#💕 || the vampire's shadow

[oflostinfound]

@sparedareitspiecesasitflies replied to your post “She can hear the familiar footfalls, but she'll...”:

Once she was… presentable. Jewel made her way to Grim. Swallowing a gulf of air as she tried to steal her emotions. They had to talk. But words refuse to leave her mouth.

Again she hears her before she sees her. Keeping a stone faced expression that speaks of a time long before they became acquaintances. Hiding her emotions, swallowing them down and hoping they become crushed under the weight of her heavy heart.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ ... Ruby eye. ❞

Venom has returned to her words. The succubus turning her face away from Jewel, specifically hiding the still healing scratches that adorned the other left half of her face. Gloved hands readying more throwing knives for the oak tree she stood in front of.

Trying to hide the fact that they're shaking, but it's unclear if it's out of anger or fear.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ What do you want? ❞

To hurt me again? I'd let you. Forgive me, I'm sorry. Step closer and I'll gut you.

[sparedareitspiecesasitflies]

Frome ||here||

Jewel tries to dust off the dirt off her clothes. Everything has been turned around a little.

“I kind of just leaped with my heart admittedly.” Jewel smirked.

She leans herself close to Grim’s shoulder. Almost amused by the way Grimgbright taps her feet.

“Where you worried.” She asked, mindlessly teasing grim. 

to @oflostinfound

[kaykoko]

There's something about Guillermo holding the "Gay Guy" sign and gradually getting more into the parade that is SO healing. King is letting himself have that joy💖

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! :) I just really love all of your works for Hellsing and an idea popped into my mind. Could you write an Alucard x darling!Reader where Integra sends them on a mission to Brazil in disguise as a newlyweds on their honeymoon? I'm just sooo obsessed with his Riocard look, I thought it would be so fun to imagine! <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: To be honest I get you anon. He is so handsome in his RioCard form, with his little glass full of blood and wearing that suit 🤭💕💕. @marieisaghost

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, reader is unsettled by Alucard but both of them keep flirting with one another lol, mention of killing, gn!reader

"Lulu, you travel a lot, don't you?" You turn your face to stare at him, gorgeous smile already on his lips as soon as that little nickname left you. "What is it like in Brazil? How are the people?"

He thought about. Ancient as he was, Alucard was present to see or hear about all major events from humanity. And later on, to visit those same countries, as you two are doing now - hunting for a potentially dangerous vampire who climbed the stairs to the success, he was so important now, so powerful but Integra had her way of getting you and Alucard into one of his big parties.

After a few seconds pondering, Alucard glanced at his glass full of blood, long, dark hair hiding his eyes from you as he chuckled.

"The air smells like golden hour and the birds sing so loud, as if they wish for you to sing among them. The Brazilians are like fairies, if you will, as they can't lie but contour whatever promise they made with polite words and jokes. And the common folk are very affectionate." He sipped from his glass, little trinket of blood running down his lower lip before he could lick it. You laughed at that. "And their words sounds like a gentle song, so familiar yet so distante you can't quite remember where you have heard it."

The gentle hum of the plane's engines filled the cabin, the dim lighting casting soft shadows against the sleek leather seats. You sat beside Alucard, watching the clouds drift by through the small window. A moment goes by before you answer him.

"Quiet poetical, don't you think?" You mused, imagining the country based on his description. "Well, I'm looking forward to see it. We will be able to sightsee after the mission is done, right?"

Alucard turned his head slowly, he was still sipping from his glass, sometimes just shaking it to see the red liquid sway gently. His crimson eyes glimmered with amusement, lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. He always found your mortal, innocent optimism endearing — if not a bit naive. But he never discouraged it outright. No, he enjoyed watching you dangle the idea of freedom, without realizing he was the one holding the string.

He was the one who chose you for this role. So beautiful and all his, pretending to be his cute little spouse.

“Sightseeing?” Alucard repeated, his voice low, filled with the silky cadence you knew too well. He leaned back further into his seat, fingers steepled together as if considering your words. “That all depends. If the mission goes well and... if you behave, darling.”

You shifted uncomfortably, pretending to be preoccupied with the view outside. Sometimes Alucard took his jokes too far, the line between truth and joke unclear.

“Well, I just thought… if we’re pretending to be newlyweds, we might as well enjoy the facade a little more!” You explained your point of view, trying to sound casual. “A little sightseeing wouldn’t hurt. Husband.”

Alucard’s chuckle was soft but dark, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a beautiful sound yet terrifying in other circumstances. “Oh, you’ve been enjoying this facade more than you admit, darling” He teased, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. “Playing the role of my beloved spouse… It suits you.”

His words were laced with a possessiveness that you couldn’t ignore. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding as you tried to maintain composure under his piercing gaze. Alucard thrived on your uncertainty — on the way you balanced between curiosity and frustration in equal measures. He loved seeing you struggle. You knew that. He was an asshole like that sometimes.

“Maybe,” You replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper and your face heating up. Ultimately it was better to let him have this little win or he'll pout and throw a tantrum the entire time. “But it’s hard to keep up the act sometimes, you’re very convincing. I fear I won't be as convincing as you are.”

Alucard’s smile widened, a dark, predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. He leaned toward you, his cold fingers brushing against your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with a delicate yet possessive touch. He seemed like he wanted to say something, a secret passing through his eyes, black long hair hiding his face like a curtain, and then he pulled back.

“Rest now, my love,” Alucard said, his voice softer as he reclined back in his seat but the command was clear. "We still have a few hours until we get there. And perhaps, I’ll indulge you with that sightseeing you’re so fond. There's so very interesting places that are open at night.”

You rolled your eyes. "Aye aye captain."

Yoou reached out, your hand sliding around his arm and tugging him toward you. His eyes widened slightly, not in surprise but in curiosity. You didn’t say a word, there was no need. All that mattered was the closeness, the warmth, even if it came from the cold embrace of a vampire. Without a word, you rested your head against his arm, and he allowed you to whatever you wanted, his lips curling into a soft smirk as he watched you for a few seconds.

/⁠～⁠♡

The private plane had landed hours ago, and the sun now hung low on the horizon, casting the hotel room in a warm, golden glow. You stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the fabric of your outfit, a carefully chosen disguise for the next phase of the mission. The luxurious suite you were in felt almost too extravagant, too different from what you were used but trying to argument with Alucard was near impossível. And he wanted to stay at the most expensive place just for the sake of it.

Greedy vampire, you thought, he wouldn't even be able to sleep. After all, he's used to sleep at morning and you, as a Hellsing soldier, is more than used to sleep in whatever you can lie on during night. Extravagance was not your style.

Behind you, Alucard moved with quiet grace, his eyes fixed on you in the mirror. He had already shed his coat, his shirt untucked slightly, looking every bit the devilish rogue he was. He stepped closer, slipping a gloved hand around your waist, guiding you as you fumbled with the buttons on your collar.

"Let me," He asked, his voice low and smooth, as he brushed your hands away and began fastening the buttons for you. His fingers worked skillfully, but his touch lingered a bit too long. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips.

"You know, I can dress myself," You teased him, raising an eyebrow at him through the mirror.

"Of course you can," Alucard replied with a smirk, not missing a beat. "But why would I miss the chance to enjoy this view?" His hands slid up to adjust the collar, his eyes flickering with amusement.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

Alucard chuckled softly, his breath warm against your neck as he leaned in just a bit closer. "I’m many things, love. Impossible is only one of them." He finished with the last button, his hands lingering on your shoulders, fingers tracing the fabric as though he couldn’t help but touch you. You turned slightly to face him, a playful glint in your eyes.

"So husband, what's the plan?" You teased him, emphasizing the word, adjusting your sleeves as he watched you with that ever-present intensity. "Or you're just want to take care of everything alone while I stay helpless by your side, like a damsel?."

Alucard raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. "Playing the damsel role certainly is fun but not safe. Besides it's counterproductive. I'II catch our target while you search his office for those documents."

You nodded, trying to think of ways to enter the target's office, but the warmth in Alucard's eyes made it impossible. His thumb traced small circles against your waist, and though you hated to admit it, his presence was comforting in moments like these, when the mission loomed large and the stakes were high. He knew how you soothe your worries and fears with just a few gestures.

"Focus, Alucard," You said, but your voice lacked any real conviction.

"I am focused," He replied smoothly, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Just… not on the mission right now."

You felt your heartbeat quicken, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him just a little, your fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt. "You’re incorrigible."

His eyes gleamed as he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice a low, teasing purr. "And you love it."

You laughed softly, shaking your head again as you turned back toward the mirror. "You’re lucky you’re helping with this mission. Otherwise, I’d leave you to flirt with yourself.

Alucard chuckled, stepping back slightly, though his hand never left your waist. "Oh, I can flirt with myself just fine. But it’s much more fun with you."

You met his gaze in the mirror, your reflection showing the playful tension between you two. Despite everything, the danger, the complexity of your relationship, moments like this felt oddly natural. Easy, even.

"Fine," you said, adjusting the last piece of your outfit and putting your weapons in their proper places. "After this mission and you taking me to sightsee, you should really take me on a date, Alucard. I wouldn't say no."

Alucard’s smirk softened into a more genuine smile as he pressed a kiss to your temple, his hand squeezing your waist lightly. "Whatever you want, darling. But until then…" His eyes sparkled mischievously. "We make quite the team, don’t we?"

You couldn’t argue with that. Despite the chaos, despite the danger, there was something undeniably magnetic about being at his side. Even if he drove you crazy half the time and acted strange sometimes.

"Yeah," You said with a sigh, a smile tugging at your lips. "We do."

The night air was crisp as you stepped out of the grand hotel, the city’s lights reflecting off the polished black limousine waiting at the curb. The distant hum of life in the city created a soft backdrop of noise, but here, in front of the sleek vehicle, everything felt quieter, more intimate. Alucard, as always, had his hand lightly resting on your lower back as he guided you toward the car.

“After you, love,” He said smoothly, his voice laced with amusement as he opened the door for you. His crimson eyes gleamed under the streetlights, and even in the dim evening, he looked effortlessly sharp in his tailored suit, dark and dangerously handsome.

You gave him a playful smirk before slipping into the limousine’s spacious interior. The leather seats were cool against your skin as you settled in, and a faint, luxurious scent lingered in the air. Alucard followed, closing the door behind him as he took the seat beside you.

As the driver began pulling away from the curb, the city lights blurred past the tinted windows, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Alucard stretched his arm along the back of the seat, his fingers lightly brushing against your shoulder in a way that felt casual yet intentional.

“Excited?” hHe asked, his voice low and teasing as his eyes flickered to yours. “Or is it nerves I sense?”

You glanced at him, rolling your eyes slightly. “Excited isn’t the word I’d use. This is a mission, remember? Focus, Alucard.”

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to lightly squeeze your shoulder. “I’m always focused. It’s you who seems to be on edge, dragul meu.” His voice was a playful murmur, but there was that undercurrent of seriousness you knew all too well. He thrived in these high-stakes situations, while you, well, you preferred a little less danger and a little more simplicity.

You preferred a better plan, you preferred having more allies. Yet, you had to make it do with just Alucard by your side. Either way, you knew he wouldn't let you hurt yourself.

“I’m not on edge,” You retorted lightly, turning to face him fully. “I’m just thinking about the plan. We’re supposed to be subtle, blend in, gather intel. You remember the whole ‘don’t draw attention to ourselves’ part, right?”

Alucard’s lips curled into that familiar, devilish smirk. “Subtlety isn’t always the most fun, but I suppose I can behave for one night.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Of course, if things get boring, I might have to… stir the pot a little.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I prefer the term ‘charming,’” He corrected you, eyes gleaming mischievously.

The limousine cruised through the city, the lights outside glowing brighter as you approached the heart of the bustling nightlife. The party you were heading to was in one of the city’s most elite venues — a towering glass building that loomed in the distance, sparkling against the night sky. The event was exclusive, crawling with high-society types, all hiding secrets beneath their polished exteriors. You and Alucard were here to uncover one of those secrets.

As the limousine neared the grand entrance, you adjusted your clothes, making sure everything was in place. Alucard watched you with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes, though there was a softness in the way his gaze lingered.

“You look stunning,” He murmured, his voice softer now, devoid of the usual teasing edge. “They won’t know what hit them.”

You met his eyes, feeling a flutter in your chest despite yourself. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He smirked, leaning in just a bit closer. “Just ‘not so bad?’ I think I deserve more credit than that.”

You nudged him lightly with your elbow. “Let’s just get through this without any chaos, alright? Then I’ll give you all the credit you want.”

The limousine came to a smooth stop in front of the towering venue, the driver stepping out to open the door for you both. Alucard was out first, offering his hand to help you out, his grip firm but gentle. As you stepped out onto the red carpet, the flashes of cameras and the murmurs of the crowd were already starting.

He pulled you close, his arm slipping around your waist as you both made your way toward the entrance. You could feel the weight of his presence beside you, commanding and magnetic.

“We’ll be the perfect couple tonight,” Alucard whispered into your ear as you ascended the stairs, his breath warm against your skin. “Just follow my lead.”

You glanced up at him, your lips curving into a small smile. “I’m used to that by now.”

With that, you both stepped through the grand doors into the glittering party, where the real game was about to begin.

[baeryonixx]

Vampire shadow milk?

Idk why I ask it just got to my head by his sharp teeth

here it is, pretty vampire jester (ignore the bad quality

last sketch of the night, i swear i'm going to sleep right now, so goodnight 💕

[dakusan]

Hiii there! I absolutely adore your vampire!skz, the way you write is absolutely so delicious and I could read it over and over and over (and have…I’m a loyal member of the blood legion/loyal vampire fuckers.)

I had a weird question- how would blood disorders work in your vamp!skz au? I personally have sickle cell- ig I’m just wondering if blood disorders would be a deal breaker- like if it would taste gross or unfulfilling for the vampire who drinks it. Would disorders like these disqualify admission into blood doll circles? Would there be a secret market of vampires who’d pay high price for “different” blood? How do you think it would taste to a vampire? How would vampire!skz handle a blood doll or a soulmate who has a history of imperfections with their blood?

I am so thrilled to be a part of this legion of freaks and I cannot wait to be reading more of what you post on here 💕

OH ANON. You sweet, blood-rich, gorgeous anon. You didn’t send a weird question. You sent a banger.

let’s talk about blood disorders in the Vamp!SKZ AU. And more importantly, what it means to be wanted when your blood isn’t what the world calls “normal.”

· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────

🩸 B L O O D D I S O R D E R S I N T H E V A M P ! S K Z A U 🧬

or: what happens when your blood is not “perfect,” but still yours.

❓ Q: How would blood disorders work in this universe? Would they taste gross, be dangerous, or disqualify you from being a Blood Doll or soulmate?

💉 SCIENCE FIRST, BLOOD SECOND:

In the vamp!SKZ AU, vampires are highly attuned to blood composition—not just for flavor, but survival. Their entire feeding experience is a chemical, hormonal, emotional interaction. Blood is more than liquid—it’s data. Memory. Soulprint.

That means blood disorders like sickle cell, thalassemia, hemophilia, etc., do register differently. But not as “gross” or “impure.” Vampire tongues and scent receptors don’t classify by human ideas of normal—they register signature. Think: distinct melody, not broken song.

⚙️ BIO-VAMP PHYSIOLOGY:

Abnormal vampires (like Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin) have ultra-refined palates and metabolically enhanced processing systems. They can read your blood like a fingerprint.

They do notice when blood is oxygen-deprived, or contains misshapen cells, or coagulant inconsistencies.

But here’s the twist: 🧬 The rarer the blood, the more valuable it is.

It’s not about perfection. It’s about uniqueness.

🌑 W O U L D B L O O D D I S O R D E R S D I S Q U A L I F Y

💔 Absolutely not. You might not be mainstream market material in elite Blood Doll circles (the sterile, elite-approved feed farms for idle nobles), but:

Blood Dolls are chosen. Soulmates are fated. And fate doesn’t give a damn about genetics.

Some vampire households would reject atypical blood due to fear, ignorance, or outdated purity standards. But the trueblooded elite—especially Abnormals—are known to value rarity above all else.

Sickle cell blood? That’s a melody only a few can sing. And the right vampire? They’ll memorize your rhythm until it becomes gospel.

🛑 S E C R E T M A R K E T ? O H B A B Y Y E S .

The Shadow Market, often whispered as “The Velvet Below,” trades in all types of off-grid blood. There are factions of vampires (collectors, fetishists, anarchists) who seek out:

Blood with rare traits (sickle cell, hemophilia, RH-null, Bombay phenotype)

Blood from ill or near-death donors (said to taste “closer to the veil”)

Blood altered by intense trauma, hallucinations, or strong pharmaceutical history

“Bruised blood” (term for chronically ill donors with uncommon chemistry)

It’s dangerous. It’s underground. But it’s very real. And some vampires will pay entire estates for a vial of blood that tastes like nothing else on earth.

👅 H O W D O E S I T T A S T E ?

To vampires? Blood with disorders is often:

Deeper in flavour (like aged wine)

Softer or sharper in texture (depending on viscosity/coagulation)

Emotionally louder — pain and resilience imprint the blood with psychic weight

Occasionally more feral or unstable to drink — some vamps say it “fights back” or burns going down (not in a bad way)

It’s not about yum or yuck. It’s about experience. Chan would say:

“It sings different. I like when it surprises me.”

❤️‍🩹 H O W W O U L D V A M P ! S K Z H A N D L E A S O U L M A T E W I T H B L O O D I M P E R F E C T I O N S ?

Let’s go one by one, just a taste:

Bang Chan

Would immediately research your condition in its entirety. Probably already owns three private medical labs. Knows more about your body than your doctors.

“Your blood is yours. It chose me, remember? That makes it perfect.” Never feeds without tracking your vitals. Will invent a better treatment if one doesn’t exist. You’ll feel like both a temple and a miracle.

Minho

Barely blinks. Already knew. Says nothing, just makes subtle accommodations. Would kill anyone who even insinuated you were defective.

“It’s your blood. That means it’s mine. Problem?” Will literally destroy a blood bank and offer his vein in silence.

Changbin

EMOTIONAL REACTION KING. Cries when he finds out, not out of fear, but love.

“You’re still here. After all that. You’re still fighting.” Says your blood tastes like fire and steel and poetry. Calls it “warrior’s wine.”

Hyunjin

Romanticizes it instantly. Paints it.

“Your blood bends the rules and still blooms. That’s art.” Would never see it as weakness. Only story. Only strength.

Jisung

Worries about hurting you—asks a million times, makes spreadsheets, will delay feeding until he's 3000% sure it’s safe.

“You’re not broken. You’re just built different. Like... like titanium spaghetti or something?? I dunno—cool though!!”

Felix

Soft. Devoted. Will read your blood like Braille and cry over its history.

“Every cell chose to keep you alive. How could I not treasure that?” Makes feeding rituals sacred. Always checks in. Never rushes.

Seungmin

Dry humor activated.

“Well, if you die mid-bite, that’d be awkward. Let’s not.” But deeply respectful. Will advocate for you in any blood space. Gives no tolerance to elitist blood snobs. Will snark them into dust.

Jeongin

Terrified he’ll hurt you, so he learns everything. EVERYTHING.

“I’ll never bite without a backup plan, snacks, saline, and a playlist.” Ends up being your biggest fan and your softest nurse.

T D L R :

– your blood 🩸 is not “bad” or “gross,” it’s just built different™ – vampires taste everything 🧠🔬 — cell shape, oxygen levels, iron, hormones — it’s science but sexy – blood with disorders like sickle cell = 🍷 rare vintage energy – it might taste sharper, warmer, richer, or have an emotional “kick” — like spiced wine or electric honey 🧃⚡️

💅 You are not disqualified. You are couture.

– elite vampires might be snobs 🙄 but Abnormals? they’re out here like:

“mmm trauma-infused resilience with an iron twist? 10/10.” – secret vampire markets exist where your blood would go for $$$ bc it’s unique 💸🧛‍♂️ – flavor isn’t about “normal,” it’s about signature ✍️ – and if you're a soulmate? bitch it's FATED. they’d fight God for a sip 😤💍

· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────༺♱༻────── · ·· · ──────

Thank you for bleeding this question into my inbox. You, my dear, are not disqualified. You’re one of the rarest vintages in the vault 🩸🦷💌

[austinbutlerslovers]

Master List II 100% Smut

💝Romantic ❤️‍🔥Passionate ⚠️Hardcore 🚨Deranged 🏆 Top

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• We did it! We reached the tumblr 100 link limit on fics!🏆 💕 All the new upcoming fics will be linked on 🔗Master List I, and moved here to 🔗 Master List II to keep all the links active! 🤩 ❤️Thank you for all the love & support 😍 more to come! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

••••••••••••••••Unlinked on 🔗Master List I•••••••••••••

🚨 Devotion NEW

⚠️ Obsession 🏆 ✨

❤️‍🔥 Power & Control One Shot

⚠️Feyd Fantasy 1 Pleasure & Pain 🏆✨

🚨Feyd Fantasy 2 Baroness & Breeder 🏆

⚠️Feyd Fantasy 3 Kill or Be Killed 🏆

🚨Feyd Fantasy 4 Madness & Mayhem 🏆✨

⚠️ Feyd Fantasy Part 5 Endless Empire

⚠️ Feyd Fantasy Part 6 Brazen Baron

🚨 Feyd Fantasy Part 7 Honor & Heir COMPLETE

❤️‍🔥The Tape 4.27

❤️‍🔥Before the Night Out 🏆 4.18

❤️‍🔥Unlocked Desires 4.16

💝Sugar Daddy 4.11

❤️‍🔥Quick-Take 🏆 3.27

❤️‍🔥Tied in Temptation 3.25

💝Physical Touch 🏆 3.18

❤️‍🔥 Daddy’s Doll 3.16

💝Romantic Rêverie 🏆 3.11 on

💝Without You 🏆 3.5

❤️‍🔥Cancun Heat 🏆 2.28

❤️‍🔥Don’t Choke 🏆✨2.26

💝Hideaway 🏆 2.21.25

💝Laced in Love 🏆 2.14.25

❤️‍🔥Just Between Us 🏆 2.9.25

❤️‍🔥Birthday Girl 2.7.25

❤️‍🔥Touch of Habit 1.30.25

❤️‍🔥Passenger Princess 🏆 1.28.25

💝Golden Glow 🏆 1.19.25

❤️‍🔥Overstimulation 1.16.25 🏆 ✨

❤️‍🔥Rebound Romance 1.9.25

❤️‍🔥Heavy Part 2 1.5.25

🎄How We Became Us 12.25.24

🎄 Wrapped in Love 🏆 12.22.24

💝 Model Patient 12.14.24

🚨Edge of Desire 12.11.24

❤️‍🔥Buzzcut 🏆 ✨ 12.7.24

🍁 Thankful 11.28.24

❤️‍🔥Birthday Boy 11.24

❤️‍🔥New Fetish 🏆 11.22

❤️‍🔥The Massage 11.18

💝His Princess 🏆 11.13

❤️‍🔥Heavy 🏆 10.7

💝Austins Praises 10.6.24

💝One Night in Budapest 9.16.24

❤️‍🔥Fight Training 🏆 (Sub Austin)

💝Avec Moi 🏆 (anniversary sex)

💝Cat Daddy (fluff +smut)

❤️‍🔥Ride Me (kink)

❤️‍🔥Lazy Day 69 🏆

💝False God (meet cute)

💝Austins Bath

❤️‍🔥Wet Dream

❤️‍🔥Hollywood Authentic Feeling

🚨Austins Angst

❤️‍🔥Work Me Like Wet Clay (very first fic ever ✨)

❤️‍🔥 His Every Desire 1.26.25

❤️‍🔥 CEO Daddy 2.7.25

❤️‍🔥 Temptation 2.21.25

🔗 Hank Caught Stealing Full Master List

❤️‍🔥After Hours 🏆 ✨ 9.24

❤️‍🔥Kiss it Better 10.13

❤️‍🔥Jealous 10.24

❤️‍🔥Playing Dirty 11.4

❤️‍🔥Zip Ties 🏆 11.7.

❤️‍🔥Another Load 11.15

❤️‍🔥Home Run Hank 4.29

❤️‍🔥False Intruder 5.1

❤️‍🔥Wild Hearts 3.31

❤️‍🔥New Neighbor 🏆 2.2.25

💝But Daddy I Love Him 1.1.25

❤️‍🔥Benny Cross Part 1: 🏆 ✨ Handsome Stranger 7.3.24

💝Benny Cross Part 2: The Vandals 7.16.24

❤️‍🩹Benny Cross Part 3: Playing House 7.22.24

❤️‍🔥Benny Cross Part 4: ‘Til Death 8.29.24

❤️‍🩹Benny Cross Chapter 5 🏆 Broken Promises 9.4.24

❤️‍🔥Benny Cross Chapter 6: For Keeps COMPLETED 9.12.24

🚨The Chase 🎃 🏆 10.19.24

⚠️ The Good Girl (one shot) 🏆✨ 9.23.24

❤️‍🔥Until the Bed Breaks (one shot) 🏆 ✨ 9.16.24

❤️‍🔥He Knows Things (one shot) 🏆 9.6.24

❤️‍🔥Rough Ride (one shot ) 8.4.24

❤️‍🔥Strip for Me (one shot)🏆 6.12.24

❤️‍🔥Chokehold (one shot) 6.8.24

❤️‍🔥Hard at Work (one shot) 🏆

🔗 Seeking Salvation

🔪 Patrick Bateman Master List

⚠️Under the Mistletoe 12.18.24

⚠️ Silk & Silence 1.1.25

⚠️ Drenched in Shadows 1.13

⚠️ Star Student 5.1

❤️‍🔥 Wear You Out 4.16

❤️‍🔥Good Girl Gone Bad 3.26

⚠️Love/Hate 3.23

🚨 Pretty Little Secret 12.5.24

🚨 The Hunt (Austin Vampire 2) 11.19.24

❤️‍🔥The Red Dress 🏆 11.11.24

⚠️ Blood Bound (Austin Vampire ) 10.30.24

🚨 Teachers Pet 🏆✨5.4.24

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 🏆✨

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 2 🏆

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 3 🏆 5.12.24

🚨 Mr. Butlers Babysitter 4 COMPLETED 6.30.24

❤️‍🔥Eternal Ink 5.29.24

⚠️ The Belt 6.1.24

🪖 All MOTA Fics Master List 🪖

💝 Sweet as Pie 🎃

💝Major Gale Fantasy 1:He Racks You Down&Knocks You Up✨

💝Major Gale Fantasy 2 : Missing You Every Second

⚠️ Bucked & Fxcked 🏆✨

⚠️Bucked & Fxcked Part 2 One Last Buck 🏆

🚨Lake House Lessons

💝Well I’ll Be Damned

••••••••••••••✍🏼Upcoming Fic List••••••••••••••

[oflostinfound]

Nicolas Abbott held a paper. And knocks on the door.

“Excuse me? I was under the impression that my daughter lived here.” He seemed half covered in dirt and ash.

@sparedareitspiecesasitflies

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Really now? Your daughter? ❞

His arms are crossed as Grimbright leans on the door frame of their house, brown eyes scanning over the strange man before him. He hadn't exactly told Jewel to hide the fact that he had given this place to her, but he wasn't keen on sharing her location with someone he saw as a complete stranger.

And as far as he was aware her father was long since dead.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ And what exactly gave you that impression? ❞

[oflostinfound]

She sighs, but leans into the contact. Eyes closing and tail swaying gently behind her.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ ... Sorry. ❞

Grumbling. Before placing her forehead on Grim’s. Enjoying the comfort of her presence.

[aphroditelovesu]

.⋆◞❖°･.masterlists◡̈♡._

*:･ﾟ✧.for you, 𝐼 ★•¸— ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ pretend like ❝.╭.+I w͟a͟s͟ h𝑎ppy°⊹when I was⋆◟̆๑𝓼𝓪𝓭; for you❝.:*｡I could p͟r͟e͟t͟e͟n͟d͟˘.+*✦like I ɯαs▾₊˚𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 wh𝑒𝑛 I｡*☆𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩; ℐ wish･ﾟ｡❥love was ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ❀⊰｡as love ̶i̶t̶s͟e͟l͟f͟╮ⵓ❞¸I ɯısh all あ.♡my 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 could ❞.ᔘ❀be 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓; I୭.° grew a 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟+*.♡:th𝑎t can't be ↬,｡˚𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘿 in a↷.dream•that c͟a͟n͟'͟t͟ come ★*̣̥⁄⁄𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮৴☽❰❪+

↳¸•.↑✿cited song: fake love by BTS.

➷°.[✩] BTS ╭⟡;💜

➷°.[✩] BLACKPINK╭⟡;🖤

➷°.[✩] ITZY ╭⟡;🧡

➷°.[✩] Stray Kids ╭⟡;💙

く く く EXO: Yandere Baekhyun (Romantic), Yandere Suho (Romantic). く く く TWICE: Imagine as Classmates.

➷°.[✩] Greek Mythology ╭⟡;⚡

➷°.[✩] Egyptian Mythology ╭⟡;𓂀

➷°.[✩] Historical Characters ╭⟡;📜

く く く The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

➷°.[✩] The Vampire Diaries // The Originals╭⟡;🧛

➷°.[✩] House of the Dragon╭⟡;🐉

➷°.[✩] Game of Thrones╭⟡;❄️

➷°.[✩] The Sandman╭⟡;⌛

➷°.[✩] Outlander╭⟡;🗿

➷°.[✩] Wednesday╭⟡;🎻

➷°.[✩] Brooklyn Nine-Nine╭⟡;👮‍♂️

➷°.[✩] Bridgerton╭⟡;🐝

➷°.[✩] Shadow and Bone╭⟡;☠️

➷°.[✩] Outer Banks╭⟡;💰

➷°.[✩] K-Dramas╭⟡;❤️

➷°.[✩] Reign╭⟡;👑

➷°.[✩] The Tudors╭⟡;🗡️

➷°.[✩] Hannibal╭⟡;🍽

➷°.[✩] Percy Jackson╭⟡;🌊

➷°.[✩] Harry Potter╭⟡;🔮

➷°.[✩] A Court of Thorns and Roses╭⟡;🌹

➷°.[✩] A Song of Ice and Fire╭⟡🔥

➷°.[✩] Attack on Titan╭⟡⚔️

➷°.[✩] Naruto╭⟡🍥

➷°.[✩] One Piece╭⟡👒

➷°.[✩] Death Note╭⟡📓

➷°.[✩] Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir╭⟡🐞

➷°.[✩] How To Train Your Dragon╭⟡🐲

➷°.[✩] Marvel╭⟡۞

➷°.[✩] DC Comics╭⟡🦸‍♂

➷°.[✩] Love Letters╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Love Letters II╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Kinktober 2023╭⟡🎃

➷°.[✩] 7k Special Masterlist╭⟡💌

[just-some-user-hunny]

For hellsings request n bit of a history buff since there are legit living descendents of Vlad the impaler

How would Alucard and Integra be during international meetings with a royal who is the last direct bloodline of when he was human before being a vampire, seeing that the descendent is quite shy but very responsible with the country they are ruling

Oh my gosh I think this is the first hellsing request I’ve ever received! I’m so happy😭💕

Ooohhh that’s such a cool idea!!! Alucard would probably be so taken back at the realisation that he has actual blood descendants, someone related to him, family, that he would probably become very protective and probably fatherly over them. He is conflicted however- he is an incredibly complex person, and he feels disconnected from being human (he was arguably just as much a tyrant when he was alive as he is as a monster) that he’d internally struggle a little with the concept of having something so mortal and fragile connected to the last few pieces of him that remained after he turned, as if they exist as a reflection of himself when he was young and mortal (painful memories he doesn’t like thinking about), so he’d certainly be a complicated mix of hovering protective father, and a dismissive shadow until he at least works through his own internal feelings about them.

However, seeing them rule well would make him proud. He was a certainly memorable and glorious figure in history (mostly for his gory actions), so to see the last of his blood doing well would make him feel at least a little accomplished. Something good came from him, this person is the last shred of humanity and light to come from his blood.

This little meek thing is of his blood? He’d tease, playfully of course.

Integra is intrigued. Both by your mere existence, and of Alucards reaction. Her eyes would probably be on her hound the moment you introduced yourself, curious of his reaction. She’s surprised- but pleasantly so. She’s interested to see you live up to the name of the infamous impaler.

[moonchild701]

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

Red Night

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You go searching for the hot vampire you saw and you get exactly what you want

Pairing: Vampire!Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: Enthusiastic Consent, Fear Play, Chasing, Blood, Blood Kink, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Sex in the Woods, Clothed Sex, Mind Break (kinda??),

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Happy Halloween! Final part of my Halloween posts! The entire idea for these are technically because of @candycandy00 , so this is mostly thanks and dedicated to you candy! 💕💕

My Masterlist

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

The first time you saw him, you were...intrigued.

Dark scars contrasting pale skin like a mosaic, gleaming silver staples holding him together, pure white hair, shining like a halo. Yet the most prominent thing about him were his eyes.

Piercing blue, almost glowing. You've never quite seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. It was unnatural. It was beautiful.

And when he met your gaze, there was something...off...about him.

Maybe it was the way he seemed to catalogue everything about you in a single glance, maybe it was the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, head tilted. Maybe it was the way he smirked; like he found a new toy.

No, not a toy. Prey.

Whatever it was, an uneasiness settled in your stomach.

He's not human. You know of them of course, the vampires that go bump in the night, though this is the first time you've been knowingly in the pressence of one.

You walked away with the feel of his eyes on your back and something dangerous settling in beside the unease within you.

*****

You thought that would be the last time you saw him.

You were wrong.

He was everywhere.

Like a shadow, he followed you; watching you, stalking you, hunting you, haunting you.

You would see him out of the corner of your eye, though when you looked, he was gone.

The feeling of being watched became a constant for you; fear a familiar friend.

And yet, after having grown accustomed to him, to that fear, you can't help the thrill that goes through you when you see him; the adrenaline rush in your veins whenever you feel his eyes on you, but you can't see him. The feeling of being hunted should be terrifying, and it is. Yet it's also so very exhilarating.

You know you're playing with fire, but you can't help it.

You wonder how it would all end.

You wonder when he would lose his patience.

*****

It happens when you decide to take a late night walk. Above you, the full moon glows with a tint of eerie red. A Blood moon, fitting for this night.

You know he's there, you caught a glimpse of white within the darkness, you can feel his eyes on you, and a shiver goes through you at what you plan to do.

You know this is where he frequents, practically his playground; it's why you're here. You crave to know him, to touch him, feel him; to have his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck.

And even through all of that, when he jumps down from the darkness of the trees above you, landing directly in front of you, the moment your eyes lock on his hypnotising azure gaze, on the vicious glee held within when you shriek in surprise, your instincts all immediately scream at you to run; because you are but a small prey in the presence of a predator.

You're running before you even process what you're doing, just following your instincts.

Running, running, running, your heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

The night air is crisp and cool against your face as you run. Your shoes hit the soft earth with the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves, branches snagging on your dress, tearing at the soft material and scraping your legs.

"I can smell you~" he rasps, his sultry voice sounding both distant and like he's directly next to you, all you see in the corner of your eye is that burning blue, before it disappears just as quickly.

"Run, little mouse," he coos, sounding like it's coming from behind you, making you turn your head back. But nothing is there.

"When I catch you, you're mine." His voice seems to come from multiple directions in the dark, and dread and excitement swirl deep in your gut, thighs burning as you run.

The thrill of the chase just adds to your excitement, knowing that the creature hunting you will inevitably catch you. And when he does, you will be at his mercy; his to do with as he wishes, his to use, his to claim, his to consume, body and soul.

The sudden silence blanketing your surroundings only amplify the heated fear, and all you can hear is your racing heartbeat, rushing blood, and the rustling of leaves.

The cold wind blows past you as he dances around you, playing with his prey as he darts around you, reaching out to brush surprisingly warm fingers along your skin, just to make you yelp.

The way he's so obviously playing with you somehow both makes you want to snarl and cry, and makes heat stir in your gut. It doesn't help that you catch a glimpse of a wide, feral grin whenever he's close enough to see it.

And then you stop seeing him.

You stop to catch your breath, every gulp of air dragging through your lungs, and you glance around wildly.

Having the vampire right on your heels is nerve-wracking enough, but the moments where he vanishes entirely are far worse.

Suddenly, you hear the rustling of leaves off to your side, and you automatically lash out, only for a scarred hand to grab your arm and press you into the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, a choked scream crawling up your throat.

Really, you should've known better than to try outrunning him.

You jerk and thrash automatically, the instinct to keep fighting and escape still present, but the vampire just keeps you pinned firmly against the tree, and only seeming amused at your squirming.

You force yourself to calm down, because not only will you acting like prey make this more dangerous than it already is, but this is exactly what you want! What you crave.

As you relax, a heated hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place, but not squeezing, and you're finally able to take in his appearance properly, and God, the sight of him with wild hair and an utterly unrestrained expression, grin so wide it looks like it hurts, as he drags his tongue over his teeth, the sharp points of his fangs glinting in the moonlight, is...Well, to put it simply, your underwear is drenched in your slick.

And this close, you realize that the pupils of his eyes are thin slits, like those of a cat's, and they're locked on you.

Chuckling darkly, he purrs, "Caught you, Sweetheart." His voice is a soot tinted velvet abyss, and you feel your knees buckle, but he keeps you where you are.

You pant, gasping for breath, as his thumb caresses the pulse point on your throat, the touch deceptively light and feathery.

He grabs your hip with his other hand, pulling you towards him; the heat radiating off him is almost suffocating as he towers over you, trapping you against the tree. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, hm?" He tilts his head as his eyes rove over you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

You thought a vampire's skin would be ice cold, but he's practically a walking furnace; the feel of him disorienting you to the point of not answering.

Not that he seems to notice much.

A warm, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches at the sensation and slight sting of a scratch you didn't know was there, most likely from a branch.

The neckline of your dress is invitingly low, your neck and collarbones bare, and his hand on your throat slides to cup the side, tilting your head to lean in closer; slowly closing the distance inch by ruinous inch, until you could feel his breath against your skin, before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft flesh there, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good.", he rumbles, his breath hot on your skin, his lips scorching where they brush, and you tremble in his hold, goosebumps raising in their wake.

"Oh?" His grip tightens on your hip and throat momentarily. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a deep, amused purr, and you can feel him grinning against you.

"N-no, I—" you stutter, stupidly deciding to follow your first instinct at the shameful accusation; deny and lie through your teeth.

"Don't lie to me, Sweetheart. I can taste it." He presses his thumb to your racing pulse, licking over the small wound again. "Your blood at least knows how to be honest." he chuckles, taunting and mean.

You swallow thickly around the moan crawling up your throat, threatening to release.

"Well?" He murmurs, tapping his thumb against the hidden vein.

"Yes." You breathe, spilling your filthy truth and wicked desires.

He let's out a satisfied hum at your honesty and murmurs, "What's your name, sweet thing?", nipping at the sensitive skin.

You answer honestly, breathily, and he rewards you with a chaste kiss to your neck. "Touya.", he introduces himself in turn, and you think to yourself that it suits him.

"Mm, I want to taste you. Properly.", his thumb slides up to tip your chin up further, directing your eyes to meet his. "May I?"

You know he doesn't truly mean it, the question. It's merely an illusion of power, of consent, because really, what vampire asks their prey if they can eat?

He's simply humoring you, mocking you really, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it.

Wanting to hear you so easily comply, willingly surrendering yourself, your dignity, to a creature of the night, a man you don't even know; laughably offering your very life force to an immortal.

He wants to hear the pathetic want of a mortal foolish enough to feel that way.

And yet.

"Please.", you sigh, sagging against him, a plea and a prayer as you bare your throat to him.

He breathes out a laugh. "Let's hope you don't regret it, hm?" His voice is a dark purr, a dangerous threat and a sweet promise, as he wastes no time in sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck.

You gasp when the sharp, stinging pain sets your shoulder and neck aflame as he pierces your flesh, marking you in a way no one ever has; your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your cries as a new heat washes through you, your hand moving up to tangle in his snowy hair, holding him to you.

His eyes roll back in ecstasy at the taste of your warm blood, his tongue laving against your skin as he sucks on your neck, feasting on it, and your grip tightens, tugging at the pale strands.

A low growl rumbles through his chest as he drinks from you, pulling you in impossibly closer, crowding you up agaisnt the tree, sliding his leg between your thighs, pressing up into your core. You absentmindedly grind down against him pathetically, panting; his hand on your hip sliding up to squeeze at your breast.

Already you're dripping as you grind your hips against his front, and moan when you can feel that he's hard for you.

He pulls away from your neck, seemingly reluctantly, his lips lingering on your skin momentarily.

His eyes are wild as he looks at you, pupils blown wide; grin broad and bloody, a single drop of blood trickling down the corner of his lips, and you think he's hauntingly beautiful.

"You taste divine." He breathes, and the tone is all dark pleasure, the low rumble in his chest a quiet constant, looking at you as though he's just found something precious; his hands roaming your frame reverently as he takes you in, licking up the stray blood from his lips.

A warm hand trails under and up your dress, and you gasp when he cups your clothed cunt.

"This is what you wanted, hm?" tilting his head, his eyes going to the wound he left on your neck, sluggishly bleeding. "Tsk, tsk, naughty little thing. Your blood doesn't lie, Angel.", he coos, rubbing slow circles into your clothed clit with his thumb, and you let out a shuddering moan. "And neither does your greedy body."

Hot shame rushes through you at your dirty desires being laid bare, at being claimed and devoured by this dark creature, and wanting it; enjoying it.

Nothing about this is okay.

And.

Yet.

Your needy whimper and glossy, pleading eyes looking up at him so prettily is all the answer he needs, and he smiles, sharp and vicious, and he leans in to let you taste it; taste his bloodstained lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. And like a fool, you kiss back, licking into his mouth; the coppery taste of your blood on his tongue adding to your primal desire.

He tears your panties off of you, the fabric falling apart easily with a loud rip, before immediately dipping two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them.

Your lips part on a gasping moan, eyes wide as you look at him, at that wolfish smile and gleaming fangs.

Your legs tremble as he spreads his fingers, scissoring you open, stretching you out for him. "Oh fuck~" you whine, nails digging into his forearm and bicep as you shamelessly grind down against him.

"More, more, Touya, please more." You babble, pleading and hoping he knows what you mean, because you can feel your orgasm nearing, but this isn't how you want to cum.

He just grins at you, because he knows, but feeling either merciful or impatient, or perhaps both, he pulls his fingers out with a squelch, quickly undoing his belt and pants, before lifting you, spreading your legs for him; the easy show of strength just making you burn that bit hotter, pussy throbbing.

"I've been waiting far too long for this." Touya sighs softly, the leaking tip of his cock teasing your wet folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll give you exactly what you want."

He pushes in slowly, but completely, and your mind is gone, moaning long and low at the perfect stretch, trembling with how full you are all at once, as he splits you open on his cock, carving out a space within you just for him.

Tears roll down your cheek and he just licks it right up with a smile as he grinds into you, making you adjust to his size, before slowly pulling back.

"Mm, you feel as good as you taste." He punctuates his point with a deep thrust that drags a choked moan out of your throat as you take every inch of his cock.

Cerulean eyes lock on yours as Touya's mouth opens with a snarl to reveal gleaming fangs.

It's all the warning you get before his fangs puncture your skin once more, flooding your senses with that heady mix of pain and ecstasy.

You arch into Touya's touch as best you can without ripping your own throat open. "Fuuuck~" you whine, high and breathy, nails dragging down his arms for something to ground you, feet kicking out involuntarily as you clench around him. All at once, it's too much, too fast, but you might actually cry if he tries to stop. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your very blood lava; body and senses overwhelmed in the best way.

A growl rumbles in Touya's chest, almost a purr, as he drinks his fill, groaning low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and you almost sob at the pleasure-pain before clenching down rhythmically on his hot length, trying to coax him into fucking you; the only thing holding you back from bouncing yourself on the vampire's cock, the fangs in your throat.

"Touya~!", you whimper, squirming in the vampire's strong hold and shuddering when his cock drags against your walls, fucking you slow and deep.

Soon enough, Touya has you shaking and sobbing out sweet, little tortured sounds, and he laps them up too.

Noticing the sounds getting weaker, he pulls back, healing the wound with a lick, peppering bruising, open mouthed kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before immediately biting down there as he snaps his hips forward, slamming his cock into you, so he can watch you throw your head back in pleasure as he grinds in deep.

"Oh, fuck—" , you sob, clawing at his back. "Move. Please, please, fuck me—"

His eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound, looking at you in a mix of curiosity and wonder.

Should prey be this receptive?

Though, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he can't get enough of the sight of you, debauched and pretty, speared on his cock, begging to be fucked stupid.

He grins, sharp and bloody.

"Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He coos, fucking into you steadily, pace gradually speeding up, rumbling as you moan and cry out.

"Mm, good. So good. So so good. Fuck yes, yes, yes—ahn—feels so good, Touya. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you babble and chant, almost slurring, and neither of you know if it's from blood loss or just lust, but fuck you never want it to end. "Use me, drain me, kill me, I don't care, just fuck me, please~"

Touya lets out a surprised laugh at that, looking at you in bewildered awe, idly wondering if he overdid it, or if you're just that much of a little freak, and he feels some of his control slip, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

You let out a sobbing moan as you try to meet his thrusts, but you asked to be used, so with the speed and strength of the vampire, you're soon left a drooling and twitching mess as you're used as nothing more than a fuck toy.

Touya's plan was to spoil you, take it nice and easy on his new little human, but you turned out to be such an adorable slut.

You asked, so sweetly to be used. How could he say no?

So, used you were.

"I'll use you all you want, but I won't kill you. I won't break my pretty new toy, Dolly, I'm keeping you.", he growls, and you feel like you're going to be branded with the heat of his bruising grip on your ass where he holds you spread for him as he fucks brutally into you like the beast he is, plunging into the deepest parts of you; your clothed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the filthy sounds of your sloppy hole filling the night air.

And like the fucking freak you are, you giggle, even as you pant for an ounce of breath, even as tears stream down your cheeks from feeling so fucking good.

Your pleasure builds and builds, and you're so close.

Touya feels it in your twitching insides, groaning. "You gonna cum for me, baby? Such a good slut for me, gonna cum from a monster's cock, huh?", his thrusts, still at that ruthless pace, are becoming uneven as he pounds into you.

You just nod desperately, and cock-dumb, your voice hoarse, panting and moaning like a whore, you beg, "Mhm, want your cum. Fill me up please, please, please—", as your hole greedily clenches around him rhythmically, like you're trying to milk it out of him.

"Fuck, cum for me, Angel. I’ll fill you up, mark you as mine." He growls, low and animalistic, all hot pleasure and possession.

Your orgasm is intense as it crashes over you, to the point that you don't even know where it ends. Your eyes roll back, vision turning white, as you gush around him.

The vampire lets out a near feral snarl at the way your cunt clamps down on him, and his fangs bury in your shoulder once more as he cums, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He drinks in the way you moan as he fucks you through your orgasms, filling you up; the mess between your legs splattering every time he pumps into you, the white of it obscene in the dark of night.

He finally slows down to a grind, lapping at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking you over and finding you barely conscious.

Coming down from your high, your breathing is laboured and you can't see straight, eyes lidded and hazy, yet you still have an adorably stupid grin on your lips.

He tilts your chin, luminous eyes piercing through you as he pants. "You're mine now. You understand that, yes?" His gaze remains trained on yours as his tongue darts out to lick up the few drops of blood that remain on his lips. The icy fire burning in Touya's eyes threatens to consume you whole, your body trembling under his touch as you nod and let out a breathy, fucked out little, "Uh huh", because it's all you can manage at the moment, your cunt pulsing around him.

"You will be a good pet and not let any other human lay their filthy hands on you, hm?" He rumbles, grinding into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"I'm yours." You moan, high and breathy, slurring. You want nothing more than to be owned, body and soul, by this man.

"That's my girl." With blood smeared on his lips, he grins, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he pulls out, letting you feel the mess that spills down your thighs and the delicious ache pulsing through you from being so thoroughly used.

You decided to play with fire, and Touya is more than happy to brand you as his.

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑

[gazzistt]

when the voices become so loud you put stylus to phone and create your oc:

please love and accept him (😭) he’s partly inspired by the fact that I believe the ikemen games (sengoku + vampire) are connected, and that my self insert (kaori ikeji) has gone back in time twice: to the 1500s and 1890s.

then, i started to think: “what if a vampire hunter met kaori while she was out with Nobunaga or hideyoshi on the port? then, what if said vampire hunter had a failed mission which led him to becoming a lesser vampire? and now that he has a long lifespan, what if he finds the mc again—but in the 1800s?”

also, here’s a longer description of his origin:

Once a wandering French poet and petty outlaw, François Villon vanished from history after a string of crimes and mysterious sightings. What the world doesn’t know is that Villon was a hunter of monsters—specifically vampires. During one of his pursuits, he was bitten and left for dead.

He should have died. Instead, he awoke between life and death: a half-vampire, cursed with their immortality and hunger, but not their full power. Convinced that God spared him only to finish the job, Villon became a phantom in the shadows—hunting vampires across continents and centuries.

But he wasn’t always alone. In the 1500s, while tracking a bloodline of foreign vampires through the port cities of Japan, he met a strange, clever woman from another time. She didn’t believe him. But he never forgot her.

also! art study of ikemen prince because the style is so pretty 💕

[ladybunnywrites]

Twilight °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Reiji Sakamaki x Female Reader

🚨 Attention!! 🚨

This content is reuploaded from my previous account! 🐰✨ It has been processed through AI to improve the spelling since I had quite a few issues with that in the past.

Please enjoy! 💕 And if you'd like, feel free to leave a request! 💌🌸

Reiji has taken a special interest in you- wether it was from controlling you to making anything in his power for you to suffer if you "let" any of his brothers bite you.

WARNINGS: Reiji might be OOC, kidnapping, dubcon, toxic relationship, reader is forced to be a bride.

ALSO by pale i don't mean any specific skin color! I just mean your skin is paler than usually. My fics are meant for anyone of any ethnicity, skin color and weight to enjoy, as i myself am have a more tanned skin & chubby i understand how hard it is sometimes to find a fic that can represent us.

You stared at your naked body in the mirror of your bathroom, your skin pale, filled with bruises and bite marks.

Hate didn't even begin to describe your feelings towards this house - filled with dangerous men who treated you like prey, capturing you only to bite down on your body, stealing your blood against your will. At first, you saw Reiji as some sort of savior, making his brothers leave you alone so they wouldn't go after you, but then he began being worse, forcing you to take personal classes with him, a harsh metal ruler that would hit your hands whenever you did anything wrong.

You chose the wrong fork for dessert? Your fingers would end up bruised and purple as he hit them with the ruler as punishment- and when he wasn't there, he'd lock you up in your room, leaving you helpless if one of the brothers decided to teleport inside your room to feast on your blood.

Your only hope was the window on your room, if you could somehow make a rope you'd be able to climb down and run away - you'd even jump down, death sounding better than this hell. After all, you realized Reiji's true intentions - making you his bride, his extreme "classes" being not for your own "wellbeing", but to turn you into his lobotomized wife.

You felt like a lobotomite, and while it wasn't with a needle deep in your brain, each bruising bite from him made your brain twist and stop thinking by itself, only doing things when Reiji allowed you to, your body almost becoming limp so he'd control it whenever he wanted.

You began dressing up, knowing it wasn't safe to uncover your body in this house - all the purple and red hues in your body being hidden by your clothes. Your eyes lacked any life, filled with hatred for this life your father sold you to.

Months passed, and you were like Kanato's dolls, lifeless, the only difference being the nectar running in your veins was still warm and not fully drained. But Reiji no longer liked it- he changed from your personality to your overall physical appearance to his likings, but there was that defiance you used to had he liked, how there was still some fight in you that gave you life.

You sat in the couch next to him, a long rococo dress adorning your body and little fangs poking from your mouth, a cup of tea in your cold hands as you stared at nothing, as you no longer spoke unless being spoken to. Reiji stared at your silhouette, gorgeous, made perfectly for him, but dead inside. You turning into a vampire being Karlheinz order so you could be loyal to the family, the other brothers no longer interested in you where they awaited a new bride.

The transformation was weird, as you felt your humanity slowly leave you.

However, that glint of hope returned as your body no longer was afflicted by human limitations, and Reiji losing interest over you giving you more opportunities to run away - so you waited for the perfect moment, and under the lie of going to the garden, you disappeared into the shadows.

Reiji instantly noticed your absence, as you were usually by his side, gorgeous like a china cup, but so broken that it didn't matter how many times you were stuck back together, everyone could see the cracks beneath your pattern. It left him... Odd, he wasn't stupid, and could tell how your eyes suddenly began shining again, that small hint of hope you used you had when you just arrived making a turn back, so he expected to be able to stop you- but was it really worth it? A big framed oil painting of you hanged on the walls of your room, courtesy of Karlheinz when he saw you being Reiji's bride, but even in the painting you'd see your dead eyes, like a fish who was just gutted, like a bunny who had its neck twisted by a wolf- and the wolf was Reiji, who mauled your weak bunny body and kept your corpse as a souvenir.

[the-starflower]

My thoughts on the companions during my first run

In order of appearance:

Lae'zel

Cool intro, cool character - but I never really vibed with her. The aggression and talking down to everyone like we're idiots got tired very quickly. I have very little time for that, both irl and in games 😅

I also don't like how she's just blindly following whoever is her current authority figure. She renounces Vlaakith only to immediately devote herself to Orpheus with the same burning fanaticism. I kept hoping she would tell them all to sod off and choose her own path. She did become a leader herself in the end but... it was frustrating.

She has very funny banter though, and her voice actor did a stellar job. Great animations and facial expressions too! I love the eye roll when corrected on the pronunciation of "teeth-lings" 😆

Shadowheart

I went from disliking to loving her. She was so cold and shady in the beginning I didn't feel like I could trust her. I also didn't understand how to play a cleric in combat.

The others were fairly straightforward: Lae'zel and Karlach smash stuff, Astarion stabs people in the back, Gale is aoe damage and/or a jack-of-all-trades with a spell for every occasion, and Wyll just Eldritch Blasts people in the face. And Shadowheart is... a support healer... ish? In early game it felt like she didn't do much of anything, so every time it was her turn I was just like uuuuuhh Guiding Bolt I guess? Didn't help that the memes about her missing everything are very true. Poor girl must be half-blind.

But with time and a few levels under her belt, I figured her out. She became one of my most used and useful companions. As her story progressed she also really grew on me as a character. I absolutely loved her whole arc in the Shadow-cursed Lands.

She ended up feeling like my Tav's closest friend alongside Karlach. Even shed a few real tears at the end of her personal quest. 💜

Astarion

Had the same feelings towards Astarion as towards Lae'zel. I immediately loved his snark, but I played a very good character so his constant sighs of disapproval got old fast.

What's funny is I know younger me would've been smitten with Astarion IMMEDIATELY. Alternative bad boy with a sassy personality and tragic backstory? Oh, and did we mention he's a vampire? I would've been "I can fix him" all over that. But present-day me is too old for that nonsense. You can take all of that attitude and stay in camp. Call me when you've seen a therapist. My wood elf ranger had enough dexterity and thieves' tools to pick her own damn locks.

With that said, he did win me over.

I eventually realized I would probably need to up his approval if I wanted to resolve his personal quest (I'm a completionist and didn't like leaving it abandoned) so I gave him another chance and... boy, did he deliver. Astarion turned out to have so much depth and nuance, sold even further by the incredible voice acting! His story is also the darkest and most disturbing of them all.

By the time we arrived at Cazador's mansion I felt so protective of him. Gonna make damn sure nobody lays a finger on that little prima donna ever again.

Gale

Instant fav 💖 He introduced himself like a civilized person (unlike most other people in this game) and was polite and pleasant to deal with right off the bat (again, unlike most others).

He was also immediately useful, not only in combat but in general. Whatever the problem, a solution could probably be found somewhere in his smorgasbord of a spell book. He seemed overpowered already at the beginning of the game and was a downright force of nature at max level.

Most importantly though, his personality is 100% my personal brand of kryptonite: smart, kind, funny in the most adorably dorky way, romantic, artistic, absolute nerd... Neurodivergent? Very likely. Obviously I romanced him and have been obsessed since 💕

Wyll

Warlock business and hero complex aside he felt the most "normal" of them all. I immediately liked his kindness and charm. He usually had a very sound outlook on things as well.

My only gripe with Wyll is that his personal story kinda fizzles out. For a good while there he had the most interesting story and I was so curious to see where it would lead. Sadly the answer was mostly meh. As the son of Duke Ravenguard he should've been front and centre in Act III, but even in his personal quest he barely had any agency or even much of a part to play. And more than once I had to step in to make decisions for him instead of him having his own opinions!

I still really like his personality though. Might try romancing him in a future run. Hopefully he's less passive in that...

Karlach

I love her. I love everything about her. Her gorgeous looks, her golden-retriever-with-an-attitude personality, her battle prowess... I want her and I want to be her in equal measure. ❤️‍🔥

I had known her for all of five minutes before deciding she must be protected at all costs. AT ALL COSTS!!

Which was sadly proving very very difficult. Her personal story is just... heartbreaking. None of the things happening to her are her own fault, she doesn't deserve any of this. Act III was so stressful because there wasn't a damn thing I could do to save her. I bawled at least twice during her story and was afraid her ending would ruin me completely. 😭 Luckily, she went to Avernus with Wyll in the end. I'm not sure I would've continued playing if she hadn't made it.

Hey, maybe that's how I'll break my BG3 addiction? I make a run where I intentionally make sure Karlach dies? That might actually do the trick. 🤔

The non-origin companions

Minthara Didn't know she was a potential companion and killed her. Oops.

Halsin Mr I'm-sexy-and-I-know-it. Also such a wonderfully nice and stable person (showing my age again lol). No breakdowns, no angst, no drama. He's old enough to know who he is and what he wants. Had a moment of weakness where I actually considered breaking up with Gale for him. Obviously couldn't do that to my beloved wizard but... I admit I thought about it.

Jaheira Easily the coolest of them all. I love her no-nonsense attitude and the way she talks to me. She is who I want to be when I grow up. 🫶 I only wish she showed up earlier so I got to spend more time with her.

Minsc and Boo He's so ridiculous but I can't help but laugh every time he opens his mouth. I was already playing a ranger so had no real use for him, especially since he shows up so late in the game, but I adore him. It would be fun to make a run with him and Jaheira as permanent Act III party members. The Netherbrain wouldn't know what hit it!

[dioslesbianwife]

i JUST had a bg3 and jjba crossover idea and i checked your blog and saw requests were open… the stars aligned.

ANYWAYS!!! id love 2 see the jofoes (w all the pillarmen if you’d be so kind) reacting to a half-illithid reader (as in they have the effect and abilities given by the astral tadpole offered by the emperor) 💕. veins and all <3

agh i just started another bg3 playthrough last night lol so this is perfect haha- hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting!

Kars

The moment he lays eyes on you, he knows. You're something new. Something evolved.

“Fascinating. Your anatomy is foreign… yet purposeful.” He’ll corner you, poke at your glowing veins, maybe even taste your skin to analyze your biology.

The astral tadpole doesn’t scare him- it excites him. He wants to study you, maybe even merge your powers into himself somehow.

Often stares into your eyes in silence, trying to communicate telepathically. You let him. He sees entire memories you didn’t mean to share.

He’d call you “my lovely aberration.” You don’t know if it’s a compliment.

Wamuu

You frighten him at first. Not in a cowardly way- he’s just not used to a presence like yours. The way you see things without looking.

After you spare him during a fight using your powers to disarm rather than kill, he bows respectfully.

“You are not a monster. You are a warrior of the mind.”

Will train with you in secret, deeply respecting your restraint. He finds your psionic strength beautiful.

If you touch his face and whisper directly into his mind, he’ll stiffen- then blush deeply. That ancient man is flustered.

Esidisi

Screams the first time you use a Mind Blast on him. But then gets into it.

“You’re a freak. A disgusting little- ohhh that was amazing do it again- !!”

He’s equal parts obsessed and repulsed. Thinks you’re the grossest, hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Loves watching the veins crawl up your skin when you’re mad. Sometimes pokes one just to see if it pulses.

Watches closely when you use powers on other people. He’s interested in the special little brain-scrambled dummies you make.

Santana

Doesn’t talk much. But he watches. You feel his gaze on you constantly.

He mimics your powers, not with psychic ability, but with his own adaptable flesh. Like making tentacles or veiny skin. The way you manipulate minds and energy entrances him.

Eventually walks up to you and just… puts a hand over your glowing veins.

“...Pretty.” That’s all he says. You melt.

From that moment on, he follows you like a silent puppy. Try to leave and you’ll feel him grabbing you with a tendril from the shadows.

Dio

“You dare intrude on my mind…? Hmph. Bold.” That’s what he says aloud the first time your psionic whispers brush against his thoughts. But deep down he’s intrigued.

He adores how your eyes shimmer like galaxies when you focus, how the veins pulsing along your neck and arms glow faintly in dim light.

He’ll test your limits constantly- trying to bait you into showing off. Force pushing a fool into a wall? Mind-controlling someone who insulted him? He’s in love.

“You are like me… a superior being. Come now- why waste your time on worms? Let us rule together.”

Is 100% hoping to turn you into his psionic vampire lover. You’re his perfect little nightmarish match.

Yoshikage Kira

“You have… veins?” He says this like he’s scandalized. But he can’t stop looking.

The idea that something lives in your brain that gave you powers? He hates that. But you? You’re captivating.

Begins to dream about your hands crackling with psychic energy. Imagines you blowing someone up with a thought.

“You could kill anyone who threatens your peace. Efficient. Elegant.”

Starts fantasizing about your veins pulsing as you stand over someone’s ashes. He's red in the face.

Diavolo

PSIONIC ABILITIES?! TELEPATHY?! He’s already sweating. You’re his worst nightmare.

“Get OUT of my head- !!” he screams the first time you probe his mind.

But part of him is curious. You’re dangerous, powerful, gorgeous. He can’t help but want to control you.

Starts obsessing over you like a threat he has to own.

Would definitely try to gaslight you into thinking the tadpole is taking over just so you’ll stop using it.

Doppio

“H-Hey… you’re not gonna like… eat my brain, are you?”

Is honestly kind of scared of you, but you’re so sweet when you talk to him that he calms down.

Likes when you use Sending directly into his mind. He thinks it’s cool, even if it makes him dizzy.

He’ll nervously ask if he can touch one of your veins, like a little kid trying to touch a weird bug.

If you show him the cool things you can do- levitate, open minds, dominate weak enemies- he will literally clap.

Pucci

At first, he despises the idea of the tadpole. Unnatural. Aberrant. An affront to God.

But then he meets you. And you speak to him- not just with words, but with your soul.

“You are... chosen. Marked by something divine, even if unknowable.”

He starts to believe the Emperor was a god of some kind. He sees your powers as holy purpose.

You become his little psionic angel. He even prays with you, tracing the veins on your hands like stained glass windows.

Funny Valentine

"What is this... mutation?” he asks, skeptical and suspicious.

But the moment you save him using your powers- teleporting, mind-shielding, whatever- he salutes you.

“You may be aberrant… but you are loyal to this country. That makes you beautiful.”

He insists on “protecting” you from others who might want to dissect or abuse you. You start to wonder if he’s projecting.

Stares very hard at you sometimes. You won’t know whether it’s with good or bad intentions unless you peek in his mind.

Diego Brando

“Are you a lizard? No? Then why the hell do you look like that?”

He teases you constantly. “Glow worm,” “brain bug,” “squid ink.” But when you smile faintly and float two inches off the ground, he shuts up.

Secretly very impressed. He tries to race you- he loses. You don’t even break a sweat.

Lowkey flirts with you by treating your powers like an intimate psychic connection to him.

Gets genuinely defensive when anyone talks badly about your transformation. 

Tooru

The moment you walk past him? He feels you. Your presence is loud to someone observant like him.

“You’re not from here, are you?” he says casually, like you’re discussing the weather.

Your psionic powers fascinate him. He’ll try to trigger you emotionally just to see your veins light up.

“You’re so special. I could just peel you open and count every nerve…”

Flirts by leaning in close and daring you to read his thoughts. You do. It’s…interesting in there.