#bram x you

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hii can I request teaching Bram how to ride you after he just got his body back after so many centuries?

Heyyy, Ofc you can! I love riding sm- also sorry for taking so long (also I kinda made it romantic for no reason sorry)😭

Dom!reader x sub!bram

Warning: the beginning is fluff only - aka romance (kinda meh I’m sorry), nsfw under the cut, pegging (I use dick), riding, fingering, praise kink, soulmates (?)

It was like a miracle that you found him, as if destiny desperately wanted to play a prank.

You were going on a walk, aimlessly wandering around with no special purpose. Life has been treating you well, though you have been feeling an unexplainable yearning for a long time now. As if a part of you was missing, something very dear and important to you, enough to leave you with a sense of emptiness. Every single day you’ve been doing this, walking along the shore of Yokohama. It was almost laughable how much you trusted your guts, on some days you’d feel pretty pathetic because of it but you’d still do it anyway.

Not even you could explain why, you only followed instincts.

That was until today, until this moment where you finally understood what your purpose in life was. There he was, standing amidst the sand in front of the setting sun. The vibrant colours of the dusk blending into a skilfully created masterpiece. The horizon was hanging low, making it possible to see far into the distance. A black shadow stood out, all alone, quietly, gazing into the far ocean while the waves splashed against the beach.

It wasn’t rare for people to take a stroll around here, especially during such a cinematic time and period. Though never have you ever been so mesmerised by such encounters. Something about that person was different, once again your guts told you so. When you got closer to the figure, you noticed his long silver hair fluttering in the breeze, along with his coat. You were still contemplating on how to approach him, when to your dismay the person turned around and looked you straight into the eyes. For a moment, it was as if your soul escaped your body.

As if your heart stopped beating, your lungs failed to function, the shock and uniqueness of this meeting causing you to hold your breath. He was just so beautiful.

With newfound determination, you walked up to him and introduced yourself, apologising for being sudden. His eyes were a wine red, a bright yet most elegant shade of crimson you’ve ever seen. The expression he wore was nothing special, even so it still touched your heart like nothing words alone could describe. It was weird, you didn’t believe in love at first sight, but maybe he was worth believing in. When he heard your name, his eyes widened and his pupils shook, lips slightly parted as if to showcase his sharp fangs. “You..” That person began, then stopped themselves. He bawled his hands into fists while his cheeks reddened. You noticed how his breathing became ragged, and you were almost worried about him before he continued with, “I’m glad to see you are back.”

“I see you really don’t remember.. well, my name is Bram, Bram Stoker.” It would be an understatement to say you weren’t surprised by his words. On one hand his name seemed so familiar, it gave you Deja vu, yet on the other hand you couldn’t remember. Apparently this man was a vampire, who only recently reclaimed his human body. A vampire who lived hundreds of years, who was your fated lover in a previous century. This was hard to believe, even for someone like him who was mystical in every way possible. To think his mortal lover would get reincarnated and meet him in another life time, waiting for him to return like this.

As soon as you met him, learned his name, the hole inside your heart vanished. Dissipating like the fog on a dreamy morning. Destiny was truly unpredictable, it brought forth surprises no one could be prepared for. This made you curious, also a little awkward. He was your lover in another life, would it be appropriate to repeat the same process in this one as well? And, you wanted to know how your previous self was like. The two of you sat down on a bench in a park near the strand, facing the warm blanket that covered the sky while it slowly sank into cold tones. He told you storied from the good ol’ times, answered your every question with patience as he looked at you with the same yearning he described to have had decades ago.

What was there not to love about him? It seems like the previous you adored him for the exact same reasons. When the question of intimacy popped up, it appeared to make the male to falter. He took a moment to remember the times you two would do the deed, and his face immediately flushed red. That only made you even more curious, what did you do to make him all flustered like this? At first he was reluctant to tell you, due to his own embarrassment, then he remembered how you and his other love are basically the same person. In the end, he succumbed to your stubbornness to know.

“You’d do… well, this and that.. and make me, er, do that and what not..” Great. You understood everything. “Moving on, if we went that far, did we kiss?” Once again his face heat up, but this question didn’t embarrass him to the point he couldn’t answer. “Yea, you.. kissed me a lot. Awfully often.” Hah, sounds just like you. “Is that so? Then, please pardon me.” You said in a quiet tone, gently tugging his hair behind his long ears before kissing his lips. Despite him getting caught off guard, he didn’t pull away, instead he returned the kiss. Closing his eyes as he reminded himself of how much he missed this feeling.

It seems the partner fate decided for you wasn’t talented in explaining, or at least not in these matters. Since he didn’t expose many details except the fact that you made him do this and that, you had to take a guess yourself. In the end, you invited him over to your home near the beach, deciding to find out whether or not you two were compatible in bed. You lied down on the soft mattress, ordering him to come closer and climb on top of you. Then you asked, “did the other me also made you do this?” He nodded, looking away in shame. How cute.

You grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed its content onto your length, noticing how he was staring at you with shrinking pupils. “You can take this, right?” He didn’t reply, he only bit his own bottom lip. Since he haven’t answered you yet, you didn’t continue, staring up at him and waiting for him to respond. “I was never… actively on top. I-… what should I do?” Bram eventually admit, his eyes were half lidded, to the point only a thin line could be seen. “It’s alright, I’ll teach you.” You chuckled, before holding his slim waist and making him hover above your pelvis. “Ah..” he gasped as electricity coursed through his body, his breathing was becoming more shallow with each passing second.

“First, you have to prepare yourself.. may I be so bold as to claim you have never done this with anyone but me?” It wasn’t a bold claim, it was the truth. The vampire nodded, still lingering over you with a slightly arched back. “Then use your hand and stick a finger inside yourself, but don’t rush it, alright?” You whispered into his ear, then you grabbed his wrist to squeeze some lubricant onto his fingers. “Use this, it will the easier that way.” Bram tried to follow your orders, clumsily inserting his middle finger inside his hole. His rim tensed first, then loosened up, permitting him entrance. “Hnng- hah, is this.. right?” He asked you, looking for guidance. “Yea, just like that. Once you feel ready, do the same with a second finger before scissoring them.”

My.. how humiliating. Now the prince of the dead was spreading himself open in front of some mortal, putting on a degenerate display only for your amusement. The worst was it felt good. He bit down some more onto his lips, to the point blood was running down his chin. You leaned closer to him and clasped your hand over his, then sticked one of your fingers inside him along with his. “Ah- you..! What are yo-you, hmNn.!!” Damn it, you were still a tease just like before. Out of nowhere you also licked the trail of blood away, savouring every drop and licking your lips afterwards. Who was the vampire now, huh?

“HgNn…ah, haah.. is this enough?” Bram was already panting like crazy, feeling his body shudder uncontrollably. You pulled your hand away, feeling the sticky liquid stick to your fingers like gum. He had a dazzled look on his face, almost as if he was melting due to the pleasure. The way you handled him was just like your previous incarnation, even the way you tackled all of his weak spots as if you still knew them. “Hmm, you tell me, do you feel ready enough to take me?” Once again he couldn’t answer you, only glaring at you as he slowly sank down onto your dick. He took his precious time doing so, gently going down at you. Everything was going smoothly until he took half of you in.

You couldn’t even ask him before he complained, “it.. it’s too big.. hahh, I can’t ta-take more….” Ah, he was so adorable. “It’s alright, take your time dear, I won’t rush you, I’ve been waiting for you all this time after all.” He nodded while clenching his eyes shut, focusing sorely on the feeling of you stretching his insides. Fuuuuuck…. It was too overwhelming, too good. After not being active for so long, he was like a virgin again. “I.. I really can’t, it’s so de-deep..! Uh-unghh.” All you did in response to his whines was draw circles on his sides with your thumbs, as well as whispering sweet praises into his ears. Sweet words of encouragement reached him, as in, “Don’t worry you are doing so well, it’s alright, I’m here.”

Eventually he managed to take all of you in, at the expense of his rationality. Not a single logical thought plagued his mind, all he could think about was the bliss spreading to every fever of his nerves. When he sat down on top of you completely, he couldn’t fathom it at first. By that time tears were dripping down his face while inaudible sobs left his mouth. “Good job, Bram, so good for me. Now, grind your hips this way.. right, just like that.. and slowly move up and down. Heh, that’s my good boy.” While you gave him instructions on how to move his body your hands also gently showed him the way. They were still around his waist, nudging him into the right directions.

He shook his hips so erotically, it send a shiver down your spine. Before long he was jumping up and down your cock while your hands forced him to move rougher, your own body snapping against his to trust into him harder. “UghNnnhh.!! Ha-hahhhh! Oh, it’s.. go-good, so UhmM!” Bram gasped and groaned, losing himself to the ecstasy as he exposed more and more of his hidden desires to you. And you were enjoying yourself room of course. You were feeding on his pleasure, loving every single moment. He really was your destined partner, your fated other half.

It seems destiny wasn’t playing a prank on you, rather, it was using you to write an unforgettable love story.

[chiara-hotel]

Bram Drabble - Chapter 115

Heres my monthly bsd drabble based on the newest chapter bc its better writing your feelings than getting therapy 👍

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Bram! Who dies the moment Fyodor takesover his body

Bram! Who sends is consciousness to Akutagawa in a split second to allow himself to speak to you one last time

Bram! Who sees you one last time before he has to leave this world

Bram! Who tells you that you’re strong without him and to live on, defeat fyodor and save the world

Bram! Who promises that Akutagawa will protect you in his stead

Bram! Who dies right infront of you, leaving Akutagawa to protect you alone

Akutagawa! Who honors Brams promise to protect you

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Akutagawa! Who even months or years after the event still checks up on you every once in a while

Akutagawa! Who listens to your complains or lovestory with him-he doesn’t talk back though

Akutagawa! Who feels like he owes you something-but for now visiting you is enough

[truly-a-snitch]

sub bram hcs for my own sanity ^_^ i am only a boy and u know who i am...

i know who u r too

anyway TAGS: NSFW, subbottom bram, domtop reader, male reader, bondage, HEAVY EDGEPLAY, knifeplay, biting, woundfucking, blood drinking, branding, waxplay

nsfw below cut

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sub bram hcs

firstly this man is LAZY. he doesn't like doing stuff he's p much seditary like a boulder or some sort of building or such

painplay is his bread and butter. uhhhh blood and blooder. hm. ykwim

and he has a really high pain tolerance as a vampire so he can take a lot

gets blooddrunk off of u. drinks your blood while you're railing him for real

one thing he really REALLY likes is bondage because there's no pressure on him to move or whatever

(pspsps tie his hands above his head it deprives him of his favorite part- which is touching you)

waxplay. waxplay waxplay waxplay. it hurts him a bit but doesn't leave lasting marks however hes about it

brand him with a crucifix ‼️ it leaves scars

stab him fuck him UP. unfortunately choking doesn't do anything but if it did he'd be all about it

tbh. stab him and fuck the wound. sorry got too crazy

if you bite him back he moans and cums on the spot. only if you break the skin. you gotta chomp him real hard

[desireangel]

Honey & Venom Masterlist

Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

summary: In exchange for an escape from his death, the curse upon Aemond had seemed an easy price to pay for an eternal life of strength and power. But when the time comes for his debt to be collected and a mysterious illness sends you to the doorstep of the reclusive and fearsome Lord of Harrenhal's century-old castle, Aemond is faced with the other half of his soul and the agonising realisation that perhaps the cost of his salvation will also become his downfall.

warnings: MDNI - Strictly 18+ ONLY. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Blood, sex and horror. Gore. Heavy smut. This is set centuries after the Dance of Dragons: some deviations from canon. Dark!Aemond. Aemond and Alys are psychos together.

Dividers: @cafekitsune @bernardsbendystraws

▻ prologue ▻ chapter one

[elizais]

when you know, you know.

when they realise just how much they love you ft: nikolai, bram, poe part 1 here content/warnings: mentions of murder (poe's ability), shortttt, i tried to keep it as a gn reader but i might have slipped up at points. i wrote bram without the sword and in current day bcs i was struggling dudesss i think this is my first time trying to write for bram and poe so please take these with a pinch of salt but the lovely person who requested it was so polite i couldn't pass it up <3

nikolai was.. lively to say the least. i mean, just having a partner would be (in his eyes) something tying him down. but, for you? being with you would comply with him wanting to be free. you granted him freedom from all of the negative thoughts that could plague him.

walking down the high-street with you, hand in hand as he pondered all of these ideas. the both of you were strolling towards a cafe that kolya had begged to go to for its "famous pirozhki".

he was not in his usual attire today, wearing a simple blue turtleneck sweater and jeans that fit him loosely. you had to admit, he looked close to incredible when you contrasted it to his usual wear. even though his outfit was different, his personality did not falter in the slightest.

swinging your arms forwards and backwards quickly as you walked, he giggled at whatever joke he was thinking of. turning towards him, you smiled. "kolya?" you poked his upper arm for his attention. "what type of bird is that?" you asked, glancing at a small bird hopping through tree branches. as he looked over, it flew away.

his braid fell over his shoulder, laying softly as he considered making a witty joke. the truth of what he was thinking was of how much he adored you, how you pointed out birdies, watched comedy shows with him, tried your best to cook his favourite meals, put up with him using his ability to scare you..

he thought back to earlier, you had brushed his hair into the usual neat braid as he spoke about what tricks he was going to pull on sigma and fyodor too. he laughed as you frowned, claiming "leave sigma alone, he has a casino to take care of, babysitting you is my job."

bram was, aside from being a vampire and that, perfect. his personality was complex, but you often joked that it wittled down to him just wanting to sleep.

today, you were both sat on the sofa as he spoke about aya. you were brushing through his hair. "she was telling me about some artists, i think she meant composers." he explained, going on about music as you giggled. his hair was showing some curls towards the ends that you were entertaining yourself with.

he was kneeling in front of you so that you could face his back and toy with his hair.

"what is amusing?" he asked politely, refraining from turning around incase he messed up the braid you insisted so stubbornly on putting in his hair. you pulled the long braid onto his shoulder and he saw how you had refined the hair past the bobble into a sweet curl.

he smiled softly as you spoke, "what genre do you want to listen to? does aya have any recommendations?" you teased and he let out a soft chuckle. cherishing these sweeter, saccharine moments were as good at keeping him alive as his ability was.

he put up with the garlic jokes, playing dumb vampire films on tv (he really does love hotel transylvania!), the teasing.. all because he loves you !!

poe was like a breath of fresh air to be around. there was never a need to be loud or extroverted with him. and those were just bonuses on top of getting to hang out with a raccoon all of the time. you were currently in another room trying to trim karl's nails.

key word: trying

ed was in the study, writing another novel. whether it's for ranpo or not? who knows. karl wasn't putting up a fight but more so.. wriggling around. any sane person would have given up by now but with the amount of time this raccoon spends around your shoulders? zero chance.

once you finally finished, you swooped karl into your arms and carried him back to edgar. "ed? have you eaten or drank water recently?" you asked, setting down karl and walking over to him as he closed the book before him. he nodded as he looked up to you from his armchair.

"yes, and i have finished it!" he exclaimed, you furrowed your brows in confusion. "finished what, love?" he presented you the book proudly. "it's just like the film we watched a few weeks ago. you said you wanted to live in that manor house, no?" and that's when it clicked for you.

he carried on, "when you want to go, all the characters will be there! i had to add in another to die but other than that? it's the same!" he excitedly explained. tracing over the clothbound cover with your name on the front, he added one more thing. "oh! and to figure it out in one of the office desk drawers it will let you know what happened."

you smiled at that, he didn't want you to struggle. unfortunately, his ability was only murder mystery related so he couldn't write a book about a sunshine land where nothing went wrong. yet he tried his best, for you!

[sigmalewife]

BSD characters with a idol s/o

Characters: Sigma, Bram, Dazai, Yosano, Chuuya, Kyoka, Fukuzawa.

Note: The Kyoka part can be read as platonic or romantic, the reader is explicitly of the same age as her in that part.

Cw: Mentions of diets (be careful!), minor injuries and obsessive fans.

Reminder that english is not my first language, sorry for the spelling mistakes.

gn!reader

Sigma.

• He loves your music :(

• Sigma can't go always to your presentations for his job in the casino, but he always make sure to let you know how proud he is of you!

• Sometimes he would be making paperwork until late at night, super stressed, but then you make a live for all your fans and everything becomes better. He leaves the live playing on his phone, as if it were background noise, and he stops feeling so alone in the office.

• (Although sometimes he gets distracted, thinking in how pretty your laugh sounds.)

• Sigma buys every merchandise of yours that exists.

• Even the not official.

• He often asks for fanart commissions from his favorite artists who are also fans of yours. Sigma believes in fandom solidarity!!!

Bram.

• Definitely was Aya who introduced him to your music.

• Just imagine that was one songs of yours that Aya put on play on that scene of the MP3. He's obsessed.

• Bram make sure of upload every song you make it, even the demos.

• After of a presentation, he would take the tea with you. Talking about the details. If you are in a group, he's more than happy to gossip about them.

• He learned the entire lighticks and fanchats system. Bram has it memorized as if it were very important ancestral knowledge.

• Bram it's so disappointed when he don't get your photocards. Definitely makes Aya buy other album.

Dazai.

• I hate him. He's such a lucky mf.

• The type of fan that always get the photocard he wants, and sometimes he thinks "hm, yeah, wouldn't be cool if y/n makes a collaboration with x singer" AND THEN YOU RELEASE THAT SONG DON'T EVEN KNOWING THAT HE WANTED THAT.

• Dazai is always there in your concerts, he loves seeing how your shine, with a crown screaming your name. Makes him feel so proud.

• The type of boyfriend that is always in the backstage, drying your tears when you feel that you didn't so good as you expected :(

• If he finds out that you're being harassed by some obsessive fan it's over. Dazai it's gonna make them pray for forgiveness.

Yosano.

• She adores you. I definitely can see her calling you cutie patootie, lmao.

• Yosano it's always showing you off to the rest of the ADA. What I can say? She just loves talk about you.

• You two go shopping together, and when a fan recognizes you Yosano put a hand in your waist, being alert to the other person's intentions to you.

• She can't use her ability with you, but everytime you get hurt dancing or something she personally takes care of you. Her hands are so soft when she bandage your feet.

• Same as Bram, Yosano LOVES gossip with you. She knows dirt of half industry just because you.

• Yosano takes pics of you being comfy/random in private and then edits them to when your fans see them, they get desperate trying to guess if it's you or not, lol.

Chuuya.

• He's like the best boyfriend for a idol. If you don't consider his job, of course.

• Chuuya can't go always to your presentations, but he's always on the phone, making sure your feeling good. He is very good at calming you down when you feel nervous.

• Takes you out in his motorcycle in a night ride when you need some inspiration for your songs.

• He have every album, but his favorite merchandise it's a plushie of you. He sleeps with it when you aren't in home for your tour.

• Chuuya it's also a bit unsure of his body, so when you are sad because you think you need lose weight, he's not gonna be hard to you (but with your agency/fans)

• He will use his free time to workout with you, it's like a personal trainer. But Chuuya loves most run with you at night, specially in the beach.

Kyoka.

• You are her comfort artist.

• Kyoka has been your fan since Atsushi took her out on that "date" and she saw you in the TV of an arcade.

• She loves how happy your look dancing and singing. The fact that you're almost her same age makes her feel closer to you.

• The ADA member starts to give her your merch in special events when they discovered that she was your fan.

• Now Kyoka have some albums and a plushie that she always sleep with.

• When you both become closer, Kyoka it's so happy to do normal teenage things with you. With the other, you both can feel more normal. No need to act.

Fukuzawa.

• Cat dad loves you !

• He MELT when he sees you with car ears.

• Fukuzawa loves the soft themed songs. Romantic ballads are his favorites.

• Soft man that hums your songs when his working.

• Fukuzawa always makes sure that your don't overwork. He pats your head and takes the afternoon tea with you.

• When you come back exhausted after a presentation, Fukuzawa gives you the best massage ever. He definitely knows these grandma secret medicines that will make you feel like a new person.

• Not really into buy merch, but Fukuzawa have a little keychain. He loves it, specially because it's a chibi version of you cat themed.

[yandere-wishes]

𐙚 𝕬 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖔 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆 𐙚

Wednesday February 14th xxxx

Dear Dracula:

I find myself pondering if, deep down, in the heart you deny possessing. There still exists a chasmic rhyme and reason for all which you do. They call you monster, fiend, abomination. Yet aren't they the ones that maim and slaughter for reasons as thin as thread? Thus why should we possess the burden of such an accursed name?

Valentine's is upon us. Maybe such sacrilegious festivities can be blamed for my intrepidity. We've yet to consort outside our nocturnal affairs, outside our world of half-spun truths and forgotten anecdotes. I pray you forgive my effrontery. I pray you comprehend my need for making such inquiries.

But my dear precious Dracula, I have to ask. Do you still remember your mother, your home, your heritage? Many deny that one as egregious as you could possess such mortal things. And yet aren't those the fundamental pillars of who we turn out to be? Isn't one man's evil another man's crusade?

So I, a mortal who believes she may have fallen for you in all your atrocious glory, ask do you remember being a son, a child? Being innocent and naive enough to believe every lie and fable? Do you still yarn for your mother in the dead of day? Recalling her scent and the bouncy curls of her hair, tasting nostalgia on your blood-soaked tongue.

What was it like in the sand, in the snow, in the green valleys and rocky outskirts? Did the coarseness of sand and the roughness of rocks and the tickle of flowers leave phantom pains across your body? Did you play with the snakes and climb fig trees? Did you laugh with others of your kind?

Do you recall your ancestrial home? The bronze walls of your mother's temple. Her fingers wafting through your hair as her smile radiates brighter than the moon. I zealously trust the visions that flash before my eyes on moonless nights. Images of a frail batling wrapped in kaleidoscopic blankets tucked under his mother's arm. Your mother mingled with owls, I wonder why she constructed you in the likeness of bats, of wolves, of snakes? Did she wish for you to serve as a cacophony to the detested, to those we so quickly forget? Did she wish for you something she could never have herself?

They seldom recall you are one of the sons of flames and stardust. Do they forget we share a legacy? One I believe you fought for. Both descendants of the divinely blessed. Both lost children arid for blood and retribution.

I too know of the darkly sweet tang of rich blood upon the tongue.

I too know the fragile elation of scraping blood from under one's fingernails three days later.

I too know the sensation of being a monster in everything but intentions.

I cherish the two lone bites you've left upon my neck. I cherish the cuts your claws have left upon my hips. You never say a word when you fall. When melancholy and memories obfuscate your judgment. I know you refuse to act human, to pretend and be something you are not. Thus I won't ask for sweet nothings from you.

Yet still I long to hear you call me "love".

When did you realize you were equal parts hellfire and shamshir?

When did you realize that humanity deserves to suffer for its every injustice?

My sweet, sweet Dracula, I regret to inform you that as of late my bones feel faulty and brittle, as do my thoughts. Can we still call ourselves holy? Do we still have that right? Can we still repent for our sins? Who decides what a sin is anyway? Will we ever be innocent to someone?

Are you torn too? Broken in all the wrong places? Do you feel the open wounds and amputations, when you stare up at the stars? I wonder if I owe you an apology. I wonder if you owe me one too…

Dearest Dracula, would you ever understand if I told you that I am tired of being a monster, a villain, an abomination? Would you understand if I told you I need to rest inside a glass coffin, to be rejuvenated and reborn into the world as something useful?

Would you believe me if I say I believe in you? That I lay the burden of my aspirations upon your unwavering shoulders. Should there exist any mere slivers of hope, I shall bestow them upon you in trim vials of gold.

Where did our obligations go? Where are they buried so that I may pay my tardy regards?

Dear Dracula,

I hope you understand every star I've spilled to you.

I hope you comprehend the love I harbor within my defective heart.

I hope you adore the blood I've penned this letter with.

I just hope you understand…

In your absence, thorn bushes grow across my cadaver. suffocating and desolate. Without you, voids grow inside me, where hope once flourished. Dracula what I've been trying to say this whole time is…

I think we're both monsters.

I think I could love you.

Sincerely me…

P.S

Think of me as you feast upon your latest victim. And I shall think of you as I fall asleep to the city's empty tunes.

I need an origin story for Dracula.

sorry for the cryptic love letter.

But hopefully this way everyone can identify with it in some way.

[baizhoobies]

Good Morning! “Waking up with…” gn!Headcanons

Request: Hey!!! How are you? Can I request morning headcanons with Sigma, Bram, Kunikida and Fyodor? Can be suggestive if you want. Thank you have a good day!

A/N: Hiya! thank you for the request :3 I am doing okay thank you for asking! Also one last thank you to those in the requests queue who are waiting! I love and appreciate you

Warnings: suggestive, swearing, mostly fluff and sweet domesticity, 18+

Including: Sigma, Bram, Kunikida and Fyodor

Sigma

- Okay to start off with, lets say you both live in the casino together, he has one of those fancy VIP looking rooms

- your bed is ridiculously comfy, as the manager/owner, he has to have a good nights rest (plus working in the DOA the man needs some good fucking sleep)

- Sigma is enamoured with you, he wants nothing more than to be with you and to express his love for you, so he will make sure you are at your most comfort, with your preferred duvet covers, pillows, the works

- He looks like a sleeping beauty whilst he sleeps, so if you are the first to wake up and look at him… if you weren’t madly in love with him, you are now

- clingyyyyyyy

- super clingy, the man doesn’t know what home is but he knows he is at home with you. Keeping that in mind, he will probably prefer to be the big spoon, holding you tightly like some sort of teddy bear

- If he is the first person to wake up whilst he is the big spoon, he will probably try to wake you up with kisses on your neck and shoulders

- though I won’t lie, if you roll over in your sleep to become the big spoon, he will love that just as much

- knowing that you love him and wish to embrace him is enough to make his heart flutter and feel even more at home with you

- he loves the way you smell, your soft breaths and the way your skin feels against his own; soft and warm

- probably keeps a pillow or something and sprays it with your perfume so if you are away for any reason, he can sleep a lot better whilst thinking of you

- I can’t see him being the most active person in the morning, he will definitely want an extra 10 minutes. Even if you want to get out of bed, he just wants to cuddle and how can you refuse his puppy dog eyes?

- Probably doesn’t engage in anything sexual though, at least not in your sleep unless you talk about it prior. Though in saying that, if you have breasts, he will hold onto them like some sort of stress toy, or out of comfort

- I am picturing him doing this, half awake but the moment he hears your moans in your sleep, he’s only going to keep doing it until you are awake 🤭

Bram

- oooh boy, okay I am going to take liberty and allow Bram to have all of his limbs, maybe this scenario is before the events of BSD?

- If you are both vampires, its natural that neither of you will be awake in the morning as ya’ll sleep all day. So I am going to assume your mornings are actually in the evening after sunset

- Not that either of you are allergic to the sun (as seen in the anime/manga) but its a vampires natural sleeping pattern to sleep during the day, and I assume he did when he was living in his estate in Europe.

- He will most likely wake up out of hunger than anything else. You guys could sleep for centuries if you wanted, so the only reason to wake up is to feed, and perhaps spend time with you

- I am gunna say that ya’ll rest in a double sized coffin (yes, they exist) you are his partner after all and wishes to hold you close

- probably will have anxiety if you were in another coffin

- he’s a gentleman, if he wakes up first he will pull you closer and purposefully rest your head on his chest. In one manga panel its seen that he has claws? Or long nails? Will draw circles into your back/shoulders, humming contently as he does so

- if you guys are spooning, he will kiss your spine and your shoulders, but he will only really do this if he is in the mood… might even sneak a hand around and have a cheeky little touch~

- if you aren’t a vampire, he will probably follow your sleeping patterns. Ain’t no way is he going to wake up whilst you go to bed, nuh uh.

- nothing much would be different except Bram being a little dramatic in the mornings

- Like he will say some shit like “human, you have disturbed my slumber, why must your weak bodies-” promptly tell him to shut up and give him a kiss, he will soon shut up

- he will convince you to sleep longer, or at least lay there with him so he can sleep some more

- promise to make out with him, or wake him up if ygm, this may convince him to wake up and indulge 🫡

Kunikida

- So this man ensures that he gets 7 hours of sleep every night; its essential for him to feel refreshed and ready for when he wakes up in the morning. He the type of guy who will wake up immediately at the sound of his alarm, get out of bed, shower etc.. all according to his notebook

- HOWEVER

- Ever since you moved in, he's found himself becoming.. sloppy with his schedules

- Kunikida doesn't strike me as the guy to enforce his schedule onto his s/o, the word 'no' is a foreign word to him when it comes to you

- So lets say his alarm goes off in the morning, he goes to turn it off and get out of bed, but oh no! Your legs are intertwined, your head on his chest and your arms snaked around his waist.

- Despite his best efforts to convince himself to get immediately ready for the day, he will let out one huge sigh and set the alarm to snooze...and then snooze again, and again.

- Kunikida's biggest weakness is cuddles, especially whilst you are sleeping so adorably

- He might curse himself for breaking his schedule but, you certainly are worth it

- He may even incorporate snuggle time into his schedule just to say that he is following his ideals to feel better about himself

- LOVES to watch you sleep, I know bro is romantical (but will never admit it) he will just stare at your features, it doesn’t matter if you snore or have your hair all a mess, or whatever, he just is so in love with you.

- He takes this time to reflect on your relationship together, he probably practices ‘gratitude affirmations’ and you are certainly one of them

- Not the type of person to fulfil his desires in your sleep, he'd rather wait till you're awake before initiating anything, HOWEVER, if you are the first to awake, he certainly isn't going to complain waking up to you under the covers, iygm 😏

- Note in diary: woke up to sloppy toppy at 7am

- Expect breakfast in bed at the weekends, those are the days he has more time in the mornings and will make the extra effort in pampering you. You like coffee? Well the man owns one of those fancy coffee machines, Idc what anyone says, he does.

- Kisses with the taste of coffee on his lips >

Fyodor

- This was hard but I like a challenge (plus the recent episode got me quaking)

- Fyodor does not sleep a lot, over working himself on his plots and schemes, 100% will need convincing to join you in bed

- He would wake up first, no matter what. You would never catch him sleeping, like ever

- even if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, the man just senses when you are awake (he is probably a very light sleeper)

- its most likely to do with the fact that when you are sleeping, its quite a vulnerable state and although he is comfortable with you, he struggles to turn that side of him off

- As he wakes up before you, it gives him a chance to watch you resting peacefully, he leans over you and just takes in the view

- He will gently brush the hair from your face and just… he just thinks you are precious and wants nothing more than to just take a moment and reflect on it

- If its coming close to having to get up for whatever reason, he will stroke your hair and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, most likely calling you Russian pet names and shit

- Although he is the first awake, he won’t get out of bed until you are ready

- I can’t see him being a person who’d want to cuddle in bed really, going to sleep or waking up. He is a little touch starved but in the sense that he doesn’t quite know how to be physically affectionate

- though catch him on a day where he is particularly sleepy, then he will be more likely to let his guard down and cuddle (he can’t keep up this criminal master mind shit 24/7)

- I don’t think he’d be super relentlessly horny in the mornings, but if he is for whatever reason, he would (like the whispering you awake HCs) he would probably give you a few sleepy neck kisses, caressing your body with his nimble fingers and enjoys watching you squirm and whimper yourself awake.

[saffitaffi]

He angy (part 1)

[akutasoda]

i loved "looks can be deceiving"! o(^o^)o if you're ok with it, would you be willing to make a pt.2 of it with bram, fyodor, nikolai and jouno? (⌒‐⌒)

looks can be deceiving part 2

synopsis - you always seemed so delicate yet you probably were stronger than them

includes - fyodor, nikolai, bram, jouno

warnings - fem!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 468

a/n: i absolutely can!

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪he did find you rather cute. it brought him a sense of relaxation when he would see you after a long day, complete opposite ends of the day but he liked it that way.

↪but he would never show how much he worried. he didn't exactly have the cleanist or safest life so by bringing your seemingly vulnerable and delicate self into it seemed wrong.

↪like you'd be caught up in his life and hurt. but he assumed that was more of a reason to cleanse the world for the both of you. but ever since he came home to you moving the furniture around with ease, it seemed you had a front of sorts.

↪you greerd him and quickly went back to finishing your rearrangement. he would be lying if he didn't say he loved it. it became another quality to you he loved.

nikolai gogol ★↷

↪he absolutely adored you, especially because he thought your delicate appearance was rather adorable. and he would make that very clear.

↪he always loved seeing you throughout the day and especially at the end when he could just relax with you after doing whatever he did.

↪but he never expected you to have such strength and he loved it! you'd picked him up as a joke and he never expected your seemingly delicate self to be able to.

↪but know you had to deal with him randomly teleporting himself to you and expecting you to carry him around.

bram stoker ★↷

↪he was indifferent. he loved you for you, even if you seemed fragile and vulnerable. but because of this he did worry that something may happen to you and he couldn't protect you.

↪ although he'd be lying if he didn't say a part of him found it rather adorable. but he was initially quite surprised at your display of strength.

↪he didn't want to burden you but he would always ask for help with more heavy duty chores, it's not that he couldn't do them entirely but your help was greatly appreciated and plus he got to spend time with you.

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪while he couldn't actually see you, he'd heard that you always seemed so delicate and vulnerable. and he was kind of fine with that. he'd prefer you be able to keep your own but he could always protect you.

↪ however he had also heard more recently that you displayed a great deal of strength when you came to the hunting dogs looking for jouno and ended up helping teruko with rather heavy duty chores.

↪he was very smug about this as he was quite proud of you that you had such a natural strength. he would later become very annoying and ask you to help him with the slightest chore

[godhandler]

See No Evil 

| The mysterious nobleman Noritoshi Kamo is looking to purchase a mansion in Tokyo City. You’re the solicitor sent to aid him and you do, it’s just that… he has odd habits. He talks all night and sleeps all day, doesn’t allow mirrors in his castle, can summon wolves at a whistle. And lately you’ve come to suspect that he’s not letting you leave. |

| #1 | noritoshi kamo x reader | bram stoker’s dracula au | masterlist | heavy religious symbolism, aged terminology | 1k words |

[your journal]

3 May 1876– Left Yokohama at 8.35 PM. It is a most wondrous machine, the creation of the finest European minds, the railway train! It arrived as a caterpillar on a leaf-edge, chugging soot onto my freshly laundered cottons, carriage upon carriage in its bowels! I hardly had time to admire the clear window panes, the tea-cup holders, the cushioned seat before I arrived in Tokyo, less than an hour at that. Ah, the modern era!

Had a most delightful plate of grilled beef and a mug of steaming coffee with milk at the Time Vessel Inn, stayed the night. I left Edo years ago and returned to Tokyo– the men now wear western hats over their kimono, streets are wide as London’s, concrete buildings as of New York in Ginza, streetcars driven by women who smoked. Father would have a heart attack had he been here. 

Walked to the post office, received letter from Mr. Hawkins, smoked too much enroute to walk back myself, took a rickshaw. The puller, a rickety old Okinawan, set his sly eyes on the cross round my neck, and I promptly put it inside. These scoundrels are untrustworthy at the best of times, pagan at worst. Shogun men come, you no Christian okay? – and he urged me to agree till I did. Lord, I do hope it is better in the prefectures. 

4 May– In the interests of time I am taking horse mounts instead of a carriage. Mr. Hawkins, bless that man, has arranged my lodgings along the way to Hokkaido, says his letter. He has further parceled me cash in advance, stored at those lodgings, so that I may never run dry. Among the Japanese the sympathy I could never glean I am granted oodles from a White man in Exeter. 

My client is a deposed shogun of the Kamo Clan, Noritoshi-sama. Imagine my disbelief when Mr. Hawkins assigned me to such a lucrative business for my first solicitor work! I have prepared well, again and again, and I shall not let him down. 

Had miso soup over rice and eggs. (Mem. Get recipe). 

Left Tokyo at 4.30 AM, reached Fukushima by noon. Exchanged horses before the narrow pass through the Abukuma Mountains. Now another long stretch till Moroika in the Iwate prefecture. I fear that despite my young age my back is not built for this torment. Onwards we ride again! Unfortunately!

Farmers plant rice in those ankle-deep pond-fields. Some things never change. 

Reached Moroika 7 PM, exchanged horses. The countryside is as I remember it, but I am far too exhausted to be poetic about it. Dined and lodged at the ancient Tengen Hotel, collected the cash parcel. Fireflies outside my window.  

5 May– Left Moroika at 6.30 AM. Another 6-7 hour ride to the northernmost tip of mainland Japan, this little town called Oma in Aomori. 

 I can see my freezing breath-smoke as I write with shaking hands, slouched on my horse. My legs, back, belly, shoulders, arms, neck, even hands hurt. I cannot grip my reins anymore. I think of Mr. Hawkins, the cash parcel at the next lodge. Perhaps I was not made to be a solicitor. 

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

I have made up my mind. I shall show Noritoshi-sama the old Chinese mansion, vestiges of a former noble time. I wondered if I should instead display the Buddhist temple-turned-castle near Roppongi, but I believe he should prefer the outskirts of Tokyo more. Well, the decision lies with him, after all. 

Imagine if I ruined it all up! Barged into the shogun’s bedroom and demanded that he buy the disco club instead! Or the new English townhouses! I wonder if he would cut me with his longsword or have his horses trample me. 

Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

I am too giddy now. I can hardly keep my eyes open for I am tired, tired. And cold. The temperature has dropped like dead flies the more I ride. My thoughts, cockroaches released from a jar, run amok.

Truly, I want to sit on my horse and weep. I cannot bear this any longer. 

The farther I go from the beating heart of Tokyo the more this country vexes me. There is nothing but trees. No people, only trees and dirt for miles. Red-leaf maple, spruce, oaks, beech. Cold. 

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. 

There is more humanity in filthy streetcar exhaust smoke than here. More God in the shaved cunts of night-bar transvestites than in this desolation. I would drink the sewers under Tokyo than travel any longer. 

Amen.

3 PM– Reached Oma. Had a heavy lunch full of oysters, chicken, crab and drank half a bottle of sake. It is hilarious how shocked the waitress was when I sent for my fourth bowl of rice! 

Reading back on my earlier notes I feel that I mayhaps overreacted slightly. It wasn’t that bad, honestly. I just am not used to physical exertion. 

Lounged about the beach till 4.35 PM. Ferry to Hakodate reached a little before 8 PM. Hokkaido finally! Tired, will fall asleep in my suit, no energy to bathe or change. 

Noritoshi-sama, man of my miseries, I meet you tomorrow. I have never met nobility before (Mem. Practice deep bowing), but I hear from the waitress that he is rumored to be so handsome. How wonderful it will be if he turns out to be an armour-clad samurai! Perhaps he keeps ninjas about his castle. Perhaps he is lonely, as I am, and takes me to be his bride. I cannot even write this with a straight face, I cannot stop giggling at the thought now! It would be a perfect romance, a Cinderella story! I would certainly not have to work a job or travel anymore. 

Suddenly my tiredness is -whoosh- gone! Oh be calm, fluttering heart, be calm, excited mind! I know that I shall not be able to sleep a wink tonight despite my fatigue. I await him so eagerly, the noble Kamo!

[permit of entry to Hokkaido]

Passenger - ln yn  Date of Entry - 5th May 1876

Departure - 4.37 PM Arrival - 7.45 PM 

Permit Available Till - 5th August 1876

Purpose of Visit - Business (Real Estate)

I hereby attest that I am of sound mind, of major age, and aware of the laws regarding Hokkaido Island.

I shall leave Hokkaido Island before or on the date of expiry of this permit, failing which the local authorities shall take action. 

All the information provided on this form is true and accurate to the best of my knowledge. 

Have a great stay!

Signed, ln yn

a/n: reader is jonathan harker coded. this is a homage to bram stoker’s masterpiece. here is the route described (i ensured the travel times are period accurate!), and here is the eventual lair of the vampire. instead of 1880s england and transylvania, i moved the setting to japan during the same time period. early meiji era japan (1868-1912) was a time of intense conflict and confusion in society: westernised modernity vs japanese tradition, shoguns vs the emperor, shinto and buddhism vs christianity. can you guess which side the reader falls and where does kamo? 

the way i see it, vampirism is about not letting go. its ennui, its sameness. the same endless life where you can consume only one thing (blood) and walk in the same moonlight. of course vampires would fall in love easy. besides, kamo = blood = vampire. made perfect sense to me.

i actually did a lotttt of research for this and found a tons of cool stuff. please check them out! Tokyo | Railways  | Food culture | Christanity | End of the Shogunate | Transport | Religion | Divider

fun facts: 1. the train that the reader takes here is the first passenger train of japan which opened on september 12, 1872. 2. influenced by the west, meat products and milk was highly encouraged diet at this time. miso soup was esp looked down upon. 3. ginza was the fancy area of tokyo, look at some old pics of the time here! 4. racism against okinawans was and still is unfortunately present. 4. christianity was persecuted and repressed throughout the tokugawa shogunate and remained so until the japan’s isolationist policies ended about 1850s. 

as the author i am both irreligious and an atheist. honestly id shank god if i met it. all the religious stuff here is for the narrative and nothing more. 

[queer-n-here]

whenever I see Bram and lovecraft i just go Absolutely ballistic they get no love and it makes me sad 😭😭😭

~🕷

This is actually 🕸️ anon, dude texted me and told me that, but hey, wait a min...

You might have a type, 🕸️ bro... Long hair, inhumane, gaunt. Hmm... Bet they'd look gorgeous writhing under you while you fuck their brains out.

[kitasgloves]

Tonight, You Belong To Me

tracklist

— ♬ "My honey, I know with the dawn that you will be gone, but tonight you belong to me"

— ♬ Bram Stoker x Reader, SFW, gender-neutral reader, reincarnation au, depiction of love affairs, major manga spoilers about Bram's backstory with Aya, 3.2k words, no beta

— ♬ NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE NOR ROMANTISIZE WHAT IS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY. EVERYTHING IS A WORK OF FICTION. READER'S DESCRETION IS ADVISED.

During decades of his existence, Bram Stoker has experienced romance. He deemed it impossible and found himself incapable of growing soft under the clutches of love, and yet he's convinced otherwise. It has never crossed the Count's mind that someone would fall for a creature like him. To think that he'd fall victim to love after witnessing and experiencing countless horrors and tragedies seemed like a miracle.

He has met you decades before the modern age. You are the loveliest being Bram has ever laid his eyes upon. You had a smile gifted by the heavens and the laughter of a choir of angels. You gazed at him with glistening eyes full of affection that made his limbs melt. Back then, you were a commoner. It wasn't favorable for a Count and a commoner to be in a relationship, but Bram has looked beyond that. He didn't cater to the ridiculous prejudices back then as he pursued you.

Admittedly, Bram was an amateur when it came to wooing. In his defense, romance didn't become his priority before. Sure, he had read about romantic novels or witnessed lovestruck couples, but it didn't provide the suitable knowledge to win your affection. Bram learned eventually that it took time. He didn't rush as he spent his days getting to know you. He slowly unmasked your soul and saw your flaws; he accepted it all wholeheartedly. He learned how to make you smile with gifts and make you laugh with witty jokes. Bram learned how to uncover his heart and revealed his true identity to you. Tears prickled in his eyes when you enveloped him in your arms.

Bram found victory in winning your heart. He treasured every precious moment he shared with you. Basking in the rising sun, taking naps in the afternoon, and talking under the moonlight. He kept every memory close to his heart. Despite your mortality, Bram wanted to spend eternity with you. But he knows it wouldn't be possible that's why he made every second count. And he heavily refuses to use his ability on you, Bram found it distasteful to turn you into a vampire and have you under his control. He's content with the bittersweet realization that he won't be with you at the end of time. But he makes a silent promise to be the one to be at your deathbed when the time does come.

The Count was pondering when marriage came to mind, and the idea enlightened him. He wanted you to have his last name or form a family. He was eager to buy you an expensive ring to propose. Bram has gotten on one knee that one Autumn evening, the stars were smiling down on both of you as he presented you the engagement ring. You gasped and tearfully nodded your head. Bram was unable to contain himself as he lifted you in his arms and danced you around the balcony.

The wedding day was a haste. It ought to be concealed from the public knowing his controversial relationship with you. But Bram didn't mind that the church pews were empty or there wasn't a priest for the union. The Count's chest fluttered at the sight of you gracefully walking down the aisle towards him. His smile does not falter. After the exchange of vows and rings, Bram eagerly lifted your veil and kissed you with all the passion hidden in his heart.

Bram's married life with you was bliss. He has whisked you away to his home of luxury. He spoiled you endlessly as his spouse. It felt too good to be true when Bram managed to have a daughter. The child possessed so many traits of you that it made his heart full of joy, she wasn't exempted from his ridiculous spoiling either. He loved his daughter just as he loved you. Bram was convinced that he had attained paradise.

However, the darkest of times have only just begun. The sick and twisted plot of life cost him his happiness. Bram has witnessed tragedies but the tragedy that befell you and his daughter almost killed his spirit. He should've been more careful, he was too focused on his comfortable life with his family, and he could've prevented this. Disguised and hiding in the mob, Bram has cursed the heavens above when he has helplessly watched your head staked beside his daughter.

He couldn't forget how life had viciously ripped his heart apart. Bram lived in agony knowing it was his fault that his family had died. The world lost its color and warmth. The Count was haunted by the delightful memories within the halls of his mansion. Waltzing with you on the dancefloor, reading to his daughter at the library, and sharing dinner with you and his daughter. He felt stupid to think he's deserving of such happiness.

Decades gone by as the rise of the modern age prevailed. A surreal phenomenon occurred when he was rescued by a pitiable young girl from his hostage who used him for his ability. Somehow, this impressive girl has managed to take Holy Sword Soluz Levni out of his body as he regained full control of his ability and got his lower body back. Bram owes his endless gratitude to this girl, Aya Koda, who resembled so much of his late daughter.

Aya grew fond of him and evidently saw him as a father figure, Bram tries not to smile at that fact. It was difficult enough to adjust in this modern age after sleeping for decades in his coffin. Aya consistently pushed him into trying new things such as clothes or activities, and he would reluctantly follow. He thinks that modernity doesn't suit him but doesn't say it out loud in order not to offend Aya.

One day, the girl dragged him to a fast-food establishment, pestering him to eat fries and burgers with her. Bram sighs tiredly. As Aya blabbered about the available food on the menu, Bram's eyes focused on the cashier at the counter. He freezes. The shade of their hair looked too familiar. That voice was unmistakable. Those eyes, that smile... 

"Hello! What can I get for you?"

Aya tells the cashier her order as he looks at Bram expectantly. However, Bram was engulfed with pure shock as he locked eyes with the cashier. It was you. His first love, his spouse, [Name], in the flesh. It was like seeing you for the first time again. He was easily enamored as he struggled to draw in a breath.

"Bra-chan stop ogling at them and tell them your order!"

Aya whines at him and he snaps out of it. Bram unnaturally stumbles over his words as he horribly pronounces one of the foods on the menu. This brings a laugh out of you as you helped him decipher what he was saying. After paying and being dragged by Aya to the nearest table, Bram was unable to take his eyes off of you. Memories from many decades ago resurfaced. Clearly, you don't remember him as he remembers you. This must be a case of reincarnation. It wasn't new to him given his experience with Aya.

"Their face kinda looks familiar"

The young girl remarked from across the table, that Bram felt like he was about to have a stroke. He found it unbelievable that he would find your face again. There was a mixture of joy and doubt. Was this a cruel joke of fate or another chance from the universe? Aya frowned at the vampire when he barely touched his food. Bram wanted to approach you, but he held himself back. He knew things weren't going to be the same as they were. This was the modern age where technology reigned high. There is no doubt that his methods would seem ridiculous. 

The vampire sulked in his seat and complained to Aya how much the food suck. Eventually, they had to leave as Bram spared you an apprehensive glance. He took note of the name of the fast food establishment for later. He safely got Aya home and changed back to his usual clothes. In the darkness of the night, he moved swiftly in the shadows back to your place of work. The fast food was closing when you walked out the doors. Bram felt his heart scream your name, but he stayed silent within the shadows. The vampire quietly observed you when someone eagerly greets you.

A smile graced your lips as you went to embrace this person. Bram felt his chest ache at the sight of you kissing them. To imagine that you had a lover broke his heart into smithereens. Nonetheless, Bram followed you and your lover to your home. Your lover bid you farewell as you shut your door. The vampire easily snuck into your home; there he watched you do your nightly activities before going to bed. As Bram stares at your sleeping figure, his hand reaches to touch your hair, and he shudders with familiarity. He felt the ache of yearning as he knew your heart now belonged to somebody else. But he doesn't leave. Instead, he watched you sleep until the awakening of the new day.

You began to see this odd tall man regularly at work. He has silver long hair and pointed ears and is dressed as though he lived during the Victorian era. Though it's not like he looked ugly, on the contrary, you found him appealing. He seemed a decade or more older than you despite his youthful face. He struggled each time to pick out the food from the menu behind. You would often help him out with a chuckle, you did find his mannerisms a bit silly.

The more the tall man showed up, the more you got to know him. It turns out his name was Bram Stoker, and he was some sort of Lord or Count. You asked if he was a cosplayer, and he responded with a genuinely confused face and asked what a cosplayer was. He reveals that he is new to Yokohama, and he was struggling to adjust, it gives you the impression that Bram is a foreigner. With the curiosity of wanting to know more, you offered to give him a tour around the city on your day off.

The vampire couldn't believe his luck. You and he are going to roam around the city this weekend. Bram saw this as a chance. He began bothering Aya about modern fashion as if he hadn't found it distasteful before. He knows this wasn't a date, but he can't help but feel that he must prepare to impress you.

Bram prayed that he didn't look stupid as he went to meet up with you. He momentarily got lost on the way but eventually found you. The vampire felt akin to fainting at how gorgeous to look out of your uniform. The modern clothes suited you well and it made his heart throb. It was sundown when you gave him the tour around Yokohama.

You talked about the beautiful city lights and scenery, but Bram barely paid attention to what you were saying. He found himself transfixed on your face, pretending to be listening as if he was not thinking about your lips. The vampire is aware that it is wrong to long for someone who is already taken, but he can't help but feel selfish. You were his during your past life, and he was yours always.

You feel conflicted when you glance at Bram. His change of outfit and gentlemanly attitude towards you made your knees weak. But you had to remind yourself that you already have a lover. Somehow, when you meet eyes with the taller man, you feel your chest burst with unidentifiable but familiar emotions. You couldn't put a finger on it, but you feel as though you have experienced this before. It must be Déjà vu. 

The sky had gone dark with the moon and stars decorating the sky when you brought Bram to a small ferry by the river. The water was glittering with the moonlight as you both settled down inside. Today has been a delight for the vampire, you have been so kind with him that he almost forgets that this wasn't a date. Though, he can't help but turn his head to admire your features. From the shape of your eyes to the plush of your lips. He finds himself leaning down to meet your face.

It was so sudden. All you could register was a pair of cold lips against yours. Your breath stutters as you go rigid. Holy shit, Bram was kissing you. There was a moment where your hands scrambled to find purchase until he took your arms and wrapped them around his neck. He kissed you with warmth and familiarity that you couldn't help but swoon. Your lips danced in sync with his. You feel the taller man smile against your lips.

Bram knows you belong to somebody new, but tonight you belong to him. Although you and he are apart, you're part of his heart. And tonight, you belong to him. Way down by the stream, how sweet it would seem. Once more just to dream, in the moonlight.

When you both pulled away with an equally flushed face, the small ferry had reached the other side. Bram takes your hand and leads you off the boat. You gazed at him breathlessly and timidly, as if you were holding back. The night is still young, and the vampire wants to make the most of it. As greedy as he was, he didn't want to take everything for granted. Bram turns to you.

"Would you like to spend the evening at my place?"

There was a bewildered look on your face as you hesitated. Ultimately, you let the vampire lead you to his small apartment. His place was dark but comfortable. He was aware of what his proposition meant because as he closed the door behind him, he felt your body crash against him before your lips locked with his again. He ravished you thoroughly that evening. Bram knows with the dawn that you will be gone, but tonight you belong to him.

Everything fell into a shameful routine. You would leave Bram's place at sunrise to return to your place and prepare for work. You'd encounter him again during your shift an hour from closing time. You'd have a rendezvous with Bram with the evening ending between the sheets with him. Your lover grew suspicious of your reasons for 'overtime', a tinge of regret slivered through you as you laughed it off and lied through your teeth.

For some unknown reason, you find it hard to end things with Bram. Whenever you're with him, it feels as though your souls are connected. He appreciates your conversations; he looks at you with tenderness and holds you tightly like a passionate lover. You're convinced that he's in love with you but you're afraid that you're falling for him. It took time for guilt to bubble in your belly when you thought of putting an end to the affair.

Bram has fallen to the belief that you're slowly separating yourself from your lover, he thinks that you're bound to break up with them soon and it fills him with giddiness. In the evenings when he takes you out on dates and back to his place, he feels himself come to life. Even Aya notices how cheerful he seems lately. If it was only for tonight that you will be is, Bram desperately took it. He didn't care how immoral the affair was, all that mattered to him was that he would get to have you in his arms.

Way down, way down by the stream. How very, very sweet it would seem. Once more just to dream in the silvery moonlight. You met up with Bram again with a final decision. You two had taken the small ferry again by the river as before. A moment of weakness struck you when he touched your cheek and kissed you again. It was so easy to fall into place once it became a habit. However, you managed to pull away when his sharp hands began to tease you under your shirt.

Bram raised a puzzled brow at you. He took notice of your wobbling lip and averting eyes. He knew you wanted to say something to him, something that he wouldn't like.

"Bram, we need to end this"

The determined cruelty in your tone grips his heart. He waited for a few seconds for a punchline, thinking this was only a joke. But dread freezes his limbs. He feels you shudder when he glares at you. There was something inhuman in his eyes. After a moment of tense stillness, the vampire shakily grabbed your hands and kneeled.

"One more night. Please, grant me one more night with you and things shall end"

You know you shouldn't. This was bad as it is. But suddenly, Bram goes to hopelessly embrace your lower half, begging. You drew in a sharp inhale through your nose as sympathy crawled into your chest. Your hand finds its way to his silver hair as you grant his wish.

Bram was gazing at you intently on his bed during the final night of the rendezvous. There was something off from his crimson irises. Bram was an odd person. You've never met someone who had pointy ears and sharp canines. You shivered when he inches closer to you, still staring. You wanted to decode what was going on through his head.

There was suspicion laced in your look. Bram knows he won't be having time left. He gives you a reluctant caress on your cheek.

"Must we end things?"

"This isn't right, Bram. You know it"

"It's so unfair"

You scoffed at him, and he pulled his hand away as if he was stung. It's funny how he whines about circumstances being unfair when he should be ashamed as you. He was the other party. You regretted your decision to give him a tour that day. Suddenly, Bram speaks up.

"I'm sorry, [Name]"

Your gaze softens. You thought perhaps you had misjudged him and that he had morals. Maybe he felt just as regretful as you. A sigh left your lips.

"It's okay. I'm sorry, too"

"No, you shouldn't be apologizing"

"I know I've hurt your feelings, Bram"

"How kind, but I'm not apologizing because of the affair, [Name]"

Bram watches you furrow your eyebrows at him. It was true, he did not feel remorseful about the affair. He needed you to stay longer, for eternity. The vampire couldn't bear spending a century without you. Death or fate may never separate you and him, he must not allow it. He will do anything to keep you near, even if it means doing the unthinkable. A sharp hand goes to grab your shoulder, and you flinch. You stared wide-eyed at him.

"My honey, I know with the dawn that you will be gone, but tonight you belong to me"

Before you can utter anything, Bram pounces at you and buries his face against your neck. There was a brief horrified shriek when he sank his sharp front teeth into your skin. He keeps you still by gripping your shoulders. You thrashed and wiggled around in pain as blood dripped profusely down your neck. The last thing you remember is seeing a lovesick look on Bram's face before everything fades to oblivion.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[yukaii]

these dudes gay! good for them good for them!

[astrylx]

Every time someone says they love the romance in Coppola’s Dracula I have to give them the side eye.

Because are we talking Jonathan and Mina ‘Holiest Love’ Harker?

Are we talking Lucy Westenra and her vampire slaying boyfriends?

Or are we talking you about to end up on my block list…

[indigo-o]

Decay of angels

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The pet clown pt 1 (fyodor and Nikolai)

But I'm looking at the most beautiful flower in the field

Nikolai Gogol

The pet clown pt2

Now sleep, my little dove

Let me be free

HC Nicknames

Hc male s/o

Sigma

I won't leave you

Bram Stoker

【Nothing yet】

Fukuchi Ouchi

【Nothing yet】