#I guess tw: blood ... what can I say I'm dating a vampire.

[neckromancy]

I made a post about my current merch situation before (...I already have two new things ordered, ugh), so it feels only fair to show all art I've commissioned so far as well. I mean of my main f/o, I avoid the name cuz I don't want it to appear in the tags somehow.

I have to admit I am not proud of every order I placed, but I know that will always be the case, even with regular commissions. Still. Here's me and my guy. :3

You may have to click on them to see the whole image, tumblr crops them. I left the illustrations (stuff including background) on big because felt appropriate.

Some would require context as they may have originated from AU concepts or jokes with friends, but I'll leave you without it. Giving context for one of these would actually be a game spoiler, haha.

I also have a commission on the way of which I can tell it will be the new ultimate favourite (I cried a little when I received the sketch what can I say), but I will have to keep it hidden for a little longer even when it's finished...

I love this guy so much I can't-

Who said that. Not me.

[un-named-thing]

I'm feeling real creative today so here are some more eddie stuff cause we love him

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Eddie munson x vampire male!reader(but pronounce aren't exactly mentioned)

Tw: blood,slight smut(but mostly fluff)

(This will kinda be a mix of headcanons and a oneshots cause i can't choose which one to do)

Headcanons

-eddie thinks its really fucking cool that your a vampire and always ask questions about it

-"can you fly" "are there other vampires" "If you bite me will I turn into a vampire" "can eating garlic kill you" "can you turn into a bat"

-he doesn't mean it in a rude way he's just extremely curious about you

-his favourite thing to ask you however is if you can fly. He just needs to know. However if you can fly he will be over the damn moon happy.

-and god if you can turn into a bat he is squealing he loves how cute you look and goes around showing you as a bat to the gang without them knowing its you

-and even tho you won't technically burn to death in the sun if its really sunny he will shove you inside no matter how many times you tell him its okay

-he will let you feed on him and sit there with a smirk if you start freaking out and refusing

-but when you finally agree to it he will love the feeling and just shower you with praise while you do it

-he will tell you to keep going even if he's feeling slightly dizzy

-he loves the way your bite marks look on him

-he loves the way your fangs look also. He says they look really cool

-but he especially adores your slightly pointed ears and there's no explanation for that one

-the time you finally got courage to tell him you where a vampire he was slightly sceptical but then after a while he was like "shit I'm dating a real vampire"

-before you told him he always got really concerned about how cold you where or why you where so pale to where you almost looked grey

-for some reason he never questioned the ears or the fangs but he did from time to time say things like "damn your teeth are sharp, you could be a vampire"

-even after you told him he still teased you with the same "damn your teeth are sharp, you be a vampire"

-every Halloween he would tell you infront of the others that you should dress up as a vampire and then just smirk at you

-he will take you on late night walk with him and find a nice little spot where you and him can just chill together

-overal just adores you so much and loves teasing you

Oneshot

Eddie rushed you to his front door quickly fumbling for his keys. "God eddie I won't burn alive if I'm in the sun" "we don't know that!" He said opening the door and rushing you in. Sighing you sat on his couch as he followed close behind. "You okay?" "Well haven't burnt to a crisp yet so ya I guess" you said annoyed at him. He chuckled and pulled you towards him so your cuddling into him. You nuzzled your head against him and smiled, the slight annoyance disappearing. "Hey now the we're here you want to watch a movie"he questioned nuzzlingin in the crook of your neck "ummm what kind?" "Umm horror?" "Sounds good to me"

"God I love bloody movies they're so damn nice" eddie said not looking away from the movie. "Do you really like the movies or do you just like the blood?" You asked looking up at him. He made a noise like he was thinking about it "both" he simply responded. You sighed looking back at the movie.

Out of nowhere the feeling you knew too well suddenly started to burn in the back of your throat. You slightly shifted getting Eddie's attention. "You good?" "Ya ya I'm okay" you responded looking away from the movie. Eddie's was so close to you, you could smell his blood and it was making it harder for you to resist the urge. You kept shifting every couple of seconds until his smell and this feeling got to much for you and you shot up. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom" you said and walked away before he would respond. Walking into the bathroom you closed the door shaking slightly. You groaned in annoyance and looked at yourself in the mirror.

Suddenly you heard a chuckle behind the door. "Hey you hungry vamp?" Eddie said. You froze, goddammit he followed you. "No no im okay" there was silence before your heard laughing on the other side of the door. What in the. You opened the door to see eddie laughing holding his stomach. You looked at him confused as he slowly calmed down. "Oh that's a good one vamp" he looked up at you and pulled you towards him. "Come on vamp I'm not that stupid, you know you can just ask and I would gladly let you have a drink" he said with that sly smirk on his face. You groaned as he moved his hair away from his neck. You looked at him before buring your face in his neck.

You kissed and licked his neck. Eddie let out soft whimpers moving his hands to your waist, pulling you against him even more. You paused before sinking your teeth into his neck. He gasped, his grip tightening on your waist. He moaned quietly at the feeling of you drinking from him. When you felt his grip soften you stopped and licking the newly formed wound. you looked up at him and smiled as he softly panted. "Hey why'd you stop" eddie whined. You kissed him while laughing slightly. "I've had enough, plus i know you've also had enough aswell" you smiled at him again and whispered a small 'thank you' in his ear before softy kissing him. He chuckled and cuddles into your neck. "Well now it's my turn" he smirk as he started to kiss and bite at your neck.

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Mmm Men

[xo-lynx]

Day 3 of kinktober: "Drugs"

Character: Oikawa

TW: extremely dark content... Noncon/rape, date rape drug, drugs, alcohol, reader is concious but unable to move or speak, "little cutie" is used as a pet name, mentions of blood, creampie, lemme know if I missed anything.

WC: 1.2k

MINORS THIS IS NOT FOR YOU, GO AWAY AND DO NOT READ!!!!!!!

Notes: this is dark content please read the trigger warnings. Writing dark content like this helps me cope with my own fucked up head/problems. Not really edited, I struggled finishing this one and I'm so far behind. Thank you for reading. 🖤🎃

"My, my look at what we have here." Oikawa taunts you as he swirls his drink then takes a sip. You look at him through the corner of your eye and glare at him. He's always teasing you, especially when his best friend isn't around to tell him to knock it off. You only came to this Halloween party because Iwazumi asked you to come. You're dressed in a sexy blood red devils costume that has rips in the fabric making it more revealing than it should be. Oikawa makes sure to point that out. He's dressed up as a vampire, you hate to admit it but he actually looks kind of hot with the fake blood, and vampire teeth. You’d never tell him you think he's attractive because you don’t want that going to his head.

“Oikawa. What a surprise, annoying as ever I see.” You flash him a fake smile and start to head into the other room but he stops you.

“Wait, don’t you want a drink?” Oikawa reaches out and tries to hand you a red solo cup, but you look at him with annoyance.

“Like I’d ever trust a drink from you.” You bite back and try to leave the room but get stopped once more.

“Okay, okay. What if I have Issei make you a drink and bring it to you? You did come in here for a drink right?” Oikawa mocked with a smug grin glued to his face cause he knew he was right.

“Fine, I guess that is okay.” You roll your eyes and he finally lets you leave. Oikawa pours the alcohol into the red solo cup and throws in a pill that slowly starts to dissipate. He stirs it making sure it dissolves. Oikawa hands the drink to Issei and tells him to hand it to you and say that he made it. Issei doesn’t question it.

“Here you go, made it myself.” Issei gives you a lazy smile plopping himself down on the couch next to you. The music was loud and there were people everywhere. He made small talk with you. Asking you how you've been, stuff like that. As he watched and made sure you drank everything in the cup. Issei noticed after some time passed that you started smiling a bit more and loosening up.

“That hit me a bit harder than expected. You have a heavy hand Issei.” You giggle and gently nudge his arm. “ I'm a bit dizzy.. Can you help me to a room, and call Iwa for me? I don't think he's here yet.” You blink slowly at him. He nods and picks you up, carrying you to a vacant room.

“I'll call Iwaizumi for you, but I'll wait here with you for a bit." He waited about twenty minutes with you on the bed playing on his phone, before he got up to go report to Oikawa that you drank every single drop. Issei also told him that he carried you to a room. Oikawa’s smile grew.

“Good work Matsun.” Oikawa finished his drink and headed up to where you were. He walked into the bedroom and saw you laying right where Issei said you would be.

“Y/n?” Oikawa yelled out to you. Seeing you lay there and not respond when he called out your name, made the blood rush to his cock. You could hear him and you tried so hard to call out but you couldn't move or speak. You just laid there with your eyes barely open not knowing what was going on. He walked over to you and sat down on the bed, looking at his new play thing. You had a bad feeling, and you were about to find out just how fucked up Oikawa actually was.

You were laying on your stomach and Oikawa took that to his advantage. He licked his lips and pushed the hair out of your face seeing your eyes still barely open. "Look at that little cutie, I thought you were sleeping." Amusement laced in his tone, but he knew you couldn't respond or you would of told him to fuck off by now. He picks up one of your arms and it immediately falls back down to where it was. He leans down close and whispers in your ear "Ahh, now you can be my perfect little fuck doll." His words are sadistic, making the bile rise to your throat. He licks a strip up your neck and then bites hard leaving a bite mark with two tiny holes on your skin. Little droplets of blood start to form and he licks them away. Oikawa pulls away and looks at your body, the blood red bodysuit hugging your skin tightly made him harder than he already was. "Fuck." He mumbled under his breath enjoying the view. Oikawa grabs your ass with both of his hands and squeezes tightly then slaps your right ass cheek with his right hand.

"Too bad, Iwa isn't here. I'd bet he'd love to have a piece of you as well." He rips a hole making a way to reach your bare cunt. "I bet he already has, with the way you cling to him." Oikawa lifts your hips up giving him better access and spits on your cunt and his thumb quickly goes to rub the bundle of nerves. His thumb only stays there for a few seconds and is quickly replaced with his mouth. He takes his tongue and swirls it around on the hardened bud. Soft moans slip past his lips as he eats your cunt, getting it nice and wet before he fucks you. A sinister smile never leaves his lips, he is enjoying this a little too much. Oikawa always wanted to taste you, have you for himself but his best friend always got in the way. He pulls his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. He sticks a finger in your cunt and pulls it out using your slick to stroke his aching cock before shoving his length in your pussy. He starts to thrust slowly at first enjoying how amazing you feel. Unable to move or speak, you just lay there hoping Iwazumi comes to your rescue soon. He starts to fuck you harder as he grips your hip with one hand and pushes in as far as he can kissing your cervix with the head of his cock. He leans down and starts rubbing your clit.

"F-fuck, you feel better than I thought you would little cutie. This pussy was meant for me huh? You fit so perfectly around me." His words are breathy and choppy as he's about to cum. He grips your hip harder, probably leaving a bruise as he begins to cum. "Holy fuck little cutie, fuck, fuck, fuck" he curses as his translucent seed in fucked into your pretty little pussy. Oikawa stops for a second and leans down kissing your back. He pulls out and gets up walking over to your mouth as he smears the leftover cum and your juices on your lips.

"There you go little cutie thought you'd wanna taste me later as well." He chuckles and leans down so you're eye to eye.

"Make sure not to tell anyone okay, or next time will be 100 times worse." He strokes your cheek and puts his cock back in his pants. He flashes you one more smile before walking out of the room acting like nothing ever happened.

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You Wanna See My Eel? - Vampire AU

@seasaltandcopper and I have been working on a Red Mage AU fic lately where, in a world of dangerous vampire covens enthralling humans to sate thirst and consolidate political power... Rhun assembles a ragtag band of openminded vampires and humans to live a more balanced, less bloodthirsty way of life, protecting mortals rather than preying upon them.

They make a habit of rescuing enthralled humans when they can, offering them sanctuary and rehabilitation while helping them get away from their Masters. Mal is a rescued thrall, who is understandably suspicious of a bunch of vampires claiming to want to help people.

His first meeting with Rhun has been nothing but a laugh so we wanted to share this excerpt where Rhun shows off his pet eel (I promise that's not an innuendo)

TW: mild blood, animal bite, implied PTSD

Would love it folks gave it a read :3

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Two days later, on an overcast, rainy afternoon, Rhun returned to the coven. Mal was alone in the common area, a spot he’d quickly claimed for his own. Nate was… somewhere, off with Alisaie probably. Others greeted Mal in passing, spoke if he seemed interested in speaking to them, but elsewise gave him his space. 

Rhun entered the room in a whirlwind, wearing a suit that looked straight out of the seventeenth century French court, dyed such a vibrant red it was almost offensive. Two long tears in the fabric on one side revealed a white shirt beneath, equally dated looking. He even had an ostrich feather in his hat. 

The vampire stopped his single-minded pace when he noticed Mal, eyes widening in surprise. Then he smiled broadly, “Ah! Up and awake, I see. And already making yourself at home. How are you faring?”

Mal froze. Shrank back, into himself for an instant, before drawing himself up, like a startled animal making itself look bigger. A wrapper from a discarded protein bar crinkled under his leg, and something else from the small horde of snacks and distractions he'd stockpiled in his makeshift 'room' clattered to the floor.

Two days had eased some of Mal's darkest fears about Rhun's coven. Not all of them; not by a longshot. But enough he'd decided waiting and gathering information, biding his time, was the smartest course of action over trying to walk out the front door. So far, it'd been...almost pleasant here.

A vast improvement over his time under his prior caretakers, and until this asshole came flaunting in the door, no one even bothered Mal unless he sought out their company.

The first time Mal had seen Rhun was a blur. A whirlwind of chaos and fast paced fighting as his group extracted Mal from the hideaway where Jericho had dumped him. Now, seeing him in the flesh again, in a less terrifying context...Mal wasn't sure what to think.

Other than maybe, Jesus, do you think this guy likes red?

"Is that a problem?" Mal mumbled. Not truly antagonistic, but maybe a tad defensive. His heart sped up, what he'd come to realize was just the default whenever a predator entered the room.

Tilting his head, Rhun leaned back on one foot, appraising. “No. Though I daresay you’ve accumulated quite a mess. I’m surprised Nate hasn’t impressed upon you the irreparable damage melted chocolate does to velvet cushions.” Still that borderline manic grin.

Was being insane a fucking requirement to be a part of this place?

Mal grimaced at Rhun, still unsure what to make of...all of him. The man was a chaotic sensory nightmare, decked out in crimson.

"Nate was the one who gave me the chocolate," Mal said, "And I'm pretty sure he assigned himself to be my keeper, so take it up with him, I guess." Another twist of his lip. "Do you—want something?" Probably a rude thing to say to the Sire of the Coven. Mal winced. "I mean...you're just...here. Talking to me. Uh..." Floundering a little, Mal shrugged limply. "Why?"

“Well frankly I was here to visit d'Artagnan, but as you were unexpectedly also present, I thought it better to say hello before proceeding. Apologies for the offense I have clearly given.” He gave a little bow. Then made his way to the eel tank, where the creature had come forth from its den and was nearly tying itself in knots trying to breach the surface at Rhun’s approach.

Brows knitting together, Mal answered with a quiet, "Oh." Then recovered enough to mumble, "I'm not. Uh, offended. I just...didn't expect—" Mal trailed off, unable to find a suitably non-offensive end to his sentence. In his haste to recover, his gaze drifted to the reason Rhun had appeared at all. "Does he really bite everyone but you?"

“Not always.” Rhun answered cheerfly, reaching into his pocket and unfolding a napkin with strips of raw chicken wrapped inside. “But Angie had to give out so many stitches a universal ban was deemed wisest.” He looked over his shoulder conspiratorially, “Would you like to feed him?”

Mal watched, only to freeze again as he found himself the focus of Rhun's attention. Recovering quicker this time, Mal blinked. Sat up straighter in his seat.

Well...he had been curious...

"I—yeah, alright."

Grabbing his crutches, he headed over to the tank, keeping a respectable distance between himself and Rhun. d'Artagnan continued to writhe and wriggle inside the massive tank, presumably anticipating a meal. Or maybe he really did care that much for his owner. Mal knew plenty of animals were smart—hell, some of them were smarter than a lot of people. It made sense that the eel had strong feelings about his vampire friend.

This close, it was easy to see Rhun stood out in more than dress. For one, he had wrinkles. Not starved-vampire lines of withering. Just… the passage of time.

You could never tell how old a vampire was by looking at them, but even the oldest ones tended to idealize themselves in a way that left no room for age lines. Young, vicious, charming. Immortal. Sires were meant to look in their prime. Rhun had an intensity, for a fact, and an athletic demeanor that assured physical prowess. But unlike any other vampire Mal had ever met, this one could have passed for a forty year-old man.

"So uh...how do I do this," Mal asked, glancing at Rhun. "Without losing any fingers, anyway."

“Allow me to demonstrate.” He grinned. Lifting the rock off the lid, Rhun had only about a full second before d’Artagnan had pushed the lid up himself and was winding his way out of the tank in an eager slither. 

Mal's eyes went wide. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that it might be coming out of the tank. Even partway.

With a laugh, Rhun lifted up a strip of meat from one corner, and held it just high enough that the eel could not lunge outright to grab it. D’Artagnan still struck like a viper, before retreating back into his tank to swallow the offering in a single bite. 

"Oh, shit," Mal said, quietly.

“There. Easy.” Rhun announced, offering the napkin over to Mal so that he could take a piece.

Easy. Right.

But not one to shrink from a challenge, or look like a fucking coward in front of Rhun, Mal grabbed a slice of the raw meat. It was slick and gross between his fingers, but presumably the eel thought it was tasty enough.

"Alright, buddy, dinner time."

Carefully, Mal held the food out like Rhun had, and offered up a silent prayer he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life short a finger for his own curiosity.

D’Artagnan honed in like a guided missile, shooting up and out of the tank with frankly unnatural accuracy and speed toward Mal’s fingers.

Mal jerked back. Dropped the slice of chicken into the tank with a 'plop' that didn't carry over the sound of his yelp as d'Artagnan sank sharp, needle-like teeth into Mal's hand.

Luck, maybe, kept it from severing anything, as the creature instead latched onto the meaty web of tissue between his index finger and thumb instead. It tugged before realizing what it'd caught was a little too big to pull back into the water, and dove down after the slice of chicken instead.

Blood dribbled into the water. Little drops of dark red that dispersed, a couple spattering against the glass side, and then wet the fingers of Mal's other hand as he instinctively clamped over the wound.

Panic hit immediately.

Not from the bite, but because now Mal was bleeding in front of a vampire and if Rhun decided to break his abstinence streak there was nothing in the world Mal could do to stop him. Mal stepped back automatically, eyes wide and fixed on Rhun.

“Ah, damn.” Rhun said, a little calmer than was maybe appropriate. 

"Shit fuck," Mal swore, considerably less calmly.