#and he doesn't even have FANGS this vampire sucks and I DON'T want to see them bang

[teddybeartoji]

bakugou and vampire!reader................ he's so unsure about everything, he doesn't really know what to do with himself or you or the fact that you're a vampire but when you kneel down in front of him and bat your eyelashes while asking to taste his blood, he really has no other option that to just let you do it. 

his heart is about to combust, he's sweating and he's squirming in his seat – with you sat between his thighs, gently cradling his hand and kissing his knuckles, it's impossible for him to calm himself. he feels a bit lightheaded from the way you're looking at him; your pupils are dilated, your eyes low, as you force down your own desire and focus on guiding him through his first time instead. 

he can't even bring himself to say anything when you ask him whether you can keep on going – he gives you a nod and you watch his adam's apple bob. you know him well enough to take this a sign to continue; he won't admit that he's nervous, no fucking way, but you do think it's sweet that he's still willing to let you do this. 

when your lips finally ghost over his wrist, he bites down a sound. 

he leans back on his free hand and throws his head back and you're forced to stifle a chuckle – he's awfully cute like this. a blush creeps up from under his shirt collar and without having to see him properly, you already know his face is doing any better either. his whole body burns, it feels as if he's on fire, but he refuses to back down. 

“how are we doing, suki, hm?”

something soars inside him; it spreads from his lower stomach – up and down, to his chest and to his thighs, to his arms and to his legs, to his fingers and to his toes. and you're really not even doing anything just yet. 

“g– good.”

his raspy voice breaks despite him trying to hold it together with all of his might. your hot breath warms his skin and he digs his fingers into the bedsheets below him – he curses his body for being so damn sensitive and he curses himself for being so weak for you. 

“i need you to look at me when i do it.”

his eyes pop open but he doesn't turn to look at you. he doesn't dare. 

“what for?”

“because i don't want to push you too far, baby. i need you to keep your eyes on me, so i can make sure of that.”

his chest heaves. 

“please?”

his body moves completely on its own when he cranes his neck to finally meet your starved gaze again. his answer is just a grumble and his reward is you pressing one last kiss to his wrist – you stay there with your mouth still against him and your eyes fixated on his dark ones for a moment before parting your lips and giving him a glimpse of your sharp teeth. 

bakugou sucks in a breath. 

you sink your fangs into his skin and he clenches his jaw. his whole body tenses up and you placing your free hand on his thigh does nothing to help him relax; his pupils grow bigger at the sight of you latched onto him, at the feeling of your tongue against him. the sensation of you draining his blood is weird to say the least but there isn’t a single part of him that wants to pull away. 

he’s mesmerized. 

when you trail your hand up over his body until you finally reach the middle of his chest, you give him a few pats, silently telling him to breathe again. he can see the mischievous glint in your eyes, he knows you’d tease him for it if you weren’t busy drinking his blood, and the flush on his cheeks deepens.

but it doesn’t take long before his mind starts growing hazy and you know you’ll have to stop a bit earlier than you usually do, but it’s not like you really mind. you watch how his blinking slows and feel his breathing finally begins to even out – pulling away from his wrist, his eyes widen a bit more as he watches you lick your lips clean and stand from your place between his thighs, only to straddle his hips instead. 

ignoring how tired his body suddenly feels, he snakes his arms around your middle anyway and lets you push him down onto his back.

you nip at his jaw and press yourself flush against him. “that wasn’t too bad, was it, baby?” 

the fact you’re so fucking close now makes bakugou’s head flood with filthier images than he’d like to admit but he blames it all on the delirium caused by the blood loss. he swallows down a groan as he kneads the plush flesh of your waist and shakes his head.

he thinks your hum sounds like a purr. 

and you think he looks extra cute like this. 

slowly, you tilt your head to the other side of his face and lower yourself down, so you can press your lips against his pulse point. “will you let me do it here next time, suki?”

goosebumps raise on his skin despite how warm he feels and his hips buck up into yours in an instant. 

“fuck…” 

“say yes.” 

bakugou doesn’t like to be told what to do. he doesn’t like when people order him around and he doesn’t like when people command him. 

“yes.”

[writinginatree]

Breakfast Gone Wrong

Relationship(s): The lost boys & reader

Summary: You get hurt by what was supposed to be your victim, and your overprotective vampire brothers get overprotective.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, injury, blood drinking, swearing, vampire!reader, written from David's point of view.

Requested by @mizgames way back in February. I'm so so sorry for taking so extremely long to get this done. It's also a little different from your exact request because I remembered it wrong and didn't read the request again before I started writing, but I hope you still like it anyway!

David knew it was a bad idea to let you hunt on your own. He fucking knew it. That's all he can think of as he rushes to your side, following your pained screams. He should have never let you out of his sight, but you were just so goddamn stubborn he hadn't been able to change your mind. In a fit of what he can only classify as teenage rebellion, and for absolutely no reason other than being a brat, you had suddenly decided that you're a big, grown-up vampire perfectly capable of hunting alone. And David, wrapped around your little finger as he is, had given in and agreed, despite knowing he shouldn't.

He told you not to go too far away from him and the others, to pick an easy victim, to call him if you needed help.

And now here you are, writhing in the sand with a wooden stake through your stomach. He left you unsupervised for five, ten minutes at most. This will definitely have been the last time he ever let you out of his sight. He'll be damned if he takes the risk of something like this ever happening again. Nope, you're grounded — for the rest of all eternity.

The asshole who did this is currently being torn apart by Paul and Marko, while Dwayne is already kneeling by your side, assessing the graveness of your injury. David joins him, since the feral blondes clearly don't need his help. He wordlessly holds you down as Dwayne pulls the wood from your body.

You cry out in pain, try to sit up and get away, but David is stronger and keeps you in place.

He's looking anywhere but at your face. If there's one thing he can't stand it's seeing you suffer. If he looks at your tearstained face for too long he might just start crying too.

Finally Dwayne has pulled the stake — which on closer inspection is just a branch that was probably meant to feed a bonfire — free, and your wails die down into soft sobs. He lifts your head onto his lap, stroking your hair, as David holds your hands and murmurs soothing words.

Paul and Marko drag what's left of your attacker over to you, letting his blood trickle directly into your mouth. You instinctively gulp it down, though David is pretty certain you don't even consciously notice anything going on around you through the pain clouding your mind.

You'll need a lot more blood than what's left in this guy to regain your strength. In their ripping him to shreds, Marko and Paul wasted a lot of the precious liquid, which now uselessly stains the sand a few feet beside your weak form. David decides it's only fair if they're the ones to have to go and find another victim to feed you with, while he and Dwayne watch over you.

For a moment he considers immediately taking you back to the cave, but dismisses the idea as quickly as it came. With how weak you are, David doesn't want to risk moving you just yet. Not until they've gotten some more blood into you.

The other two have only been gone a few minutes, but David can't take watching you like this any longer. He pushes back his sleeve and pierces his skin with his fangs, holding the wound to your lips. You instantly start sucking his blood, and he can almost watch as some semblance of life slowly returns to your face.

"Don't give them too much," Dwayne cautions. "You weakening yourself too is the last thing we need right now."

"I know."

"They'll be fine."

"I know," David repeats, and it's halfway true. The logically thinking part of him does know that. But there's also that other part, the part that can't watch you cry, the part that would go insane if he lost you. It's the same part of him that upon meeting you all those years ago instantly declared himself your older brother, a feeling that has only been amplified after being turned into vampires. He doesn't doubt the others feel the same. As the youngest of their group you have them all extremely protective over you, though David is aware he's the most protective of you by far. Maybe even a bit too much so, though he would never admit that. It's only natural, he thinks, after all he was the first to become your brother.

But Dwayne is right, he shouldn't let his feelings get the best of him. You're going to be okay. Paul and Marko should be back with a human blood donor for you soon, anyway. He just wanted to make sure you could hold out until then.

Now you almost look strong enough to drain a victim yourself if they hold it down for you, and after you feed you'll definitely be strong enough to sit on David's bike and let him take you back to the safety of the cave. He almost thinks you'll even be strong enough to be a brat and protest, but David will not let you change his mind about grounding you. Your safety comes first, your happiness second.

He pries his arm from your mouth and wipes a few stray drops of blood from your chin with his gloved hand.

You blink up at him, seemingly a lot more aware of your surroundings than just a couple minutes ago.

"How are you feeling, kitten?"

"Ouchie."

David chuckles despite himself. "Yeah, you could say that. What were you thinking?!"

"He looked like an easy victim..." Your voice is weak, hoarse with tears, but David is relieved you're already wearing your typical bratty pout again. "How was I supposed to know he'd try and gut me?!"

"People tend not to like it when you're trying to kill them."

"That's not a reason to stab someone!"

David thinks of all the times you came close to biting his or one of the other boys' fingers off for minor offences like wanting a bite of your food or wiping dirt from your face. Just last week you threatened to stab David with your ice cream cone because he said you couldn't stay at the boardwalk any longer if you wanted to be home at the cave before the sun came up.

"Uh-huh."

He shares a look with Dwayne, and knows he's thinking the same thing.

Just then Paul and Marko come back, a woman's limp body hanging between them. They dump her beside you. "Here, baby, we knocked her out for you."

For a moment you just stare, like you're not sure what you're supposed to do with her, or too exhausted to lean over and bite her. But then you move, sinking your teeth deep into her throat and David smells the blood when your teeth break the skin.

The boys sit around you in a protective circle and watch as you drink. They're hungry too, after all they barely had time to find victims of their own, let alone suck them dry, before your cry for help drew them away. But they hold back. They can wait.

Silently communicating they agree to bring you home, and then go out to feed in pairs, so there's always two of them with you. It's an unnecessary precaution, of course, but that doesn't bother them. It will bother you — or at least you'll say it does. You always pretend to be annoyed by their protectiveness, by being babied by them so much, as you like to phrase it. But the way you always hide under David's coat, make Paul give you piggyback rides and Dwayne read to you, and insist on Marko doing your hair for you says different. You might be pissed at David for grounding you, but he doesn't doubt you'll secretly love being the center of attention like that — even more so than usual.

Paul has curled up by your side now, arms wrapped around you and nuzzling his head against your shoulder. You briefly interrupt your feeding to hiss at him. David is glad to see it — the fact you're defending your food is a sure sign you're feeling better.

When you're done there's blood smeared all over your face. Dwayne wipes it away with his flag, making you whine and try to push away his hands. "I'm not a baby, Dwayne!"

Oh yes, you're definitely feeling better.

Still, you allow David to pick you up and carry you back to where the bikes are parked, snuggling against his chest and refusing to be put back down when you've reached the bikes. David sighs and climbs on his bike with you, sitting you in front of him and telling you to hold on tight to him, despite you already doing that.

Back at the cave you still refuse to let go, so David carries you inside and settles in your favorite spot — a sort of nest you've built in a small alcove going off the main cave, consisting of a mattress covered in a pile of countless fluffy blankets and pillows, with all the stuffed animals the boys have won for you at the boardwalk over the years strewn all over the place — with you on his lap.

Paul runs after him, and throws himself down beside the both you, cuddling close. Once he's done squirming around to get comfortable he's halfway laying on top of David, too, his face pressed so deep into your side he would probably suffocate if he were human.

It reminds David that he wasn't the only one worried about you, as he watches the tension seep from Paul's body now that you're in safety and he can hold you close. Since it's obvious Paul won't be letting go of you for a while, Marko and Dwayne head out to feed first, each pressing a kiss to your forehead before they go.

You're close to falling asleep, despite how early in the night it still is. No wonder after what you just went through.

David brushes his hand over your face, gently traces the bridge of your nose up to your forehead and back down in a soothing motion, watches your eyelids flutter as you fight to stay awake.

David well remembers a night much like this one, many years ago when you had all still been human, kids living on the streets. You'd been attacked then, too, by a man who'd caught you trying to steal from him. You still have the scar on your chin, where his knife grazed you before you got away. Then, like now, you'd clung to David for the rest of the night, hiding in the questionable safety of his arms.

He traces over the scar on your chin, wondering if today's injury will leave one, too. He supposes not. Vampires don't get scars as far as he's aware, but then again there's still so much he doesn't know about all this, even after decades of undead life.

"Sleep, kitten. You've got to rest."

An agreeing hum comes from Paul's direction, but you continue forcing your eyes to stay open.

"I'm not even tired."

He ignores the wornout lie and says, "You're hurt. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you'll feel better."

You seem to consider this for a moment, absentmindedly playing with Paul's hair and snuggling even closer to David, if that's even possible.

Finally you nod. "Fine. But you have to stay with me the whole time. I'll get nightmares if you make me sleep alone."

David hadn't expected anything else, and agrees. He doesn't mind going hungry in favor of watching over you, even if he knows you've never had a nightmare in your life.

He keeps stroking your face, slowly lulling you to sleep.

Paul, never one to keep still for long, starts fidgeting, and David throws him a glare. "Stay still or go do something else. You're keeping Y/N up."

"Sing us a lullaby then."

Before David can even think to tell Paul to fuck off, your eyes shoot wide open again, and you nod. "Yes, David, sing us a lullaby!"

With a heavy sigh David resigns to his fate. He really needs to learn how to say no to you, but of course that's never going to happen. And, seeing the content little smile on your face, he can't really bring himself to mind.

[nonranghaes]

your back presses against brick as you try to catch your breath, chest tightening with each second. everything in life seems to be crashing down onto you at full force, and hot tears run down your cheeks as you try to ground yourself again. all it takes is your knees buckling for you to drop down to the ground, hands covering your head as you squeeze your eyes shut. you need to calm down, you tell yourself, but it's hard. it's hard when you're forcibly face to face with someone from your past again. it's hard when your job sucks, when you need to find a new, cheaper apartment to move to soon, when your friends seem to either refuse to understand how hard it is or decide you aren't worth that effort.

the words fall out of your mouth before you can process them, "i wish i could just disappear."

"oh, you do, hm?"

your head snaps up to see a man standing just out of your reach, his hands tucked into the pockets of his long overcoat. he smiles at you just a little, raising a single hand to wave at you before tucking it away again. this man... he's not human. the strange glint in his eyes tells you that, but that smile reveals his fangs just a little. he's a vampire, and he's found you, and suddenly all of the scary stories you've been fed (by your parents, by your neighbors, by everyone) seem to come to mind all too easily.

"sorry." he shifts his weight from leg to leg. "couldn't help but hear."

i'll scream, you want to say. i'll run. someone will hear me. but you don't move. if he just wanted an easy meal, he would have already attacked you. no one else is around to see it. either he's playing with you, or...

he takes a step toward you, and crouches down. "i was like this once, y'know." he reaches forward, and you shrink away, but he doesn't stop. he just wipes one of your cheeks of tears with his thumb, dragging it against his pants again before he just stays there in front of you. watching. waiting. "a lot of my friends were. you could come stay with us." he pauses, offering his hand to you, "i mean, you'll have to work a little--but if you really want an escape--"

"i do." if this is the end of you, then so be it. it's reckless, and stupid, and maybe you'll really disappear if you agree to it--but what's still here in the city? a shit job with coworkers that look down on you every time you slip up even the tiniest bit? people who stop caring when it's convenient?

he asks if you're sure. you just take his hand instead, and disappear into the night with him.

[lovelykil]

hiii ! I hope you're doing fanstasitic! I was wondering if I could request midoriya with a reader with a vampire quirk? like drinks blood and everything but is like okayyyyy with the sun... thwnk hiu!!

headcanons─

ᯓ izuku midoriya

hc; reader with a vampire quirk

note; hey this quirk is similar to my bsfs oc 🦭

ᡣ𐭩 he's never seen a quirk quite like yours well if you leave out toga,, so he definitely has written about you in his little nerdy notebook

ᡣ𐭩 he'll ask a bunch of questions !! Get ready to be interrogated by him..

“wait, so how exactly does your quirk work?”

“well I—”

“vampires they require blood don't they? For you, is it a specific kind of blood you need to consume?”

“uhm—”

“are you affected by the sunlight??”

“we're literally outside.”

“oh. Well, I can cross that out. Anyway—”

ᡣ𐭩 if you have some exotic-looking costume that resembles these mystical creatures, he's so fascinated with it ! But he won't tell you that. He's too nervous. The best thing you're gonna get from this is a nervous mumble,

“you.. look so cool..”

“huh?” you turn toward him.

“AH! u-uhm I said— you look really cool!”

ᡣ𐭩 back to that sun thing, when meeting you the first time, you told him about your quirk.. you guys were walking out of the school building still in deep conversation. But once you stepped away from the shade something inside his brain went off like a alarm.

ᡣ𐭩 vampires + sun = DEATH !!

ᡣ𐭩 he quickly shoves you back into the shade mid-conversation with a cry, “THE SUN!! ARE YOU OKAY?” You had to process what the hell just happened, why did this asshole just push you and start worrying his ass off?

oh, oh yeah. Your quirk..

ᡣ𐭩 you laugh at his concerned state while he stands and watches you, puzzled. Once you calmed down you explained.

“I appreciate your concern, but I'm actually immune to the heat.. for some reason.”

“... you could've said that sooner!”

ᡣ𐭩 he thinks your fangs are really cool looking as well , but honestly gets terrified when you viciously attack meat like a wild animal. He sees the stream of that dark crimson-red blood drip down your chin and when you look over at him and smile revealing even MORE blood over your sharp teeth he passes out

ᡣ𐭩 not from the blood but from how insane you look lmao

ᡣ𐭩 now, you actually do need blood to survive. You find it embarrassing to ask any of your friends which includes izuku so you usually feed off wild animals or villains you fight off. But one day you were extremely exhausted to hunt out for your nutrition,

so you turned to a familiar face who so happened to be roaming in the dorm halls.

ᡣ𐭩 you walk over to him sluggish like and grab his hand.

“Izuku, I need you.” okay maybe you shouldn't have been so vague?? Cause now he's blushing.

“w-what?!” he mutters out, his nervous eyes meeting yours. But it doesn't take him long to understand what you meant. He observes your weak body, your skin paler than its usual color, eyes sunken in from weariness, and your body rocking back and forth slightly. You were famished, you desperately needed some blood before you passed out.

izuku simply nods and takes you somewhere secluded so nobody will cause a fuss when they see you two. Plus he assumed you wanted that as well, sucking someone's blood is kinda crazy to watch.

you two end up in his dorm. He slowly closes his door and turns around, he's nervous yes but if this is what's needed to help a friend he won't back down. He looks at you and speaks,

“uhm so how should we—”

you're quick with your movements, already pinning him to the door as you breathe heavily. His eyes bulge, a blush creeping over his freckled face. He tries to speak again but gets cut off by your pleading eyes staring up at his.

“izuku please just stop talking... I can't think.. I just need.. blood.” you linger around his neck, he can feel your hot breath against his warm skin which causes him to shudder and feel an electrifying sensation slide down his spine.

he swallows hard and tilts his neck for you, “r-right.. sorry.” it feels like a lifetime but it only lasted maybe a minute when you drained some of his tasty blood out of him. Your hands rested on his shoulder to get a good grip when you finally sunk your teeth into his flesh. He hadn't realized he actually gripped your waist from the pain, his eyes sealing shut when he let out a low groan. In the moment, you didn't care, you were distracted by his blood.

but once you were satisfied you pulled away and licked your lips, still holding his shoulders. He fluttered his eyes back open and slowly looked at you, again, still with his hands on your waist. It takes 2 seconds before the both of you release each other with a loud and EMBARRASSED blush on your face.

after this, you two never mentioned this interaction with anyone. If someone pointed out that bite mark on Izuku he would come up with some excuse, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. While you kept quiet and blushed to yourself.

mina definitely knows, you can't fool her.

[keres-nyx]

Mika and Yuu Body Language Analysis

(A conversation between me and a friend where I analyzed the image/scene where the bite scene happens, and they played off it and added more. I also go by Ker so that's me lol)

Mikaela Hyakuya

Mika's right hand being on Yuu's thigh is a sign of vulnerability. This is because he's pressing himself closer to Yuu, willingly putting them into a more intimate position to essentially convey a "I am trusting you with myself" while also sort of a "I am willing myself to trust myself for you." Now, the fact it's a tight grip and not quite relaxed just shows that he struggles to completely let go of it. Which brings us to his left hand. Clutching at the shelf. This side of him shows his hesitance. While he's given in and allowed himself to become a full vampire, it's against his wishes/will. And while he's allowed himself to become vulnerable and trust Yuu, he can't quite bring himself to trust him. Not to mention this scene specifically has Mika facing away from us, almost saying "don't look at what I've become." Going onto his body, he's trying to accommodate Yuu as best as he can. He's not pinning Yuu down or pushing against him, even though he probably has the urge/instinct to. He's resisting the instinct and restraining himself to be as gentle as possible with him. The fact Mika's injured and bleeding as well shows how much he trusts Yuu with himself.

Chrono:

“This side of him shows his hesitance. While he's given in and allowed himself to become a full vampire, it's against his wishes/will.” THIS PART COMES FROM THE FACT THAT THE OTHER TIMES HES SHOWN TO BE HUNGRY, HE TAKES IT. FORCEFULLY GRABBING KRUL'S ARM AND PINNING THAT RANDOM KID DOWN, FOR EXAMPLE.

YUU BEING THE EXCEPTION, HIS FIRST BITE, HIS FIRST HUMAN TASTE (AND WHEN WE KNOW HOW MUCH MIKA LOVES THE TASTE OF YUU IN PARTICULAR) HE STILL MANAGES TO HOLD HIS MONSTROUS APPETITE BACK FOR HIS SAKE (YUU'S) BECAUSE THAT WINS OUT IN THE END. HIS PROTECTIVENESS OVER HIS PREDATORY DESIRE.

Yuuichirou Hyakuya:

Oh boy there's a lot here. Especially seeing the entire scene animated. But for the sake of word limits, I'll do this still frame. Number one: his hand in Mika's hair. He's actively, most likely softly, pushing Mika's head into his neck, thereby pressing Mika's mouth and fangs into his neck more, silently reassuring "it's okay, I'm alright with this." Why? Because as stubborn and naive Yuu may appear sometimes, that boy is awfully and extremely aware of the people around him. Yuu knows Mika hates this. He knows that Mika doesn't want this. But he also knows that he must do this to keep Mika alive. So, just like Mika, he's trying to be as accommodating and gentle as possible. The blood sucking probably feels weird and violating, in a way. Especially because it's against his own nature and instinct, which would tell him to fight Mika off. But just like Mika, Yuu is fighting against his own human instinct. Not to mention his training. And not to mention his hatred for vampires. Yuu's only reaction was the initial bite, the slight wince. (FUCK IT IM TALKING ABOUT THE ANIMATED SCENE.) Immediately after getting bit, Yuu gently lifts Mika and scoots them into a more comfortable and easy position. As he does so, he gently cradles Mika. It would be human nature to squirm and hiss when a vampire is drinking your blood, since blood is your life essence. But Yuu forced himself, forced his body and breathing, to relax. This way, he would make Mika more comfortable and less guilty, even if just a little. He also gently rubs Mika's hair, creating a soothing/caring stimulation, another reassurance. Moving on to Yuu's right hand on the floor, this is also a sign of vulnerability. He could have put it on Mika's shoulder to push him off later, but he's essentially saying "I know I am safe with you, I needn't worry about it." This is also proven with the way Yuu tilts his head back, and let Mika's hand push against his thigh. Adding on: the rubbing could also be seen as a grounding agent. To keep Mika calm and mentally with him.

Chrono:

“This way, he would make Mika more comfortable and less guilty, even if just a little. He also gently rubs Mika's hair, creating a soothing/caring stimulation, another reassurance.” they both take care of each other so wonderfully it's amazing. i worry that i don't depict yuu taking care of mika enough as much as mika does BUT IT DEF GOES BOTH WAYS thats one of the reasons i'm feral for them. they're mutually obsessive and while it CAN be unhealthy, it's ALSO in a healthy way in particular to the way they take care of the others emotional and physical needs since the other cannot take care of themselves. or want to due to their equal self-loathing. i'm getting a lil sidetracked but these soothing gestures he did in this scene, i saw the potential of them BOTH being the caretaker of the relationship. mika just takes his to a greater scale bc like i said, he's nurturing AND his unending loyalty makes him a ferocious protector.

Ker:

“they take care of the others emotional and physical needs since the other cannot take care of themselves.”

THIS. THIS IS THE KEY POINT. THIS PERFECTLY SUMS UP THE ENTIRETY OF YUU AND MIKA'S RELATIONSHIP.

While it could be seen as an unhealthy obsession, this is still good for them. Because they themselves do not believe themselves to be worthy/good enough for comfort. But they do not reject it if it comes from one another. That is the beauty of their relationship. That is the reason Mikaela has not let himself fully die yet. Because he knows. God he knows. That Yuu would never be able to truly live without him. Not anymore. Because was Yuu living before? Even during their separation, Yuu still lived for Mika. He wanted to kill vampires to avenge Mika. For Mika. Yuu didn't truly live, he existed to fulfill something. And Mika is smart, he noticed it. Mika had probably hoped Yuu could move on and live on without him. But deep down, he's keenly aware of the fact that won't happen. Why else do you think Mika asks Yuu to let go of him? Why else do you think Mika isn't the one to leave, if he is so adamant of Yuu forgetting and giving up on him? It's the same reason he's so aware of why Yuu won't do it. Mika feels the exact same way. That's why he asks Yuu to give him up. Because Mika can't give Yuu up either.

*slams table* AHHHHHH

Chrono:

I think mika wanted yuu to hate him. to give up on him, so he tries to emotionally close himself off in that scene and says things that may hurt him even if he would hate to see yuu cry, but he underestimated JUST how stubborn and just how much yuu was willing to cling onto him. that broke him more man.

“you have it just as bad as he does”

Ker:

Absolutely. That's why he tried to hurt him.

They protect each other, no matter the cost. Whether it's themselves, or the world. This has been proven with actions and words from both sides.

Chrono: it's so crazy how they're so different from each other YET share so many qualities at the same time

Ker: the difference is where the desire comes from. For Mika is comes from selflessness, but for Yuu it derives from selfishness. They're opposites. And that's the point of them.

Chrono: like i love how they're both stubborn, how they had their angry phases, how they bring out the best and worst.... but in spite of it all, what really makes me happy, is to see them finally free themselves from the stresses in the life BECAUSE it's just them two. they're laughing again and say what these theorists will about demon mika simply copying a personality yuu simply wants to see... i think their banter and happiness with each other is genuine.

they're also teaching eachother to be selfish / selfless respectively. like mika telling yuu the whole world matters, not just the ones close to you... and yuu teaching mika its okay to chase his own happiness. there will be a way without comprising anyone's own happiness/life. it will simply be harder.

[wizardpink]

Hi! Random question, but do you think the show will have Daniel call Armand "boss" now that the Maître thing happened? I know it's very prevalent in the books, but it might have different and/or interesting Implications™ in the show.

This question reminded me of one of my favorite episodes of the It's Always Sunny podcast. Stay with me here because we are going on a journey.

If there's any journalist in the world, living right now, who doesn't have a boss, it's Daniel Molloy.

There was a post recently that said something about how the point in the story where the timeline shifts the most dramatically from the books to the show is in the early 80s, when Armand DOESN'T turn Daniel into a vampire. I think that is a major part of why the Devil's Minion storyline in the show scared and angered so many fans in the finale. It's so different from the story we fell in love with! But we were so focused on Armand being different (possibly turning Daniel out of spite) that we forgot that Daniel is the one who is really different, in a really genius and wonderful departure from the books.

In the books we know human Daniel primarily as a man in his early 20s through his early 30s, but who he is in his early 30s is extremely heavily influenced by all the things that happened to him in that previous decade. Meeting Louis, meeting Armand, being pursued by Armand, and finally becoming Armand's lover.

But show Daniel had a great big reset button pressed on his life either at the end of the interview or at the end of his and Armand's romance, and he got to experience a life that book Daniel never did, and as a result it shaped him into a man that I think book Daniel always would have become, until he got derailed. And it's fascinating how BOTH paths make perfect sense even though they start at the same pivotal point!

Book Daniel meets vampires and then immediately is sucked into their world permanently. It becomes his realm as well. And in that realm are hierarchies and power dynamics that he has to exist within. He becomes subservient in ways to Armand, to Marius, etc etc. I could go on but you know what I mean.

Show Daniel however! Show Daniel meets vampires and gets pushed OUT of their world back into the world of humanity. And yes, in that realm are hierarchies and power dynamics that he has to exist within. But they're upheld by human beings! People who are no better than Daniel himself, and certainly no more frightening than the shit he's already been through whether he can remember it or not. Show Daniel pursues any story, any lead he wants no matter how dangerous or powerful the subject matter may be. He writes what he wants when he wants, and it works because he's fucking good at it. And it doesn't always work out for him! He says he's been fired and rehired, he's been nearly killed when an interview subject gets skittish or tired of his bullshit. But the point is, he went out and he made his own damn rules. He's brash and opinionated and has zero filter. He'll say whatever he wants to anyone, demand answers and truth from anyone. And no one is gonna tell him he can't. They're gonna have to drag him out of here or kill him to shut him up.

Armand and Daniel's maker/fledgling, devil/minion dynamic is going to be SO DIFFERENT from the books and yet JUST as juicy because the important things -- the love, the longing, the passion, the understanding, the recognition -- that is all still there. But I don't see 69 year old Daniel Molloy falling over himself to worship and cowtow to Armand. My DREAM is we see BOTH dynamics just to juxtapose the two, and the strife it creates as two people who once loved each other try to get back to that place now that they aren't those people anymore.

So tl;dr, yes and no. If he says it, it's going to be like, one time and so dripping with sarcasm Armand will be fighting his fangs again. If we get an earnest pet name it'll be very private I feel (as opposed to Armand who would call Daniel his beloved in line at the post office).

Also on a personal note, "boss" is so deeply unsexy. Goons and henchmen call the Joker boss, I don't want that haha. Oh and also I have like zero recollection of him calling Armand "boss" in the books, that's a detail that my brain mulched up and ate years ago I guess. So I was the wrong person to ask this. Thanks for reading though! 😂

[bigskydreaming]

The Vampire Daniel Molloy, when Louis asks what he's looking forward to most about the next stage of his newly immortal life:

Hmm. With how much my maker already complains about me ruining his life and how every day I give him a new reason to regret ever siring me, if I had to pick just one thing, I'd say the thing I'm most looking forward to is when I hit vampire puberty.

Louis: ....

Daniel: Vampire puberty's when the really wild superpowers kick in, right?

Louis: I suppose technically that's not....inaccurate.

Daniel: Hey, what are the chances of me getting the 'set shit on fire with my brain' thing you've got? Can you even imagine how much that would piss him off? His disappointment of a fledgling having the same gifts as the ex who dumped his ass....oh, man. C'mon now. I bet I could do some real damage with that.

Louis: Actually, while we're near the subject: would you please stop introducing yourself as 'the reason your vampire parents got divorced?'

Daniel: No, Louis, Louis! You're not getting it, see....the thing that makes it funny is its true.

Louis: You've really decided to lean into the whole 'second childhood' angle, huh.

Daniel: Mmmm. And just think. If you'd turned me fifty years ago when I first asked, I'd be well past this stage by now. And also still twenty. And hot.

Louis: Ahh. Its like that, then, is it.

Daniel: Oh, only a little bit. Really though, its like, every day I discover a new way to make Armand rue my very existence all over again, and maybe I'm just a simple man with simple needs, because that's just....very fun for me. I mean, there's just something extra validating in knowing the guy you're all "fuck that guy, I hate him, he sucks" about hates you waaaay more than you can be bothered to hate him. Because then its like you win the feud, right? You still get to hate that guy, which is great, because fuck that guy, he sucks, but you also get to know your very existence drives him way crazier than his ever makes you, and I mean, let's be real. Who doesn't like winning things?

Louis: Well I'm so glad you've found something that gives you a sense of purpose at least. Its very -

Daniel: Yeah, yeah, immortal blood drinkers need hobbies other than mass murder, it keeps the body count low and is good for the environment. Relax. I know. I literally wrote the book on it. You were there.

Louis: That's what you got out of it?

Daniel: Why, did you want me to fixate on your sex scenes instead? That seems weird. A little narcissistic even. And at the risk of self-awareness, when I'm the one -

Louis: Right. Well. I just wanted to make sure you had something to focus your energies on. It can all be a bit overwhelming at first and with your level of public attention at the moment, its very crit -

Daniel: Nope, all good here. Got myself a steady supply of Deadbeat Dad jokes that make my maker's eye twitch - apparently base word play is "gauche" or some shit - ugh, my god, its like nothing I do is ever good enough for him, and I only ate one of the editors on my shitlist to test drive my shiny new murder skills. He had this thing about Oxford commas, used to bug the crap out of me. Its like we get it, you hate them. They're literally dots on a page, they can't hurt you, can we please move on....

Louis: ....

Daniel: Louis, I'm kidding. Look, you don't have to worry about me. I already decided I find emotional evisceration way more satisfying than the physical version. Less clean up and it lasts longer anyway. I'm not going to get myself into trouble by cosplaying as Jack the Ripper where paparazzi can catch me red-fanged, and even if I do, I hereby absolve you of all responsibility. You can stop mother-henning me, you didn't turn me, you literally said no when I begged you to, its the whole reason I have eternal wrinkles instead of youthful tautness.

Louis: Not gonna let that one go, are you.

Daniel: Gimme a few centuries and ask me again. I'll let you know then.

Louis: Mmhmm. So this was....memorable and we definitely won't be doing it again. But you do seem to have things figured out so I'll leave you to it, then.

Daniel: Wait, Louis, don't go! Don't you want to hear my five-century life plan for annoying Armand into an early retirement mausoleum? I made visual aids!

Louis: Goodbye, Daniel.

Daniel: Fine, leave then! I don't care! You're not my real dad anyway! Et cetera, et cetera!

[omgahgase]

okay so imagine monsterfucking again but Charles is a vampire and Arthur is a werewolf

i've thought about this more than once,,,MORE THAN ONCE!!! the difference between werewolves and the wolfshifters in my au is that werewolves only change under the full moon and they have absolutely no control over it, while shifters can change at will any time they want, so all i can imagine is vampire!charles needing to feed and arthur always always offers himself up for it, and bc he can shift at will, it's an even more of a hearty serving bc they don't have to wait for the full moon.

shifter!arthur has charles planted pretty on his lap, he's halfway through with his transformation when charles bites him and arthur bucks a near violent snap of his hips upwards, grinds against charles as he feels blood rush into his mouth. arthur whines bc it hurts for only a moment, long enough for him bury his face into charles shoulders, but soon enough he's back to fucking into charles with a newfound vigor. something akin to pride blooms in his chest at charles using him to feed. it means he can provide for him, care for him when he needs it, and arthur sees this as the wonder it is.

strong, beautiful charles needs him. arthur will do just about anything charles asks of him, but this is by far his most important contribution. charles can suck him dry and arthur would thank him.

he fucks with that in mind, the idea that this entire night is for charles, to replenish his strength. arthur doesn't let charles do anything but eat. he guides charles' hips in deep rolls, lifts him up and down on his cock and relishes in the way charles moans a dirty sound into his neck. blood coats his fur and drips down his back, and when charles lets up for air there's crimson smeared all over his mouth, dribbling along the long column of his throat.

when charles smiles at him in thanks, his fangs glint in the moonlight, his red eyes mesmerizing, and arthur feels woozy just looking at him, so breathtakingly beautiful and dangerous like the devil. his hair is an inky black waterfall over his shoulders and around his face as he throws his head back and rides arthur likes it's his job.

short words of praise is whispered into charles ear when arthur picks up the pace and fucks charles until all he can say is arthur's name. when he shifts, he's bigger, thicker, so it's easy to place large hands around his waist, his fingers barely touching, and slams charles down until arthur can see himself move beneath his belly.

it's filthy and overwhelming and by the time charles has had enough to eat, he's full of blood, come, and cock, and arthur preens under the droopy, satisfied grin of charles' red lips. a soft spoken "thank you" falls between them, and arthur kisses the words back into him, shows his own thanks

"thank you for trusting me," it says, and charles understands it perfectly

[itjazzbicch]

Hunger

Pairing: Havik x Vaeternian(Vampire)!Reader 

First time writing for Havik, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: As friends/allies, the reader is blindsided before meeting with Havik to discuss important matters, starving as some time had passed before their meeting, and when Havik sees their condition, their friendship begins to show...

Warnings:  Mentions of blood, blood-sucking, mentions of injury. (Havik being a little soft because that's what I want lol) Havik's tower ending spoiler (kinda lol)

(Had this idea in mind and could only see it working with Havik for some reason)

Word Count: .6k 

"You conquered Seidou, huh?" As much as Havik disliked the wholesome word, friends, that's what we were, happy that my friend accomplished his goal, "I knew you would."

"Something's wrong-"

We were supposed to meet as I hoped to take a big step in my plan to save my kind in the realm of Vaeternus, but I was blindsided before meeting here.

In the dark forest, it was hard to see; stepping into the moonlight, my face showed that I was drained, and the one distinctive part of me was now missing.

"Your wings-" The moonlight revealed the anger in his eyes, rage on his scarred face, and in his voice, "What happened?!"

"Simple-minded scum hating my kind, as always," I sighed, going to him, but stumbling into a tree, slowly sinking to the ground, explaining as he came to me, searching for my wings and not wanting to accept the truth, "They clipped my wings, Havik. They're gone now."

"Who did this?" Staring deep into my eyes, I could see the chaos that this created in his mind and how badly he wanted to release it, "I'll kill them."

"There's no need. I already did that," The wounds left behind after my wings were clipped left me considerably weakened; I managed to dispose of the assassin who was sent to kill me, but I was too weak to put myself in danger and not able to use my intuitive tactics now that my wings were gone, Havik realizing what was most threatening at that moment:

"You haven't eaten, have you?"

"Not since I ate that assassin," I hated how my stomach felt like an endless pit at times; now, starving on top of being wounded, the future wasn't very bright from my perspective; apologizing to Havik with a whisper, "I'm sorry, but I'm useless now."

"Don't talk like you're a weakling," Kneeling at my side, he was always hellbent on whatever task lay ahead of him and expected me to be the same way, "You're not useless, just hungry, right?"

"Very," I sighed, taken aback as he titled his head, presenting his neck to me:

"What are you waiting for?"

"A-Are you sure?" My rumbling hunger had my mouth water at the sight of his neck, but he was my friend; something in my heart conflicted with that hunger, making me hesitant.

"Yes," He huffed with impatience, rolling his eyes, so I picked myself up and rubbed the side of his neck, cooing:

"Relax, so it doesn't hurt that bad."

"Pfft, sure-"

I warned him, hunger's desperation was no longer tolerable, my fangs sinking into his neck, feeling the bit of tenseness as I pierced his skin and flesh. The first drop of blood had me humming, trying not to suck him dry.

This was more of a test of self-control rather than a feeding session. I'd never tasted anyone like him before. The taste was distinct and was urging me to be ravenous, my hums growing with every swallow, even running a hand through his hair, but his chaotic ways made me side-eye him as he was groaning and laughing:

"Ngh, ha-ha, hmm."

"Enjoying yourself?" I toyed as I picked myself up, not full, but not starving, so I was grateful, cleaning his neck with my tongue before kissing the bite softly, "Thank you for that."

He wasn't responding to me, unsure of what he was doing, till I felt his fingertips tracing up my back, wincing at the lingering pain as he trailed the slow healing wound where my wings were before.

"This is going to take some time to heal," He observed, showing a side of himself that I never imagined existing as he rubbed my side, the tone in his whisper sparking something within me, "And yeah, I did. I like the pain."

He was a maniac, but I think that's what I liked most about him; I chuckled at him with a smile as I shook my head, "Only you would." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[bluehourbucky]

Ooo I'm a different anon but could u do a part 2 for the vampire oje. Doesn't have to be smutty. Just love their interactions

Bite me

pairing: vampire!bucky x innocent!reader

warnings: blood / bj / sucking blood / face fucking

a/n: sorry it took so long hope you like it

18+ ONLY

minors do not interact

strawberry juice (part 1)

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Bucky was surprised how quickly you've accepted that you'll be his for the time being, he didn't even have to hypnotise you.

"My new home? Why? "

"Oh my darling you're just so precious, you see I need you to survive and you want to help me right?"

you looked confused so Bucky continued.

"So as you can tell already I'm a vampire doll, and I need blood to survive and you just happen to have the tastiest blood that keeps me fed for a long time. We can do this the easy way or the hard way the choice is yours."

You sat there on the bed trying to put your brain to work and figure out what to do but your brain just wouldn't cooperate. It's like there was fog clouding it.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

Bucky had smiled flashing his fangs at you which made you avert your gaze.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If you're a good girl or not."

And so far you've been so good and Bucky was thriving, he'd never been so well fed he didn't even have to slumber to get energy.

Steve had been extremely kind and helpful to you, he didn't treat you like a prisoner.

As of recently you've started going on walks with both Bucky and Steve, never alone though.

"But I won't run away." you tried to argue and you really hadn't planned on going anywhere, you were well fed Steve had cooked well balanced meals every day, you had a room and everything at your disposal.

You even wanted to help around the house but Steve wouldn't let you it was his job and his job only.

It wasn't that bad at all.

Paid food, housing and you didn't even have to work except when Bucky was taking the blood from you but that wasn't even that bad since Steve was taking little amounts of blood putting it in blood bags for Bucky, like donating blood but to a vampire.

All in all not bad.

However your sleep schedule was messed up.

Most of the times you didn't know if it was day or night because of the blinds and dark curtains covering all of the windows most of the time.

It has been around 2 months since you've started living with them and you still didn't understand what made your blood special, Bucky wouldn't tell you.

"Good morning doll, when will you start wearing pants around the house, you're tempting anyways."

Since the first night Bucky hadn't touched you like he did the first night. Bucky was sure if he did something like that again he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking you.

You turned quickly almost dropping your midnight snack on the floor.

"I was just-"

"No need to explain yourself doll, just heard you thought I should keep you company, maybe even get a breakfast while I'm at it."

For some reason, your legs shiver and the need to close your thighs overwhelmed you so you just do that. Since you'd "moved in" he'd kept a distance and you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you. You missed talking to him, he didn't even tell you about the books he'd read.

"You never keep me company you're just hungry."

Bucky was taken aback by your words. You're his sweet girl you've never talked like that to him. But maybe you're right he hasn't been keeping you company he avoids you like the plague, it's been weeks since he drank from you physically.

If he was being honest he liked you way more than he'd like to admit. Yes your blood was good but he started feeling guilty.

"Do you want my company, pretty girl?" He'd come close to you, and you sucked in a breath, Bucky had taken the bowl from your hands.

He caressed you cheek softly, his finger barely touching you, but making your body temperature rise nonetheless.

"Why don't you look at me huh?" Bucky lifts your chin and your eyes meet his, oh and they are so pretty and your pretty pink lips that would look even better around his cock.

"Please." you don't even know what you're begging for, his attention, his touch?

"Please, what darling? Use your words pretty girl."

"Pay attention to me. You've been ignoring me I don't like being ignored. I wore so many pretty clothes and you won't notice me."

His pretty girl is an attention whore.

"Oh don't you worry, I noticed you, I heard your little whimpers when you tried to take care of the ache between your legs and you just couldn't. The little shorts and dresses you've been wearing were the only thing I paid attention to."

As if the weight has been lifted off your shoulders you smiled exhaling, blood was what Bucky lived off, but you lived for attention.

"Really? Why didn't you talk to me then! You didn't even tell me if you liked the book you were reading."

Bucky chuckled, damn you were adorable.

"Well I'll tell you if you do something for me."

You nodded eagerly.

"You don't even know what I want you to do."

"But I want to know."

"Have you ever heard of "curiosity killed the cat?""

"Pff that's not real. Tell me."

He'd taken your hand and let you to his bedroom , he didn't need Steve coming in and ruining the fun.

"Where's your bed? Do you not have a bed?"

Bucky laughs, it's been a while since he laughed so much.

"I don't need a bed."

His bedroom was more like a formal lounge room the long couch a fireplace and a lounge chair and of course a coffin standing against the wall. Bucky let's you scan the room before talking again.

"Okay that's enough looking come here." you obey instantly.

Bucky stands between the fire place and the couch in the middle of the room and picks up a pillow behind him, throwing it down on the carpet in front of him. Your eyes follow him.

"Go on." he points to the pillow and you just stand not sure what you should do. Seeing you need guidance Bucky grabs the back of your head and lowers you to your knees. He didn't use any force.

"Wil you tell me now?" your doe eyes look up at him innocently.

"Nope, we haven't even started, doll."

"But-"

You are cut off by Bucky pushing your face into his clothed buldge. He's been wanting you like this for a while and who says dreams don't come true.

"See what you do to me? Need you to take care of this before I tell you about the books I've read."

"But I don't know how." you want to do whatever he needs you to but you've never done anything like that before.

"Don't worry precious I'll help you, why don't you help me take these off first." Bucky takes your hands and leads you to the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull it down and Bucky instantly feels better, his hard on is still trapped in his underwear but much better with one layer taken off.

"Good girl." you sit not knowing what to do next so you take the waistband of his underwear releasing his painfully hard cock.

You forget to breathe, and don't know where to look and right as you were about to turn your head Bucky holds it in place.

"You need to see what you've done pretty." With one hand in your hair and the other on his length gathering the precum.

"Open up" and you do, he slips two fingers into your mouth loving the way you look tasting him.

"Give me your hands put them here." Bucky places your hands at the base of his cock, your hands are warm and soft and he thinks he's about to cum with just one touch.

"That's it." he praises you when you start moving your hands, your movements are a bit sloppy but enjoyable.

He groans when you squeeze him a bit harder.

"Sorry!" you think you've hurt him so you stop.

"Oh don't you dare stop now." Bucky says looking down at you, and what a sight to see. Your little hands hugging his thickness, he needs your mouth immediately.

"Open up for me." Bucky says, taking his cock and slapping it on your mouth.

"More." he says sternly and you open as wide as you can.

"There you go." Bucky smiles when you close around him, he's only half way in but it's already too big for you. He starts using your mouth, his thrusts are gentle not pushing you further into him. Your hands are on his thighs holding on but not for long.

"What you can't fit in you hold in your hands understand?" you nodd and immediately take the rest of his length, you use one hand to pump him and the other gets a hold of his balls. Bucky moans the moment he feels your hands on his balls playing with them.

"Doing so good pretty girl" he groans and feels his self control slipping, he needs you to take all of him. Bucky couldn't take his eyes off of you tears rolling down your red face. You suddenly pull away panting.

"Can't breathe." Bucky chuckles and brings you to his cock again.

"Breathe through your nose honey." Once you've gotten used to it Buckys thrusts became more frantic and unforgiving. He didn't stop when hit the back of your throat and you gagged saliva falling down your neck right between your breasts.

"Fuck me." Bucky breathes out, and with every thurst he groans and moans absolutely using your throat for his pleasure. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when your throat contracts squeezing him just right.

"So good, right there." you're holding tightly onto his thighs your nails digging into them which just sends Bucky into euphoria.

"Don't you dare spit out." Bucky says through gripped teeth just seconds before he finishes into your mouth sending cum down your throat. He rides out his orgasm his cock finally softening as he shoots the last drop of his cum.

Bucky pulls out and shuts your mouth closed like you're a dog.

"Swallow." not knowing what else to do you swallow the salty substance.

"Such a good girl for me." he says when you open your mouth to show him that you've swallowed every last drop. Some of it managed to escape and dripped down on your shirt but that's okay.

"Can you tell me now?" you manage to say despite it hurting of your throat.

"Of course darling. Just clean me up first and I'll tell you everything."

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[THE END]

please I know this was bad smut but I'm trying! I'm not used to writing it and I hope I did a decent job!

I would appreciate tips or constructive criticism what I could do better <3

likes comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

[jasonshousewife]

Help me, I have had an idea running through my head all week, it is truly a necessity, and he is nothing more and nothing less than a vampire hunter Jason and a vampire reader, I have no idea how the plot would go, there is just a dialogue that constantly runs through my head and doesn't let me sleep.

"You're going to suck more than just my blood." HAHDJAHSJSKNFNDKFJ 😻😻😻

HJDGEKLEHS NALI IM DEAD THE LAST LINE.... YOU'RE COOKING!!!

i've been keeping this in draft for so long... I was so busy last week + mental issues kicked in lol Sorry it took so long!!

Warning: including sexual content, pnv sex

i don't really know much about vampires and vampire hunters au but please tell me them being enemies with benefits is possible cause why not??

The very first time was a mistake. Everything was hazy and adrenaline was still running wild through his veins. He pinned you against the wall and without thinking, his rough lips crushing on your soft lips. The blood red pupils of yours, and those plump limps- he couldn't help it. You both don't remember much about that night but you remember the first kiss and the taste of blood lingering on his lips. The taste of blood, the anger, the excitement. There was nothing gentle about the night, all rough and want and trying to take from each other.

And then it became a thing after that. No matter how the night starts, it all ends up with him inside you, fucking you rough. His hand in your hair pulling your head back while you're bent over for him. He knows he shouldn't do this, but fuck it this feels so good and so right. He loves the little whines you make everytime he thrusts his hips deep inside you.

It's the same on your side, you know you shouldn't but you don't want this to ever stop. And everytime you unintentionally claw him you draw a blood... you have to swallow down your thirst. If only he wasn't pinning you down and making you cum so hard.

It's just sex, no feelings included. You try to remind yourself. But it's not your fault he feels so good- he tastes your skin so deliciously, you wonder how he'd look if you're the one drinking him. Whenever he's above you with that nasty grin, incoherent babbles you hear when he cums, oh god the things he do to your stomach.

But it's not so later that you started to crave for him. Just watching him felxing his ripped muscles makes your stomach flip even when you should not. Seeing his body so thick, the scars you left on his skin so pretty, you couldn't help it. You needed him inside you, and you needed to drink in his blood. You wanted to know how he tasted.

And he seem to notice that at one point as well. He started to tease you the way he never did, enjoying every little reaction he can pull out of you.

"Do you want this?" He whispers in a gruff voice, his calloused hand holding on your waist.

"Do you want to cum for me? hmm?"

He does again, slapping your hip this time and making you moan. You nod fiercely, trying to make him keep going.

"Good fuckin' girl..."

He mutters out, breathing heavily. He begins to thrust in and out again, quickening his pace as he felt himself getting closer as well. But he can't stop it- not when you're so tight for him. He continues until he hears you mewling and feels your cunt pulsing around his cock. He stays inside you for few moments before pulling away. He makes a crooked smile as he pulls you up from bed so he could hold you in his arms by your thighs.

"I think you can take some more, can't ya?"

He whisper into your ear, stroking his cock before adjusting himself again.

"No, t'much-" You whine as you're still shaking from the orgasm. But his smile still stays the same.

"Yes you can... I'll even let you sunk those fangs in my neck later..."

He says in an almost sarcastic tone, pressing pecks on your cheek. And you feel chills going up your spine as he whispers those words. He slowly pushes himself in, moaning at the warmth of your hole and how it's squeezing him so tightly.

"Just like that..." He whispers sweetly and his grip on your hips tightened. He lets out a sigh, feeling like he's gonna cum right there and then.

"You're going to suck more than just my blood tonight."

okay sorry there is no plot just smut😭

but can you blame me i'm just horny after being so stressed for the last week!! thank you so much for the good quality content (any sexy jason content is a good quality content you can't change my mind) Nali <3

[missmyluv]

vampire ! reader ⎛⎝( ` ᢍ ´ )⎠⎞

synopsis : miguel, hobie, n miles w/ their vampire lover (hc)

cw : cussin

> angel ; i had to make this because elvira is so fkn fine 😭 i know she isn’t one but IMAGINEE .. i’m definitely adding pav n gwen later on !

not proofread :3

✩ miguel o'hara

despite being literally the same, you're more active than him.

when he’s off in his office rotting, you’re on his shoulder in your bat form, LYLA patting your head, scratching underneath your neck, or occasionally flying around miguel's head w/ you !!

you jokingly say shit like "i'd never want miguel's blood because he never eats." or "his blood is probably all dust!"

but when he "jokingly," states you can "drink some" you're absolutely flabbergasted n ur pupils fkn dilate at how.. rich it tastes.

he'd have a sly smirk on his face when he sees your reaction that he hides from you, holding back a groan - you say "it tasted better than i thought," you almost sucked his neck dry.

when he overworks himself, you hypnotize him to his world in your house to rest. he hates when you do it but it's for his own good you say.

✩ hobie brown

he'll absolutely let you munch off of the fascists he's fighting, but not more than five. he doesn't want some fuck ass cop tryin' to burn a vampire.

although you hate it, you want to kiss his big lips so bad, they’re dying to be kissed. but you can't. because of his stupid silver piercings. you jus' kiss his cheek and his forehead from time to time.

takes his piercings out jus' for you so you can share a kiss, not even a kiss at times- a full makeout sesh.

you literally have to stay three feet away from him because of how much silver he wears— his rings, piercings, pins, even his fkn guitar.

on days where he’s not spiderman, you massage his scalp with your freakishly long nails humming a tune but accidentally putting him to sleep.

✩ miles morales

he was very, very, scared of you at first.

but he got used to you, he realized you guys were almost exactly alike. except you had uncontrollable blood tendencies, inhumane strength, faster stamina.. the list could go on.

he loves your fangs. he’ll nervously ask to see them at the most random times. jokingly saying “you could bite me anytime.” you in fact could not. he was unbelievably nervous.

when he’s at school, you’ll camp out in his bag in bat-form or rest at his dorm messing w/ ganke.

when you’re draining of no blood, he’ll feel bad and find a.. really bad guy for you to feed off of. he'd be staring in utter horror as you literally fill yourself to your pleasure.

✩ pavitr prabhakar

he jokes n says "don't bite me when you're hungry!" with a chuckle, a very nervous one.

you pulled a silly prank on him once, acting like you didn't have a full body to feast on the previous night — your hands gripped his shoulders in desperation your sclera burning a blazing red. "pav, i need your blood." you made sure your fangs were out.

you could tell he hesitated because before he thought of a response, his mouth opened but only a mere squeak from the back of his throat you could've swore his soul left his body.

he adores you though, taking time to look up vampire facts to make sure you don’t accidentally die on him.

[plasmas-arcade]

I Know What You Are - RP Oneshot

Collaboration with @over-usedlittlespoon

Summary: Bucky discovers Tony is a vampire.

Themes/Tags/Warnings: Winteriron, Vampire!Tony, medical blood eating, fluff

Word Count: 623

Tony has done pretty well keeping his secret hidden. It's easier when you have the money to buy fresh blood, and he keeps it in a locked refrigerator in his lab. No one has to know.

Bucky catches Tony right before his daily feeding, the two working together on a project in his lab. Bucky slices his arm open on a sharp piece of metal, starting to bleed onto the floor. "Tony, can you get my stitch-kit? It's in my bag." It's a decently deep cut.

Tony's eyes go wide, his pupils huge. "Y-Yeah." He almost falls out of his chair, his eyes locked on Bucky's wound. He tries to feel around for the kit, licking his lips. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

Tony brings the kit over, his hands shaking. He grabs Bucky's arm, breathing hard.

Bucky looks at Tony's face. "Woah, man. It's just a cut. No need to get your big boy panties in a twist." He takes the kit, opening it with his teeth.

Tony blinks, letting go of Bucky's arm. "Right." He looks at the blood he got on his fingers, and before he can stop himself he's tasting it, sticking his fingers in his mouth.

Bucky watches Tony, looking confused. "...You can talk to me, y'know. I know you're hiding something." He starts to stitch up the wound, getting even more blood everywhere.

Tony feels his fangs starting to protrude, and he covers his mouth with his hand. "What? No! I'm not hiding anything..." He can't stop staring at the blood, on the verge of grabbing Bucky right there and drinking from his arm.

"After you just sucked my blood off your fingers, I don't think you get to say nothing is the matter." Bucky points out, continuing to stitch.

Tony scrambles over to his Secret Fridge, shakily punching in the code. He snatches out a bag of blood, tearing it open with his teeth. He starts to drink, finally relaxing as he does.

Shit.

"You can't tell anybody." He gasps between gulps, blood running down his chin.

Bucky ties off the stitch, heading over to Tony. "I won't. I promise. But... is that human blood?"

Tony shies away from Bucky, looking... ashamed. He never looks that way. "... yes. That's why you can't tell anyone."

Bucky softens a little. "How are you getting it?"

Tony looks at the floor. "I buy it. It's rejected blood from the Red Cross. I have a guy that hooks me up. It's all ethical, I don't take it from people who need it, okay?"

Bucky chuckles. "Then it's fine by me. If it's already gonna get chucked." He finds a rag, cleaning up all of his blood to try and make things more bearable for Tony.

Tony relaxes a bit, leaning back against his fridge. "... is it weird if I say your blood tastes incredible?"

Bucky blinks, chuckling, before he tosses the rag out in the trash. "Maybe. Just a little bit."

Tony chuckles too. "As long as it's only a little weird." He sighs. "Steve doesn't even know. Or Peter. Or anybody, really."

Bucky nods. "If... If you want I can give you a little of my blood sometimes." He looks shy, clearly thinking of Tony as more then just a friend. "I certainly produce it quickly.

Tony perks up at that. "Really?" He slides over to Bucky, getting close to him and placing a hand on his waist. "I would love that." He purrs.

Bucky rolls his eyes at Tony. "Don't get too cocky."

Tony pouts. "I'm not! I'm just excited." He leans his head on Bucky's shoulder, giving him his best innocent eyes.

Bucky kisses Tony's cheek, before packing back up his bag and heading out.

"See yah, Tones."

[r0-boat]

*slams fists on table* I MADE IT!!!!! And I’m being basic!!! Thoughts on vampire submas?????

One steaming hot plate of headcannons

Here we go

Vampire Submas

Sfw but slightly suggestive

Vampires don't actually need sleep the twins can go days without sleeping, why do you think Gear Station is always open? Although sleep is a relaxing past time they don't need it.

The twins would probably have to hide in regular Society since there is a negative stigma against vampires.

Elesa it's the only one that knows bring a half vampire.

That's until when you came along, your so sweet to them when you smell so good and aah. Suddenly their urges are harder to control.

They can't help but fall more and more in love even though the feelings inside scare them knowing that you could be just like everybody else and be disgusted at who they are.

Their unbeating heart skipping a beat when you laugh at their terrible jokes or Goofy antics but they fear that wants you know you'll never see them again.

They're oblivious but they're not stupid. They know you have feelings for them too. They can hear your heart beat faster when you go near them, the way you give them a longing gaze and a soft smile. You cute cheeks Flushing when you see them and you even tried to shy away once you noticed you have their full attention.

Ingo

Has sworn never to bite or sink his teeth into a person. His whole life is lived off of blood bags while it quells his thirst. It doesn't satisfy his instincts. His instincts to hunt

His urges only get stronger and stronger, not that he minds. Ingo always had good self-control... until you walked right past him... Yes... that's all it took. The sweet scent of your blood was something he'd never smelled before. So lovely, so captivating, his knees grew weak as he fell into the floor. Worried, you tried to help him up and go quickly declined, picking himself up, his face turning red, afraid that he might pounce on you so much as brush against him.

His inner Instinct stir within him. A beast that laid dormant for all these years, finally threatening to break free.

His once pure clean mine now running rampant with thoughts of ravaging you and tasting your blood for the first time, drinking you till you can't move. While his hands roam your body.

A black scaly demon on his shoulders piercing red eyes beckoning him to taste you. Taste his first fill of fresh human blood.

He's not sure how long he can fight back.

He could never do that to you. He could never press you against the wall giving you no chance of escape before going in and biting hard into your skin; he could never sink his face into your shoulder as a way of marking you and feeding himself.

The fears of you pushing away from him and disappearing from him haunts his nightmares.

Emmet

Emmet always stays true to himself. He wants to finally find someone he can be open too. No more hiding who he is.

However, it's not like he can blame them. Vampires are creatures of the night and, in a way, prey on humans.

He tries to live off blood bags however it's not the same something straight from their prey. If humans don't care about him, why should he care about their comfort?

Mostly only drinks the blood of rule Breakers.( they'll never break a single rule in the subway again)

Emmet wants to let the secret out to you as soon as possible. He wants you to love him, all of him, blood-sucking fangs and all.

Emmet finds humans cute they're small and weak, like a feisty little kitten.

Emmet feels sort of possessive over you. He's unsure if that's the vampire inside him yelling at him to hold you close in case something steals his meal/mate from him.

Sure, he does has his own urges; he tries to stifle a whimper every time he feels your heartbeat, your sweet blood underneath this thin layer of skin. But he admits he is not as bad as Ingo.

In the end he just wants what's best for him and his brother. He'll treasure and protect you like his family because you are!

----

To a surprise and no one besides the twins you end up accepting then being vampires in fact you seem to really enjoy that idea.

Ingo Beyond flushed his breath shaking when you ask him to take a drink from you. He tries to hold back when his teeth pierced your skin but he falls apart quickly. Moaning against your shoulder growling "mine"in other words you can't quite hear

Emmet is ecstatic immediately coming in to hug and kiss you. He doesn't have to hide from the people he loves anymore. He doesn't have to pretend.

You feel his tongue in your mouth, his face against your lips. The warmth breaks it for a second just to ask, "Wanna taste you, please? Just one sip?" Maybe Emmet had some ulterior motives after all; he still loves you, though, with all his heart.

In fact, Ingo finally tastes you for the first time, his eyes rolling back; he grabs you firmly and holds you in place. It took everything in him to pull away before he got to Ravenous. It's not enough. He needs more, and not just your blood

If the twins smell your blood from anywhere they are immediately on alert what if you hurt yourself? What if someone is hurting you?!

The twins taking no mercy to other vampires or people if they harm you. They swear if they break one little hair on your head, you'll be their next meal.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Now you've got me thinking of vampire!Shig/Dabi. How Dabi cries blood and how Shig likes seeing him cry (for sexy fun reasons, obviously) 👀🫢 ooohhh, Tanco, you've given me a brain worm!!

Pairing: Shigadabi

Contents: BDSM, Dacryphilia, Vamipre!Shigaraki, Restraints, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Blood Play, Multiple Orgasms, Possessiveness, Orgasm Denial/Delay

He does not bite the people he fucks. 

It's a common feeding tactic. Vampire venom is great for stripping back inhibitions, it makes the food source feel euphoric, a high enough dose can make them black out, and if they survive, it leaves them feeling essentially hung over. Lots of his kind like to cruse bars for people who are already a little drunk, using the intoxication to their advantage, as if they need any more. He doesn't eat the people he fucks. It's not some moral high ground. Taking blood without consent is still probably less bad than killing someone outright which is his usual method of feeding. And the thing is, there are plenty of people who want to be 'sucked and fucked' as it's been called in crasser circles. 

But with his quirk and his vampirism, both serving to make him so dangerous, Tomura doesn't fuck anyone who is high, drunk, or pumped full of his venom. It's just too dangerous. Could bite his partners after they're finished, but he never does. Puts him off his appetite once their bodies are ripe with the smell of cooling sweat, cum, and tears, when their blood is cooling so apparently inside of their veins. He's never even been tempted. 

And then he started fucking Dabi.

The first time they had ended up in bed together, it wasn't actually a bed. Had been arguing about a job, Dabi always feeling very secure in arguing with him because even though Tomura is fast, he's also extremely flammable. Dabi was always sure he could kill him if it came down to it, and he wore that surety in the form of arrogance and insubordination. So they had been fighting, and he had gotten into the arsonist's face, had moved with his unnatural speed to snarl at him, fangs bared because that was just how riled Dabi can make him. And instead of smelling smug, or afraid, or angry, he had smelled aroused, and the next thing he knew he had the other man on top of the table, Dabi's hands tangled into his hair and pulling him into a rough kiss. Had fucked him hard and absolutely ruined the blueprints they'd been arguing over in the first place. And he had nearly sunk his teeth into Dabi's throat while he was buried to the hilt in his too-hot, too-perfect body. 

Restrained himself the first time, and the second time, and the third time, when Dabi had actually let him take him to bed instead of whatever vaguely private improvised surface they could find, he'd mumbled, while he was still laying boneless and fucked out in his bed, "Fine with you biting me, Duster." 

And he'd grit his teeth and done his best to keep hold of his already fraying control. "I don't bite people I sleep with." 

"Really? Every other Fang I've slept with asked, or didn't and got ashed, but whatever." Tomura isn't sure what to do with the anger that kindles in his chest. A possessive, instinctive rage that his arsonist has ever felt the sting of someone else's fangs. Really not helping with the desire to bite him, to give him a drop of his blood in turn so that no other vampire will come near him without knowing he's off-limits. 

"I don't." Had been all he'd managed before Dabi dropped the topic with a shrug. 

But that doesn't mean that every time he has the arsonist in bed he's not half distracted trying to keep his fangs to himself. It's probably a good thing that Dabi's neck and wrists are so heavily scarred because if he had to watch the way his pulse raced along with the heady smell of his blood in his nose and the loud frantic beating of his heart, Tomura would have lost it a long time ago. Feels his control slipping whenever he has Dabi in his bed, so he proposes a change to their relationship. Switched from being his boss who he hatefucks sometimes, into being his Dom. Introduced more rules into their bedroom play and thought that would help him keep his head on straight. Would make him curb his hunger. But every time he's with Dabi it just seems to grow. 

"Tomura," Dabi's voice always gets so breathless and whiny when he has the other man like this, the attitude melting away the second he takes complete control of his sub. That alone could get him drunk on the other man's presence. 

"How many times did you talk back to me during the meeting?" A meeting observed by his teacher at that. Is supposed to be proving himself as a worthy successor, and Dabi had put that in jeopardy. More than earned a punishment and knew that he would get one, but kept it up anyway. Been so bratty since they started planning this job. Thinks that means his firefly is nervous. Doesn't blame him for that, not really, not when the last time the League had gone up against UA they'd lost nearly everyone they brought in for the job. But Dabi is more insane than him if he doesn't think that he'll tear down everything in his way to-- the obsessive thoughts come unbidden and unwanted. He pushes them aside. Clicks the bullet one setting higher to hear Dabi keen and see him arch against his bonds. The point is Dabi knew he was misbehaving when he did it. Had still readily come to his room. Which means he knew he would be in for a punishment when he did. 

"Please, sir," The words tremble, but not nearly as badly as Dabi is. Stripped and bound on his bed, legs held wide with a spreader between them, and his cock hard and flushed, silicone cock ring keeping him that way as Tomura runs the bullet vibrator along his length. Between his piercings, just underneath his head, presses it to his slit and watches one desperate drop of pre manage to slip out and bead there. 

"Four." He answers for him. "Four times, brat. So that's how many times I'm going to fuck you before you get to cum." He doesn't think that's possible. Thinks Dabi will pass out or his erection will go from pleasurable to dangerous if he actually makes the human hold out for that long against his supernatural stamina, but Dabi has a safeword for when he needs human concessions in their play. He'll last two, probably, and then Tomura will save the next two for the next time he has the arsonist in bed. Then again, brings the vibrator back down along his piercings as the fingers opening up his needy boy press and rub against his prostate. Dabi strains against his bonds, a dry sob choked out of his throat as he moans. Fuck, he looks pretty when he's desperate. He supposes if Dabi begs after one then he'll possibly get to torture him three times, maybe four if he's feeling particularly mean. 

He's definitely feeling mean when he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. His firefly doesn't love anything as much as he loves being stuffed full, and Tomura loves the way his body is so much hotter around him than anyone else has ever been. loves the way his tight walls always cling so greedily to him. Dabi's smoking after just a few thrusts which means all his efforts to work him up are certainly paying off. Brings everything even higher for him as he makes sure to angle his cock to hit his prostate and brings the toy back to his ladder. The metal piercing the skin there has already made him so sensitive, the added sensation has him clenching like a vice around his cock, and his back arching off of the bed. It will be a miracle if he manages not to safeword before Tomura's even reached his first orgasm at this rate. 

"You're not going to make it to four, are you, baby? Too needy. I'm going to have to carry over your punishment then." Definitely the possessive thing in him that says, "I should lock your cock up so that you can't touch yourself until you've finished being punished. Make you wear it all the time. I wonder if it would be visible through those tight pants, probably would be. That would mean everyone would know that you're mine." Shit, knows those words were made too much of his instincts, pivots, "That you misbehaved and now you don't get to play with your needy cock until I say so." 

"Tomura, Tomura, Tomura--" gasping on every thrust. He can hear every hitch in his breathing, the rapid beating of his heart, can smell his sweat, and arousal, and blood. He is getting lost in Dabi, because he always gets lost in him when they fuck. His own arousal is at odds with his hunger, as both slowly build. He should have drained a blood bag before snaring the arsonist, because his thirst is getting to him. Is making it smell like Dabi is about to bleed, but he's being careful. Keeping his strength at bay. No reason for Dabi to be bleeding--

It would have been hard to control himself at the first broken sob out of Dabi's throat if it were tears running over his cheeks. It is impossible to do when Dabi breaks and there is blood pouring from his eyes instead. Can't even focus long enough to wonder if that's bad. Because humans don't typically cry blood unless there's something very, very wrong, because his hunger absolutely overwhelms him. His human, already so pretty, even prettier with tears on his cheeks, and those are blood. Can indulge in him without infecting him with his venom. 

He might lose his mind a bit. Leans down and drags his tongue over Dabi's cheek, and they both moan loudly. Dabi's blood is a contradiction. It's hot against his tongue but it tastes like snow, and ash, and molten metal. It's rich with the flavor of his desperation, his pleasure, and he immediately knows he shouldn't have had one taste, because he wants so much more. He wants to sink his teeth into his throat and drink so deeply that Dabi will have to take a pull off his veins to survive, so he will be smelling like him for weeks. Barely notices how hard he's fucking the other man, how he's been holding the bullet against his ladder, is too busy indulging in everything he shouldn't have. Just wants to get more bloody tears slipping over his cheeks. 

"Ah, ah, ah-- Tomura, I-- I can't," he sobs fresh and he immediately licks away the fresh drops of blood. "Tomura, gray, please, please--"

He barely pays attention, reaching down to undo his ring. Only takes another few thrusts before Dabi's cum is splashing hotly against their skin. Tomura doesn't stop. Fucks him straight through the overstimulation so that Dabi is sobbing constantly, even when he does eventually manage to get hard again. To stripe their stomachs with a little more cum. Is planning on taking him through to a third, will keep going so long as those delicious, pretty tears keep falling, but his firefly is shaking his head, his voice shaking too,

"Yellow, please, Tomura, please," means he wants him to slow down. Wants him to finish, will hold out for that, but otherwise wants to be close to stopping. Too bad. Something treacherous in him knows if he just gives him a nip, maybe against his swollen lips, that his venom will take away his reluctance. Will make him pliant and eager, will make him push his body far further than would be comfortable. That a drop of his venom will make Dabi's body last until he decides he's done with him. But even through the haze of his arousal and blood, Tomura knows better. Focuses on his thrusts, easing off of his prostate, putting the bullet aside, and with the heavy satisfaction of fresh blood in his stomach, the feeling of Dabi's spent body still trembling and clenching tight around him, and the sight of him, strung-out, bloody smears on his cheeks, and pretty blue eyes so hazy, it doesn't take long for him to finish. Orgasming has always been better since he turned, but he's never finished immediately after feeding, and the blood makes everything so much better. Makes the pleasure feel like it sinks so much deeper, like it might have restarted his heart for a split second as warmth that is no longer his surges through his body. Focuses beyond the wonderful sensations tingling across his nerves to listen for Dabi's little gut-punched sound he always makes whenever he fills him up with his cum, like no matter how many times they do this, it's still a surprise that his release is as cool as the rest of his body.

It takes them both a while to come down from everything, and when Tomura pulls out, he delights in watching how Dabi trembles and shivers as his cum leaks out of his flushed, puffy hole. Dabi stays slumped against the mattress as Tomura takes in the handprints that are bruised around his hips, the pricks of where his nails sunk in, and he feels a pang of remorse. He's normally so good about controlling his strength, but clearly he'd slipped while he was in the haze of his lust-- both types of it. If they're already nearly the same color as Dabi's scars then they're going to be especially painful when his firefly comes all the way down from his high. Tomura dips his head down to press a kiss against one of the marks and Dabi hisses softly. 

"Sorry, I'll go get you an icepack." 

Dabi makes a non-committal sound, tangles a hand in his hair instead and tugs lightly. Couldn't move him if he wanted, but he indulges the human, shifting back up his body to give him a kiss, the other man's blood still behind his teeth. "Can't you just give me a little of yours?" 

The wave of possessive heat that goes through him makes his fangs drop before he can stop it, and Dabi lets out a breathless laugh. Always delights in making him lose control even the smallest bit. "Dabi," 

"Come on, not like I'm fucking any other fangs right now," the thought has a snarl building in his chest. "Besides you got a taste, you're all about reciprocity." 

"...Are you sure?"

"Come on Duster, make me yours," there's a teasing little lilt in his voice. Like he doesn't believe or understand just how badly Tomura wants that. "Besides, I have more punishments. Won't this help me keep up?" 

He doesn't even care about that at the moment, too lost in the thought of having his claim inside of Dabi's skin. "Alright," And Dabi actually looks surprised, but his smell is delighted and a little smug. Tomura sinks his fangs into his lip before pressing back in for another kiss, letting the taste of their blood mingle on their tongues. 

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Roswell Conspiracies: Aliens, Myths and Legends

Well I'm back to expound on my new little hyperfixation. Tubi has plenty of nostalgia era progreams from 80s and 90s so after going through Where on Earth is Carmen Sandiego and Sherlock Holmes in 22nd Century, I stumbled upon this and if you're a fan of Gargoyles. I think you'd appreciate this show. Hell, the showrunner of Gargoyles actually wrote a series bible for this one. It didn't get used but still the themes of fantasy blending with scifi, discrimination and tolerance are present in this one in plenty of spades. Plus conspiracies lots of conspiracies.

The basic premise that there is a secret sector of the government called The Alliance. It basically operates with the gov. knowlegede but does its own thing. Its main mission is to find the aliens roaming around Earth and imprison, exterminate or use them as partners in the world wide fight against invasion forces.

Basically aliens exist and these aliens are the basis of famous myths like vampires, banshees, yetis etc. There not magical creatures but aliens who settled here long ago.

Anyway, main character is Nick Logan, a bounty hunter who accidentally arrests a lycanthrope. From there, the battle unearths long locked memory that his father was abducted by aliens. General Rinaker (leader of the Alliance) is concerned about this loose cannon getting too involved in their affairs decides to control him by recruiting him to their team.

Of course, Nick doesn't play by the Alliance's rules like 90% of the time, deviating when he sees the Alliance wrongfully imprisoning or targeting aliens who don't want to hurt anyone. Nick begins to believe that the Alliance is less the nuetral evil it presents itself to be and wants to create a better world where aliens can coexist.

Nick's partner is Sha'lainn Blaze. A banshee teenager who gets exiled from her clan. I use teenager loosely as its implied she's around 200 years old. She believed that they should stop isolating themselves and try working with humans. That was basically traiterous and they shut her out and tried to kill her, driving her to the arms of the Alliance. Since she's young, she's the most idealistic and compassionate though she has a few cheeky jokes in her too.

There are more characters but I should get to the main alien races.

Banshees are like nature witches, not only predicting a person's death but have a connection to Earth, able to suck energy from their surroundings to form energy beams, rock slides etc. Their main enemies are technology (Sha'lain is a bit more tolerant as she was in favor of steam engines. Yeah she's old) and iron and vampires.

Cuz in this world vampires are not the suave, bat changing creatures. Instead they are serpentine, fanged, winged and incredibly creepy. See above. Not only do they suck blood but they suck electricity, energy and technology. They're just parasites and are hated enemies of the banshee with the whole naure vs tech.

The other main alien group are lycanthropes who are like hulking, two legged wolves with bits of technology embedded into their skeletons. Seriously a cool blend of science and classic monsters. They like to enslaves the yeti race and the human race and. . . yeah, they want to enslave others.

As you can tell, lots of the aliens don't like each other. This even includes yetis who have sasquatches cousins that they treat as uneducated labor. All these inner divides (much like humans with their racism, sexism, etc) further encourage hate and division when they could be joined to fight bigger problems. This is a reoccuring theme.

These are the main ones that pop up but there are plenty of others like golemns, the Norse gods Loki and Odin pop up as well as Titanoi with the lost city of Atlantos (apparently based on Satorini) Japanese omni, Chiruac kalinches, pans, vodun and others around the world that the writers utilize with their own twists on the source material to make dynamic fights and body horror moments.

Now to the other characters. The beta team of Fitz and Nema aka my favorite characters. While Nick and Sha'lain often go out to recruit or eliminate aliens. Nema and Fitz are the ones that go out to the scenes of UFo landings or alien destruction and create plausible excuses (Gas leak, military planes etc.) or new conspiracy theories for people to grab onto like "No, there aren't werewolves. That was actually the government's secret prisonor mutation experiment gone wrong. Don't tell anyone." The suspiciously specific denial allows the Alliance to keep their facade wile everyone chases the wrong lead.

Fitz is ex-CIA and should be an actor if he ever quits the Alliance as he clearly enjoys hamming it up with costumes and accents. Always there for witty one-liners or improvised manipulation of facts. Nema is more straight-laced, coming from work as weapons expert in Cairo military. She's the deadpan snarker to Fitz. Obviously, they get together, and obviously they're adorable. While they seem like loyal Alliance operatives, unquestioning of their orders and believing the Alliance is protecting the planet, their friendship with Nick and Sha'lainn makes them reconsider.

General Rinaker is the head of the Alliance and like any military man believes the cause of war allows for collateral damages and other unpalatable actions like pointing missiles at alien refuge centers and separating aliens (yes, it sounds timely but this was made in 1999 so more things change more things stay the same). While he's a tough guy, you believe that he is doing what he thinks is best but its clear that his rigidness won't allow him to see a new better type of Alliance.

Jefferson Trueblood is General Rinaker's second in command and like the others is primarily loyal until Nick points out how the Alliance is growing increasingly distant from its original goals to a facist organization (literally fascist organization. I didn't think those words were allowed in cartoon tbh). He doesn't get as much spotlight but he does have his own episode leading to surpremely moving scenes in the finale.

So yeah, those are the main characters but there's plenty more like Nick's rival (in his own mind), Agent Keung Ling, the Vodun spirits, Ruck who's leader of lycanthropes and his son, Athos, Ty-Yet (a yeti operative) and others that all get their day in the sun.

And all these episodes move forward the idea that hate is a circular threat, that what you use to divide people or in this case, aliens prevent peace and ahem alliances for a better future. Not just among humans and aliens but prejudice between the aliens, the continual fear of refugees trying to protect their families, etc. All the aliens may do some criminal acts, or horrifying in some cases but the show gives space to show their reasoning.

Like the vodun, they are alien slugs who lost their world and can only survive by inhibitating human bodies, killing the person's mind so they can control the body. It's bad but you understand why, they want to live. General Rinaker is a human example of he seems like a bad guy but you get why he does the unethical (by our standards) things he does. Basically, everyone is flawed and everyone exist in shades of grey on this show.

Which the show can get dark showing suicides (like literally. No heroic last minute rescue, the guy just died), bodies being ripped apart, bodies being drained, all the body horror stuff, I was impressed. Sometimes the good guys aka our heroes make the wrong decision and have to deal with the lasting consequences of "just following military orders." The final episodes have several make heroic sacrifices for the end of the world.

But it's also fun with some excellent episodes like a perfect Superman parody with alternating color schemes, alliterative names and big ol twist. A heist episode in Area 51. Trippy psychic battles. Invasion of the body snatchers, of course. B-horror movie with gigantic mutated ants. Plus three different two parters.

And. . . and there's two major conspiracies. One is what the hell happened to Nick Logan's dad. The other. . . well that's just spoilers. I got spoiled because I read it on wiki before I watched the show but it did make me appreciate how they steadily seeded the points of the conspiracy and forshadowed it. All while hiding another conspiracy in the conspiracy. Yeah, it's a double whammy!

So, okay I spent a lot of time on how I enjoyed it. But of course it has its flaws. The animation is not as good as one would be used to in the present day. Very broad lines and unrealistic body shapes (mainly on males which is different from the norm), sometimes some scenes seemed reused. Also its coming off from the 90s so they're several scenes with raves. I find them cheesy. I still don't get the obsession of 90s and raves.

Although almost everyone gets a day in the spotlight and there is continuity, there isn't much depth. Not much on backstories or tragedies etc. Its definately a plot driven show more than character driven though there are good characters in there.

And while they seemed to have a big enough budget that they got voice actors for every role instead of doubling them up (looking at you Legend of the Dragon), some lines are cliche, tropy, you get the idea. This is particularly a fault with Sha'lainn as she cries out "Nick" like twice in every episode. I think they're recycling it so there's dialogue and it isn't just gun blasters.

Honestly, I feel bad for Sha'lainn as she sometimes gets Jean Grey syndrome, getting drained of her powers or getting knocked out often in fights. I mean, she's part of the Alliance now, can someone give her combat training? However, when she does get her badass time to shine, she gets her badass time to shine so she's not always helpless.

Nick's mission to find his father can get repetitive and annoying but he's supposed to be annoying everyone within the show too so I forgive it. Unfortunately it hampers his relationship with Sha'lainn. They get together, it should be no surprised but I feel like there isn't enough recipocation on Nick's end considering the number of times he leaves her in the lurch to chase a new lead. I get that stubborness and persistance in his mission is supposed to be the point, that he's too distracted to do anything else but I feel bad for the girl.

However, the show is cool in that it lets them get together early on. Not that you'd notice it much as I suppose too much kissing would turn off the kiddies or whatever but it's refreshing too. You know, they're together but they're not hampered by romantic drama, no jealousies or cheating or whatever. Same with Nema and Fitz.

Plus in Nick's search for his real father, he never forgets his fake father, Walter and continually accepts him as just as much of a father as his original, raising him since he was three. I just liked that message that even though they aren't blood, Nick doesn't just disregard their relationship.

If only, they had the same consideration for his mom. I mean the woman is there in flashback and is mentioned like once in the finale as having passed and being a strong woman. I'm just curious. How did she end up knowing two men who were connected to the Alliance? Was she connected to the Alliance? Did she have suspicions about her husband or did she pretend not to to keep Nick safe? Nothing! But that's just my nitpick.

Also can I just point out the diversity among the Alliance. There's a Chiruac native, African-Americans, Eastern European, Chinese, Egyptian. Today, people would call it woke but back then no one had a problem. Same with the gender parity. One, I forgot her name was third in line of command. No one bat an eye or made jokes about a woman being in charged or that it was pandering. They just showed them and let things get done. Like Gargoyles.

And yeah, I'll stop there. I enjoyed the show and if you like Gargoyles, I think you can get into this one. As long as you lower your expectations too because Gargoyles is amazing. This is like Gargoyles with less budget and less depth. The potential is there but its underratedness keeps it from reaching to the heights.

Which reminds me that even though it's on Tubi, it's not in order. The first 16 episodes are in order. But after that you have to check wiki because its out of order and you miss the continuity. It's most eregious with the final 6 episodes where the preceding four steadily build to the two part finale and need to be watched in order to appreciate. I mean, it's supposed to be chronological for a reason.

Supposedly some other company tried to reboot it as a comic in 2021 but I haven't seen anything so I must assume its been cancelled. Too bad, I wouldn't have mind it returning to get some rightful love and more depth.