#edward dalton headcannon

[mandowifey]

Hello lovely. I saw your post, hope your asks are still open. Thank you so much for your kind offer 😊

I feel very horrid, just been back from hospital. Long covid. Looking for an uplift. My pronouns are she/her.

I love art, writing, being creative. I love cooking and snuggling up on the sofa with warm cosy clothes, blankets, drinking cocoa and chatting. I love gardens and growing things.

Thank you 🥰

WAHHH I am so sorry you were sick! I'm double sorry this took me forever; it's nice to do something for you too. You interact with a lot of my work! ❤️

That being said I assign you...

Edward Dalton.

Edward Dalton x Reader

Warnings: Some NSFW, biting/blood drinking (the guy is a vampire, lmao), established relationship, comfort, and general fluff vibes with some angst on his end.

(This is unedited!)

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When his lips touched your throat, the world fell quiet. All you could hear was the frantic thrum of your pulse and the quiet drone of news on a distant television. Edward stills like he's reconsidering, and the breath that huffs through his nostrils tells you he's at war.

"I-it's okay."

He tenses and withdraws completely. Dismayed, you watch as the heavy eyed vampire settles back against the couch and looks away from you. His brows vex while his lips press to a thin line of a frown. You soften and crawl to him on the couch, reaching to encompass one of his cold hands inside your warm ones. This happened frequently enough to become routine. Edward was complex and the only vampire you knew who refused to drink human blood.

"I can't."

"I know."

Fingers twitch inside your palms, and you watch as his body stiffens. Edward isn't looking at you now, and your experience tells you that he's blaming himself. Patiently, you draw a blanket around the two of you and shift to lean your weight into his side. Edward is unmoving, but you hear his breath catch as your head drops to his shoulder. Neither of you say anything for what seems like an hour.

"You really want me to?"

His voice tugs you out of your dozing state, and you take a moment to process what he's asking. Edward finally turned his head, his face inches from your own while those haunted citrine eyes burn into yours. He looks sunken more than usual. The grooves under his cheek bones were deeper, and his eyes held bags beneath them.

He needed to eat.

"What are you asking me, Edward? If I want you to bite me or I want you to feed?" He winces at your tone and drops his gaze ashamedly. "You know the answer," You soften your words and cup his chin to look at you. "I'm okay with it, really I am. I'm not just saying that because, first of all, I know that shit is gonna hurt. And secondly, maybe I really trust you."

That tugs something in the man as he smiles faintly and turns his head to kiss into your palm. He can hear your pulse and the strong beat of your heart against your ribs. Your scent, healthy and young, appealing to him even more now that he was nearly starving. Mouth watering, Edward swallowed and brought you closer. There is a moment he looks at you, disbelieving he ever deserved you to begin with.

"If it starts to hurt too much, i-if you feel like you're gonna pass out, anything, I need you to try stop me." There is gravity to his words. If he lost control drinking from you, he could quite easily rip your throat and kill you on this couch. There would not be a single thing you could do to stop him. He was afraid of himself and afraid of hurting you.

You smile and nod as your thumb brushes his bottom lip. It was enough, and Edward kisses you. It's breathtaking, and your eyes fly closed as he envelopes you in his arms. His tongue flicks between your lips, and you greet him with your own. He groans softly, straining to keep his composure as he tastes you. Withdrawing and leaving you gasping, he kisses along your jaw and towards your neck. Goosebumps prickle on your skin as you dip your head back, exposing the arch of your throat.

Mouthing your flesh, Edward kitten licks over your pulse once again. You can feel his body tense and his chest swell as he braces himself. Your eyes are closed, holding perfectly still and trying not to tense - Edward mentioned something about tensing and making it difficult to bite through the skin. The pause this time is shorter, and you feel the scrape of his teeth as his jaws begin to open.

The breaking of flesh was a pain you'd never experienced before. You gasp as your hands fly to grasp his sides and curl into his shirt. An ache spread up your neck and down into your arm. Edward gasps above you as his jaws lock, and his grip becomes bruising. The warmth was leaving you steadily now as you spilled into his lips, your heart hammering so hard you thought it might pop. He groans into your skin, his tongue lashing against you as he sucks, he was losing himself in it, unable to think clearly while the primal desire to feed overwhelms his frontal lobe.

When your head began to swim and numbness prickled in your arms, you knew you were close to passing out. "Edward," your voice sounded far away. "I'm not feeling so well." It was difficult to speak. You were exhausted in a way you had never felt before. "Please." You whimper, unsure of how long it'd been and if you had lost enough for your heart to stop. In the moment, you can briefly recall hearing about humans only being able to lose about half a gallon of blood before dying.

There's a noise that escapes Edward that startles you. He dug his fingers tighter into your back before he wrenches his mouth off of you with a strangled gasp. Black spots burst in your eyes as you look up at him, hardly recognizing the blown pupils and bloody mouth of your lover. You're trying to talk, but your tongue is heavy and throat dry. As you lose consciousness, you hear a pained whimper; "I'm sorry,"

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You awoke to a cool cloth against your forehead. All your senses needed time to reboot; you could hear the distant tv, smell something fragrant beside you, and feel the damp compress on your face. As your eyes open, you realize you are in the bedroom, and you sigh in relief. You hadn't died, which meant Edward kept himself under control.

"You're up!"

Edward steps into the room, holding a glass of water. He looks healthier, his face thickened, and his eyes sparkling. You smile to yourself and admire him for a moment as he draws closer and sits in the chair beside you. When he offers the water, you take it and drink eagerly while he watches. "You scared me, I thought I'd taken too much." He admits while he lays a hand against your leg.

"Nah, I'm just a wuss." You smile at him, and he smiles back.

"You weren't scared, were you?" He says suddenly, his eyes round as he searches your expression. Edward was always relentlessly concerned about you. You knew that this was a loaded question that would undoubtedly make him nervous.

"Not for a single second," you say, laying your hand over his. "I trust you, always and forever." There is something that moves in him, and you watch while he struggles with it. Edward felt undeserving of love due to what he was, and often times fought himself about having you around. You hoped in time you could heal that, and show him that - dead or undead - he was owed the world.

A smile tugs his lips, and he presses them to your temple. "I'll bring you something to eat, what would you like?" You watch as he stands and heads for the door, loving him for every single thing about him, including the droplets of your blood that still stained his white collar.

"Anything with red meat. Preferably bloody."

[mandowifey]

Edward Dalton doodle... Please bite me vampire boi

[mandowifey]

Edward Dalton soft moments Headcannons.

These are SFW!

- Edward is by far the most soft spoken man you have ever met. This guy would rather be silent than voice any sort of discomfort, he's additionally extremely non-confrontational.

- He is additionally the type of partner you can sit with in silence. He is comfortable with resting on a couch, one hand on your leg and the other on his book or paperwork he is working on. Edward isn't the type to feel awkward in long silences, in fact he finds comfort in being with someone who enjoys quiet moments like him.

- When you two are waiting for the subway, or a bus, he stands close to you.

- Not smothering of course but close enough your hands or shoulders brush. You'd feel a nudge against your fingers, and if you look down you'd realize he's silently entwined your pinky fingers together.

- When you get upset, either at work or him, he waits for you to let it out. He's respectful if you need space, he wouldn't push the issue until you had finally calmed.

- If you got so upset that you shut down and laid on the bed, after awhile you'd hear the door. Then feel the mattress caving slightly as he moves his cold body in behind yours. His arm would slip around you, and he'd gently press his chest to your back and his face into the back of your neck.

- "I'm so sorry, Y/N. How can I make this better?"

- He would pepper your skin in soft kisses, mumbling how much he loves you and how sorry he is that he hadn't been able to help you.

- Speaking of "I love you", he is definitely the one who said it first.

- You would've been blindsided too. It was another day of enjoying eachothers presence, and out of the silence he'd look at you longingly and mumble an 'I think I love you.' It'd be so soft at first you'd have to ask him to repeat himself.

- If he could, he'd be blushing. Instead you catch him avert his eyes, press his lips together and tense his hands. Then he'd look at you, soften his mouth and say; "I love you, Y/N"

- He is an extremely attentive partner.

- As in, he picks up on the things you like, you don't like, your mannerisms and expressions. He would have you figured out so fast it'd be startling at first.

- His memory is sharp, he remembers things you say, even in passing.

- Edward's love language is definitely affirmations, and touch.

- His reciprocal love language is touch.

- Like seriously, he's so touch starved its heart breaking.

- You put your hands on him in any way, and he's a melting, purring mess in your palms. The easiest way to help him relax is shower him in affection, he craves it.

[mandowifey]

Chase.

Edward Dalton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: If you squint a smidge of DubCon/CONnonCon, Creampie, PiV unprotected sex, predator/prey play, rough play, bruising, Edward gets a little OOC (aggressive), reader is AFAB, pre-established relationship, Vampire/Human dynamic.

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The both of you had stability now. With a blood substitute in production, a new law was passed labeling human kind as endangered. Hunting and farming of them was now considered illegal. This was great news for you and Edward both. He no longer felt the need to hide you away in his home, his secret human tucked away for his eyes only. Being liberated, you begged him to go everywhere, but most importantly the park.

While Edward was still overtly cautious, you were thrilled. Once the car parked you were already clamoring out the door and removing your shoes to leave them behind. Your feet touched grass for the first time in what felt like ages, pulling a cry of excitement from your throat. The cool night air coupled with the plush feel of the grass raised goosebumps on your skin. You felt like a child again. Arms extended you twirled and laughed, while Edward lit a cigarette and watched from a couple feet away.

He smiles, admiring how care free you were in the moment, though realizing something was tugging in the back of his throat. It started like a muscle spasm, his legs tensing and fingers twitching as he watches you jump and twirl around. He'd never seen you move so erratically. Pupils tightening, his nose twitched as he pinpointed your scent, his ears now finely attuned to your slamming pulse. The cigarette dangled from his lips as he watches you, his yellow eyes following each jerk and twirl of your body.

Oblivious to Edwards sudden predatory awakening, you squeal and jump. Your hands open and eyes closed, enjoying the breeze and grass beneath your feet. Everything felt alright in the world, and you were radiating with joy. "Edward! Come play with me I'm-" Your eyes find him, tensed and staring. He looks like a wound coil ready to spring. "-huh." You tilt your head and smile. Halting your rotations, you lower your arms and see his eyes tracking you. When you raise them again, they follow. Smirking, you bite your lip.

Even though he was an apex predator, Edward never truly acted like it. Seeing this part of him made something hot begin to pool in your core. He briefly reminded you of a cat watching birds outside a window. You grin and jerk your arms upward suddenly, causing him to jump and tense, his legs moving slightly like he was about to pounce. His lips were parted just slightly, just enough to brandish his fangs. Ahah. He was waiting for you to run. You consider it for just a moment. Edward had never been like this before, and the thrill was too tempting. Tensing your body, the two of you stare until-

-You shout and take off, arms pumping and legs stretching. Hurling yourself across the open grassy plane, you attempt to create a gap between the two of you. Cigarette falling from his mouth, something primal inside Edward activated. He was after you the second you moved, his eyes wide and pupils blowing out as he ran. The grass was slick under his nice shoes, causing a second delay as he tried to get traction. Something in him needed to grab you, needed to hunt you and catch you. He felt unlike himself but more 'alive' than ever. The distance was closing fast, you were out of shape from hiding inside all this time and a mortal with a heart beat and lungs that had to breathe. Just as he was about to lunge you pivot around a tree.

Sliding, his heels dig into the grass and he pushes off, snarling out a laugh of surprise. His yellow eyes glowing as he tore after you once more. You squeal and laugh, breathless from running so fast for so long. "Gonna have to be faster than that!" You taunt between hasty breaths. Edward says nothing, too focused on catching his quarry to hear you.

Eyes darting, you spot a small play area for children. Since the park was empty, you head for it, your legs pumping as hard and fast as they could. You were so close, when suddenly something hard crashes into your side. Air forces itself from your lungs and you hit the ground and roll, gasping noisily. Disoriented, you realize something is on top of you and you look up.

Edward's big yellow eyes stare back at you, the pupils nearly overtaking the irises. His nose twitches as he crawls over your body, scenting your sweat, your excitement of the chase. You laugh and bring your hands up to push his shoulders. "No! No no!" You playfully cry and squirm, your dress riding up your hips as he notched between your legs. The pushing did not deter him. In fact your resistance only spurred him further. He growls as he noses along your jaw, his mouth latching to the pulse in your neck and sucking hard enough to bruise.

"H-hah, s-stop, stop.." You were breathless, jello beneath him. Your pleas were halfhearted, you wanted this and he could smell it. With a growl, he grabs one of your legs and forces it around his hip, his mouth still sucking marks into you. You could feel the brush of his excitement against your thigh, spiking your heart beat. This was a side of him unfamiliar to you. Your sex life was tame, safe, out of fear he may go too far and hurt you. This was an opportunity you wanted to take.

"Get off of me!" You shout suddenly, putting strength behind your movements. It jarred him slightly as you shove and twist your body, the grass under your stomach now as you scramble to claw yourself away. Edward makes a noise in his throat that frightens you. A cold hand wrapped around your ankle and tears you backwards, eliciting a sharp squeal from you. "No! Let me go!" You thrash and writhe, the struggle only ramping him further. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, you see stars as he pushes your head down into the grass to keep you in place.

Between your panting and grunting, you heard the familiar jingle of his belt. Shifting your knees, you stick your ass up for him, presenting yourself. Edward shivers and lets out a soft growl. His cool fingers tug your sopping panties down to your knees, the night air on your hot cunt making you quiver. He uses a knee to force your legs apart, and you feel him nudging and slipping against your soaked pussy. You whine and squirm, whimpering soft 'please' and 'don't', he pretends not to hear you however. Something prods your entrance and forces in. You cry out as your hot walls suck him deep.

With a grunt, he snaps his hips into yours and leans his weight into the hand holding your head down. The pressure hurt, but mixed with him filling your needy cunt, you cant help but groan. Hunkering into you, Edward sets a punishing pace inside your body. Each impact knocking you forward and back, even with him pinning your head. You choke, gasping as his other hand grabs your leg and lifts it, forcing you to balance on one knee and your head. You scream at the new angle, his thick cock ramming into your end.

He didn't slow. He ruts faster and harder than any human could ever hope. Edward grunts and snarls, his eyes glossing over and his hot breath wafting out. You could feel the warm sting of his pre-cum lathering your walls. This man was unhinged, and you were as lost in him as he was you. Your fingers dig into the soft grass as you shriek and keen under him. The thought that anyone could walk by and see you both fucking so openly and obscenely horrified and thrilled you. Your pussy slicked noisily around him, pliant and willing for each bruising thrust he gave into your soft body.

“E-e-d--ee-e--” You babble, hardly able to speak his name. His panting grew louder and he bares his teeth, his jaw clenched and veins showing in his throat. You knew he was close, his thrusts became uneven and his grip was bruising. The heat in your body was spreading, a rushing feeling filling you, threatening to explode out. You scream for him as he brushes your cervix, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you cum, hard. Walls clenching and spasming around him, he rocks hard into you a couple more times before snapping your hips together and groans out. You can feel the throbbing of his cock and the hot, heavy ropes of his cum spurting over your insides, coating you in his essence. Breathing sharply, you begin to relax, blood rushing in your ears from how hard he had you pinned.

It seemed the orgasm knocked him out of his trance, he gave a low rumble and huffs out a couple breaths. Blinking his eyes back to normal, he looks down at the space you two were joined and gasps, quickly pulling out and putting himself away. “S-shit Y/N, shit I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, flustered. He could already see your skin starting to bruise. “Oh, no Oh..” He mumbles and pulls up your underwear and fixes your dress. You promptly flop over to the side, still trying to catch your breath. “Y/N, I’m-” “Edward?” “- Yes?” You look up at him, his eyes wide and panicked. “It’s okay.” A smile brushes your face and he seems to relax, only a little.

Leaning forward, he kisses all over your face, adorning you in a small display of affection. You close your eyes and tip your head to catch some of them, but go limp from how sore you felt. “Darling?” You hummed, smiling as you admired the vampire leaning above you. When he catches your eyes, you giggle. “You’re gonna have to carry me back to the car.”