#villain vampire

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hi dear! Love your writing 💗

what about a vampire villain x hero where the hero gets hurt and starts bleeding and the villain can smell the blood and wants to taste the hero? Make it spicy if you want, no pressure!

The villain’s eyes widened involuntarily. Although they tried their best to fight their instincts, they knew this feeling all too well. They were losing control.

“Shit,” the hero cursed. They took off their cape — heroic yet inconvenient — and pressed the fabric into their shoulder, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

The villain’s mind zeroed in on the blood. They could practically taste it on their tongue already when they imagined pushing their teeth into the hero’s soft skin, holding their neck in place.

Biting the hero was, they had to admit, a long time desire they had been pushing away. Feeling their skin against the hero’s, hearing them breathe, watching them move…it was something the villain dreamt about at night when their bed was empty. It was something they thought about on dates with other people.

The villain didn’t understand those feelings, not really. They weren’t sure if they wanted the hero to themselves or if they wanted them dead or if it was something completely different.

“You…” The villain squeezed their eyes shut and pushed the hero against their couch. They tried to be gentle but they were stronger than they wanted. The hero gasped when they hit the pillows. The villain hadn’t expected to find their enemy injured. Actually, they had wanted to rob the hero. “Don’t move.”

One hand held the hero in place, pushing their hips into the couch whereas the other took the cape.

“Knife?” the villain asked. “Or is it a gun shot?”

“I got stabbed,” the hero said and they cursed again when the villain removed the cape. They looked pale already. They were still in their sweaty suit.

“There’s a lot of dirt on your cape,” the villain said softly. “Not good for the wound.”

They stared at it, stared at the blood and allowed themselves to be transfixed by it. God, they had never felt anything like this for a human being. They weren’t supposed to fall for someone so…weak and mortal.

Suddenly, the hero grabbed the villain’s wrist.

“I think I need to go to a hospital,” they said. “Hurts like a bitch.”

The villain scrutinised them. Looked at their tired eyes, their dirty face. Whatever the villain saw in them, they realised they didn’t see any imperfections. What a scary thought. They knew they could never allow themselves to be in a relationship.

“Your identity, though?”

“I’d rather live and be exposed than die here,” the hero said. They pushed themselves off the couch and tried to walk through their living room, heading towards the kitchen. Their laboured breaths scared the villain and the wound didn’t look good. It was still bleeding, still a threat.

“…l’m good at stitching. I have some years of experience,” the villain confessed. “I’ll bring you to a hospital if you want to but I can also provide some aid.”

They followed the trembling hero who was struggling to stay on their feet. Without a second thought, the villain grabbed their waist and held them up. Holding them close as the hero gasped for air.

There were tears in their eyes.

“I…I don’t want to die,” the hero whispered. “Please…”

They grabbed the fabric of the villain’s suit, searching for some stability. It was awkward — the villain hadn’t planned on having the hero in their arms tonight, although that was a distant desire of theirs.

But weirdly, the villain’s body told them to protect the hero.

Why was a mystery to them. Whatever had happened, something deep down inside them forced them to act, forced them to take care of the hero.

The villain bit their bottom lip, trying to think.

“I understand,” they said. Their eyes jumped towards the blood. God, they could smell it. They could almost taste it. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“No.” The hero cupped their enemy’s face and pulled them even closer, making the villain panic. Both lost their balance and once again, the villain pushed the hero into the couch. This time, they held them and made sure the hero wouldn’t hurt themselves. It was much gentler. And way too intimate. “Please, I want you to handle this.”

“I— I can’t tell if that’s what you really want,” the villain said. “You’ve lost a lot of blood already and I am not sure if I can control myself…and I’m here to rob you.”

“You’re not a monster,” the hero whispered. “Please help me. I trust you. I need you.”

“Fuck.” Drinking blood satisfied the villain to an unbelievable degree. They could barely keep themselves at bay once their teeth sank into prey. What were they thinking? Offering their help when they couldn’t even hold themselves back?

Were they really that desperate to have someone to take care of? Did they love that? Did they love feeling needed? Or was it the hero who made them feel this way?

“Please,” the hero begged. Something close to a whimper escaped their mouth. Quite adorable. They pulled the villain closer, close enough that their lips almost touched. It was probably a thoughtless action on the hero’s part. However, it meant the world to the villain.

Suddenly, they realised how suggestive the position was they found themselves in. They were on the couch, on top of the hero. Close enough to kiss and lick and bite.

Maybe the hero was worth more than the villain’s own desires.

“I’ll do it,” they said, whispered almost. “Lay still, please.”

[faith-thee-slayer]

it’s always “your redemption is something you have to work towards for the rest of your life” and never “how was the unhinged spiral into evil? the unhinged spiral into evil looked fun”

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Denial of Desire

Yandere Vampiress x Henchman Fem Reader

TW: comphet, internalized homophobia, denial of feelings, yearning, slowly slippping into madness, yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship, murder (threatened), etc.

Ophelia often dismissed you despite your constant concern of her well being. You knew she was a vampire and a mistress of the night, but she consistently put herself in danger. You once loved Ophelia, yet you knew she was straight. It would be rude to impose your feelings on your mistress when she only held distaste for you. Especially since you were nothing more than a servant to Ophelia.

Whether it was to hunt for food or to bring some random man back to her manor, you always had to clean up the mess. It started to get on your nerves since you were still new to being a vampire yourself… yet you had no interest in drinking human blood. Not like Ophelia did.

“Your cleaning skills are subpar. Can’t you do it any better?” Ophelia nagged you as she kicked over your mop bucket with her black pinkie wickers. You sighed, hours of work now ruined in mere seconds.

“My lady, I was simply on the first round of mopping. This quite difficult to remove old blood from the walls and floor.”

“Then find a better way to do it. I need to fetch my next victim soon and I don’t want them to see this mess.” Ophelia gestured to you and the filthy floor. “If you have any complaints, you can simply leave.”

You bowed your head and frowned. No matter how kind you were to your mistress or how you did your best to meet her demands, it was never enough. You were never enough.

“Apologies, I’ll keep cleaning.” You went back to scrubbing the walls and floor. You couldn’t let her rudeness get to you… not until you found a new master at least. Ophelia would be hosting a vampire ball by the end of the week so you may have your chance to flee then?

Ophelia studied your form before she smiled. You never complained no matter how rude she was to you, it was a trait she adored about you. She wished every servant was like you. It would make her life less stressful then… except she knew you were her favorite. You always dutifully fulfilled your every command in a timely manner… Ophelia was positive you’d always stay by her side. Why would you ever leave your mistress? She made you.

Ophelia had brought yet another man home and quickly whisked him up to her room without sparing you a glance. You shook your head at her antics before you decided to explore the manor’s garden to tend to. Despite now being a creature of the night, you still retained your love for gardening. It was just a shame you could never see the flowers under the sunlight again…

Ophelia on the other hand, couldn’t even get past kissing with this man. He was just like all the others before him… no matter what she did, it felt wrong. Being with men made her feel sick to her stomach and the vampiress didn’t understand why.

All her life, her parents told her she’d find a man one day and she could turn him into a vampire to be with her… yet all of them were subpar. Their genitalia disgusted her and they were far too hairy for her. Everything about men was gross other than their blood. That’s all they seemed to be good for…

Ophelia wiped her mouth from yet another messy meal, the vampiress made her way to her balcony to study her night garden. And that’s when she spotted you. What were you doing down there?

Ophelia studied your form as you trimmed up some of the bushes and tended to the flowers. You were so soft looking compared to the men. Soft and delicate like the petals of the roses below… forever young and beautiful thanks to Ophelia. You’d never have to age or worry about sickness. In Ophelia’s mind, she saved you. Yet why did you always look so sad? Was her company not enough for you?

Ophelia rested her arms on her balcony, her red eyes scanned your sullen form in thought. She wondered if her night would be different if it was you beneath her and not the many men she’s brought to her room. If your skin was as soft as it looked… if you were sensitive and lovely- no!

Ophelia shook her head and pushed herself from the balcony in haste. The vampiress ran a pale hand through her Snow White locks in horror. Why would she think of you in such a way? You were another woman… you weren’t a man. You were soft and sweet like fruit but she couldn’t have you. She couldn’t sleep with you because you were a woman. And Ophelia wasn’t a lesbian… she couldn’t be. She had to produce a pure blood vampire, it was her destiny.

Yet her impure thoughts said otherwise. Ophelia knew the truth deep down… she loved you. It’s why she was so mean to you. It was to try to scare you away.

When the ball came around, Ophelia’s breath hitched when she spotted you in your dress. How could someone look so lovely? If she still had a beating heart, she was sure it would burst

Ophelia did her best to ignore you at the ball but her eyes often shifted to you as you danced with other vampires… how could you dance so carefree with other women? Didn’t you feel shame like she did?

It was when Ophelia hung out with a young couple of pure blood vampires that she questioned herself. This couple consisted of two women? Two female vampires could be together? It was okay to be… she had no idea she could make that choice.

Ophelia felt tears gather in her eyes as the two pure bloods reassure her that it was okay to like other women. That they were immortal creatures who could do whatever they pleased.

And that was all it took for Ophelia to go running after you. The vampiress had to confess, she had to tell you how she felt-

Ophelia nearly fell to the floor when she saw you kissing another vampiress. Her dead heart dropped to her feet in shock when you ran your fingers through the other woman’s black locks. You… you were hers. You were her servant and no one else’s!

Ophelia wanted to kill this vampire you touched! How dare she touch you when you were her property! You cannot be with anyone other than Ophelia, herself!

Ophelia rushed forward and separated you from the other vampire. Her breathing ragged and her white hair in disarray. “I am in need of your assistance this instant. You do not have time to fraternize with the other candies here.”

You can’t even protest as Ophelia dragged you away by your arm. You’re speechless when Ophelia dragged you up the stairs towards her room.

“Mistress-“ You’re suddenly thrown to her bed, unable to scramble away since Ophelia lunged at you.

“I hate you…” Ophelia cried. “I hate how you make me feel. How I can’t get you out of my mind.”

“Mistress-“ Ophelia pressed her lips against yours with fervency. Her hands hungrily grasped at your flesh. You’re absolutely gobsmacked at this transgression. What?

“I hate you so much because I love you. I love you so much, it makes me crazy.” Ophelia muttered into your lips. “And I don’t care who I have to kill or what I have to do, I won’t let anyone else have you.”

[starzeyquee]

Ikemen boys are (in)correct quotes

[yeehawpim]

a comic about my experience with this supercut of Brennan Lee Mulligan on LA By Night

[aquagirl1978]

Happy International Women's Day!

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Arthur Conan Doyle and Harrison Gray 🫶

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feel free to reblog with your thoughts/opinions

[arthurs-puppygirl]

Ayyyye, they should be homies

[seraphinitegames]

You’re so wild for adding in a sixth romance option (not to mention seventh route). I remember how much restraint you had to exercise not making Falk an official LI (just an official flirt). This villain must be something special for you to take on this extra work. I cannot wait!!!

Oh yeah…this villain is definitely something very special, hehe! ;D

Not sure what that says about me wanting to keep romancing the antagonists, lol!

Cannot wait to write this romance though! Also your team’s reactions to such a doomed romance…

Gotta love that angst, hehe!

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[chevlvrs]

ARTHUR MENTIONED 🥳🥳

[save-the-villainous-cat]

For a request I'd LOVE to see a lost, wounded hero in the woods stumbling into a vampires evil lair for shelter if you ever have the time to write that! Maybe hurt/comfort cause I eat that up

The hero’s eyes were filled with tears, desperate sobs escaping their throat quickly. So quick, in fact, that they had problems with breathing. Feeling themselves hyperventilate, they clawed at the wound in their arm, longing for the pain, begging it to make the threatening panic attack disappear.

The vampire tilted their head and let out a long, lingering breath. Silently, they observed the scene in their little house which was supposed to be hidden and sealed away from the world. Once, they’d met the hero. Cocky and arrogant, too reckless for their own good — it described the human in front of them, it described their actions perfectly. But right now, the vampire could only see the consequences of those.

“Easy,” the vampire said. Their voice was low and close to soothing but the hero was smart enough not to fall for that. The vampire knew. The hero knew. “Sit down.”

Without a second thought, the hero obeyed and exhausted from the chase, they let themselves fall onto a chair. However, they made sure to keep an eye on the door.

“I didn’t mean to come here,” the hero said.

“Clearly not.” The vampire’s eyes fell to the wound and sparkled weirdly. It was definitely a challenge to keep their mind clear.

Seeing blood was one thing. But smelling it, hearing the hero whimper…the vampire closed their eyes as they could nearly taste the hero on their tongue again. It was a curse, wasn’t it? To know the hero tasted better than anything the vampire ever had, to know that they couldn’t taste them right now…

“I’ll…” The vampire’s voice shook. Overwhelmed by sweet memories and raw instinct, it took every last drop of their control to keep their desires at bay. Sinking their fangs into that sweet skin once again and sucking on the sweetness the hero offered…god…just thinking about it was blasphemous. “I’ll clean you up.”

“It’s alright. I need an hour, maybe two and I’ll be gone, I promise.”

“This looks serious,” the vampire said. Hunger. The hero’s skin on theirs. The sweet murmurs and soft words whispered. Bite me.

Still, the hero was uneasy. More nervous than anything. They looked away, swallowed…their heart was beating fast and clear but they were in a lot of pain.

“You want my blood.” To that, the vampire didn’t say anything. Because, honestly, that wasn’t quite the truth. Yes, they wanted the hero’s blood. But they also chased that feeling again. The teasing, the warmth, the permission to bite.

Their one night stand had meant much more to them than they wanted to admit. Giving the hero control over their body and listening to their orders made them weak. Infuriatingly weak. To sense the rushing blood under their skin and hold themselves back had awoken something within them. Addictive. That’s what the hero was.

The vampire turned around and fetched a clean towel. They let it soak in warm water and eventually forced themselves to sit down next to the hero.

“May I?” they asked, focused on the hero’s eyes. Surprisingly, the hero, though startled, nodded with an open mouth and the vampire wiped the blood away.

Silence drowned them but what seemed to be a quiet moment between the two turned out to be a violent fight within the vampire. Instinctively, they grabbed the hero’s arm strongly. Saliva gathered in their mouth. Their pupils were blown up. Focus.

“You’re doing so well,” the hero said. Unsure, the vampire looked up. At least, some of the panic had vanished and even if the hero tried to hide their pain with flirting, they seemed to be better. What a tease.

“Could say the same about you.” They inhaled deeply and swallowed. Fucking focus. “I don’t have painkillers here, I’m sorry.”

“Your bite numbs, though,” the hero said.

“You’ve already lost enough blood,” the vampire argued.

“Then don’t take too much.”

Sweat ran down the vampire’s back. Christ. How was the hero the one in control in this situation?

“Hey,” the hero said, cupping the vampire’s cheek. “Help me out here, will you?”

“I—” The vampire grabbed the hero’s wrist.

“I need you,” the hero said. “It burns like a bitch and I don’t think I can handle the stitches. I need you.”

Holy shit.

“Be good for me, please. Help me. One bite.”

This was truly edging the vampire and they feared it only got worse.

[batnoise]

[🥀 / june 2023 ]

QVP ⚡

[ID: a scratchy looking digital drawing with muted colors of a golden bat anthro in black and red punk clothes with big boots and a crop top, standing with one hand covering his face and the other to his side, legs in a wide stance. he stands against a background of black and grey, accented by lightning bolts and jagged lines in the colors of the queer villain pride flag. /end ID]

[marshymeds]

Y’all get my self indulgent 2am sketches now, you’ve been upgraded

[redheadkittys]

...guys i think i have a light bright problem🙈(and this are only the ikemen bois)...

...bonus (and then we have the other side😁):..

...which haircolors makes you barkbarkwoof???...

[ragyragd0ll]

(currently started developing a ikerev fangame)