• Till eventually he dialed it back a bit to a somewhat normal make out sesh

• Still hot and heavy tho bcs duh it’s Johnny Harker

• Needless to say there was no prancing around it after that

• He started warming up to the idea of being a little more openly caring

• It was a hard lesson for him to learn

• Until this time he got badly hurt and realized he never wanted to feel like he didn’t get a chance to say what he truly felt for you

• So he sucked it up and started properly communicating and occasionally showing affection aside from the seldom shoulder pat

• You off handedly brought up your relationship and how you noticed a change in him

• That got him talking about how he really felt

• Thus, the relationship bloomed

established relationship

• it takes him a comedically long time to realize being in a relationship usually means showing it

• god forbid you try to show him affection when someone else is around

• does some dramatic shit like rip his hand away and look at you like you kicked his dog or some shit

• whenever you’re in private tho? he won’t leave you alone. he’ll be sitting right next to you, shoulders touching at minimum at all times. holding your hand or having you lean on him

• he’ll probably kill you and then himself if someone catches you, but it’s worth it.. probably

• so, so touch starved. it’s sad

• anytime you two have a cute domestic moment, he gets really existential and weird

• to him, any sort of relationship is hard to find and even harder to keep due to how he lives, so you were a total enigma to him

• it all comes back to him being grateful you’re there

• if you tell a soul he said those words he’ll punch you in the throat

• anyways

• going on missions together is always a massive hit or miss

• you’re either the perfect duo, killing vamps like it’s nothing, or constantly arguing and unable to find a good method

• most times you’re a good duo, tho, hold onto that

• insanely protective and possessive of you. like, concerningly so sometimes

• if any of his teammates act a certain way around you? he’s staring. if they joke flirt w you? he’s there. if they try some shit? his hand is on your waist and he’s starting shit

• not to mention if shit goes sideways on a mission, he’s like an animal, it’s scary

• will either fully deny he’s like that or be like “duh, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t murder someone for you?? tf??”

• no in between

• loves food

• the way to his heart is thru food and a good drink

• whisky drinker probably

• make this man some home cooked food, give him a glass of cheap whisky, plant a kiss on him and he’s head over heels

• if he wasn’t favoring you before, he was now

• if you two ever fight, bringing him a plate of food will almost always make him more receptive to conversation

• listens a loooot better after a while of you two dating

• he becomes way less insufferable tbh

• overall, a very broody, protective partner who adores your presence in his life

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• low sex drive

• he just doesn’t really seek it out

• but catch him at the right moment, and he’s on you like a dog

• fresh off a mission, during a spar session or in the middle of an argument? he’s hard as a rock

• he’s an adrenaline junkie, so anything that gets his cortisol levels concerningly high turns him on

• he’s odd

• loves being kind of mean during it

• big into degradation, he thinks it’s so hot

• both ways, if you call him desperate or useless he’ll explode

• biting.

• he loves biting you and leaving a shit ton of marks

• he wants everyone to see that shit

• almost always plants a big bite right on your neck, it’s like his signature

• very proud

• always strives to make you as noisy as possible, abusing all of your weaknesses at once to achieve it

• orgasm denial is big on his list of yeses

• hearing you beg to cum gives him an insane power trip, and he’ll never get sick of it

• also makes an attempt to cum inside you every time, another ‘marking’ thing, but you think he just doesn’t wanna pull out

• you don’t blame him

• loves when you ride him, being able to look up at you and guide you through while not having to do as much work is heaven

• definitely holds you really tight no matter the position, he either holds your hips or wraps you up in a sort of hug

• even if he’s rough he still wants to be close to you

• very very selfless lover

• if you want it, he’ll go as long as you want him to

• still asks for some reciprocation from time to time and who would deny that face?

• he’s such a sucker for blowjobs oh my god

• fastest way to make him nut is probably giving him a bj

• he’s normally the grunting type, but he’ll get vocal during a blowie

• full blown whines and praise if you catch him in a really horny moment, he’d also have little to no restraint and try to fuck your face tbh

• he has a hard time roping in any of his physical impulses like holding too tight, pulling and pushing or whatever else, but he gets a handle on it eventually

• overall 10/10 good lay, definitely would be an even better hate-fuck

[ayahimes]

my sunday contribution is related to her vampire au :

ayaka enjoys drinking blood from the femoral artery . there's something intimate about kneeling in between someone's legs and then drinking from them down there . of course she'll give oral too

[myrddin-wylt]

What do you think would happen if a nation gave blood or organ transplant? I like the idea that their blood/tissue would conform to the person it's given to and in some cases make them healthier (though they may get some...odd side effects, like knowing the emotions of those close by or a strange craving for the nation's favorite food). Mostly I like the idea of Arthur not drinking for a month so he can give it away, slamming himself on the operation table and saying "Let's hurry this up, I want a drink." Cause their organs will grow back so it's no big deal, just might take a few days.

.... isn’t the “organ donations can make you more similar to the donator, including taste in food” thing actually scientifically documented? not to that degree, but still. that would totally work as a headcanon. 

but okay. I have tried to answer this for like an actual hour. partly because, uh, not to be super cringe, but you caught me neck-deep in a Hetalia/Vampyr crossover where the character 'Arthur' in Vampyr (who never actually appears in-game) actually refers to Arthur Kirkland. this is a problem because your ask that was supposed to be just Hetalia is now fueling this crossover. 

without the crossover, I’m split between like. I really like your idea that the nations just don’t have blood types etc, and that the donated material would just conform to the host. but I also lean in the opposite direction, in that I don’t think normal human beings even could receive donations from a country? like... Arthur’s blood type is probably some immortal eldritch bullshit rather than like, type O, and receiving it would just kill most human beings. but my answer with the Vampyr crossover is that it straight up makes you temporarily immortal, which I suppose is technically compatible with “make them healthier” lol. which I’ll put under the cut because no one came here for Vampyr content. >_>

re: Vampyr. okay. I know no one asked but okay. at one point. without giving away any major spoilers for the game. at one point in Vampyr, a character who is at one point referred to as the Defender of Britain drinks the “blood of Arthur” and becomes the single most difficult boss in the entire game, bar none. mind you, his competition includes, without spoilers, vampire-werewolves and a character that is basically the male version of Lady Dimitrescu. he is 100% a mortal human being and he can still wipe the floor with all of them. 

and the reason my headcanon is “Arthur’s blood makes you briefly immortal” is because upon drinking this blood, it initially doesn’t look like this character changes at all? because it doesn’t make him a vampire or anything, he just kinda seems to get like, a caffeine boost... until you do something like [checks notes] shoot him point-blank in the chest with a sawed-off shotgun or make all of the blood in his body literally boil and combust and he shrugs it off like it’s no big deal. like it’s never explicit that the blood gives brief immortality, but even with game mechanics/health making human enemies unrealistically tough, I don’t remember any of them being anywhere near “shoot him 12 times with a shotgun and make his blood explode via vampire magic” tough. 

like good lord, he nearly kicked my ass on easy mode, and he’s legendary in the fandom for being an absolute fucking nightmare if you’re doing a pacifist run (ie hardest mode). and just to add insult to injury, he fights you using a medieval broadsword and a crossbow. literally everyone else, including the player, uses modern weapons and/or vampire powers, but Geoffrey "Defender of Britain” McCullum can and will kick your ass with a fucking sword, your shotgun and fancy vampire magic be damned. and I, for one, think Arthur Kirkland would be incredibly proud of him. >_>

[ruindunburnit]

After all of my griping about the Vampyre Calendar of Celebrations in The Fledgling Handbook, I pulled together a little calendar (or "Wheel of the Year") to show some celebrations they would actually have and how they celebrate them.

There's absolutely room to add more or remove some, so let me know what you think!

[ganseyboiiii]

If Miresy acted more like a 25-year-old honorary human in quarter-life crisis

It's late in the afternoon and Misery just woke up emerging from her closet. Sleeping on it did not work and she knew that she needed to reestablish her psychotherapy sessions with Dr. B. Unfortunately, being in the "Bride Exchange Program" kerfuffle that is her life, she knew there is only one person Were who can make that happen. She opened her bedroom door and went straight downstairs, hoping that she can find Lowe right away. She did not care that she was only wearing her Corpse Husband hoodie (with the hood strings all pulled up so that only her eyes are visible--and she's also wearing her trusty ol' Ray-Bans because she just can't with the light) and boyleg shorts. As soon as she walked in the living room, Lowe and his seconds (clearly in a serious discussion about pack matters) instantly darted their eyes on her.

Misery: Yo, Alpha, can you do me a solid and ask one of my jailers to set up a video call with my therapist? I promise, I'll pay for the session myself.

Lowe tensed his muscles at the sight of her. Misery's eyelids are swollen, eyes are bloodshot. She's been crying, or whatever version of crying it is for Vampyres, he thought to himself. He got so distracted with her eyes that when his own eyes travelled to her legs, his head jolted back to his seconds with a look that could slaughter an army of thousands.

Lowe: Leave. Now.

His seconds did as they were told, no questions asked. As soon as Lowe and Misery were alone, Lowe relaxed a bit, looking at Misery with the softest gaze.

Lowe: No tongue. Misery: Yes tongue. Alpha.

Lowe was not surprised that Misery would openly defy him, especially with how sarcastically she calls him Alpha. She curtsies at him, sarcastically, as she says Alpha, then walks away upstairs--perhaps to lock herself in the closet for the rest of the night.

A few minutes later, Misery hears a knock on her bedroom door. It was Mick.

Mick: Hey, "Miresy," I have Dr. B for you.

She was not surprised that Lowe was able to make this happen, but she was more surprised that Lowe made it happen mere moments after she asked for it. It made her think that maybe, just maybe, by some teeny tiny miniscule stroke of luck... this Alpha Warden actually cares.

[priwenshallprevail]

Okay, so I'm going to attempt to get some replies done tonight. Can't promise I'll get a lot done , but .. . .. Also ! With The Order : 1886 cross over in my arsenal, I will soon write up an additional connection to the canon connection between Vampyr and Banishers : Ghosts of New Eden, as well as connecting the two of them to The Order as one big whole. Will also be looking to write up the Verse for Ian's ghost having attached itself to Geoffrey. A lot of new verses are to come in other words. The world in itself is expanding canonly, but so too are the floodgates of headcanons.

[jackjolene]

Vampyr Headcanons

I figured that today of all days would be a good one to share my Vampyr headcanons. Be warned; I’m tying this to over to another favorite game of mine.

Having only Embraced those whose life was about to end (Dr. Edgar Swansea) or whose continued existence would harm others (Clay Cox, Edwina Cox, Father Tobias Whitaker, Seymour Fishburn, Venus Crossley, and Carolyn Price), Jonathan is able to convince Elizabeth to not take her own life. He immediately begins research on finding a way to completely purify her of the Blood of Hate.

Old Bridget takes care of their needs, bringing them supplies at scheduled intervals. At times, she will act as Elizabeth’s companion while Jonathan goes to visit his aging mother. After her death and funeral, which he is present at, he stays at the castle full-time, looking for the cure. His family’s butler, Avery Cork, comes with to serve and aid the last living Reid.

After over twenty years of hard work, he finds it at long last. After administering the cure, Jonathan, Elizabeth, and Avery wait with bated breath as he tests her blood for the Blood of Hate. To their eternal joy, the test comes back negative.

They return to London to find it much changed: The city has recovered from the Great War, from the Spanish Flu, and from the Skal Epidemic, and is flourishing. They make contact with their old friends and acquaintances from during the Epidemic.

For example, Charlotte Ashbury is overjoyed to reunite with her mother. Things have gone well for her cause; the fight for women’s rights and the equality between men and women has made great strides throughout the 1920s and ‘30s in the United Kingdom. 

At the Pembroke Hospital, Dr. Waverly Ackroyd has become its administrator. He isn’t too happy to see Dr. Reid after he disappeared into the blue. He has done well, both for himself and as the administrator of Pembroke, though, and Reid is happy for him on that account. 

Others have turned darker. Albert Palmer has risen through the ranks of the Wet Boot Boys, becoming their leader, and he is arguably worse than Clay or Edwina ever were.

Sadly, others have died in their absence. Darius Petrescu and Enid Gillingham have both died of old age. Both Rodney Grader and Archer Woodbead were brutally murdered, and Albert Palmer is the prime suspect.

Much to Jonathan’s annoyance and displeasure, he learns that a second Great War has begun. Only a couple of months earlier, the “Allied” troops were driven out of Europe and forced to evacuate in the “Miracle at Dunkirk”.

Jonathan and Elizabeth’s return couldn’t have been worse timed, as a few days after their arrival, the German Luftwaffe begins bombing London in what would become known as the “Blitz”. Jonathan Reid returns to the medical field as he begins working at Pembroke again with the influx of bombing victims.

A few months later, Geoffrey McCullum walks into Pembroke. During Dr. Reid’s absence, McCullum has softened his stance upon vampires, seeing as he has become one. When his status as a “Leech” was discovered, it created a new schism within the Guard of Priwen. Those loyal to McCullum joined him in creating a new faction, which rejoined with the Brotherhood of St. Paul’s Stole. Those who wished to kill him and continue indiscriminately killing vampires continued on as the Guard of Priwen.

McCullum is here to recruit Dr. Reid into the Brotherhood. As it turns out, the Nazis have their own counterpart to the Brotherhood, the “Thule Society”. Their goal is to uncover and weaponize various occult artifacts against the Allies, and their most effective tools are Ekons. A good number of Nazi officers, especially within the SS, are Ekons themselves.

There is a good chance that the Thule Society will try to cause another Disaster, such as the one that Dr. Reid stopped. As a powerful Ekon who has experience fighting other Ekons and stopping Disasters, Jonathan is a prime candidate to be inducted into the Brotherhood, which is currently working with the Allies.

Elizabeth is against it, but she ultimately concedes. She and Jonathan part ways as he goes to once again fight for King and Country. 

Between fighting German soldiers and vampires, and Embracing targets, Dr. Reid begins realizing the potential he denied him during the Epidemic. He soon finds himself catching up with McCullum, and then surpassing him, which is only right as his Vampiric parent.

Without a doubt, Jonathan hates the Nazi doctors in the concentration camps more than even the members of the Thule Society. They are a mockery of everything he has ever valued; they don’t deserved to be called “Doctor”. They are nothing more than sadistic butchers with scalpels instead of cleavers, and he Embraces them without hesitation. 

After the end of the Second World War, and after having stopped the Disaster that the Thule Society attempted to trigger, Jonathan returns to London and reunites with Elizabeth. They begin to travel, having long been confined by necessity and by duty.

Later in the ‘40s, an American tycoon tracks them down with an offer. He asks Jonathan to come and join a new society he is building, one “where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality”. This is the wrong message, as Jonathan cares greatly about the “petty morality” that this man so greatly despises. When Jonathan tells him about the cures he gave away for free during the Epidemic, the man leaves quickly, leaving behind a few choice words about altruism.

In early 1967, Geoffrey McCullum comes across a helmeted, suited figure attempting to make off with a child from the Docks. The fight with it is intense, as it is strong, fast, and can throw fireballs from its hand. After losing several good men, and nearly being set on fire, McCullum succeeds in bringing it down.

Taking off the helmet gives him one hell of a shock: It’s a teenage girl by the looks of it. She’s extremely tall for her apparent age, and very frail despite her perceived strength. Something’s not right about her, and McCullum knows just the man to find out what.

Thankfully, Dr. Jonathan Reid happens to be in London, and McCullum wastes no time sending for him. What Reid finds is... disturbing.

For a start, the girl has been mutated. Her blood is much like a Skal’s, the cells unstable, yet the mutations are very different. The powers that McCullum and his men reported about are very different from anything that an Ekon or any other kind of vampire is capable of, and in fact they’re very lethal to vampires (Fireball + Ekon = Dead Ekon). 

Besides the unusual height or the mono-color eyes (which reportedly glowed while she was alive), the oddest thing about her is a tumor of sorts on her stomach. It’s not like stomach cancer, like her own cells turning cancerous; this looks like it was something else originally, and then was grafted onto her stomach. Its cells are the most unstable and mutated in her entire body. Reid is at a loss as to where she came from or what she is.

Later, Jonathan and Elizabeth notice more and more reports of little girls being kidnapped in coastal towns and cities on both sides of the Atlantic. Remembering that the “Diver” was trying to take a child, they begin looking further into these incidents. They learn of an American named Mark Meltzer who has been drawing the same conclusions as they are in his own investigations. They decide that it’s high time they pay the States a visit again.

After arriving in the US, they just miss Meltzer before he leaves the country. After figuring out where he’s headed, they follow after him, coming to a spot off the coast of Iceland. They arrive just in time to see Meltzer’s boat attacked by monstrous creatures that emerge from surfacing spherical submersibles, that begin attacking their boat too.

To escape the creatures, Jonathan and Mary jump into the water and make it to one of the submersibles, hijacking it and setting it to take them back underwater. They are amazed when they see the sphere’s destination: A city resting on the sea floor. Jonathan is amazed further when he sees a statue bearing the visage of one Andrew Ryan, the very same man who came to him with his offer over twenty years earlier.

Andrew Ryan’s city of “Rapture” is real indeed. 

Thoughts?

[mslangermann-a]

HEADCANON. vampires ekons are not simply monsters to lynn. they are manipulative, deplorable beasts. with elevated cunning no man could comprehend and a bite so cruel, they were not senseless. they knew what they were doing. they were intentional. deceitful. and like a prowling cat, they would play with their food until the mouse was beaten by exhaustion. only then would they feed. 

lynn’s married life was easy, despite moving from her home country, despite adjusting to a very english world. she had blake. they had each other through it all. but someone something would take that all away. 

for months, lynn would catch a figure out of the corner of her eye, a tall, pale man who greeted her with a fox’s grin. he never approached her, keeping his distance, and at first she thought him harmless enough. time went on and he began venturing closer to their home, talking with blake on the street, making plans. nothing but idle conversation, lynn tried to tell herself. and yet lynn still expressed her discomfort. blake saw nothing wrong, his voice almost a low whisper as he spoke. 

the conversations grew longer and soon blake invited the pale man inside their home. for dinner, her husband had said. he wanted to come for dinner. for days he would not leave and lynn could not understand why. each time she tried to ask him who he was or what he was doing, her mind would darken, the thoughts seemingly blown away. on the fourth night of his stay, he beckoned the couple into the kitchen. 

i was promised dinner, he told them. who shall it be? lynn’s heart raced, panic gripping tight, but she could not move from her seat. blake’s gaze dropped to the ground, his face blank. his mind far from this room. it was not until the pale man circled behind lynn, brushed the rapid pulse on her neck with the tip of his finger did blake speak up. not her, he said. not lynn. the pale man was happy enough to oblige and instead he was at blake’s side, sinking sharpened teeth into his neck. lynn screamed. her world went black and when she awoke her husband was lying on the floor, pale eyes cast to the ceiling. 

[bruisedconscience]

..so my vamp au for Oliver where he k!lled his shitstain older brother…is not far off from other vampire stories :’)

[vampyrictus]

tag overhaul 

❛ 𝖎𝖈. / ic thread. ❛ 𝖎𝖈. / ic answers. ❛ 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓. / about. ❛ 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓. / headcanons. ❛ 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓. / beware the vampyr. ❛ 𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓. / loves. ❛ 𝖕. / promos. ❛ 𝖕. / self promo. ❛ 𝖔𝖔𝖈. / ooc. ❛ 𝖔𝖔𝖈. / memes.  

[vampyrgoff]

Hey lovely 🖤 Requesting a Nsfw alphabet for my stinky roadkill boyfriend Lester (if you don't mind!).

I swear to God I've read every single Lester centric thing here and I'm STARVED for content. Plus I really enjoyed the way you wrote Vincent's!

NSFW Alphabet: Lester Sinclair

lester sinclair x reader

contains— nsfw!MDNI, semi-pervy Lester?, sub!Lester (sorry to my Dom!Lester loves ppl out there), dom!reader, virgin!Lester, experienced!reader, lil bit of a mommy kink lol, somno👀, foot job? also not proofread lol

requests— open! send anything! check my page for who I write for!

vampyr’s note— IM SO HAPPY! THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST EVER? I noticed that there is a MAJOR shortage of fics/headcanons/anything really of Lester. i hope this helps that Lester Sinclair thirst be quenched<3 And thanks for liking how I wrote Vincent<3! That makes me so happy that people are enjoying it. AS ALWAYS: REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3 Overall thanks for requesting! and I hope you like it<3

(let me know if I should make a taglist and if you'd like to be on a future potential taglist)

gif isn't mine! here's the link to vincent's <3

(HES SO CUTE HERE)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lester probably is pretty clueless when it comes to aftercare let's be honest. He's probably gonna ask what you need from him and that he'll do whatever you tell him to. But once he gets the hang of things, he's always gonna cuddle you and call you all types of cute names.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He possibly can't choose between what body part of yours is his favorite. He definitely loves every aspect of you, I def think even though in the movie he was staring at Carly's chest, he's an ass man kinda like Bo lol He loves your butt, what can I say.

When you first met, you were on a camping trip with 'friends' or so you thought. They left you and your broken-down car to go see some stupid game of the season. You felt hopeless and wandered around the woods, looking for anyone to help you before stumbling on the roadkill pile. You felt your stomach turn and twist with disgust. The smell was unbearable as you looked at all the deer heads and bodies rotting away in a large pile. The Louisiana heat, already unbearable, made the rotting smell more pungent.

What made you stop in your tracks was, near the gorey pile, you see a smartphone. The screen was cracked and the phone was dirty, but you couldn't help but recognize the phone as one of your friends. You bent over inspecting the phone until you heard an unfamiliar voice from behind you. "Well isn't this a nice view, Jonesy?"

You turned around and were greeted by a cute petite man and his dog. The dog sniffed at your legs and such and the man gave you a warm smile that made you feel a teensy bit better about the situation you were currently in. "Hi! I'm (y/n)! I'm so glad I'm not alone in these woods." you say in relief. The man smiles at you, a cute little cheeky grin. "Name's Lester! And tha's Jonesy. Ya seem lost, sweet pea." His voice was dripped with concern and cute little worried eyes. You had so many questions and you were too tired to even think of any until you remembered the broken smartphone of your friend. You turned your back to Lester and grabbed the phone. While your back was turned to him all he could see was your ass. MAN! He admired the slight peak of your underwear and began blushing a bit. It's been a while since a pretty young thing like you came along, so forgive him for being so pervy.

Ever since that day, Lester knew what his physical fave thing about you was. This man will watch you help Bo at the gas station and his eyes are just watching your ass move.

When you guys cuddle at night, he'll bashfully grab two handfuls of your ass. He'll knead at the skin and kiss your face and neck. He knows how wet you get from such a simple gesture but he loves seeing you squirm under his touch, especially when he does it with such a cute boyish innocence.

His favorite body part on himself is probably his hands aswell. I headcanon (I have a Lester headcanon thing coming up so look out for that&lt;;3) that he's good at carving things in a woodshop way. Vincent is not the only one that has an amazing talent. I think Les' is way more hidden but nonetheless, he loves how he can skin a buck, and carve a beautiful thing out of wood/bone.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This lovely gentleman is scared to cum in your mouth. He's already a stinky boy but he's scared that he'll taste too bitter for you. He also is scared to cum in your mouth out of respect. He feels as though it's so demeaning but you convince him that it's okay for him to do so. Although it takes him some warming up to do when it comes to shooting loads into your mouth, trust me, when he starts to get comfy with doing it, it's his favorite thing in the entire world. He loves how you look at him through your lashes while you lick every drop of him up.

He loves to feel in control for those little few moments before you eventually put him back into his place by overstimulating his senses. When it comes to you and your cum, he's such a slut for it, yall. He loves seeing you cream all over his cock. He'll look at you in awe when he sees you bouncing on his dick and there's a whole bunch of cum dripping out of you. His adorable eyes will be half-lidded and his hands squeezing and rubbing at your thighs while he whimpers and groans your name a few times. "Oh, sweet pea, I love when 'yer pretty cunt squeezes me like this." He's a messy boy alright, but he loves when you make him a mess.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Les constantly thinks about domming you all the time. Although it seems as though he won't get close to doing that, he thinks about it all the time. He thinks about making you scream for him but he's such a gentleman and a sub to do so. He likes the idea of you taking control so that he doesn't ever do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Another virgin boy. His experience is only with himself. I think this is why he's not into domming you just yet until you guys are together for longer. He's never had to take the lead in anything, he's the baby... and he sure as hell acts like it. The first time you guys do anything remotely sexual, you have to guide him.

This poor baby is so clueless in the bedroom that you had to teach him how to finger you AND eat you out. You had to shape him into the little munch he is today.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I don't know if you can truly say that this is a position but this man is the best at pussy eating, with that being said... sit on his face <3 He doesn't care about how big or small you are... sit on that mf face.

As a plus-size girl, I get being scared but NOOOO this boy loves your plushy thighs around his head. He grips them so hard and needily, needing your cunt as close as possible, as he laps at your folds and sucks on your clit. He loves tonguing your hole as you pull on his hair every so often.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be humorous and giddy. This man lives for cute little moments with you. He'll get really flustered and make joke to lighten things before he becomes so embarrassed and red that he won't be able to speak.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't think its a forest down there but I'm sure he trims the hair on his own.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh, this lovebug is SO romantic. He kisses your cunt and thanks you for letting him even near your cunt before he devours you. He'll kiss and suck on your thighs when you let him eat you out.

If you've had such a long day of distracting guests and stuff, he'll have you lay down naked on the bed and kiss you all over. He'll kiss your legs and feet, will kiss your thighs, inner thighs, and will kiss your pretty stomach and chest. It definitely gets you going though when he acts this way for foreplay.

While you sit on his cock and bounce, he'll say cute things that egg you on, "Honeydew... my cock-- I think I needa' cum, sweet pea--", "More, please mama!", "yer so pretty, darlin', how'd i get so lucky?"

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This baby lovesss jerking off. It's the best way for him to get rid of his anger, his horniness and well it helps him relax. I think he's such a sweetheart about being horny a lot. To him, he sees it is quite bothersome to constantly ask for sex, so this'll be his best option. He always says "My momma raised me righ', I will never make you uncomfortable on purpose, sweet pea." so don't expect him to constantly ask you to fuck... cause he will not give in babes, he will very much mind his business and wait for you to come to him. But if you ask, I think he'd tell you that he wants to do things but I don't see him outright saying it.

I think the first time you caught him masturbating was quite interesting...

You caught the cutie in his room jerking off. Your (used) panties stuffed in his mouth so that he wouldn't make any noise at all. You couldn't help but admire him in all his subby glory. You were standing at the door for a long while. He was jerking his cock, nice and slow, the muscles on his tummy contracting as he went over his sensitive head when all of a sudden you spoke up. "Keep going, Les."

His head snapped towards you and you felt your lust growing deep within you. You closed the door from behind you and stepped closer to the bed. Slowly making your way to sit on your knees next to him on the bed. His eyes were still wide with shock when you grabbed your panties from his mouth. "Why'd ya stop, Les?" you said, giving him such a coy and teasing smile.

He bucked his hips up into his hand and played with his tip with the other. He looked clueless on how to really pleasure himself. It was so cute to you though. So you def helped him out, without touching him of course. You instructed him to stroke his cock slowly as he watched you play with your breasts and roll your nipples between your fingers. Watching you made him so feral, and you knew it.

You let him watch you play with your clit through your panties. You also let him watch you toy with your hole through your panties as well. He went soooo crazy over that though, you were staring at his dick while it twitched in excitement.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Collaring: This boy loves being your little lap dog. He loves when you're riding him and pulling on a leash connected to his collar. He gets so loud and whiny. He also likes collaring you babes! But I think he’d go all out for it. It’d say something like “Honeydew” on it or any other name you liked to be called. When you’re collared, his heart swells and he think you look so adorable. He’d even get a tag on the collar that says “Lester Sinclair’s property”

Somno: This boy is such a people pleaser and that doesn't exclude you, he'll wake up horny asf and he'll look over at you in just a t-shirt and he'll feel his heart RACING. He's gonna pull up that t-shirt slowly and get to work at your folds. He starts off with small cute kitten licks at your clit; watching you stir your sleep and shift a bit at the feeling. He'll slowly put your legs on his shoulders and lick up the juices that start to build up. He feels like it's wrong to take advantage of you, with his cheeks pink and rosy with slight embarrassment, but he loves the idea of you waking up and seeing him as such a good needy boy. On the other hand... he doesn't mind if you wake up and feel the need to want him too. He loves the idea of him waking up, already breaking a sweat, and seeing you perched on top of him with his cock deep inside you. DUDEEE he'd love it. He'd be so surprised too, his cheeks all pink and his heart racing. He'd def have these low whines and whimpers that would come out of him.

Breeding: Now... I saw a comment on my Vincent post from @iwhat saying that every Southerner has a breeding kink. AND YOU KNOW WHAT- anyways this baby is very scared of getting you pregnant at first okayyyyy. Like he's terrified. Especially if you've never brought up wanting kids. Like this man will always pull out whenever he can. But once you tell him that you want his cum in you, he's so ready to give you his all. This poor baby LIVES off of praise and your validation so he'll do whatever he can to give you his cum. He wants kids and he wants you to bear them, so when he's bucking his hips up into you while you have your hand resting at his throat, he's gonna slam into that cervix of yours so desperately, almost like his in a trance, almost like he's pussydrunk. He loves the thought of you being pregnant with his offspring and he loves the thought that he's doing WAY better than his brothers too. He's mostly happy that he basically found a spouse before Bo could

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In his or on his truck. 100%. He'll deep clean the back and add bedding to it. Just so that he could fuck you under the stars. Or for you to dom him under the stars. Whatever works. I'm sure you love watching his heaving chest go up and down as you rub his cock through your folds. He also loves when you guys lure visitors together, cause that means this brave little man is gonna get some rewarding head from you inside the truck.

On a different note, he has a little spot in the woods where he has a hammock set up and a little blanketed area for you guys when you want to get out of town. It has fairy lights and all. It was a gift he brought to you as a "thanks-for-loving-me-and-not-leaving-me-even-though-our-family-is-crazy" gift. After your romantic picnic, when he was cleaning everything up, you told him to leave it. And he sure did. It's your favorite place to go since it takes your mind off of everything.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh, this baby probs gets turned on by everything. I think it's your thighs and cleavage. This man could stare at your thighs in the blazing heat all day. He loves when you wear your shorts all around town. When you ride with him to get more buck he'll slyly stare at your thighs and his mouth will JUST water.

He'll rest his calloused hand on your thigh and knead at the supple skin. "Yer' skin's so beautiful, honeydew." He'll say lowly with a small smile on his face, as he leans into you and kisses your cheek. Of course, his hands will never stop groping your thigh, he loves the way it ripples.

Other times, you guys will sit in the house and watch a bit of TV with Jonesy. You'll lay down on the couch with your legs over his and he'll definitely look over and just play with your thighs. How could he not... you're sitting there in his flannel and your little shorts. All he could think is leaving cute love bites all over them. He'll lean his body down to kiss your thighs, earning a cute little giggle from you, and the sound goes straight to his cock, his cock twitching slightly at the fact that you're enjoying his affection. Noticing his hard cock on your legs, your face lights up with joy at the thought of teasing this cutie about his obsession with your thighs.

You look at him and whine about your thighs aching and how you need them soothed. He'll get so excited and will want you to sit on his lap with your legs spread apart so that he could just pay EXTRA attention to your thighs and you'll watch him knead at your skin in admiration. He loves the skin that surrounds your cunt. You stop his hands and snake his cock out of his jeans and let it spring out. You smirk and wrap your thighs around it; ignoring his cute whines, "Fuck my thighs, pretty boy."

This man loves your thighs so much.. don't even question it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Lester seems like the type where not much bothers him. He’s good with knives and stuff but I don’t think he’d use them on you… at all. like again he’s good at carving stuff out of wood but like if you were to tell him to cut you this man will 100% say no. He also will say no to degrading you. Even if you like it, this man will go out of his way to only praise you. He’s a soft dom <3

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, yall know this baby loves receiving. He just won't admit it. (this doesn't mean he doesn't also love giving) But he's obsessed with getting the life sucked out of him. This cutie is so timid when it's his turn for oral. Once your lips are on him, you'll need to gag this man if you think he can be quiet. His tip is very sensitive so when you tease him with small kitten licks on his red pulsing tip, expect him to be whimpering your name like a prayer...

You pull his jeans down along with his briefs and watch his cock spring and hit his stomach as he lays down, a small groan erupting from the back of his throat, "y/n-sweetheart... please." he'll whine out. And all you can do is smirk and smile at his cute plea. "I haven't touched you yet, Les. Good things come to those who simply... wait," you say while licking a long strip of the underside of his cock, beads of sweat already pricking his hairline. A low groan comes from him and he's already resting his hands on your thighs that are on either side of his torso. "y/n, please... I jus' wanna feel you... and make you feel goo-" His sentence was interrupted by another whine coming from him, this time being that you were kitten licking his pre-cumming tip. "y/n please-"

"ah-ah-ah, address me right, baby..." you say softly yet assertively. Your hand already sliding up to his throat, his bod already tensing. “mommy… please”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’ll do whatever you tell him. If you’re riding him and tell him to fuck up into you while you swivel your hips on him, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. If you need him to slow down his needy thrusts to tease him, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. He’s your little toy to play with <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes quickies but he also doesn’t like them. At the end of the day though… this man is a service top and will do whatever he can to keep you happy. Quickies wouldn’t be too often but I think they happen here and there. I can see you pulling him into a nearby closet and just pressing your ass on his crotch. He’d get so flustered, hands already flying to your sides, running low down to your hips and pulling your lower half flush against him. He’s quite easy to turn on so just a little moment like this could get him going completely.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He only would like to experiment if it’s you who brings it up. He’s creative with his hands and can get pretty crafty but when it comes to your guys’ sex life… I think he’s too nervous to even bring anything up. I think he’d love some sex in the forest but he’s never gonna tell you that, because he’s afraid of you thinking he’s weird :(

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Don’t hate me but this baby can’t last too long. He loves edging and loves when you take control and edge his orgasm for a few hours. But don’t expect him to last awhile once he’s inside you. Poor baby could probably cum from just cockwarming.

He gets sensitive after 2 rounds, small traces on the vein of his cock will get him crying. He’ll start begging once you lick all around his tip.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A small cockring for him. he’s so baby that he’d probably get really jealous of your toys, if you have any. If you’re feeling horny and he’s not around, give him a call instead. He’s totally talk you through an orgasm rather than you use a dildo.

You had to convince him to try out the cockring though. He had NO idea what it is and wtf it’s supposed to stimulate on him. But once he see your pleading eyes, he TRULY can’t say no to you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t much of a tease, he’s a service top after all. He does things unintentionally that can be seen as teasing though. Like when you guys are on the couch with Jonesy, he’ll trace his calloused fingers along your soft inner thighs. That shit drives you wild though, for sure.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He whimpers idc. This man whimpers and he’s loud. His whimpers have a bit of vocal fry but it’s so cute and charming coming from him <3.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Secretly wants you to peg him. idc you can’t tell me otherwise, if not pegging him he would love to try anal with you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think he’s pretty average maybe a bit thicker than average. carpet matches the drapes for sure. his tip is bright pink idc

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s always horny and yea touch starved as fuck too. BUT he won’t tell you. You’ll just have to catch him when his bulge is causing him some slight discomfort.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

this baby is so spoiled, once he gets the ass he’s been begging for this mf starts to fall asleep. It’s okay you guys take turns being the pillow prince/princess. he gets all soft and falls asleep near your stomach holding you tightly by your ass. Fondling it as he drifts off. he’s so cute but he falls asleep wayyyy too fast lol.

[the-fluff-piece]

hi! i’m the same anon who requested the blood blood fruit with law and yes that was based off my self insert and a devil fruit i thought of, there are other fanon devil fruits that are blood powers but i didn’t steal anyones idea or anything :) so basically a it’s a paramecia type devil fruit and i can manipulate and control my own blood and others. I can turn my body into a thin string of blood to avoid attacks, travel faster or snipe people. My heart pumps more blood than a normal humans would because of my devil fruit.i can make other people’s blood stab them through they’re skin or completely drain them. The more i move around and exercise the stronger i get because my blood circulation increases. It can given me inhuman strength, speed, durability, endurance, stamina, agility and mobility. I can control any blood within a 500 meter radius. I can turn my blood or others into weapons. I have a naturally high pain tolerance due to my devil fruit. I can teleport using blood. I can control any amount of people’s blood as long as your in a 500 meter radius. I can make your blood pressure drop so low you pass out or raise so high you explode. I can make my blood explode telepathically. I can make my blood weapons fly from telekinesis. No matter how much you attack me it only gives me more advantages because you draw blood. I can puppeteer someone using they’re blood. I can attach and detach my limbs by keep a thin string between. I can make my blood extremely poisonous or venomous. I can keep my colleagues from bleeding out. I can turn my limbs into blood weapons. I can shoot blood bullets that can contain either posion or water to kill you or medicine to heal you. (fun fact if you inject water in your veins you’ll unalive) I can stop my opponents heart from pumping blood. I have blood whips. I can make a blood shield. I can make blood wings come out my back. I heal and regenerate faster than a normal human naturally as a plus of my devil fruit. I can extend the range of my kicks using my blood strings.

(omg this so long oops, anyway if you still decide not to write it i don’t mind)

Hello Anon, thanks for your explanation - I hope I got your idea right

It somehow reminds me of the blood magic in "vampire the masquerade" or "Vampyr"- you sure you're not also a vampire?

I hope you like what I've thought of!

Law x blood fruit user headcanon

Law is very practical - he offers you the position of a nurse on his ship. After you blood-kick him into the ocean he rephrases that in a much more respectable way

He's absolutely fascinated with your Power (and soon, you)

since he wants to always protect his crew and advance his technique, you'll spend a lot of time with him in his lab, where he'll study the many different uses he thought of for your power - keeping blood packs fresh for a longer time, faster transfusion, maybe you can even change bloodtypes to make blood more compatible? Cleanse blood?

His intellect is constantly orbiting new ideas, he'll even show up at your door in the middle of the night to ask you questions only a doctor would, using words you don't know

another question on his mind: could he beat you? He proposes a training match. Can his power stop your influence? Do you still have control once he's chopped you up? Who can teleport out of the way faster? And how about he just crushes you under 5 marine ships?

no matter how long you're together, his fascination with you will never stop

he tries to cook a birthday dinner for you - there's this bloodpudding recipe he found...Bepo tries his best to stop him!

Whenever he's injured, you're the first one he turns to, always

Sometimes you catch him as he tries to manipulate blood with his power, but he's not good with liquids

Maybe he wants to open a hospital with you - some day.

[ruindunburnit]

Question for the House of Night fandom:

Should it be "vampyre fledglings" or "fledgling vampyres"?