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marvelmusing · 2 years ago

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Tender Loving Care

Part of the Tender Loving Care AU

Pairing: Vampire!Aleksander Morozova x Vampire!Fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: You have an awful migraine, and your human roommate Alina enlists the help of the only vampire she knows - the one you’ve been talking to on a popular supernatural dating site - Aleksander.

Warnings: mentions of blood, reader and Aleksander consume blood (not each other’s), description of vampire turning, reader was turned unintentionally and abandoned by their sire, Aleksander calls the reader milaya and little one and gives off major daddy vibes

Alina’s sequinned dress sparkles in the low light of the apartment, turned down to soften the dull ache in your head.

Being a vampire meant that you were immune to the typical coughs, colds, and general illnesses of humans. It did not mean you were immune to the occasional migraine. With your heightened senses, everything seemed to overwhelm you, and you wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and sleep for a century.

“What are you doing?” You ask her, your brows creasing. “I thought you were staying in tonight.” She slips on her heels, eyeing you with a sheepish expression.

“Don’t be mad at me.” She says, and it’s then that you register the presence of someone else in the apartment.

Aleksander looks even better than the photos on his profile. All natural vampires have an imposing presence, something a turned vampire like you will always be lacking. His hair is combed back casually, dark eyes focused intently on the bottle in his hands. Not to mention his scent. Saints, does he smell good.

When he lifts his attention to you, it takes everything in you not to melt into a puddle at his feet. His eyes roam over every inch of you, and you would be embarrassed at the state you must be in - messy hair, casual clothes that never leave the house, dark circles under your eyes from your sleepless night - but you’re too distracted by the bottle in his hands.

“Alina tells me you’re a fan of AB Positive. A little too sweet for my tastes, but each to their own.” You watch the red liquid as it falls from the lip of the bottle into one of your glasses, swallowing hard at the sound and scent of it.

You had a few bottles of blood in the fridge, but your migraine had made you fussy, and you hadn’t wanted any of the kind you had in. Being human, Alina couldn’t buy from the local blood bank, and you wouldn’t want to subject her to that even if she could. He sways the glass enticingly, watching your reaction.

“It’s still fresh.” He says softly, as if he’s coaxing you towards him like a frightened animal. Part of you feels that way, you had always relied on yourself for your meals. This was odd in some sense.

Unable to focus on anything but the glass in his hand, you stumble forwards, standing much closer to him than you intended as you take the glass eagerly to your lips. You drink hurriedly, red staining your mouth as you gulp it down. The sudden rush of blood in your body has you wobbling slightly, and Aleksander’s hand reaches out to steady you.

When you lower the glass he curls his fingers around yours, taking it from you as you try to catch your breath.

“You should take better care of yourself, little fledgling.”

“I’m not a fledging.” He raises a brow at you with an unconvinced expression. Of course, he already knows how old you are, but you feel the need to argue. “I’m nearly two hundred.”

His expression softens as he teases in a cooing voice,

“Little baby.”

Blood flushes to your cheeks, and you relish in the warmth of your flustered state after being cold all day. From the look of the smirk touching the corner of his mouth, you know he can smell it.

Alina picks her purse up from the kitchen counter, watching the two of you from a distance.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.” She wrings her purse in her hands for a moment. “It’s just I don’t know any other vampires, and you’d told me you liked him, so I thought I’d ask him to come over.”

Aleksander’s eyes don’t stray from you at Alina’s revelation. She must have used your phone when you were dozing on the couch, messaging Aleksander to pick up something from the nearest blood bank.

The two of you had met on an exclusive vampire dating site, and had yet to have an in-person meeting. You had messaged each other quite a bit, and you really liked Aleksander, but the two of you had yet to meet face to face - until now.

“It’s okay Lina, thank you.”

“Will you be alright?” As well as asking whether you’re comfortable with Aleksander, you know she’s actually asking if you’re content with her going out tonight.

“Course. Please be careful though.”

“I will.” She assures you, grinning as she slides her charmed pepper spray into her purse that repels all manner of supernatural creatures - from ghouls and demons to werewolves and vampires.

She presses a kiss to your cheek, and you curl your fingers briefly around her forearm in a reassuring squeeze as her perfume fills your senses.

“She’s just as you described her.” Aleksander observes as the front door of your apartment shuts behind Alina. In the hallway you hear the jingle of keys as she locks the door, and the click of her heels as she heads down the stairs.

You smile softly at the mention of your roommate. Alina was a sweet girl, who has quickly become the closest friend you’ve had in quite a while. She embraces everyone she meets and, despite being human, is always eager to visit supernatural-inclusive clubs and bars to which she often drags you along to.

“Thank you for coming.” You tell him softly, before you add in a small voice, “You didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I wanted to come.”

The two of you look each other over for what feels like an exceptionally long moment.

Then your stomach growls, and the scent of something sugary catches your attention. You peer your head around his body, searching for the source of the sweet fragrance sitting on your kitchen counter.

“Did you bring chocolate?” You ask him. He smiles softly before nodding.

“And some dinner, if you’re feeling up to it?” You nod eagerly, despite wondering what an older vampire like Aleksander considers to be dinner.

A wince twists your features as you move to follow him further into the kitchen, as a sharp pain digs into your temples. Aleksander notices immediately.

“Go sit down.” He orders you gently, nodding towards the small nest of cushions and blankets you had created on the couch.

Doing as he says, you settle back down on the couch and watch him as he opens up a bag filled with small cardboard boxes with some sort of takeout inside them. The scent is unfamiliar, but delicious.

The blood Aleksander had given you has you feeling a lot more relaxed, and your eyes flutter closed as you lean your head against the back of the couch, pulling a fluffy blanket further up your body. At the scent of blood, you perk up, and Aleksander holds out a glass to you.

Smiling shyly, you thank him and take a sip. With most of your thirst sated, you’re able to let the taste linger on your tongue as Aleksander sets his own glass down on the coffee table. Then he’s heading back to the kitchen for your food.

From the scent of it, he had picked out one of the bottles in your fridge for his drink. Nose wrinkling, you call out to him.

“You drink your blood cold?”

Hearing the disgust in your voice, he chuckles.

“I have no particular preference.” He returns with two plates in hand and sets them down on the table in front of you. “I spent a hundred or so years at my grandfather’s castle, where he kept his vintages in the cellar. I soon learnt to like it cold.”

He picks up his glass, taking a sip of it before he offers it to you.

“Would you like to try it?”

You shake your head hurriedly, and he breathes out a soft laugh.

“Don’t tell me you’re the type to reheat your blood in the microwave?” He teases. The food he has laid out looks incredible, and you immediately pick up a fork as you eye your options.

“How else am I supposed to do it?” Now it’s his turn for his nose to wrinkle in displeasure.

“On the stovetop like a civilised person.” He watches with a small smile as you tuck into the food, its only then that he joins in with you.

“But that takes forever.” You protest with a small pout and he shakes his head at you with fake exasperation that makes you giggle as you scoop up more food. “Where did you get this from?” You ask him, frowning at the distinctly familiar taste of iron as you chew.

“A friend of mine owns a takeout shop, catered to our kind. They use a variety of different animal bloods to flavour typical human dishes.”

“Lots of vampires don’t like human food.” You say, stating an observation you had made based on what limited interactions you’ve had with your fellow vampires. Aleksander nods in agreement.

“Which is why Nina’s food is so popular, it gives us the chance to appear human without eating something we don’t particularly enjoy.” A satisfied sound hums in your throat as you continue to eat with widened eyes, amazed by the flavour.

Vampires didn’t need to eat human food; human blood alone was enough to sustain you. But vampires who stopped eating human food became the stereotypical image of vampires that you often see in the old human folktales - a pale, wrinkled being, with glowing red eyes and gnarled claws. Not something you were eager for, besides, you were one of the few who rather enjoyed human food.

“It’s really good.” You tell him. Aleksander smiles widely, ducking his head as he swallows a mouthful of food.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Will you tell me more about your friends?”

“Well, there’s Nina, who runs the shop with her husband, Matthias.” He leans back with his glass in hand, his fingers brushing against your shoulder as he drapes his arm over the back of the couch. “Nina is a fair bit older than you, and I’ve known Matthias for several hundreds of years.” When he notices your frown he adds, “Matthias is a demon.”

You’ve met a few demons before, but in all honesty you tried to avoid them, keeping your eyes fixed on the floor if you passed one on the street. Despite being nearly two hundred years old, you had yet to grow into your strength which often made you feel vulnerable among more powerful creatures.

Aleksander is the first one you’ve felt truly safe with.

“Ivan is my oldest friend, he met and turned his husband Fedoyr around six hundred years ago. The four of us tend to stick together whenever we move somewhere, though there’s little need for such a thing in this day and age.” You nod in acknowledgement.

Around the time when you were turned, opinions regarding supernatural beings were changing. Whilst plenty of people still viewed your kind as monsters, times change, and in the present day it was safe for you to walk the streets without fear of being hunted down and burnt at the stake.

Once you've eaten your fill, you settle back on the couch, feeling full and warm for the first time in a while. Aleksander tilts his head, watching as you shift in your seat, trying to get comfortable in spite of your aching muscles.

“Would you like to come closer, milaya?” You look over at him, and nod before you shuffle closer.

He doesn’t need to alter his position, simply allowing you to tuck yourself into the space between his chest and the arm resting on the couch. His body is warm, he must have fed recently, and his scent is much stronger near his neck. You rest your forehead against his shoulder, and he cradles the back of your head delicately. He moves his fingers lightly over the nape of your neck as he continues to talk.

“Occasionally Genya and David return from overseas. Being a siren, Genya doesn’t enjoy being far from the sea, and David’s soul is bound to the ocean after dying in a wreck three hundred years ago.”

“Sounds like you have quite the collection.” You remark with a soft smile, your words slightly muffled against his chest. Aleksander’s life sounds vastly different from your own. For one, yours seems much emptier.

Aleksander mirrors your smile as he thinks about your words. The atmosphere is quiet and comfortable as his fingers maintain their gentle motions against your skin. Until they dip lower than before, grazing a sensitive area, and you stiffen. He notices immediately.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly, but your voice is too high and strained to be believable. Aleksander looks at you with concern in his eyes.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.” You hesitate with a small sigh before you tell him, “Your thumb just caught my scar, and it startled me. That's all.”

“Your scar?”

“From when I was turned.”

“There’s a scar?” Confusion fills your features as you look at him with a frown, before you ask tentatively,

“Should there not be?” He shakes his head.

“Your sire can’t have given you enough of their blood.”

“I- He didn’t- He didn't give me anything.” There’s a pause as Aleksander seems to consider something, and he sets his empty glass down carefully.

“You mean he left you?” You nod, swallowing down the emotions that are rising up your throat.

“May I see it?” He asks softly. You nod again, tilting your head aside to show him your neck, running your fingers over where the bite shaped scar sits on your skin.

Silence falls between you both as Aleksander studies the mark. You’ve never shown anyone your scar. Your voice shakes a little as you make a quiet admission.

“I don’t think he meant to turn me.”

“I’m inclined to agree with you.” You frown at him. “Do you feel this artery?” His fingertip trails down the length of your throat, along your pulse, and you nod. “That’s where I would bite you, if I was intending on turning you.”

Something inside you aches at the thought of Aleksander being the one to turn you. He traces his way down your neck again, and you're entranced by the feeling as he circles his thumb over your scar, sending a fuzzy sensation up your spine that settles in your head.

“Your sire almost missed the artery. He just to say pricked it.” He says the word sire tersely, as he doesn’t believe the man who turned you deserves such a title. His voice softens as he adds, “Your turning must have been very painful.” You nod with glassy eyes.

It had been painful. Left alone, bleeding in a dark alleyway, knowing you should bleed out any moment. But you kept bleeding, and you just wouldn’t die no matter how much you prayed. It hurt so much, your body changing faster than your frightened mind could process. Senses heightened, the sound of your own heart pounding in your chest had been too much to bear, let alone the raindrops hitting the ground around you like mallets, or the metallic scent of your blood that had threatened to choke you.

Gentle hands coax you away from your memories. Aleksander guides you into straddling his lap, so that he can watch your expression carefully in order to keep you grounded in the present.

“It’s alright, little one. You’re safe now.” He murmurs softly as he smooths his hands over your thighs comfortingly.

Sniffling, you can’t help but bury yourself against his chest, clinging to Aleksander for as long as he will let you. In response, he wraps his arms around you, keeping you pressed into his warmth, breathing in his scent. He smells like sharp berries, as well as something masculine and safe, a soft cologne that compliments the scent of his skin perfectly.

“I have a proposition for you.” He says in a low voice and you feel his chest vibrate with each word. You hum in acknowledgement, encouraging him to continue. “You’re tired and in pain, I don’t expect any sort of answer now. Only for you to listen to me.”

Tilting your head upwards, you look up at his face, only to find him looking down at you. Your cheeks warm when his eyes meet yours, and you give him a timid nod.

“I’m offering to claim you. Do you know what that means, milaya?” His tone is gentle and understanding. He sounds ready to explain absolutely anything to you, and you feel no shame when you shake your head.

“It’s something a sire would do, creating a bond between the two of you, to provide you with someone to look after you after your turning.”

“But I’ve already been turned, for a long time now.”

“I know, and you’ve done remarkably well on your own.” Something warm stirs in your chest at the sound of his praise. “I’m only offering to give you what your sire should have.” He smooths his hand over the back of your head as he speaks. “I could introduce you to some other vampires, take you to a feeding den, and teach you to drink from a human.”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course, among other things. Then, once you feel better adjusted, we can part ways if you want.” Your fingers tighten as they grasp onto the front of his sweater, and he chuckles softly. “Or not. I will only leave when you ask me to.” He assures you, placing a warm hand on one of your clenched fists.

“Would you teach me how to make blood tea?” You mumble against his chest, eyes drooping with peaceful exhaustion. His only response is a bemused,

“Hm?”

You nod sleepily.

“Yeah, I can never get the quantities right.”

He chuckles softly, and you feel his arms loop under your legs as he stands, cradling your body against his chest as he moves towards the bedroom where your scent is the strongest.

“Let’s get you to bed, little one.”

Soon you’re being slid under your bedcovers and you hum contentedly as your body sinks into the mattress. Aleksander tucks you in, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Will you stay?” Your words are quiet, filled with a fragile hope that blooms into relief when you hear his shoes hit the floor, one after the other.

“Of course, milaya. How else will I make you a blood tea in the morning?” He teases, and the corner of your mouth quirks despite your closed eyes.

Aleksander slips under the covers, and immediately you roll over to cuddle into his side, drawing in deep lungfuls of his scent. He nuzzles his nose against the top of your head, breathing deeply as well.

“Night, Aleksander.”

“Sweet dreams, little one.”

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crazylilmonster · 3 years ago

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What If They Were Vampires? Part 1

Note: I should probably mention that I don’t usually write ‘normal’ stuff like what you can read on my blog. I absolutely adore supernatural and all that jazz so I can’t help it especially because it’s October. I might have went a bit overboard with this so it’s a bit long. So uh… enjoy?

Pairing: (aged up!) Wakasa Imaushi x shy female reader

Description: The humanity knows about vampires. It is also a common knowledge that the vampire bite gives humans the most pleasurable feeling in the world which has them coming within seconds.

Contains: Biting, blood drinking, fingering (fem receiving), non sexual use of the word mommy (once), squirting, swearing, overstimulation, breeding

Disclaimer: This is not for anyone who can’t handle what was mentioned above and especially minors. I’m aware that some of the under aged ducklings might still read this so please do not repeat any of the acts mentioned here. Practice safe sex and avoid alcohol, cigarettes and drugs, your body is still growing so please keep it healthy.

Thank you so much for reading and if you want me to write about any other vampire Tokyo revengers character my requests are open.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Shorts 1 (Toman)

Masterlist

Wakasa Imaushi

Only rich and powerful vampires have the privilege to drink blood straight form humans on a daily basis and Wakasa Imaushi is one of those. He lived on this world for good three centuries and to be frank he is bored with his immortal life. There is almost nothing he hasn’t experienced at least once so when he saw you nervously playing with the hem of your skirt in the private room he couldn’t help himself but let out a bored sigh.

You didn’t even notice him coming in the room but the moment he cleared his throat you shoot your head up and spoke up; “Hello, my name is…”

“I don’t need your name princess.” He interrupted you. His lilac half lidded eyes were practically analyzing your appearance in silence. “I’m assuming this is your first time letting someone suck your blood for money.” He spoke up.

He was beautiful to say the least. He wore beige and black corset vest with beautiful flower like design under which was a white shirt and a tie matching the corset in color. His pants were jet black and fit on his so tightly that you would bet everything in your bank account that his ass was the first thing people looked at when he passed them by.

He was also quite feminine in build and face, his long striped hair was tied into a ponytail with lose strand of purple and blond framing his face. A lollipop stick was hanging out of his mouth. He looked bored out of his mind and you had no idea what to say to make him change his expression.

“Yes.”

He took a lollipop out of his mouth. “What’s your blood type?”

“AB negative…” You answered timidly.

His eyebrows rose a bit in surprise. One of the things he never tried was the very same blood type you had. After all it was the rarest blood type in the world. “Do you mind if I sample it?” He questioned while placing his unfinished lollipop into an ashtray on the table which was separating the two of you in a dimly lit room.

Thanks to a nice woman behind the counter in the lobby you knew what he meant. You extended your hand closer to him. He grabbed a small pack from the bucket standing next to the ashtray. He ripped the package with his teeth and took out a long and sharp needle out of it. He lowered himself on one knee in front of you; his face was so close to your hand that you had to resist the urge to touch it.

His attention turned to you as he was waiting for your approval to prick your finger. You gave him a confirming nod and the male swiftly poked your finger making it sting a bit. He ran the needle over his stuck out tongue.

When he felt the droplet of your blood on his tongue he covered his mouth with a free hand. He looked up at you with a strange look in his eyes which you couldn’t distinguish? Was your blood so disgusting that it made him want to throw up?

“Is it not to your liking?”

“That’s not it.” He sat on a red velvet couch next to you. “You know what to do when you start feeling dizzy don’t you princess?” Was he mocking you?

“I ask you to stop?” You confirm.

“And if I don’t stop?” a small smirk made its way into the corner of his lips.

“Then I press this?” You showed him a small remote with a red button on it which will signal the front desk about your situation. “But they told me that you never take too much.” You remember the words of the woman from the counter. Did she lie just to reassure you?

“Did they also tell you that I have small fangs?” He opened his mouth slightly showing of a pair of almost blindingly white fangs which were about two to three centimeters long.

“Yeah…”

His smirk grew bigger because of your reactions. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes…”

His slender and long fingers got a hold of your chin making you look at him. His bored expression turned into fascinated one as he was observing you. “Would you be comfortable if you sat in my lap?” He questioned while loosening his tie with his free hand and completely taking it off.

“Um…”

He pulled you by your hips onto his lap in a straddling position. “Uncomfortable?”

“No…”

“Good, now princess take this off.” He gestured to your shirt and you could feel your cheeks warming up. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” He reassured you while a small smirk forming in the corner of his lips. “You don’t want the blood to get on it don’t you?”

Following his command you took of your shirt staying in only a semi lacy white bra. “You can touch me if you want…” He leaned closer to your collar bone placing a kiss on it and making you shiver. His hands remained on your waist slowly and barely noticeable massaging your lower back to make you relax. It worked. These were the hands of a stranger of who you didn’t even know the name of but it felt calming and refreshing in a strange way.

You hesitantly placed your hands on his shoulders. With your touch which wasn’t even touching his bare skin but it still made him hold in a breath. There was just something about you, your smell, the way your skin tasted on his tongue or just your shy demeanor which let him do whatever he wanted with you.

He grazed your skin with his fangs making you shiver. It was a strange feeling to say the least. “Breathe…” He reminded you and with embarrassment painting your cheeks you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. “It won’t hurt. Do you want me to count down?"

He was unexpectedly considerate. “If you don’t mind…”

“Ten… Nine… Eight…” His voice seemed so relaxing in your ear. “Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”

With that his fangs priced your skin. It hurt as much as it did when he poked your finger with the needle practically nothing at all. After the second long pain you felt it. What everyone has been talking about after experiencing the bite from a vampire. The pleasure was out of this world, unreal…

Without realizing your hands knitted themselves into his hair, your eyes fluttered closed and the heat in between your legs became unbearable. Your release was almost there, just another second, right there…

He moved your drenched underwear aside allowing his slender fingers to cress your slit. You didn’t notice his hand moving from your waist to in between your legs well not until he touched you. The heel of his palm was stimulating your clit while he shoved two of his fingers inside you.

“Hmpf…” You covered your mouth with your hand to prevent too much noise coming out of it but your hand was swiftly removed from your mouth and placed back into his hair.

The fangs left your shoulder and he leaned back staring at your reddening cheeks. His fingers were still inside you. “You don’t cum as easily as I thought you would.” He spoke up. “Or could it be that you are waiting for permission?” His smirk returned to the corners of his slightly swollen lips. “You can cum princess.” He whispered in your ear.

Like it was a spell the moment those words left his mouth you felt your continuously building release finally coming to you. You finished on his fingers within milliseconds with a loud moan.

His fingers left your drenching cunt making you feel empty. Should you offer him a tissue to wipe it off? As you were about to speak up you saw him licking his fingers clean. “Wha-?” you were stunned, couldn’t move nor even process what he was doing.

“I want to fuck you.” He said bluntly making you widen your eyes in surprise.

“What…?”

“Was I not clear enough? Or do I have to simplify?” He was definitely mocking you now. “I can do that if you don’t understand.” He brought his face closer to you. “I want my dick inside your cunt, are you okay with that or no?”

You stayed quiet not sure what to answer him. He sighed and undid the front of his beige and black corset vest together with the buttons of his shirt exposing his slender yet toned chest to you.

Your stare was right on his chest making him smirk slightly wider. “Can I take that as a yes?” He proceeded to unbutton his pants and lowering them with his boxers exposing probably the prettiest dick in whole existence.

Shutting your eyes closed in embarrassment you could hear a quiet chuckle. He raised you’re hips just enough so he could rub the tip of his erection against your clit. “You want this princess?” He whispered against your ear making you shiver. You could only timidly nod at his question.

It was strange. You would have never done this with a stranger but ever since he bit you, you just felt so hot! Like your body was burning and the only thing that could cool you down was his skin.

He guided your hips lowering them on his full length. “Fuck…” He bottomed out the moment he was completely inside you. His was panting from the tight walls squeezing him. No virgin he had sex with was so tight he could barely move, yet another first.

Half lidded lilac eyes looked up at yours. “I want to kiss you.” He spoke up in between his heavy breaths.

“No…”

He was stunned at your words. You let him do anything so far why not a kiss? Women like you are usually romantic so he couldn’t find a reason why would you deny him. “Why not?”

“You’ll hurt me with the fangs.”

Chuckle escaped his mouth. “Even if it feels good?” His slender fingers held you by the back of your neck. “It won’t hurt, promise…” He reassured you.

You leaned in closer to the male barely a centimeter away from his lips. He took the initiative by pressing his soft lips against yours and gently piercing your lover lip with his fangs. You proceeded to move your hips on his lap giving the both of you the needed friction.

He was drunk on pleasure and the taste of your blood. The sweetness suited his tastes so perfectly that he questioned himself if the God had mercy on his sinful soul letting him feel something again.

Moving away from him you could feel a droplet of blood falling from your lips and running down your chin. He quickly swiped the droplet from your chin whit his thumb before it had the chance to fall and licked it. In the heat of the moment you pressed your lips onto his again but he didn’t bit you, instead his tongue started exploring your mouth while you bounced on his dick.

It was addicting, it was perfect and it was the feeling you will never forget in your life. His thumb lowered all the way to your clit pressing it and making your legs quiver. Your muffled moans were the music to his ears and your cunt was the cure to his boredom.

“That’s it princess make me cum…” He said through the clenched teeth the moment his lips left yours.

“C-can… ah… y-y-you… cu-m… Hmpf….” You were mumbling in between your moans.

He smirked. “Where do you want me to cum? Hm...?” His hands were on your ass helping you move faster as both your releases were approaching.

“In-ins-ide….” You stuttered.

He let out a laugh at your request. Such innocent little girl wanted her cunt stuffed full with vampire cum. It almost made him lose his mind. “But I don’t have a condom… you’ll be the mother of my children then.” He mocked.

You were fucked out of your mind you didn’t understand what he was saying. Only mumbling incoherent sentences from the pleasure your insides and clit were receiving. “You want that princess? You want me to make you a mommy?” He was smirking widely, a condescending look glimmering in his eyes and you didn’t even notice. “So be it…”

He slammed his hips up into yours reaching that sweet spot which made you practically squirt on his lower abdomen. He didn’t have to slam into you again. He came inside you just from looking at you squirt all over him.

You collapsed onto his chest panting like you just ran a marathon. “Fuck...” He mumbled as he took his softening cock out of you. “Behind the door to the left is a bathroom so you can clean up.” He informed you while picking you up and gently placing back on the couch.

As he was looking at your fucked out frame he decided to be extra nice and clean up most of the mess the two of you made. He wetted a small towel in the bathroom cleaning his chest and dick first. Rinsing the towel of all the juices and pulling his pants back up he made his way back to you cleaning up your inner thighs and in between your legs. The spilled blood was licked by him and it made your body twitch from the overstimulation.

He could only smirk because of your reactions. “Shower when you get to your senses.” He smirked at you. “And tell me your name.”

“I thought… I thought you didn’t need it?”

“Now I do.” He squatted in front of you like an adult would when they would talk to a child.

“It’s (Y/N) (L/N).” You answered finally ‘waking up’ from a fucked out state he put you in.

“Wakasa Imaushi. Don’t let anyone drink your blood from now on okay?” He said.

“What…? Why?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion.

He could only smirk at you. “Because you’re mine now princess… I can’t let just anyone touch a precious little thing like you now can I?” He cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand. “I’ll call you later so we could arrange everything but you’ll be mine won’t you?”

“I-“

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He interrupted you giving you a wink which made your cheeks heat up. “Now… duty calls, clean up and eat something recommended to replace the blood you just lost.” He rose back up to his full height buttoning up his shirt and corset vest only to realize that it loosened. He rolled his eyes because of the inconvenience his clothing gave him now of all times. You noticed his annoyance and it made you wonder if you should offer your assistance.

“I can tighten it for you if you want?” You spoke up and he turned his attention back to you.

“How do you think I got it on in the first place?” He mocked as he untied the bow in the back. Your blushing cheeks made him chuckle. “Knock yourself out.” He turned his back to you.

While you got up and made your way to him, Wakasa fixed his ponytail and waited for you. You got a hold of the stings of his corset vest and proceeded to tighten them. He didn’t even flinch only occasionally sparing you a glance. “You don’t have to be so careful princess, I’m not made of glass.” He mocked.

With that mentality you kept at it until he stopped you and told you to tie the bow. You did as you were told and handed him the tie he took off a while ago. “You’re already acting like a wife.” He smirked. “I didn’t even say the magic words.” He winked at you as he grabbed his lollipop from the ashtray and left the room.

At the front desk he made sure that no one should enter the room where the two of you have just been until you leave. He also got all the information he needed to contact you and forbid the worker to pair you with anyone.

“What’s this Wakasa? You actually like someone?” She mocked.

He only spared her a glare as he left the establishment. You came out of the room fifteen minutes later completely cleaned up and refreshed and were surprised to see a woman from before smirking at you like she knew everything that happened in that room.

“What did you do to him?” She leaned on the counter awaiting your response like she was gossip starved.

“I… I didn’t do anything.” Your face turned red like a chili pepper. “You also said his fangs weren’t that long.”

“He is also done in less than five minutes but he took his time with you? I wonder why?”

“How does that have to do anything with the size of his fangs?”

The woman only chuckled. “Don’t you know? Our fangs size depends on how attracted we are to the person or how hungry we are. He ate yesterday so he is definitely not hungry, at least for blood.” She eyed you up and down and gave you a wink.

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onceuponastory · 3 years ago

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bloodlust - vampire!steve kemp x reader

Plot: During her shift at the hospital, Y/N realises that some of the blood bags from the blood bank are going missing. The intriguing and attractive surgeon Steve Kemp offers to help her find out the truth. Little does Y/N know however, that by letting Steve help, she’ll soon find out a surprising fact about him...and herself. || I can’t find the link to the OG post but there was a list of vampire prompts and one of them was this one. Also there’s no Fresh spoilers in this, don’t worry. Pairing: Vampire!Steve Kemp x Female Reader. Warnings: Well, it’s a vampire fic, so mentions of death, blood, the drinking of blood (including the enjoyment of drinking blood), and neck biting. The usual vampire stuff basically. Also some dubcon. Nothing sexual, but Steve mentions how vampires have a power over humans to get them to do what they want, and that power is used in this fic. Also a few mentions of Y/N thinking she’s hallucinating or going crazy, and a few surgery mentions, just in case. Nothing too explicit/gory, but still 18+ only please.

Walking down the hallways of the hospital she works in, Y/N sighs. This is her fourth night shift in a row, and she’s so fucking tired. When her boss Serena asked for someone to go to the blood bank to check if the blood was there for tomorrow’s surgeries, Y/N volunteered, hoping that having something to do would stop her from being so fucking bored. Of course, she loves her job as a nurse and making a difference in the lives of others, but the past few nights, the hospital has been pretty empty - which of course, is a good thing - but she’s still been bored out of her mind. Y/N enters the blood bank and walks around the fridges. Her body shivers slightly. This place always gives her the creeps. Sure, a room full of blood isn’t exactly the most relaxing place to be, but there’s something else in the air. Something she can’t put her finger on yet, despite how weird she feels. But, she brushes it off, trying to find the fridge she needs. When she does, she opens it, her eyes scanning down to find the right shelf.

“A positive...B negative...O negative...” She mumbles, checking each pack off on her little list. “AB positive.” She checks, but there’s no sign of it. Frowning, she checks again, then triple checks. No sign of it. She checks the shelves below. Nope, still no sign of it. She frowns. How is it missing? She helped organise this, and she knows that the blood was put in, ready for the surgeries. So where the fuck is it? She checks a few more times, but it’s still not there. She works her way through the rest of the list. To her surprise, at least three other bags are missing. Frowning, she leaves the blood bank and heads back to Serena to explain the situation.

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“What?” Serena blinks incredulously after hearing Y/N’s worried explanation. Another of Y/N’s co-workers stifles a laugh. Y/N’s heart sinks. Of course, she knows this whole thing sounds ridiculous, but she swears it’s true.

“Seriously! Some blood packs are missing! And they’ve not been signed out or anything. I think you should come to check them.”

“Yeah, Serena, don’t let the blood thief get away with this!” Her co-worker teases, and Serena clearly tries to stifle her own laugh. Y/N frowns. Even though she knows how dumb it sounds, she thinks she at least deserves someone to hear her out. And besides, if blood is going missing, this is serious. What else could be going missing? Body parts? Machines?

“No, I’m serious!” She argues, ignoring the other titters and comments of ‘Yeah, right.’ “Serena, can you at least come check?” Serena sighs, rolling her eyes.

“Y/N. This hospital is huge. There’s at least a hundred staff working in this department alone. Do you think we can keep an eye on all of them? It’s natural for some things to go missing.”

“But four blood packs? That’s a bit weird, don’t you think?” Serena shakes her head.

“Not really. I think you’re overreacting or just imagining things.” She admits, her voice softer, laced with concern. “Sweetheart. In all my years here, so many things have gone missing. I’m sure it’s nothing. And besides...this is your fourth nightshift in a row, right? Once this one is done, you’re off for a few days, aren’t you?” Y/N frowns, nodding.

“Yeah, but-” She stops herself, suddenly realising what she’s about to be asked.

“Maybe you just need some sleep. Or some coffee.” And there it is. Y/N shakes her head. She knows what she saw, and she definitely wasn’t tired. “Tell you what. Why don’t you go grab yourself some coffee or take a break for a bit before seeing if you can find something to do? I’m sure one of the surgeons needs someone like you to do something for them.”

“But-” Y/N tries to argue again, but Serena gently shoves her towards the elevators. Sighing, Y/N enters one of the elevators, pressing the button to take her to the break room. “I’m not fucking crazy. I’m not tired either.” She tells herself. But maybe in some way, Serena is right. Maybe sitting down and collecting her thoughts will help her feel much better. Perhaps even a cup of her hospital’s shitty cheap coffee will help too. But then again, she’s not sure if anything will calm her down by this point.

She enters the break room, thankfully finding it empty. She heads straight for the machine, watching as it fills one of those cheap plastic cups with coffee. Once it’s full, she sits down at a free table, holding her head in her hands and groaning.

“What’s up with you?” A voice asks, pulling Y/N out of her panicky state and making her jump slightly. She turns towards the source of the voice. When she sees who it is, she sighs. Of course, there’s someone in here with her. And of course, it has to be him who’s in here. Steve fucking Kemp. Steve works as a plastic surgeon at the hospital, and he’s a damn good surgeon. But he likes to use that fact to act like he’s god’s gift to women because of it, and Y/N knows that he relishes in the number of doctors and nurses fawning over him. It’s not that she’s saying that they’re wrong to fawn over him, because Y/N would be lying if she said that Steve Kemp wasn’t fucking gorgeous or that she wouldn’t love to wake up in his bed one morning. There’s some kind of alluring, mysterious energy that he exerts, something that works wonders on all the women Steve happens to encounter. Including Y/N. So she doesn’t hate Steve, not in the slightest...she just wishes he wasn’t so fucking arrogant. Steve looks her over, peering up from his coffee cup. “Y/N? I asked you what’s wrong.” She shakes her head, running a hand through her hair.

“It’s...it’s nothing. I think I’m just hallucinating. I’ve been working a lot of nightshifts recently. Serena’s right.” Steve quirks an eyebrow.

“You sure? It doesn’t sound like nothing. Come on.” He gestures to the empty seat opposite him. Y/N’s cheeks flush, and she sits across from Steve. As soon as she looks over at Steve, she can feel that alluring energy again. Her heart rate rises. Steve smiles. “Tell me all about it. I won’t judge. I promise.” She stays quiet. Maybe Serena’s right. She’s just tired and imagining things. In that case, it’s definitely not a good idea to tell the hot doctor that she thinks people have been stealing blood from the blood bank, especially when she’s not even sure that’s what’s happening herself. “Y/N...” Steve trails off. But then again, it would be nice to know that she isn’t going insane. And if Steve has to be the one she tells, then so be it.

“I think someone has been stealing the blood packs from our blood bank.” She gasps. Steve frowns.

“You think...someone stole some blood?” He repeats, sounding incredibly confused. “Y/N, not to be a dick, but...we’re in a hospital. Are you sure someone didn’t just take it for surgery and forgot to sign it out? We have hundreds of bags and multiple surgeries a day. It’s natural for one or two to ‘disappear’ occasionally.” Y/N’s heart sinks. He thinks she’s crazy.

“Well, I went to check on them before the surgery tomorrow, but there was a few missing. Four, I think. And I don’t think there were any other surgeries today, so I don’t know where it could’ve gone. I mean, I could be imagining it, but...” She explains, wringing her hands nervously. But, to her surprise, Steve nods.

“I see. Well, why don’t we go check together?” He asks. Y/N frowns. Is he saying this to be nice or just to patronise her? But her anxiety about the situation and her desire to be believed overrides her confusion, and she nods.

Steve leads her to the blood bank. As they step inside, Y/N feels something weird in the air once again. Something she still can’t put her finger on. As Steve looks around, she starts freaking out a little. Oh god, what if she is going crazy? What if Steve thinks she’s crazy? Steve walks around the room, glancing at each pack on the shelf. “Well, it looks like everything’s ordinary here. Do you remember which fridge had some packs missing?” She nods, and leads him to it. But, to both her and Steve’s surprise, there doesn’t seem to be any missing.

“W-Wait, but I swear there were some missing! This one was almost half empty!” She insists. Steve sighs, shaking his head.

“Well, it looks like they’re all here.” He looks at her, concern filling his blue eyes. “You know Y/N...” He begins, sounding pitiful. Y/N sighs. Here it comes. “Maybe you do just need some sleep. Want to take a nap in the on-call room for an hour or two? I don’t have any surgeries or anything. I could keep an eye on your patients for you. I know it’s only half 12, but his place isn’t exactly jumping at this time of night.” He offers. He leans in close. “You’re just tired, and you just need to sleep. You’ll feel so much better afterwards.” He tells her, so close that Y/N can almost feel his breath on her cheek. She nods. He’s right. She just needs to sleep.

“Thanks, Steve.” She smiles, gently patting his back as she leaves, heading towards the rest room. As she walks towards the room, she curses herself. How could she be so stupid? Now she’s embarrassed herself once again. She yawns. She didn’t even realise she was so tired, but at least she can take a break for an hour or two. Entering the on-call room, she lays down on one of the beds. She can feel her eyes starting to close almost as soon as she hits the pillow. God, she must be more tired than she thought. Just one hour nap...that’s all she needs. The last thought occupying her mind before she falls asleep entirely is Steve and the way he looks at her. It was quite intimidating...but there was something about it that seemed...strange. But then, she drifts into dreamland, her fears about the blood, and her thoughts of Steve all but a distant memory.

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After some time, Y/N slowly begins to stir. She mumbles to herself slightly before reaching over for her phone to check the time. The screen reads 3.53am back at her. Y/N jumps up immediately, now fully awake. “SHIT!” She hisses, rushing out of the room. So much for an hour long nap. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! God, I’m gonna get in so much shit for this.” She hisses, speed walking down the semi-lit hallways. Her footsteps echo across the building, cutting through the silence. God, this place is creepy at night.

Her mind drifts to Steve. Hopefully he managed to make up something to explain her absence. But as she turns down a few more hallways, she notices something odd, which makes her stop in her tracks. There’s a small light flickering in the blood bank. She frowns. Who needs to access the blood bank this late at night? And surely Steve would’ve turned any lights off after he left. Who the fuck is in here with a torch? Oh well, she can just see what’s going on and turn it off. No need to get anyone else in trouble. As she steps into the room, her hand moving towards the light switch, she hears something that makes her stop. It sounds like...slurping? Or like someone is smacking their lips. Her heart rate rises. What the fuck?

But just as soon as she hears it, the noise stops. Despite how much her brain is screaming at her to just turn around and leave, she stays put. She calls out into the darkness of the room: “Hello? Is someone in here? You’re not meant to-” Before she can say another word, however, she hears a voice order:

“It’s you who’s not meant to be in here. You should go.” The voice is low, but she still recognises it immediately. Steve? She quickly hits the switch, causing the room to be flooded with light. Steve hisses, covering his eyes. She steps closer into the room. Her eyes widen when she realises what’s going on. Steve is holding an empty blood pack, with a few empty ones around his feet. A dark red crimson streaks down his chin, dotting his scrubs. She knows what it is immediately. Then again, it’s not like it would take a genius to realise it’s blood. She gasps. Steve’s been taking the blood? To drink?

“Steve, what...” She asks. But then, he opens his mouth, and it all becomes clearer. Steve’s teeth are stained with blood, and two white, pointy fangs sit in the corner of his mouth. Y/N's heart stops, and her blood runs cold. He’s a vampire. She pinches her skin, desperately trying to wake up. This has to be a dream. There’s no way. Vampires don’t exist outside of books and movies. This cannot be real. There’s no fucking way. But yet...here she is, at work with what seems to be one standing right in front of her. Steve looks her over, his gaze cold and angry.

“I thought you were asleep. I told you to go to sleep.” He growls at her. But there’s a strange hypnotising quality to his voice.

“I-I woke up.” She whimpers, her voice shaky. “Steve, it was you who stole the blood? You’re a v-”

“I told you to leave.” He grunts, his voice low. Y/N wants to turn and run, but her feet feel like they’re stuck to the floor. Steve comes closer, and her entire body screams at her to just fucking move...but she can’t. It’s like she’s paralysed by fear. Steve looks her over once more, licking his lips as he does. She hates how she feels when he does that. Sure, all she’s ever wanted is for Steve to look at her like that. But for all she knows, he could be seeing how attractive she is...or sizing her up for a meal. “Now, now. What are we going to do with you, Y/N? Hmm?” Steve asks, licking the blood off his lips and his fangs pointedly. Her entire body shudders. He grins. “God, I can just smell the fear radiating off of you right now...and it’s so fucking hot.” She can tell that she’ll almost start hyperventilating soon, and she tries desperately to stop herself, not wanting to give him any more power over her.

“Steve...just let me go. Please, I-I won’t tell anyone.” Steve scoffs, shaking his head.

“Sorry darling, but I can’t. I can’t risk it.” She tries to turn to run away again, but her body still refuses to move. Steve laughs harshly. “That’s not going to work either. I can be quite...persuasive to the human mind when I want to be. It’s one of my favourite things about being a vampire, actually.” He explains. “It’s why you slept so well back there...if only you had just stayed asleep.” He sighs.

“Steve, please! I won’t-” He cuts her off by placing two fingers under her chin, lifting it up so she can look him in the eye. His skin is ice cold.

“But fuck Y/N, I want to taste you.” He admits. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted since you got here. You’re so gorgeous. And I need you. Only. You.” He whispers, his voice low and guttural again. She gasps softly. This whole time, Steve’s wanted her too? Sure, it was just for her blood, but if she’s being honest...she’s quite excited by the prospect of having the hottest surgeon in the whole building wanting a taste of her. “I tasted a few people, and recently I tried to subside on these...” Steve continues, gesturing to the blood bags surrounding them. “But they could never compare to you. You just smell so good. So...pure. To a vampire, blood like yours is the best tasting blood of all. It’s like liquid fucking gold. And I need it.” He moans. Her cheeks burn. Steve smirks. “Just one little taste, baby...please.”

“But...” She begins. Finding out your blood is like a drug to a vampire is strange, but again, she’d be lying if she wasn’t a little bit intrigued by the prospect. But with all she’s heard about vampires, a part of her is expecting Steve to drain her entire body. And who’s to say she’ll be the only one he does this to? What if he’s lying, and her blood isn’t that special at all?

“Don’t worry...I’ll only take a little. At first, that is.” Steve reassures her. He looks at her, his eyes pleading. She feels that hypnotising energy again. But now, she knows where it’s coming from. Steve. “Please...” He trails off, begging slightly.

“I have a question, Steve.” She asks, and he nods. “If I let you do this...will it just be me?” Steve quirks a brow. “I don’t want you feeding on anyone else. If my blood is so special, I only want you to taste me.” Steve gasps.

“Darling, if you let me taste you, I promise you will be the only one. After all...why waste perfection?” He asks, and she can’t stop a small smile growing onto her face. And so, she nods, signifying to Steve that it’s okay for him to continue. What was that he said about him being persuasive?

Steve grins, and he delicately turns her neck towards him. “You might want to shut your eyes for this bit, sweetheart. Most people I’ve fed on did. But then again, I didn’t really let them live for much longer after that, so I don’t know what the experience is like.” He jokes. Y/N frowns. Does that mean Steve might kill her after all? He fucking lied to her. The dick. But her slight anger soon fades away as Steve suddenly, yet with a little gentleness, bites into her neck. She gasps, jumping slightly. “Shh, shh...it’s alright. Just stay calm.” Steve whispers, and she can feel her worries fading away. God, he really does have some kind of power over her. She can also feel something running down her neck, guessing what it is almost immediately. She glances over at Steve. He looks down at her for a moment, and she can see his pupils dilating with hunger. Before she can even say anything, his mouth returns, and she can feel him beginning to suck and lick up the blood.

And fuck, it feels so good. She can barely contain herself, and she lets out a whimper of “Oh fuck, Steve...” before she can stop herself. Steve removes himself from her neck, grinning.

“Feel good?” He asks, and she nods.

“Go back...please.” She begs, and Steve returns his mouth to her neck, continuing to suck as she moans happily. Part of her feels weird by this. He’s a vampire, a killer...and yet here she is, sinking into his temptations and letting him suck her blood. And she wants him to suck her dry.

“Oh god, babe...you taste delicious.” Steve smirks. Before she can even reply, he presses a kiss to her lips, gently entering his tongue into her mouth. She can taste her blood on his lips and tongue...and she’s surprised at how much she likes the taste and sensation of it. She moans happily again, and Steve chuckles. “Like how you taste?” He asks, and she nods. “I’m not surprised.” Once they pull apart, Steve explains: “Well, the other times I’ve eaten people, it hasn’t gone as well as this, and they definitely didn’t taste as good as you do.” She feels a slight bit of pride at that. But if she’s being honest, all she wants Steve to do is shut up and keep biting her. “So, like we said, I think it’s only fair that I keep you as my own little treat, for me to enjoy when I need a pick me up.” He presses kisses along her neck where he bit her, and she sighs happily. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

“...Yes.” She answers without even thinking about it. Like she’d ever say no. Steve grins.

“Good girl.” He whispers. And then, he returns his mouth to her neck.

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13dead-ends · 4 years ago

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Blood Bound

Henry Cavill x Named OC

Summary: In a world where vampires are a part of everyday life, Nina uses her blood to her advantage.

Word Count: 1910 (future chapters will be longer)

Warnings: 18+ in future chapters, but only swearing, and mentions of blood for this chapter. Nothing gory though.

A/N: This is my first original post. Go easy on me! Anyways, if you have any questions about this crazy universe I barely established, message me anytime! It was roughly edited, so sorry if there are mistakes. Please enjoy! :)

I sat with all the girls, and a few guys, we were all here for the same thing. An interview, the same interview. To become a blood donor for one of the most prestigious companies in the blood business. Positive, the leading company in providing human blood to vampires, located in Los Angeles. They did it from labs, taking bags from donors, to providing humans to clients. I was one of those humans. This company had a tedious process of selecting people for the job. They only wanted the best and most reliable. It’s probably why they are doing so well. They make their clients happy.

Vampires ‘came out’ to society in the 80s. They felt it was safe to make humans aware of their existence after inventing an artificial blood. As people grew more accepting of them, companies like Positive were born in the early 2000s. Someone had the idea of safely giving blood and began to regulate. Women were the main donors and men were the main clientele, though it was open everyone. While there are companies who don’t do well, the good ones are held to a high standard and new laws are being put into place every day to help regulate it. They good ones still get their far share of protesters still, but they’re becoming less frequent.

I had been at one of those not so good companies, I just didn’t know it until a month ago. I had one regular client. It was a very basic arrangement, not like those “sugar daddy” type arrangements, that a lot of women donors had. We met up, he fed, and there was money in my bank account by the end of the day. He was a businessman, Wall Street type. Never had a problem until he went too far one session. I woke up in the hospital with an email from my company already ‘letting me go.’ I got fucked over when I tried to sue too. I was terminated before the incident could be reported or some bullshit. Another way men have taken advantage of a mainly women-based system. Now I was scrambling to find a new job. I didn’t think Positive would even interview me, let alone give me a second one.

“Nina Locke?” I jumped at my name and stood. The woman who called my name was in a crisp pencil skirt and held the large door open for me.

“So, we’ll ask you some questions in here.” She led me down the hallway to a small office, with an almost empty desk. Another woman professionally dressed sat on one side. She stood and held out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Sarah Jenkins, head of the donor program here at Positive.” I shook her hand. “This is my assistant Kari” The first women, Kari, sat down and we followed suit. “So, this isn’t your first company?” I shook my head.

“Yes, I was with one for about a year and a half.”

“You put on your application that you choose to leave, but we called, and they said you were let go.” I chewed on my lip before answering.

“There was an incident with my last client. He went to the company first. They let me go before I had the chance to report anything.” I took a breath.

“One thing that I want you to know is that at this company we do things a little differently.” She slid over the thick folder on the desk to me. She opened it to a page titled Donor’s Resources and Benefits. “We want our clients to have the best donors, and to do that donors have to be treated as the highest priority. Happy donors, happy clients.” I blinked at her. I never thought I’d hear a company like this say that. It was always all about the clients. “You’re all human beings and will be treated like it. No matter the client.” One thing about this company, many celebrities used their services. It upped the stakes if something were to go wrong. “We want to be sure you’re being well-treated at all times.”

“Wow, this isn’t like any company I’ve worked for.” Was all I could say. After these last few weeks of therapy and lawyers hearing this almost made me choke up.

“I promise, as long as I’m in charge. I’ll take care of you and every donor here.”

“It almost feels like you’re just trying to convince me to stay.” I blurted. My eyes went wide, but Sarah laughed.

“You’re one of our favorite applicants, and you have experience. We are ready to hire you,” My jaw dropped.

“Really? That’s really good to hear.” Sarah smiled, shutting the folder.

“We would like to have lawyers present to discuss and sign your contract. I suggest looking over all of these papers with your lawyer beforehand, as well.” I nodded, taking the heavy stack in my hands. “Call us to schedule a meeting, myself, as well as Kari will be there. If you would like to bring your own witness, you may do that.” I felt myself grinning.

“Okay, thank you so much.”

I had just got back from the meeting with Positive. I was officially under contract. My best friend Irene came with to be a witness, but she was just curious to see inside of the company. We were roommates, so she was right behind me when I stepped inside. The setting sun shone brightly through our windows. While I went to my room, I heard Irene popping open a bottle of wine to celebrate.

“What shall we order for takeout, Nina?” She yelled. “It’s your day, you get to pick.” I threw my bag, still stuffed with papers, on my bed.

“How about Sushi?”

“Yes, ma’am! Look at the menu!” I plopped on my bed, thankful to be out of the Cali heat. Only another month until fall, and Halloween. I pulled up our favorite sushi place and picked some rolls.

“Come on, let’s have a toast.” I rolled my eyes as I struggled to pick up a large roll with my chopsticks.

“Stop being cheesy, I just got a new job, that’s all.”

A better paying, better clientele, job. Plus, they give a shit about their employees!” I huffed but lifted my wine. “To Nina, who is moving up in the world! A bizarre world, but she’s killing it anyway.” After getting too full and too wine drunk, we went to bed. I went to sleep, feeling better than I had in weeks.

In the morning, I woke up with a small headache, but I could sleep in, so it didn’t matter. I rolled over, planning to do just that. Then my phone screen lit up. I grabbed it from my bedside table. It was an email from Kari.

Nina, I hope you are having a wonderful day so far,

I looked at my phone, it was already 11:30.

I wanted to let you know that there are already donors requesting you!

I almost forgot I had let Kari put my profile out after everything was signed and notarized. She offered to wait too, but I was excited to get started again.

Their files are at the office. Come by any time before five today and I can take you on a tour and show you the files. Have a wonderful day!

Kari

I stared at my phone, surprised someone had already seen my file, let alone requested me. I chewed on my lip as I thought of the possible clients I could get. While yes, celebrities did use this company a lot, that doesn’t mean I’ll be donating to one. Lots of rich one percenters used it too. I cringed as the image of an old white guy popped unto my brain. I shook my head. I should go check out the files, the curiosity outweighed the nerves.

“Nina, where are you going?” I had gotten dressed and stepped out, Irene was rubbing her head, hair messy, and her eyes were blood shot.

“Some clients have already requested me. I’m going to look over their files.” Her jaw dropped, and she followed me out to the kitchen. I put the kettle on and started coffee for Irene. I started emailing Kari back, telling her when I’d be there.

“Damn, you’re so popular.” I shrugged.

“It’s my type.” After the interview I had asked Kari and Sarah why they wanted me so bad and they told me a lot of vampires enjoyed my blood type. I was AB-negative, a rare and apparently popular type. “At least that’s what Sarah was saying.”

“Who knew, vampires have preferences.” Irene sat at the table, slumping, and rubbing her temples. I shrugged, sending the email. “Hey aren’t you hungover?” I laughed and went to the bathroom.

“My head hurts, yeah.” I called out. I looked in the mirror and I had baggy eyes. I sighed. It was just a tour and some paperwork.

“God, how much did I drink?” I heard Irene mutter. I smiled and cleaned myself up a bit and went back out to make my tea. It wasn’t long before I was stepping into my new place of employment, Kari meeting me at the front desk.

“Hello! How are you?” She just began walking toward the elevator as she spoke.

“Great. How about you?”

“I’m wonderful thank you for asking.” She pressed the up button. “We’ll start right away with the tour. Then I’ll show you your office, the files are on your desk there.”

“An office?” The doors opened and we stepped in. There were lots of buttons, I forgot how many floors this place is, but it was a lot.

“Yeah, every donor gets one. It’s a nice place to keep paperwork and an easy meet up spot for you and your clients.” I she hit a button. “I’ll take you to the labs first, you are allowed to donate blood this way anytime you like, as long as the medical staff clear you, it’s just like donating blood to the Red Cross. We…” She continued with her spiel and took me to all the different floors and told where to go for certain things. It was a lot, but I felt comfortable enough to ask her question, which she almost always had an answer too. We ended on the donor floor, with private offices, a cafeteria, and a gym. I really had it made.

She opened up an office, it was empty except for a nice desk and a computer, plus a few files. “This is your place, you can set up a code for the lock,” She jiggled the handle. “that phone has all the extensions on it” I nodded. “Just call or email me if you choose anyone today, but please take your time. I’ll set up a meeting with them as soon as possible.”

“Thank you so much Kari. I’ll let you know.” She nodded with a smile and started to step out. “Kari, um,” She stopped. “I was wondering what they know about my last job.”

“Oh, we left all that information out of the file. It’s at your discretion.” I nodded and she left. I sat down and took the first file in my hands, pushing the other ones away. I closed my eyes and didn’t open them until the file was open. I almost had a heart attack. Henry Cavill was at the top of the page.

Shout out to one of my bestest friends and my first tag on the tag list! Love you girl :) @hellcaster901

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Love Bites.

AePete AU

"There are no accidental meetings between souls."

Pete is a vampire. AND NO – he is not some sparkling diamond vampire – though whoever look at Pete will say he is a sparkling Prince – but no – Pete is not a twilight vampire nor is he Bram Stroker’s Dracula vampire.

He is a half Noble vampire. His mother is a powerful dragon seeker while his father is a full blooded Noble.

The Nobles are an ancient and powerful race that possess great strength, speed and telepathy as well as various blood related abilities, such as the talent to grant similar powers to others via contracts "of blood and soul". They reside on an island nation, known as Lukedonia, that cannot be detected by human senses. They have guarded humans against predators and the forces of nature as long as they have existed, due to a genetic inability to ignore the slaughter of the weak, helpless humans. Thousands of years ago, they were worshipped as gods by various cultures around the world.

However, the Nobles are nearing extinction due to a scarcity of females to mate with. With their lifemates, male Nobles live emotion-filled colorful lives. Without them, the males fight the madness that causes them to choose between suicide or the thrill of killing humans by draining their blood, becoming soulless vampires in the process.

But he doesn’t apply to these category as he is not a full blood Noble.

Pete is a gentle and way too sweet and shy half Noble that his father deem him unworthy of the gift and vanished him, and because his mother loves Pete so much – they both abandon the life in Lukedonia and travel and after a hundred years of traveling to different countries, they settle to Thailand.

Pete’s mother was born in Thailand. She loves the country, the people, the beauty and the serenity of the land.

Pete and his mother change their surname to fit in with the Thai people and they settle on an old mansion. His mother told him to live like a normal boy and because Pete doesn’t crave blood like ordinary Noble, he is free to go out even on sunlight. As he is also a part Dragon Seeker, he doesn’t turn into ash or die if the sun hits his skin. He is what the others may call Day Walker.

Pete’s mother looks at her son. She worries about Pete as the first to being a half Noble and half Dragon Seeker boy to ever live. Most of the half-breeds die at their 50th years of age. But Pete is nearing his 300 years of age and though he is the same as the Nobles who lost their colour of sight, Pete never changes. He doesn’t crave blood (though she gave him blood via blood bag through blood bank), doesn’t go dark, every night she administer a soul and spirit check on his body but its clean… more like pure. Her son has a purest white soul.

Putch heard about the legendary Noblesse but never given it a thought. For all her life, she knew only of one Noblesse and that person is not half but a full blood Noble.

Putch told Pete to live his life freely. Whoever he chooses, whether it be human or of the same kind, she will support him.

Pete met Ae.

Pete was walking out of his campus when again the pain in his head hits him, the pain and disoriented blurry visions keeps on popping out in his head. He wasn’t aware what’s happening in his surrounding when he heard a shout and someone drag his body and both of him and the other stumble in the ground with a loud impact.

‘Are you driving to hell?! And you! What the hell are you doing not looking where you’re walking?! Are you planning to die?! If you are, choose a place where I’m not there!’

Pete doesn’t understand what’s happening but his heart then begun to hammer and his visions doubled… the ground… its grey… he looks at his surrounding and he was blinded by the burst of colours.

COLOURS!

He can see colours…

But the only time a Noble can see colour is when they find their lifemate through voice or connection.

‘Oi! Are you okay?!’

Pete stumbled once again on the ground and clutch his heart tight.

Its beating crazily and there’s a line.

A magic being woven.

A connection being form.

Pete found himself being raise by the person and for the first time he looks at him.

Pete gasped.

Black obsidian eyes looks at him.

‘Are you okay? You’re bleeding!’

He what?! Impossible!

He looks and yeah, he is bleeding. But why?

That’s their first meeting.

The man who gave him colour and light ~ Ae. A small boy but with sturdy muscular body and a harsh foul mouth.

Ae cannot help but feel lucky and at the same time with the thinking: “Did I ever save the whole country on my past life to have a friend like Pete?”

Each and everyone who knew Ae will know that he is a brute. He doesn’t have any sweet bone in his body, he doesn’t even have a STOP DON’T SAY IT brake on his mouth. He will say what he want to say especially to some idiots who lacks braincells.

Pond calls Ae: “Son of a Beast! He will kick his only best friend and whacks my head if I so much get on his business and be nosy! See this! See this?! That’s his fist! My skull already has a dent in the form of his fist!”

Ping: “The greatest man but has the foulest mouth on the planet. He doesn’t care nor doesn’t give a damn what other people will think. I have never been the receiving end of his fist and kick so I’m happy to say that he is still a friend I can count on.”

Bow: “Tactless beast! He just made someone cry when he flat our rejected her. But that’s what I like about Ae, he never take advantage of people and will always be there to help others.”

Can: “Ae is the bestest of the best man out there! He doesn’t give a damn and will help me even though he doesn’t know me! He is a great bastard buddy!”

Captain of the Football Team: “Ae is our MVP. He may be 174 cm shorty but he can kick those asses good bye! We love Ae in this team. He brings glory to us! Well except when he beat us Sports Science when he is an Engineering Major…”

LadyBoys: “I don’t know how the hell a muscular, sexy abs, yummy muscles belong to that shorty with foul mouth! This is an outrage! He even give me the middle finger when I told him if he wants to spend the night with me! Such barbaric action against me a lady!”

Pete chuckles to the different description of Ae.

For him, Ae is the opposite of what they say and he cant help wander why. Ae is sweet to him. Ae never finds him annoying and he is always pinching his cheeks or ruffling his hair. Ae told him that he likes his hair, soft and silky (well he is a half-Noble so his hair is entirely different from humans)

Ae never rush him when they are eating. Its hard for him to swallow cause he is not used to eating the food Ae gave him, he eats either fruits and drinks blood via blood bags from blood bank. So its really really hard for him to swallow any meat and vegetables.

Ae cares about his safety that Ae will bike all the way to his apartment and drop him off (when all he did was walked, he is a Noble so walking for an hour or so is nothing to him, or he can just jump building to building or well, fly – he is not human after all)

The Engineering Department won the game with Ae’s two points versus Sports Science and instead of joining the seniors and juniors at the party, Ae went to Pete. Pete was alarmed when Ae was at his apartment. Pete looks at the full moon and this is the time that he is very weak and the blood bags are not stored in his freezer where he usually storms them.

He has been feeling weak for the couple of days and the blurry visions and headache keeps on attacking him.

Ae was worried because Pete promise to watch the game only he didn’t show up. Pete never miss a game and he was not answering his line messages as well.

‘Pete, what’s wrong? You’re so pale.’ Ae was scared for Pete. Pete’s skin is milky white with a blush but the Pete before him is pale as ghost.

‘Ae… please go. I’m okay. Please please go.’

‘No! I will be here! Tell me what to do!’

‘Ae please! Go!’

Ae was angry now when Pete seems to be pushing him.

Pete was crying and Ae doesn’t know what to do. Ae tried to hug him but Pete pushed him - a little bit strong that made Ae stumbled and hurt.

‘OH! AE! Im sorry! But please please. I don’t want to hurt you! Please go!’

Pete was scared – he can feel hunger.

He had never felt his way before.

He can smell it… the delicious smell of blood. He clench his teeth and told Ae once again to go.

‘No! I will not go!’

‘Ae please… I don’t want you to hate me… please’

Ae is crying now as well, ‘Please tell me Pete what’s wrong with you?’

‘Ae… I… I- please just go.’

‘No!’

‘Ae!’

Then everything on Pete’s memory become a blur and then darkness.

He doesn’t remember anything.

What he remembers is the sweet taste of blood in his lips.

He woke up and was shock.

He was scared.

‘Ae?’

Everything – his surrounding is full of blood. Dried blood.

‘NO! NO! AE!’

‘What?’

‘Huh?’ Pete looks up and saw Ae running to him. Ae in his shorts and wet hair.

‘Pete are you okay?’

‘Ae?’

‘Yes.’

‘Ae!’

‘Yes! That’s me! I mean yes what?’

‘You-you’re okay… what-what? Blood?’

‘Ah. Well… First of all, Pete this is not my blood. This is the blood from the bag inside your freezer. And well, some of them are your blood.’

‘What happen Ae?’

‘You kinda turn dart vader last night. You push me – well more like – haul me – good thing it was a soft sofa and went to the freezer, you open the blood bag and drink it, but you throw it away saying ‘It taste like rot’ and then you look at me-‘

‘Ae! Oh my! Did I hurt-‘

‘I’m not hurt. I understand what’s happening even though I don’t believe it – but you well, your eyes turned blue and your fangs kinda shows and told me your are so thirsty. I offer you my blood-‘

‘NO!’

‘Well yes, but when you are nearing me, you bite your own arm. And told me to get out.’

‘Then why are you still here?’

‘I can never leave you Pete. You look like your dying. And you were speaking about soul contract or blood contract-‘

‘GOD NO!’

‘Well – I don’t want you to suffer… and I understand that you need blood. I gave it to you freely.’

Pete then put his trembling hands to Ae’s neck, removing the towel, and yes, there it is his bite.

‘Ae! Oh God! I’m so sorry!’

‘Pete don’t be. I agree with it.’

‘No! no! You don’t know what it means-‘

‘It means that you’re going to drink my blood from now on. That my blood is the only blood you’ll ever drink.’

‘Ae why? Why didn’t you leave. I’m a monster Ae. You should have left me…’

‘Pete. We have been fighting last night more than hours – me telling you to drink my blood while you insisting I get out. You even threatened to kiss me and enchant me with your other spell from your mother side and I still stayed.’

‘Why? Why Ae?’

Ae smiled and put his two hands on Pete’s cheek, ‘Because you are not a monster. You are a pure cute vampire. My vampire.’

THIS IS NOT THE END. There will be a proper chapter by chapter story fic. Thank you.

Author’s Note : I was looking for another name for Vampire when I remember about the webtoon that I’ve read years ago (its still on going) it’s a Korean manhwa title: NOBLESSE. I borrowed the title or the race and some places. I just don’t want to say just a vampire.

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