#Verse: Vampire AU

[tricoloredillusion]

“I was told I had to be ‘cordial’ to you from now on.” Whatever that means. This meant small talk. What do you talk to a vampire about?

“Did… You know I have O negative blood…?” Probably not that…

-Vampire AU

She was forcing herself to be cordial?...well, this was probably better than making their situation worse, so even if the vampire crossed her arms, she was listening to Karma.

...her tongue passing by her lips after listening to the other mention her blood type.

She was simply teasing, at least partially; Neopolitan not visible to the other, but looking over her shoulder with a small grin before Trivia took a step closer.

She was shorter, yes, but boldness took over, and the woman was raising a hand to get it closer to the other's neck, while brown and pink eyes obviously fixated to look at it.

Did different types of blood taste different?...Trivia couldn't tell the difference, at least not yet, but she was curious nevertheless.

[chikoyama]

jesus , you didn't tell me you were dangerous . (from vitya?)

Fillory & Further Sentence Starters | Accepting

“You were underestimating me, weren’t you?” The half-vampire was sounding surpisingly calm as she glanced down at the hunter. A small pout was visible on her face as she kept him pinned to the ground. She was straddling his lower back, forcibly restraining him by keeping his arms locked behind him.

While the fight, admittedly, hadn’t been entirely smooth sailing, the young hybrid couldn’t help but appear slightly disappointed about the outcome of it anyway, even if the purpose had been to simply test her strength.

Results? Well, In terms of power, Chiyori didn’t quite match that of a pureblood vampire, but the output had still been rather unexpected — enough take on a full-grown man by herself despite her size. Not what one would’ve expected of a rather ordinary-looking woman. However, it probably would’ve been more of a challenge if her sparring partner had chosen not to hold back.

“Please, don’t do that, Viktor,” Chiyori added simply, intonation gentle despite the request. Though, she had no real intention of hurting him, she pressed her weight further into his restrained form. She was obviously trying to prove a point here. Because, well… it worried her — if things went awry, and Viktor couldn’t stop her, who could then?

[miitgaanar]

“Stop.”

Adaline froze, her struggles abruptly ceasing at that simple word.  Theo’s gaze did not waver, his icy blue eyes staring unblinkingly into her own.  A chill like death began to settle over her, the flesh of her arms prickling with the sensation as she fought to pull her wrist from his grasp—but she couldn’t so much as twitch a single finger.

“Theo,” she tried, her voice little more than a whimper.  Even that simple plea left her feeling nauseous, the minute movement of her lips enough to leave her head swimming.  Panic gripped at her chest and made each breath a laborious affair.

“Hush, lass,” Theo said, the corners of his lips turned upward into the ghost of a wolfish smile.  The blue of his eyes seemed to take on an almost golden hue, and the desire to please him became all consuming.  Adaline tried to look away, but her vision blurred and her head ached at the mere thought.  “Just listen.”

Theo pulled her forward, nearly sending Adaline to her knees.  A desperate scream sat at the back of her throat, begging to be released, but it remained trapped and straining against the command he had given her.

Just listen.

Frightened tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she stood pressed against him, her wrist still trapped within his grasp.  She felt more than she heard the pleased chuckle that escaped him.

“Turn around,” he said, the command in his voice unmistakable.  

Nausea once again ate away at her gut, bile burning at the back of her throat as she pushed against the urge—the need—to obey.  She attempted to shake her head, to break that damnable eye contact, but the small movement caused a searing pain to lance through her skull.

A soft whine slipped past her lips, the pain unbearable.  Theo simply waited, his face like pale marble.  There was no need to push, no need to say anything further.  She had to obey, needed to obey.

Slowly, haltingly, Adaline did as she was told, turning until her back was pressed to his chest.  Her tears flowed freely, though she nearly gasped in relief as the pain and nausea abruptly left her.

“Good.”  Theo released her wrist, and her arm fell limply to her side.  Adaline despaired silently.  “Now take my hand.”

Staring straight ahead, Adaline clenched her hand into a fist, her nails digging into the skin of her palm.  The pain was grounding, though she still felt sick in her small resistance, and her hands trembled violently with the effort.

Theo tsked softly.  “None of that,” he said, leaning forward slightly so his lips brushed the shell of her ear.  “Take my hand.”

As if of its own accord, Adaline’s hand found his, and the relief was instantaneous.  A soft sob left her, and she realized with terrible clarity the reality of the situation.

Her mind was no longer hers, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“That’s it, lass,” Theo said softly, his fingers entwining with her own.  He breathed deeply then, and she knew that he could smell the blood from the small, crescent shaped punctures along the palm of her hand.  “That’s it.  Stay still, now.”

His free hand came up then and settled at her hip.  Adaline stiffened at the contact, but could do little else as he let his hand wander.  He caressed the curve of her hip and the dip at her waist, seeming to relish in the newfound docile nature of his captive.  She could feel herself falling away, the desire to fight him overcome by the urge to please.  Even then, she tried to wrest back control, but her mind had grown weak with his touch, giving in to his demands like a beaten and starved animal.

Theo let his hand wander further, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her pants.  Adaline began to tremble then, and managed to force out a soft, though desperate, plea through the biting pain that nipped at the base of her skull: “No.”

That low, menacing laugh was his reply, and he released his hold on her hand to wrap his fingers around her throat. “Lockley was too gentle with you, it seems,” he murmured into her ear.  “You don’t refuse a vampire, lass.  It simply isn’t done.”

[honeyglas]

This house is empty. All its inhabitants are buried.

Silly strahd dnd au where you find out that a previous reincarnation of you is buried in this massive manor and also your previous lovers are stalking you slowly through the dark hallways. Be careful

[nicomoon69]

lil yuri vampire timbern (tim is annoyed bern didn’t bother her while she was working like she had asked lmao)

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Idk if ya do this fantasy stuff but Vampire Spencer x Male Reader?

Warnings: a few curse/swear words, vampire au, way too many twilight jokes

A/N: I took a weird approach to this, I hope you enjoy!

You were new to the team, they hadn't exactly opened up to you about everything just yet. The majority of the team weren't, well, human. And you were. You and Spencer slowly began to get closer, a little more than friends, one might say.

"I'm a vampire."

"Fuck off," You give a snort, studying him, waiting for him to laugh, tell you he was having a laugh, something. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Prove it." You tilt your chin up, looking at him like he's absolutely insane.

Reid rolls his eyes, before his eyes turn red, two fangs now on show.

"Holy fucking shit." A beat of silence passes, "How are you still hot?"

Spencer laughs, his cheeks tinting pink ever so slightly. "Fucking hell, I just made a vampire blush." You grinned, "Hey, who old even are you?"

"Er, 200."

There's a moment of silence before you speak up. "You know what this means, right?"

"What?" Spencer held back a sigh, he had a horrible feeling you were no longer going to want to be involved with him now.

"You're not actually a genius, you're just old as fuck." You grinned. "Wait a minute, how are you this ancient and you've never seen Twilight?!"

"I am not watching Twilight."

"You kind of have to now."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do."

"(Y/N), no-"

"Yes. My house, tonight. I'll invite you in and everything."

Knowing he couldn't exactly argue this, he just sighed.

"This is the skin of a killer, Bella." You snort. This was the fourth Twilight quote was

"(Y/N), Twilight quotes are banned in this household-" Spencer groaned loudly.

"I will uninvite you from my house."

"That's not how it works,"

"Yeah, whatever old man."

[autisticlancemcclain]

Cool fingers press lightly into his skin, yanking him from sleep. A hand shakes his shoulder. He clings stubbornly to the last dredges of unconsciousness, desperately trying to ignore the disturbance.

“Keith. Keith. Keith, baby. Get up.”

Unfortunately, this disturbance cannot be ignored.

G-d, Keith fucking hates Halloween.

“What, Lance,” he groans, flailing around blindly for a pillow and smacking it over his head. Lance waits a second, allowing naive hope to bloom in Keith’s unmoving chest, before wrenching the pillow away. Keith opens his eyes just to glare at him. “It’s one in the afternoon!”

Lance’s smile is bright and beautiful. It’s too early for that kind of shit. Keith can’t tear his eyes away.

“I changed my mind about tonight.”

Keith blinks. “…Really?”

That’s…unusual. Lance loves Halloween. Keith has been grumbling about it for decades, but his husband has never swayed, dragging Keith gleefully to pumpkin patches and Target and various thrift stores to prepare for a night of handing out candy to demanding children and teenagers alike. Keith carves a stupid pumpkin every single year. He flies up to the roof to overdecorate and Lance’s fathoming. He dumps overpriced and overpackaged candy into a stupid novelty bucket. He refrains from tearing the doorbell off the doorframe in flinging it into space. He caves, essentially, to every single one of Lance’s whims.

He used to make entire nations cower by baring his teeth. What has become of him, truly.

“I don’t. Actually. Detest this stupid holiday down to my bones,” Keith admits hesitantly, dragging himself so he’s sitting upright. “I mean, well. I do. It’s dumb and cheesy and stupid. But. You love it, so.” He is suddenly sick to his stomach, realizing that all his grumbling might have actually dimmed Lance’s adoration for Halloween, his love for all the silly traditions. As much as he’d rather not have Twilight wannabes and plucky princesses stomping all around his house all night, he will endure it for the way Lance bounces with excitement every ring of the doorbell. He has for over half a century. He thought Lance knew that.

But thankfully there is no heaviness Keith can find in Lance’s expression, no sadness dropping his shoulders. His brown eyes sparkle with the same flash of mischief they usually do; if anything they glow a little brighter, shine a little more golden in the late afternoon sun.

“Oh, please,” he says warmly, flicking the bridge of Keith’s nose. Keith’s affection, however masked, is noted. Keith lets out a sigh of relief. “If the entirety of the western world up and forgot Halloween had any meaning then you would be smug for the next two centuries, you scrooge.”

Keith inclines his head. This is true. “Then why don’t you want to hand out candy this year?”

Too energetic to be still any longer, Lance brushes his knuckles against Keith’s cheek and gets to his feet, spinning towards the window and resting dramatically upon the frame.

“Well,” he says, hand brandished theatrically on his hip, “you know how Pidge can change her appearance for tricks?”

Understanding dawns on Keith. He groans, loudly, falling back onto the mattress and throwing the duvet over his face.

“No, Lance.”

His husband isn’t deterred in the slightest. “Yes!”

“I refuse. Pidge will refuse!”

“Think of Hana! You know Shiro has her dressed as a fat baby pumpkin. You know it, Keith. Think of how cute that will be.”

That will be cute. This is true. But, as Lance so often likes to point out, they live in the age of technology. Keith is sure he will get a slew of pictures of his niece in a pumpkin costume in the next few hours.

“I’m going back to sleep. Good night.”

“Sun’s high in the sky, Count von Count.” Lance yanks the blanket from Keith grip. His smile is wide and victorious when Keith looks at him, because he knows damn well the only reason he could pull back that blanket was because Keith let him.

He knows he’s won. Keith hisses at him.

“Come on,” Lance coaxes, leaning down to kiss Keith gently. “Don’t think of it as us trick or treating. Think of it as…stealing candy from babies! We’re taking the opportunity from some kid, no? Making less to go around?”

“That’s a horrible way to put it,” Keith grumps, even though it isn’t and it’s actually really funny and Keith is furious at himself for the laugh he chokes down. “This is so stupid. We can buy our own candy, Lance.”

“But trick or treat candy has —”

“Do not say there’s magic in it.”

“—magic in it,” Lance finishes, snickering. “And lots of it.”

He shrieks as Keith lunges forward, jabbing him in the ribs until he’s breathless with laughter and protest and pinning his wrists to the mattress. He struggles against Keith’s hold, uselessly, because Keith’s grip is stronger than iron shackles and he’s too weak from giggles to put up a fight. Keith rolls his eyes at his own smile at the sound.

“That is such a dumbass reason,” he says, exasperated.

“It’s real, though,” Lance insists. “The act of freely giving a possession —”

“—imbues it with the power of good will, yeah, yeah, I know.” He leans down and bites the tongue Lance has stuck out on him, smiling slightly at how quickly the witch relents, how quickly he melts into him. Affection bleeds from him in full, Keith finds. Sometimes so potently it changes the weight of the air.

“We can gather everyone up and look like a whole crew,” Lance mumbles against his lips. “Hana in her little pumpkin. Pidge can probably pull off a ten year old without even shifting. Allura and Hunk technically haven’t aged past their teens.”

“Allura is five thousand years old,” Keith grumbles. “At least. She’s an empress. She’s too dignified for this bullshit. She houses Ra.”

“She’ll think this whole thing is funny and you know it.”

Keith sighs. “Yeah, I know.” He kisses Lance one last time before sitting up, letting his husband wiggle out of his hold and buzz around their bedroom to get ready. He draws a line through the air, pulling back the fabric of space with sparks of electric grin, and digs around the little pocket for a moment. It becomes quickly apparent as he extracts two intricately made, exaggerated costumes of a cartoon witch and vampire, that this has been the plan for a while and his husband had no doubts about Keith’s begrudging acceptance.

“I have more costumes for everyone else,” Lance says excitedly. “They’re stereotypical and gaudy and horrible. They took me hours. I can’t wait.”

“You’re a goober,” Keith says fondly. Lance beams back at him. “Let’s go get some stupid candy.”

———

the halloween verse

[tricoloredillusion]

When getting a negative answer, Trivia couldn't help but wonder if she was the only one being weird. It made her look away for a second, but once the bear was re-offered, the woman reached out her hands to hold it between these, gently and carefully so she wouldn't damage it.

The touch was a little rough, but that was normal given the age of the bear, and even with that, brown and pink fixated on the toy for a moment so she could pass her sharpened nails by some of the bear's details.

No one to this day has been able to see Neopolitan, however. To her she was real, and she spoke of her as another entity that accompanied her almost at all time, but no one would've been able to see her. It was the main reason of why no one took her seriously, and unknown to her, the illusory powers she was developing may be starting to make what's real for her to actually be there.

It's because of the lack of acknowledgment that the woman was quick to look back at Cardin with wide-open eyes, fingers tightening their grip around the stuffed plush before she blinked once.

The description was perfect, to the point it made the vampire swallow and feel a phantom skip of her heart.

So sudden it was, that she simply nodded softly first, giving a glare to Neopolitan, who was still behind her, smirking.

'That's her...that's Neopolitan. But no one has been able to see her until now.'

Her hand raising for the bear didn’t go out of his sight. He wondered why should would retreat like that as he was still under the guise of what was his was hers. It was second nature at this point, somethings never changed.

A deep blush came to his cheeks however when she commented on the stuffed animal. It made him feel childish and embarrassed. Then her question came and took that embarrassment away as he looked at her questioningly.

“No.” He chuckled, holding the bear up for her if she wished to touch it. “It doesn’t talk to me or say things. It’s just a toy.”

He was confused and her speaking about her imaginary friend being ‘Very real’ confused him. Did she not know he’s seen Neo before? Just the smallest sight of her, one time, while she fed off of him.

It scared him.

“Trivia, I know your imaginary friend is more real than not, I’ve seen her.” Only a fraction of a second. But that was all he needed for that deep, evil smile of hers to be ingrained in the pits of his mind. “She looks like you, but with pink hair instead of your natural color. Right?” He wanted to confirm, hoping he wasn’t crazy and that it was in fact his mind playing tricks on him.

[lilacevans]

'*•.¸♡ 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 ♡¸.•*'

: ̗̀➛ werewolf!ari levinson x human!reader. background: werewolf!curtis everette x reader, werewolf!andy barber x reader, vampire!lloyd hansen x reader, hybrid!nomad steve rogers x reader, vampire!ransom drysdale x reader, werewolf!jake jensen x reader

: ̗̀➛ summary: the new moon triggers some unusual behaviours for ari, and you need to make more than one hard decision.

: ̗̀➛ part of the kills & kisses verse!

: ̗̀➛ word count: 5,110

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mild descriptions of violence, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, grumpy ari, ari in a rut.

: ̗̀➛ notes: this was supposed to be a blurb completed within a night; it's become whatever the fuck this is. i hope u enjoy it. this is my first proper fic on here. like, well, at least one of this length. pls lemme know what u think!! send me some asks & we'll talk about it. *this is unfinished

: ̗̀➛ playlist: the kills & kisses playlist is here!

In the days before the full moon, Ari usually struggled a little with his moods. This time, however, things seemed much worse. The week before, his mood began to deteriorate, he became tenser and less talkative. He'd tuck himself away more often in his study, finding comfort surrounded by dusty books, rather than in the company of his housemates. 

On the first day, you would notice nothing out of the ordinary, just a tightening of his jaw, downturned lips, and heavy, long sighs over trivial things that wouldn't normally bother him. A split cup of coffee, a mess in the living room, shared attention. 

Whereas a few days earlier, he would be patient and thoughtful; by the third day, he would become snappy and in some cases downright mean; cruel, even. His harsh words and sudden outbursts made tears flow down your cheeks, and your head hung low before you could hear him apologise and wrap you in a warm hug.

''Goddamn it, Pup!'' Ari suddenly explodes, interrupting your excited and enthralled ramblings over a new book, forcing you to jump out of your skin and clutch the book to your chest, and clam up. ''I'm trying to fucking work. Bother someone else!''

You stared at him, swallowed the lump in your throat, and willed the tears in your eyes to not fall. You took a step back and whispered a small apology before darting out of his study. You told yourself it was just the full moon, repeating it like a mantra in your head as you made your way to your room. As soon as the door closed behind you, you threw the book to the ground and sat by the window as tears began to fall while looking out at the manor grounds.

An hour later, Ari let himself into your room, closing the door behind him with his hands tucked in his pockets and a dejected look on his face. Seeing him stand so sheepishly brought back memories of when you first entered the house before it was your home; reminding you of how scared you were, how you never wanted to be ever again after you found he was safety disguised as danger. No one would ever know what a true, sweet soul he was. His softness was something he reserved for you in spades. 

''It's the moon, pup,'' he explained, cutting into the silence, still a tightness to his voice. ''I don't mean to be like this, and I'm overdue for a rut, it's just… Fucking with me. I'm sorry. I know this isn't fair on you.'’

''I know you don't mean it,'' You sniffled as you pulled your legs to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your chin on your knees, peering up at him with wet doe eyes, ''I just wish you didn't have to feel like this. I can't imagine what it's like.''

''You'll find out once you choose what you want to be, either way, you'll be battling mastering control and suppressing gnawing impulses,'' Ari sighed, tightening his lips into a short smile as he made his way over to you. ''And, there ain't no way I'm letting you age past me, pup, so you better get to choosing,'' Ari said with a subdued laugh.

''Still thinking,'' You hummed, eyes falling closed as he leaned down to briefly kiss your forehead. You smiled despite still being stung by his off behaviour. ''Seeing you like this, watching the others struggle with their own things, I'm not sure I want to be either,'' you admitted, sighing as Ari nodded slowly. ''I just don't understand why the others don't get the same way. Yeah, Steve can be a little moody. Andy gets all quiet... Curtis doesn't seem to mind it much, not even Jake, and he's like, a newborn werewolf, but nothing like how you get.''

''Everyone handles it differently, pup. It affects us in different ways. I wish it didn't mess with us at all.''

By day five, getting him to talk to you became impossible. He'd be withdrawn and quiet, and everyone would end up walking on eggshells around him. He'd become more possessive, more handsy, you couldn't move without him following close behind. 

Even during the most mundane tasks, he was right beside you. 

You'd be making breakfast, and he'd be standing right behind you. His fingers crept under the hem of your shirt and rubbed at the skin of your hips, before smoothing his hands over your belly and nosing at your neck. Soft rumbles vibrated from his chest, wet lips grazed behind your ear. Sometimes, he'd dip his hands down your shorts and dance his fingers along the waistband of your panties. 

Every time you attempted to push for a little space, you'd earn a defiant growl in response, and he'd cling harder to you.

''Ari, I can't move,'' you whined, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. Ari nuzzled his nose further into the crook of your neck, a soft growl emitting from deep in his throat, fingers massaging the meat of your waist. ''I need to get to the stove,'' You tried again, but it was no use.

''Let her move, Ari,'' Steve instructed as he strolled into the kitchen, coffee cup in hand. ''We ain't gonna get to eat if you don't let the little lady cook for us.'

Before you even got the chance to laugh, Ari was gone from behind you and snarling in Steve's face. The men were so close, their foreheads were almost touching. Ari's shoulders were back, hands balled into fists, and breathing heavily. Steve had his hands up in defence, a feeble attempt to defuse the situation. You dropped the spatula and knocked the egg mixture to the floor as you rushed over to pull Ari back.

''Hey, none of that,'' You scolded, pulling on his arm. ''Come away from him,'' you said sharply, placing a hand on Ari's shoulder and waving for Steve to back up, which he did slowly and cautiously. You tried to gain Ari's attention, but his eyes stayed locked on Steve until he left the kitchen. The door swung heavily behind him. That's when Ari relaxed and closed his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest, his face buried in your neck again.

''What the hell was that?'' You demanded, but got nothing but a grumble in response as Ari ran his hands over your back. You let out a defeated sigh and lifted your arms around his neck. ''You're gonna end up killing someone,'' you murmured, shaking your head when you get nothing but a short growl in response.

You spent the rest of the day putting out fires. Ari had lunged at Curtis, teeth inches from his neck, for simply tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Attempting to pull Ari back from Ransom after he ended up with a bloodied nose for placing a hand on your hip. Stopping Ari from jumping up off the couch from where he has curled himself around you, Lloyd leaned down to kiss your cheek and earned a boot in the rib from the temperamental wolf. Andy was left nursing three broken fingers for daring to squeeze a hand around your waist while you welcomed him home. Jake was left with claw marks down his arm for attempting to cover you with a blanket during movie night.

Each incident was followed up by Ari dragging you close to him and snarling out a threatening, ''mine.'' The only word he had spoken in the past twenty-four hours.

''Yours, Ari,'' You agree, hands stroking the sides of his face, curling your fingers in his hair. ''All yours.'' Not entirely true, but it has to be during this time for the safety of your housemates. ''Let's go, come on,'' you say, and pull him up from the couch, mouthing apologies to everyone before guiding Ari away towards the bedroom.

'What am I going to do with you?'' You sighed as you closed your bedroom door behind you, eyeing the grumpy werewolf as he climbed onto your bed and reached out to you with a grumble. You tilt your head back, your shoulders dropping, letting out a sigh at the lack of response before strolling up to the bed. 

''You can't keep fighting everyone, I know the moon is fucking with you, but Jesus Christ, Ari,'' You scolded as you joined him, letting him pull you close to his chest, legs tangling with yours as you listened to his strong heartbeat pound through his chest. ''You're gonna have to stay out of their way, this isn't fair on them,'' You try again, looking up at him and snorting out a little laugh at his knitted eyebrows and sour look. ''It isn't fair on me,'' You stress and reach a hand up to scratch your fingers through his beard.

You spend the next two days hauled up in your bedroom, Ari only letting you leave to make food and grab snacks and drinks. The rest of the time, you were dressed in his t-shirts, wrapped in his hoodies, sat snugly in his boxers, reading a book out loud while Ari massaged your thighs and waist. He kept his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, nose rubbing against the skin behind your ear, placing small kisses and licks. 

Having to deal with his protests of letting you shower unless you're using his shampoo and body wash, you need to be there to get his scent right back on you once you've washed it away. While you sat at your desk, he'd sit between your legs, arms snug around your waist with his head in your lap, soft rumbles demanding a kiss, or for you to comb your fingers through his hair and scratch the space behind his ear.

The night before the full moon, Ari was a wreck. Irritated growls, a sheen of sweat on his brows. Suddenly, he couldn't stand the smallest touch, pulling away from you each time you tried to; your fingertips were burning right through his skin. 

Pained whines as he clutched his stomach and gripped his thighs, making your heartache and your stomach twist in knots. He refused to eat, unable to even keep water down. He was too hot and cold all at once, causing him to bundle up and strip off within the next second. You pleaded for him to tell you what you could do to make him feel better, but never got a response. 

While unable to touch him, he still needed you nearby; shaking his head with a defiant growl every time you suggested talking to the others for a solution. You had never seen any of the wolves go through a new moon like this.

''Ari, there's got to be something I can do. This can't just be the moon. Please let me go and see what they can do.'' You pleaded, hands hovering over his curled-up form, not daring to touch if you caused more pain. ''Ari, please.'' You sigh in defeat as he let out another pained whine, followed by a throaty growl and a shake of his head. ''Just get on the bed, you can't be comfy here,'' You tried once more.

You wiped away a stray tear from your cheek as you got no response from him. You let your legs give out, sitting back on your legs, desperately wanting to reach out and pull him to you, while also damning yourself for not being strong enough to just lift him. You were lost, since meeting Ari, you'd never seen him in such pain before. The occasional grump, or low mood during the moon, sure, but never pain. 

That's when it hit you.

''Oh my God,'' You said slowly. You got to your feet and looked down at him. ''You're in a rut, aren't you?''   

''Not yet,'' Ari gritted out, baring his teeth, voice strained and coarse.

''Okay, okay,'' You nodded, trying to hide your glee at hearing his voice. ''But, you will be? Right? I can help. I can help you,'

''No,'' Ari growled out roughly, shaking his head as he strained and propped himself against the side of the bed, making you pause and suck in a breath as his face twisted up and a whine escaped his lips. ''I'll hurt you.''

''You won't,'' You tried to sway, kneeling in front of him. ''I'll be okay. Let me help you through it.'

Ari gave another shake of his head, eyebrows pulling together as his head lulled back, whining.

''Where does it hurt?'' You asked, only to be met with a telling glare from the werewolf, making you blush and laugh nervously. ''Oh, I thought- I thought it was your stomach.'

''It radiates,'' Ari explained bluntly, rolling his eyes.

''What about a hot bath, or a shower?'' You suggested. ''Get the sweat off you, might make you feel a little better. Then we can try and get some food in you.'

''It'll only come back,'' Ari brushed off, letting out a huff. ''Please stop making me talk, pup,'' he begged, letting his head drop to his knees as he wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. For such a huge man, you'd never seen him so small.

''Come on, let's get you in the shower,'' You pressed again as you rose to your feet and offered out your hand.

Finally, he placed his hand in yours and allowed you to help him to his feet. Your eyes immediately zero in on the prominent outline of his cock, sucking in a sharp breath, and eyes widening at the sheer size. Ari groaned and tried to cover his crotch, with his hand murmuring out a whined, ''don't look,'' and used his other hand, hooking a finger under your chin to move your head up, making you meet his eyes before he turned away and began to waddle towards the bathroom.

''Too late, I saw it,'' You snorted, rubbing a hand over his back as you kept close. ''Pretty sure that thing classifies as a lethal weapon at this point,'' You joked and laughed as he groaned and shook his head.

The night before the full moon, you faced challenges you didn't know existed when it came to Ari. Usually the perfect gentleman, he had turned into a feral beast. While you managed to usher him into the shower and curl up with the freshly washed werewolf, he still refused to let you help him with his rut. 

However, once cuddled in bed, wrapped in the soft, pink cotton sheets, he couldn't stop himself as he rubbed his clothed, rock-solid cock against the back of your thigh while he held you tightly against him. He had his face buried against your shoulder, teeth digging into the skin as he moaned and growled, desperate for release. 

You continued to beg him to let you help him, only to be denied by a shake of his head as he continued to rut his hips against you.

''Gonna have to go,'' Ari said breathlessly, but did not attempt to move or still his movements.

''You don't have to,'' you said, attempting to turn back to face him, only to be met with a tight squeeze on your hip telling you to remain still. ''Just let me see, let me help.''

''You are helping,'' Ari grumbled, panting and breathless.

''Then don't go,'' you pleaded. ''Stay with me, and keep doing what you're doing.'' You tried to rock back against his thrusts, but he kept you firmly in place. ''Do what you need to feel better.''

''It's not enough,'' Ari contradicted suddenly, whining and digging his teeth back into your shoulder, making you laugh irritably.

''So, let me help.'' You reached a hand back and placed it over his grip, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. ''Just my hands, nothing else,'' you offered. ''Lemme help, Alpha.''

That seemed to snap whatever resolve Ari had inside him. You were soon shifted onto your back, the large wolf of a man climbing on top of you with lust-filled eyes and hooking a hand under your chin, the pads of his fingers bruising into your cheeks as he crashed his lips against yours. Gone was the pain of fighting off the rut. 

The wolf seemingly allowed himself to be completely drowned in the throes of it. The kiss was filthy, teeth and tongue, almost like he was trying to drink down every gasp, whimper, and moan that tried to escape your lips. 

He was a man starved, feral, and unrelenting. 

You parted your legs and lifted them to encase him and keep him there, fearing clarity would set in and he'd suddenly be gone. Your fingers tangled and pulled his long locks, while his gripped your waist and kept snugly around your throat.

''Ari, please,'' You moaned breathlessly against his assault on your lips and rolled your hips up against him. You whined as you felt his cock firmly rub against your throbbing cunt.

''Alpha,'' Ari corrected, nipping your lower lip and with the grip around your chin and neck. He tilted your head to the side, began to pepper kisses, and licked down the column of your neck. ''Keep rubbing on me, pretty pup. Show your Alpha how much you want his knot.'

The whiplash made your head spin and your heart pound in your chest. Suddenly, the solemn and quiet wolf was talking filth in your ear while you rocked against each other and showed no signs of quietening down or slowing down anytime soon. 

Lost for words, you surrender to him, relaxing in his tight grip and moaning loudly into the open space of the bedroom, knowing all the other inhabitants would surely hear you and know exactly what Ari was doing to you.

''Wolf got your tongue, sweet baby? Where's my begging gone? Not gonna be able to hold back, gonna breed this tiny little cunt. 'Gonna fill you up and get you fat with my pups. You want that, little omega? I'm gonna split you apart on my knot, knock all those pretty thoughts out of your head. You sure you want this, honey? You sure you can take it? Can you take me, honey? All of me?'' Ari ranted into your ear, licking the shell of your ear and nipping at your lobe. ''Gonna fucking make you take it, sugar.'

''Please, please,'' You chanted. ''Please, Alpha. I want it, I need you, please.'

Ari detached his hand from your neck and lifted onto his knees just enough to give him the space to freely flip you over. You panted into the pillow as he got to work, literally tearing the clothes from your body, silk pyjamas in tatters on the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. 

Ari quickly rid himself of his clothes before hiking your hips up, making your back arch and face press further into the pillow. You arched your back further as you felt Ari's fingertips rub over your panties, tracing the line of your folds, gasping as his ring finger ghosted over your button. You could feel the wetness pooling over your core, feel yourself throbbing under his touch. 

You felt his hands run down your sides, fingers meeting as he slipped down the arch of your back. You moaned in anticipation, feeling his breath on your thighs, before crying out as he began to mouth over your mound, wetting the fabric of your panties even more. 

You buried your face in the pillow, wanton moans muffled by the cotton stuffing as Ari hummed a needy growl over your core, sending vibrations that made your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets below you. His fingers massaged your thighs as he continued to tease you over your panties.

''Alpha, please,'' you pleaded, lifting your head to gasp in the air and look back, your view obscured by your hips and his large shoulders. All you could make out was the slight rocking of his hips, rubbing himself against the soft cotton sheets. ''Please,'' you whined. 

''Tell me what you want, pup. Tell your Alpha you want him to taste this sweet little cunt,'' Ari replied cockily, heavy-lidded eyes peering from around the back of your thigh while he nipped into the flesh and his hands moved to paw at your ass. 

You sucked in a shaky breath. ''Please, Alpha, please taste my cunt. It's all yours. It's yours. Please.''

Ari wasted no time, hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear and snapping the fabric, discarding it off the side of the bed. 

Ari crossed his arms over the dip of your back, face pushing between your legs, forcing your back to arch as much as possible. His lips attached over your clit, his tongue rolling with every suction; the rough scratching of his beard mixed with the tight suction of his mouth, the softness and heat of his tongue quickly brought you to the edge. 

You tugged on the sheets below you so hard, your pointed nails ripped through the sheet, and your loud cries of pleasure dominated the room, mixing with Ari’s lustful growls. You rocked your hips against his mouth, overwhelmed and overstimulated. A hot flash overtook your body, your thighs tensed, and a warmth spread over your stomach. 

Soon shakes overtook your body, your core fluttering as you came on his tongue; chanting his name with desperate moans. Ari held you still as you tried to wriggle away, trying to get a break from the assault of your sensitive button. He wasn’t finished with you yet. 

You reached back to try and push his head away, crying out and shaking your head, unable to form any words due to your mind swimming with Ari; everything was Ari. Ari let out a disgruntled grumble, and while his tongue flicked against your clit, he grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back, using the grip on them as purchase to continue keeping you held in place. 

Your thighs were shaking at this point, your stomach doing flips, and your body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Ari hummed blissfully, seemingly feeling full as he continued to taste you on his tongue. 

The Alpha pulled orgasm after orgasm from your abused cunt, before finally giving you relief for a short moment. That’s when you felt his fingertip prod at your entrance, and they felt the bed dip as your arms were released and Ari rose to his knees. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” Ari cooed. If your face wasn’t already flushed red, it certainly was now. “Can’t wait to feel it around my knot,” Ari continued to you as he slipped a finger inside you. The large digit curling in search of your sweet spot. “Feel it cuming around me, so fucking tight, ‘mega, fuck.” 

“More, Alpha,” you moaned, thrusting your hips back slightly. “Need your knot so bad.” 

“Gotta open you up, pup. Gotta make it fit,” Ari replied, slipping a second finger alongside the first. The sting from the stretch makes you suck in a hissing breath. “Such a tight, little cunt.”

You didn’t know that pain could feel so good. The ache in your back paired with the ones in your thighs mixed with the tingles left from Ari’s beard, and his fingers spreading you open bloomed a need you didn’t know existed. 

Ari hooked his fingers in a come hither motion, finally bumping against that special spot inside you, making you cry out and become a boneless mess. Your shoulders sunk into the mattress, face squished against the pillows as you rocked your hips in time with his fingers curling. 

Ari growled and reached over your arched body to take a fist full of your hair, forcing your head up from the pillow. 

“Stop hiding, little one,” Ari commanded, his fingers pulling sounds you didn’t know you could make from you. “I wanna hear all those pretty moans. Wanna hear how good I’m taking you apart. I want all of it.” 

Wanton moans dripped from your parted lips as Ari continued to open you up. Your hole now stretched around three of his large fingers. He was unrelenting in his mission to get you prepped enough for his knot. Ari used the grip on your hair to spear you back on his fingers, your whole body rocking back onto his fingers. 

“Alpha, it’s enough, it’s enough,” you moaned, craning your head back to look back at him, hair stuck to his forehead, bicep flexing as he twisted his fingers inside you. “Please, I need it now.” 

''Not enough, pup,'' Ari argued. ''Trust me, it's taking every ounce of control inside of me not to tear into this pretty little cunt--'' Ari emphasised his words by scissoring his fingers inside you, making you gasp and hiss from the sting of the stretch. He curled his body over yours and chuckled in your ear before he nipped the shell. ''Gotta have you ready, pup.'' 

After what seemed like an eternity of fingers curling and twisting, obscene sounds of your slick around Ari's fingers; pornographic moans and dark chuckles, teasing remarks and filthy comments from Ari, he finally pulled his fingers from inside you and pulled a shocked gasp from you as he flipped you onto your back and lifted your legs to your chest. He locked one hand behind your knees, keeping your thighs flush against your chest, while he grasped his length in his other hand and nudged the tip through your folds.

You angled your head, looking around to see him slowly fuck himself through your slit. The head of his cock bumps against your clit, making little moans fall from your lips.  Ari was seemingly mesmerised, eyes locked on his cock slipping through your folds, and your delicate fingers rubbing the tip of his cock until he dipped too low and the head caught against your hole, making you both gasp and his hand tighten its hold on your legs. 

Ari let his cockhead rest against your hole as he guided your hand away, and readied himself on his knees, letting out a deep breath before giving you a checking glance. From here, you saw the man's sheer size, the wolf looming over to take his prey in any way he saw fit. You gave him a nod, mouth agape, and let your head rest on the pillow, fingers tangling in the sheets, preparing for the breach. 

''Holy fuckin' shit, sugar,'' Ari moaned out as the tip of his cock slipped past your hole, your hands ditching the sheets and reaching around to grip Ari's wrists. All you could do was chant his name, whine, and moan as he continued to slowly thrust into you. ''You can take it, omega. You can do it for me, can't you, pup? I know you can, look how well you're taking me, you can do it, pup.'' 

The stretch, the ache from your core, your legs, your back; the hands that clutched your thighs, the growls and moans from Ari, it was all too much. 

Ari parted your legs, slipping through the space to cover your body with his own, elbows planted beside your shoulders as he caressed the sides of your face, wiped sweat-stuck hair from your face, and smoothed his hands over your hair. Your hand stroked his biceps, kneading the flesh as he slowly buried his cock deeper inside you, dropping his head beside yours and moaning long and slow into your ear as he finally bottomed out. Your fingers tangled in his hair, whining his name as you lifted your legs and clenched them tightly around his hips. 

''Feel like heaven, pup,'' Ari moaned out, slightly rocking his hips into you, nudging his cock against the sweet spot hidden deep inside you. 

''Not yet, not yet,'' You chant, strung out and whining, stuffed to the brim. 

''Can't wait much longer,'' Ari growled, fighting against his feral urges. ''Need you, Omega.''

''You have me, Alpha.''

Ari lifted back onto his knees, fingers curling under your knees and holding them firmly as he slowly pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside you; pulling delicate moans and needy whines from both of you. 

From there, it was only a few short thrusts until Ari became unhinged.

The bed creaked and groaned from the brutal pace of his hips. Pain and pleasure mixed perfectly; intoxicating and addictive, under his sharp teeth and piercing claws, blooming red under his trail. Both of you were reduced to puddles, unable to form any words, completely lost in each other; consumed by need and lust. 

''Not gonna last long,'' Ari began to babble, moans and growls mixing with his words as he continued to spear you onto his cock. All you could do was cry out and grip him as he used you for his pleasure. ''Gonna breed you, gonna fill you up, keep you on my knot. Get you full with my pups, my perfect little bitch. My beautiful Omega. My sweet little pup.'' His fingers bruised into your hips, claws nipping the skin. ''So fuckin' good, 'Mega. So good for me, taking it all. You ready for my knot, pup? You gonna take it?'' 

''Yes, yes, yes,'' You managed to chant, eyes locked on Ari's and arching your back as the wolf pounded into you. 

Ari leaned back down, hand cradling under your head, the other cradling your cheek and keeping you close in the crook of his neck. Your heavy breaths coated his skin, while your fingernails left trails of blood down his back, making him rut harder, obscene noises filling the room. You locked your legs again around his waist, while Ari moaned nonsensical filth into your ear. Growls and grunts overtook him as he became desperate to fill you to the brim. His teeth pinched into your neck, locking you down against the mattress as he claimed you. 

You could feel his swelling knot catch against your hole, making your nails bite into the flesh of his shoulder. He lifted up onto his hands, heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips; snarls and teeth, and started down, watching himself fuck into you as he crept closer and close to his climax. His hips began to stutter and started to push the knot fully inside you, locking you together. 

Your hands find his face and draw his gaze to yours.

''Look at me, Alpha. Look at me. Wanna see you while you fill me.''

[tricoloredillusion]

Starter for @cauaullection! (Rena Ryuugu)

It was 1983.

For a vampire like Neo, the passage of time was at this point a mere topic of entertainment.

While she liked to stay around Europe for the most time, it wasn't anything strange for the woman to travel here and there from time to time, because after all, she liked to see how the different cultures of the world developed.

She always wanted to be the first to see if something new was invented if she could be there, in the right place at the right time, but at the same time, isolating herself to mess with humans that lived a solitary life in small villages was also a pass time of hers.

She settled in this place not long ago, and like the parasite she was, she already found a house to be hers.

Sometimes humans were rather weak-minded, and with her abilities, it wasn't exactly difficult to manipulate them like if they were puppets.

She was still so out of place, though. It wouldn't be surprising if she came off as a weird European punk, but for one reason or another, people came to accept it, and she was willing to learn more about the poor people inhabiting this place.

[chikoyama]

blood donation (plotted) | @gyofukuki

Her nails dug into the hem of her skirt, her whole body tensing up as she stood before the hunter. She was trying to make up her mind, but even thinking about it felt… uncomfortable; unnerving, really, to be granted the option to inflict pain on someone else, especially someone she cared about.

She wasn’t used to this. Wasn’t used to humans, or anyone really, offering themselves to her. Not like that, not as willingly as Viktor — not as insistently. And Chiyori could feel the reluctance jitter inside her, bolting around like a loose particle knocking cells out of place. However, it wouldn’t come as a surprise if the hunter told that he’d noticed something off about her lately.

In the past few days, it hadn’t been easy for Chiyori to keep herself under reins, especially not with what she was. When she had found herself in a room with a few too many people gathered, she had felt the thirst in her throat flare up like an infected wound, and she’d promptly excused herself away from them, to isolate herself, to calm down.

As they stood across each other, a doubtful gaze travelled up to meet blue irises, then slowly — though not entirely inconspiciously — trailed down to his neck, to the spot where the rhytmic beat of his pulse resided underneath. She felt her throat constrict once more; hunger acting up, heart racing. Could she even trust herself to not become too… greedy, unselfish even, once she had her teeth fully sunk into him?

Her indecisiveness was almost tangible, floating thickly in the air between them. Though, with a quiet whisper, Chiyori decided to yield, eventually: “Alright.” Teeth biting the inner of her lip, amber eyes cast down towards the floor, and away from the hunter, shameful and reluctant — the half vampire herself had yet to come to full terms with who… or what she was. So far, she’d only been feeding on animal blood, but even that had made her stomach twist, but more so in shame than actual disgust.

[tricoloredillusion]

The scent of blood itself is what lead the vampire here in the first place. Usually, she doesn't like other vampires coming around her territory unless they are friends. On the other hand, witnessing humans beating humans wasn't exactly a rare occurrence in these parts of the city.

It was amusing how they got in conflict with each other too. Sometimes it left behind 'leftovers' and easy prey, even if the mute's style often had her preferring to get her own food.

Now in one of the many alleys of the street, Neo would've been observing Takane from above one of the buildings, but it was only once the other woman was finished with her own fight that the vampire silently got herself to her level.

Standing at a decent distance between the pile of beaten thugs and the stranger, the sinister creature chuckled softly to herself, something not even hard to hear when silence was now all there was.

But she didn't say anything, instead observing Takane in silence to make her own presence finally known.

Quiet Vigilantism 

@tricoloredillusion​

On occasion, Takane reflected on her work, especially when a thug actually managed to get a shot in on her. Why was she a vigilante, actually? The topic came up again as she wiped blood from the corner of her mouth.

By day, Takane was a fashion model, and a popular one at that. She adorned the covers of a number of magazines for a reason. She had no need to do anything risky like this to make a living, nor did she take money for it anyway. So, why?

Because it was doing something about the rampant levels of violent crime that the police weren’t doing anything about. Muggings and various types of assaults; the proliferation of illegal weaponry or narcotics; organised crime by groups that resembled mafia or yakuza types; it was all here. She was a vigilante because by her hand - or staff, usually – thugs who didn’t hesitate to hurt people could feel a very real physical punishment for dong it. And…

… Because Takane found it fun. She couldn’t deny it, the adrenaline rush of the danger, the good feeling when she saved someone’s life or good health. 

The last part in particular is why she’s in this particular alleyway, blood dripping down her hardwood staff, a quartet of battered thugs unconscious around her. The person these thugs were threatening had elected to run away, at some point. Takane’s hard panting was slowing. Except for the one shot to the face, she herself was unharmed, any bladed weaponry quickly knocked out of hands with the long reach of her staff. Still, that was going to bruise - best not taking any modelling jobs for a few days…

After a moment to calm, Takane supposed it was perhaps best for her to leave too. But before she could go…

[blackwood4stucky]

WIP Poll Game 🤭

Y'all see what I did there? 😏

Tagged by @metalbvcky 🩶

Game Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

Y'all go please vote in my other poll too, it's for "the sun also delights in moonlit nights"!

No pressure tags: @kingofsorrow20 @katie-delaney @gyokujyn @readmymindao3 @dvrkblooms @museaway

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Vampire! Prowler Miles HCs

TW: mentions of sucking bl00d and k!ll!ng people, bad people tho.

Miles G got bit by a radioactive bat, just to be clear.

Kingpin thought it was a good idea to make a radioactive bat and targeted it at Miles (not caring for whether Miles died or not). Miles (and Aaron) doesn't know Kingpin made it, all he knows is that a weird looking bat bit him, it hurt like heck, and know he has superpowers.

He can go out in sun light but STRONGLY dislikes it. Mostly because his eyes are sensitive to the light.

His bedroom is REALLY dark, Rio often makes comments about it.

He got fangs and claws, obviously. But they only come out when he's extremely upset or when he wants them to.

Yes, he can walk on walls and has venomous fangs. His venom will instantly paralyze & numb you.

Aaron knows about it and helps out when he can.

Miles can still eat regular food, but as a treat he usually sucks the blood out of whatever bad guy he was tasked to kill for a mission.

Has a blood storage in Aaron's house just in case he has a thirst.

All out goth/emo of course and loves alternative music.

Has on shades when outside, and indoors depending on how light the room is.

His suit has bat wings attached to them, making him more agile in fights.

 Sense such as better sight (only at night), smell, hearing, taste, touch, echo location, and super strength.

REALLY fast, which is why he always wins battles.

He heals pretty quickly, like overnight quickly.

Aaron calls him batman, much to his distaste and annoyance.

Small dating HC'S:

You two totally had the upside-down kiss thing.

You noticed his super strength whenever he got upset and threw things, you calmed him down though. (Your usually scared out of your mind, not because he may hurt you, but because he may hurt himself)

You often wonder why he always wears shades inside or outside. The sun isn't that bad, you had asked him and said his eyes were becoming sensitive. Which wasn't a lie, but you worried about him a lot more.

@d4ridi0rsworld

[akirakirxaa]

𝑀𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑒, "𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚" 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝐼𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢

[nicomoon69]

vampire yuri timber except I gave up on tim’s face