#he's a vampire and he sucks. what do you want from him

[sqgeism]

hey there!!! love your work sm eheheh

anyway, i was wondering if you could (perchance) do a vampire reader x dr ratio? preferably where the reader is STARVING and bites him lolol

stay safe and stay silly!!

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 take a look into my eyes | dr. ratio and anaxagoras (seperate) x gender neutral reader

💌 — ; can you feel the tension ? between us boy, i know you want this potion ! bloodstains : a course of how to have a vampire lover. written by anaxagoras and dr. ratio.

love mail — hi anonnie ! thank u sm for requesting >< misread the comment originally and wrote vampire anaxagoras b4 scrapping as i reread it (;´Д⊂) anaxa's is lowkey suggestive.. experimental fic.. and if you can give me criticism on that part i'd really appreciate it cus i don't write make outs often (´；ω；`) this was so weirdly long mama help

,to be quite frank, dr. ratio figured it out before you revealed yourself to him. it explained why you seemed to never sleep, or your fast regeneration, things like that. so when you two started dating, he kept an eye on how you satiated your appetite. even if you didn't like it.. fresh, red meat from butchers weirdly worked. instead of buying the packaged stuff—ratio accompanied you to a butcher every week to get a big slab of undrained cow meat. then it'll be your meal till it would no longer suffice.

unfortunately, not only did it not taste good, but it was barely enough to keep you functioning. you had enough strength to move and do usual tasks, but your power was significantly weaker, as well as regeneration. your body responds negatively to the lack of proper blood, but still accepts it as such. like forcing yourself to eat uncooked meat. (which is what you were doing)

and because of your weakening state, and having your arm chopped off after a battle.. it was regenerating, worry not (albeit very slow), you two got into an argument. "your cowardice is killing you." ratio began with a sharp tone, causing you to scoff. "what am i supposed to do, ratio? bite random people on the streets?" you retorted, and he lets out a forced, amused laugh.

"your solution stands before you, (name)."

he looms over you. "bite me, for aeon's sake. you think a measly bite will hurt, compared to the suffering you go through?" he's never sounded so.. mad, but gentle. his hand grips your unharmed shoulder, grip like a vice yet still tender. "bite me." he demands, yet also pleads.

dr. ratio begging is a sight you never thought you'd see, but his eyes pierce through you in complete seriousness. he won't let you leave this conversation without a bite mark on his neck, and you don't remember how long it's been since you've had mortal blood. "..f-fine."

in your weakened state, your legs force themselves to stand. your body really only has the strength to lean against him, as his arms wrap around you to keep you stable. your head weakly makes its way to his exposed bicep, and his hand guides you, knowing it likely won't hit anything vital.. and it's the easiest to access currently. after all, your other arm is far from fully regenerating, and ratio was starting to worry that the blood you had wasn't enough.

slowly, your mouth opens—revealing eager teeth but still hesitant. you hover over his arm for a bit, before slowly biting down.

he doesn't wince, not at all, but he does grunt at the initial bite. he listens to you slowly feed, feeling the blood drain from his body as he stands tall. and while he's faltering, you grow stronger. hell, your intact arm grips his hips as you dig deeper. little mumbles as you suck on his arm, like it's the last drop of blood you'll ever have.

you're brought back to reality as ratio's head slumps against yours and you pull your teeth out quickly, licking the bite and stopping any more blood with a cloth. "ratio!"

you don't even realize that your other arm has regenerated as you use it to stabilize him. guiding him back down on the chair you were just sat on as he groans. he can't speak, he's too lightheaded to try. but he feels lips press against his and a whisper of a sorry before he completely slips.

you care for him till he wakes up. feeling much.. much stronger, but needing to communicate how they'll go on forward. after all, you liked that a bit too much. and with the way ratio's heart was racing, you can make a wild guess that it was either adrenaline or attraction.

anaxa doesn't feel too weird about your vampirism. it explained the long sleeves constantly, big hats and umbrellas, fangs that came with sharp nails.. typical vampire lover packaging.

though something he found intriguing, was that you never drank raw, mortal blood. it was always blood bags.. nothing that had a beating heart. you were always so delicate that way.. even as your body physically withered, you wouldn't have your fangs get anywhere close to a human.. especially not anaxa.

but coming with you when you were hungry always.. saddened him. after getting your hands on a blood bag that are provided to keep those of your kind that aren't too far gone.. at least a little sane—you clearly never liked it. described it as too cold, bitter, and was the vampire equivalent of spoiled milk.

it didn't help all too much either. while it kept your hunger at bay, you were still much weaker compared to your full potential. you could transform, regenerate quickly, hide in shadows.. but you could only do the last one. and as previously established, even if regeneration is part of your abilities, it was greatly weakened. your body didn't have enough energy or blood to regenerate with, therefore straining your physical and mental.

and it was a great trouble for you, because the demands of an astral express member was starting to get rougher. all while you weren't regenerating in time to be able to meet what was expected of you. missions were getting rougher, injuries were worsening, and your body couldn't catch up to it all.

so that leads you here, a large gash in your face as you lay in anaxa's lap, waiting for the pain to disappear as you rustle and turn, unable to really rest due to the uncomfortable sensation. you can feel your muscles trying to pull themselves back together, skin sparing no effort to resort itself. and anaxa is doing no better. he pushes your hair away to see the full extent of the wound, and his heart aches. you're in so much pain.. yet you won't do what you have to in order to fix it. "my dove, please." you know what he's going to offer, and you'll refuse it every time. "anaxa, no. i swore i wouldn't bite after turning." yet you aren't getting any better. you've been like this for hours, and changing what you wear won't erase the wounds he knows are still healing beneath your top.

he doesn't want his frustration to get the better of him, but the scholar quietly seethes. you're being so stubborn—for what? too afraid to hurt him? he loves you for your selflessness, but he's not above begging you to be selfish for once.

in the silence of your struggles, his brain is racking to figure out a way to get you to drink his blood. considering his loss of morality and not necessarily caring if something is harmful to him, he doesn't think twice about what happens to him. just as long as you're okay.. staring down at your lips a little too long gives him an idea.

he taps your shoulder softly, and one anaxa's hand makes it's way to your back to slowly guide you back up to him, the other resting on your hip. "my love, i know it's a bad time. but may i kiss you? i know that you're in pain, and i'd like to do anything i can to make you feel better." you seem hesitant at first, thinking your bloodied wound would make you a little.. unattractive to your boyfriend, but it's anaxa, it makes sense why he wouldn't care. so you nod and barely get a breath in before he's all over you.

it isn't the short kisses anaxa has been known for to you, it's hungry. he's practically devouring you, the vampire between you both, might i add. it doesn't help that he's dipping down to you and keeping your head in place with his hand, effectively trapping you in his little plan. the other, while you're too busy melting against his advances, squeezes you—harshly. it causes you to make the sweetest noise that he's sure to relish, but more importantly—your mouth opens just enough for your fangs to be exposed. that's when he forces your lower jaw upwards, making you bite his lip hard enough to bleed.

he groans, no doubt, but he doesn't pull away. in fact, this is where he returns with much more fervor. you panic in realization of what he's done, but anaxa's grip is unforgiving. he's making sure that his blood gets and stays in your mouth.

your struggle doesn't last long, thankfully. because your worry turns into relief, as the long forgotten taste of human blood begins to flood your tastebuds. eventually he doesn't need to hold your head for you anymore, you've recovered from your lightheadedness and began to take initiative as well. kissing him softly and licking the blood clean off of his lips.

when you finish with one last peck, you look at your lover with a bit of conflict. unsure whether or not to be upset or.. thankful. because the pain has stopped, and you feel stronger. your body doesn't ache as much either. "you're a madman." is all you grumble, hitting his chest.

the scholar laughs, burying his head against your hair. "whatever you say, dove."

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[babiicatt]

nsfw! remmick + f!preachers daughter!reader, rem is a total soft, needy dom, totally awkward, totally loser-y, extremely dubious consent in the beginning, never ever proofread, oral on fem.

I don't think that remmy ever got any pretty little maidens back in his day, subsequently because of his nervous, eager nature that he has carried through his vampire years.

that being said, it doesn't seem to stop him from tripping over himself when you sees you go by, making you feel awfully sorry for guy. just some new guy in town and he's already making a fool of himself for you - which makes you pretend not to notice the way he's everywhere you are, like a persistent shadow dogging at the heels of your feet.

you've been taught to be sympathetic to those in need, which only feeds into remmick's hopes when you return his stumbling words with your own soft n sweet ones. even just a hello from the preachers daughter and the Irish man felt like you had saved his soul.

and maybe remmick liked you (too much), not that he would ever say it. and you had to go and invite him to church and bring him home-baked pastries - things you did for everyone, though he would think otherwise - hell, you even had him even believing that you were wearing your skirts just a tad shorter for him.

so why are you surprised when he offers to walk around the forest trails with you that he's trying to kiss you?

"you're- you're just being too touchy, I think, is all," your voice like a bible hymn as you try to tell him off as politely as your daddy raised you too, head lilting far to evade his lips. "why, sweetheart," he's cooing to you in that southern drawl, "it ain't sex," he lets out with a chuckle as if you needed teachings in the way of god.

as he gets closer and closer, you put your hands to his chest, not pushing him away, but not bringing him any closer, either. "I know-" you stop, lowering your voice despite having nothing around you two for a few miles except the whispering of the wind, "I know that, but I'm just not ready-"

"oh, please baby, shh," he's shushing you, "you don't know what you want," and he believes what he says. why, he's a few hundred year old vampire, and you're just a little dolly thing. "I-i know you need this as much as I do," his statement upheld as his lips find yours, shutting you up even more effectively than before, ignoring the way your hands try to push him off.

"you don't know what you need," his voice promising you this as his lips slam against yours as his hands go and fumble to bunch up your skirt.

"no, no, none of that," he condescends you as you gasp and muscles make your arms move to go and push your skirt back down. "you'll see, sweet thing," his voice rasping a bit more as his nails take a dig at your panties, pulling them down, "you'll feel it, too. see n feel how you need me, how good I can be to you."

before you know it, his lips are suckling on your clit and fingers in your cunt as he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, everything about him feeling disgustingly good. "oh, you're just perfect. taste like peaches n cream," his speech muffled as he makes out with your pussy, voice barely making it up to your ears over your little moans you try so desperately to cage in your throat.

still, you can't help that when he gives your cunt a particularly perfect thrust of his fingers that you get louder and your hands go to his hair, tousling it to an even messier state than it had been in before. "o-ohhh, rem," you cry softly, tears that had been clinging to your bottom lashes drop.

"I know baby, I know," his other hand patting your thigh as his tongue works over your clit, "you gonna come for me baby? gonna be a good girl n finish?" his coaxing words making your pussy flutter, which made him smile against your soaking slit.

"yeah, you are," said before finishing you off with a particularly harsh suck to your clit, making your knees buckle, threatening your balance.

never a neglectful lover, remmick licks up the rest of your slick, cleaning you with his tongue before placing a lasting kiss on your slit before retracting himself from you. sitting back on his knees, his hands work up and down your thighs as he looks up at you with that adoring expression. "did you feel good, doll?"

[pedrettilov3r]

Darling Part Two

Pairing: Remmick x Female!Reader

Warnings: Vampires, violence, smut, blood sucking, language, death.

a/n: Part two is here! Thank you to everyone that reading this, it has really got me back into writing fics. Let me know if there are any prompts you have for Remmick fics! My characterization is a little different from the ones I have read on here, I feel like he has more of an awkward charm and I thought it’d be interested to have him with a bolder reader. And I was listening to Father Figure while writing this 🙏 Sorry guys I was ovulating when I wrote this

You walked with determination outside and towards the group that was currently playing a song together. You would be lying if you said you weren’t a bit anxious about approaching them. You knew you could hold your own, you grew up with the twins after all, but something about this group was off and it sent chills up your spine. Their song was eerie and they kept singing even as they watched you walk up, you had to admit they did sound good, in the same way that sirens sounded good. Remmick with his gravelly voice especially caught your ear, you knew your voices would pair beautifully together. You made your way towards him and took a sit next to him on the log he sat upon. He stared longingly, almost hungrily into your eyes as he sang to you, his face lingered dangerously close to yours and you could feel his breathe on the side of your face as he sang. Something about the way he was looking at you made you even more attracted to the man. You didn’t know what you were thinking this was not the time for distractions, you simply had to get information from him and then be on your way. You couldn’t lie, the way he was looking at you like he wanted to drink you made you want to do unspeakable things to the man, but you knew the twins would kill him if they knew he touched you. They would be suspicious if you stayed out here too long, but something about him made you not want to leave.

They ended their song and you gave them a round of applause chuckling “Wow that was amazing! Maybe I could join you in your next song?” He smiled at your kind words, now it was his turn to blush. The man had such an awkward charm to him, he was bold and smooth but also awkward and seemed nervous at the same time. “Why thank you darling. You looking for a some of fresh air?” He asks. “I just come to apologize for the way the twins rejected y’all like that. They can be a bit aggressive at times but I promise they don’t have bad intentions, you understand? And I wanted to see if y’all was good people.” You smiled at him. “Aw darling, that’s so sweet of you. We most surely are.” You knew there was something more that he wasn’t saying but you guess that went for the both of you so you couldn’t really judge. “And y’all got money to spend” you questioned. He chuckled at your forwardness “Oh yeah, plenty of money. You wanna see?” You inched closer to the man, “Well yeah I wanna see.” The other man pulled out two coins of solid gold and placed them in your hand. You scoff in surprise at what you’re seeing, this kind of money could change everything for the twins right now. “What type of money is this?” You question suspiciously. “The solid gold kind darling.” He smirks whispering into your ear. You feel like your skin is on fire at how close he is. You have to take a deep breathe to stay focused. “Where is this from?” You question “It’s from a different place and a different time but it spends just the same.” His hand wraps around yours and closed your hand on the coins “You can have it.” You look at him confused as he continues “but it’s no good to you.” The woman beside you echoes his words sending chills up your spine. “Yeah and what makes you say that?” You ask, your confidence coming back to you. He looks at you with a look of seriousness “Cause you in some deep deep pain. That money. Can’t fix. Am I right?” You look at him surprised, how could he possibly know that? Images of your mother flash through your mind. “You came over her for fellowship and love.” The woman echoes him again and you stand to your feet “Okay cut the bullshit. I came over here to talk you,” you say annoyed at his distractions and he looks a bit surprised “so can we have a conversation..alone please.” You say looking at his companions. He chuckles at your annoyed manner and stands to his feet, handing his banjo to the other man. “Of course darling”

He places a hand on your lower back and takes you to a clearing in the trees where the other two can’t see or hear you. “This better?” He questions scanning your face, “Yes, thank you.” You huff letting your annoyance leave your body, he doesn’t miss this and a smirk creeps onto his face. “What do you really want?” You question suspiciously. He slowly steps closer to you “What do I want?” He chuckles and you don’t miss the suggestive undertone of his voice as he continues walking closer to you. Your breath catches in your throat as your back presses up against a tree. He isn’t stopped by this as he continues to slowly move closer to you, teasing you, until his mouth is pressed against your ear. You’re waiting desperately for what he will say and he seems to enjoy this because you feel the smile that forms on his lips. His breath dances in your skin as one hand slides onto your waist while the other makes it way into your hair. Your breath has caught up with you now and he whispers softly into your ear “I want you darling.” That awkwardness you were first met with has been replaced by a quiet confidence that makes you want to let him do whatever he wants with you.

You want this. You want him. Your hands find his hair and pull his head from your ear to look into your eyes. He has that smirk on his face and that desperate look in his eyes that you find irresistible, and you swear you see his eyes flash red for a moment before you pull him into a passionate kiss. It’s messy and heated at first from your haste, but you both find your rhythm as you melt into the kiss. Both of your hands roam and he pushes you into the tree as his knees finds it way in between your legs. “Remmick” you gasp at the friction and his hand moves from your hair to around your throat “yes love?” He whispers. His voice is dangerous to you right now, you find him so irresistible you need him desperately. Your hands pull his suspenders off and desperately move to his buttons to begin undoing them. He watches you fumble with his buttons and a smirk grows on his lips, “You that desperate huh?” He teases you and you shoot him a glare, “just help me.” He chuckles but you see his eyes grow dark with desire for you. “Yes ma’am” he quickly unbuttons his shirt and throws it on the ground. His bare chest almost leaves your mouth agape as you take it in. Your hands quickly find themselves foaming his chest as you pull him into another kiss by his hair, he moans at the tug and you smirk into the kiss. He moves his lips down the side of your face and down your neck as his hands slip under your dress and to your breast. He rubs your nipples between his fingertips and a moan escapes your lips. His lips make their way to your chest and then to your nipples taking your breast in his mouth leaving a trail of love bites as he makes his way down. He drops to his knees and pulls your dress up to your thighs. “What are you doing?” You ask, no man you’ve been with has ever wanted to do that. He smirks and looks up into your eyes basically pleading “I just wanna taste you.” You nod, speechless at how badly he wants you. He disappears under your dress and you feel his mouth begin to kiss up your thigh. He throws your legs over his shoulders and you gasp in surprise. The slow kisses teasing you and making your stomach tighten from anticipation “Remmick please” you cry and hold onto the tree behind you. You feel him hum onto your thigh in response as he licks his way up to your cunt and takes a good taste. “You taste so good darling” he whispers in his gravelly voice and continues to lick and suck on your pussy. You can’t take it anymore, your hands reach for him and pull him from his knees and into a messy kiss. You taste yourself on his lips and your hands make their way to his pants pulling his belt off. “I need you,” you beg. You unzip his pants and let your hands slip under, finding their way to massage his cock. He moans at your touch “bend over” he demands, and you look at him surprised. He turns you to bend over on the ground and his hands find your hair, you moan at the tug. He teases your entrance with his cock before slowly siding it into you. He feels so good inside of you. He thrusts deep inside of you and you can’t help the moans that escape your lips. “Shh baby we can’t have anyone hearing us.” He demands. You place your hand over your mouth to quiet your cries. You can feel he is close and so are you as he continues to thrust into you. “I’m so close” you cry and he moans at your voice. You are both nearing the edge and you’re both breathing heavy and as he pounds deeper inside of you. You feel yourself tighten, you’re so close. He leans down his lips kissing up your back and all the way to your neck as he thrusts into you. “Yes right there” you scream as you feel yourself finally release and you feel something sharp sink into the back of the back of your shoulder, it’s his mouth. His thrusts become sloppy as he finishes and you ride out the high together. Your body is feeling high from the moment and you swear you felt yourself black out for a moment as you finished. You let out a shaky breath, your heart is pounding and your skin is still burning from his touch. He slides out of you and lays down beside you.

“You taste so good darling.” He breathes out. There’s an undertone to his voice that you haven’t heard before and you turn to face him. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him. His mouth is covered in blood as he licks his fingers and lips. His eyes glow that same red that you swear you saw earlier in them. He looks at your slightly frightened and confused face and gives you a reassuring look. “Sorry I had to hurt you love but, you’re all better now I promise.” He kisses the spot where his teeth had sunk into a moment before. For some reason you didn’t mind, something in you had changed but you didn’t know what. You stare at the man beside you “I’m hungry.” He chuckles at that and he brings his mouth to your ear and whispers “I know how to fix that darling.”

@horror-moviehoe

[divadowndivadown]

Lowkey would love to just be a vampire lord’s sweet little maid… just a precious little human who they couldn’t imagine being without, so warm and lovely, a perfect addition to the cold walls of their castle. Once a simple human they just wanted to lure in and feast on to becoming their obsession maid that they are pathetically and unapologetically in love with. You did the dishes? Endless praise. You swept up the floor? Kissing you till you’re completely lightheaded. You dusted their study for them? Eating you out on the desk till you’re a soft, babbling mess under them. Why? Because how else are they supposed to show you how proud and precious you are to them?

Story under the cut diva🫶

Here’s part two <3

You live in a very busy city, you are overworked and utterly underpaid. Your bus driver has arrived 20 minutes late consistently, resulting in two warnings from your absolute bitch of a boss. And to top it all off your partner hasn’t been pulling their weight and you’ve even caught them cheating a few months back, but you live with them and can’t even afford to move out. Can you do anything about it? Not in the slightest, so you just suck it up for the time being and hope you don’t get fired or kicked out.

After 10 gruesome hours in a cubicle, you drag yourself out of your chair and wait an hour for the last bus to come. Half awake you notice an weary paper ad on the side of the bus:

Live-in Maid Position Opening - 592 Westcroft Crescent Road - 50 miles from City - Well paying - Phone: XXX-XXX-XXXX

Out of pure curiosity and indifference you take the ad home and in the morning waver on the idea before calling, and just before you hang up a calm, quiet voice answers the phone, “This is the Damascus Manor, who do I have the pleasure of conversing with?”

The voice startled you, the eerie chill of the man’s voice on the phone sends a shiver down your spine, but you greet them in kind before continuing on, “I was- I had found your ad and wanted to know about the position further…?”

A beat passed before his voice responded. It became slightly more lighthearted, but not without its voice dropping a half octave, “Oh, of course my dear~.. the position is wide open, are you sure you are interested? It’s not a very hard job, just simple mopping, sweeping, dusting. You will be well accommodated and fed.. but the manor is quite secluded from the busy city life.. unless that’s a positive..?” His voice coos, as if he knew you needed that break from the exhausting 9 to 5, that you had wanted an out so badly and that this was your chance.

“Heh.. definitely a positive… how long will the position be open for?” You softy chuckle, but your eyes widen and your breath hitches as he affirmed, “For you…? All of eternity…. We’ll be awaiting your arrival..” and before you can even come up with a response he hangs up, leaving a sense of mystery, intrigue and.. hope.

Two weeks later of indecisive thinking, you make the decision to quit your job and accept the job at the Damascus Manor, packing up all your clothes and important possessions. Slightly impulsive, sure, but at least you’re doing something right for you. You get a drive to the manor from a family friend, if you could even call it that.

It’s basically a castle, regal and elegant even its aging bricks. The air is thick with a lingering feeling of uncertainty and unease as you walk up to the grand doors, strong thick oak beautifully carved into intricate, hypnotic designs. Looking back to see your ride has already swiftly left, you knock firmly in hopes of someone hearing your arrival, and after a few minutes you go to bang harder, but then the door opens while your hand is in mid swing. Your chest tightens in embarrassment as you quickly pull your hands back from the door once you make eye contact with what you can assume is the manor’s butler.

“Hi.. uh… I’m here for the maid position…?” You inquire, looking at him up and down, he’s an old man radiating a calm yet chilling, eerie aura like the man you talked to two weeks ago. He nods slowly and his voice sounds the same as on the phone, “Yes… it is nice to see you in the.. flesh. The master of the manor was beginning to doubt if you were coming. I’m glad to see you’re doing well, darling… come in.” He jests, stepping back to let you in.

The first thing that hits your senses is the smell of warm hickory mixed in with subtle musk and dust, there are old spiderwebs clinging to every nook and cranny and every unused surface has a visible film of dust, not exactly filthy but definitely enough for constant sneezing. But even through the dust, the ambiance of the manor is unmatched, breathing in elegance and exhaling a vintage like grace. “Wow.. this place feels even bigger on the inside..” you noted, earning a quiet huff from the butler.

“If you will come with me, my lord doesn’t take kindly to procrastination.” He advised as he started to walk away, not even giving you a chance to put down your bags. You let out a disgruntled sigh and dropped your things, watching as the big oak door closes on its own leaves you feeling a touch more uneasy but you shake it off and jog after the butler. Looking around at the gorgeous art displayed around the halls in awe and fascination.

Soon enough the butler leaves you at a door, the air somehow thickens as you reach out to open the door and uneasiness floods into your gut as the door creaks open by itself. You take it as a silent invitation inside, walking in slowly as you take in the grand study, one wall lined with a huge library of books and the other covered with lavish, beautiful art.

A deep, rich resonant voice is heard from inside the room, “Come closer, little one. I don’t have all night.” Their words a firm demand yet oddly soft, leaving your heart racing as you step up to the imposing desk. The candlelit room making their presence all the more ominous and intimidating as the little light of the room does well to obscure their face from your view.

“Hello, my liege… I’m here for the maid position-” you began jokingly, but the air leaves your lungs as they move closer, letting you see their maroon red eyes, hauntingly gorgeous eyes holding intrigued malice. They instantly notice your switch up and grin almost tenderly as they move from behind the desk to in front of you, their smile and eyes grow with sinister intensity as they hear your heart flutter like a hummingbird’s wings.

“Hm… the maid position.. yes.” They acknowledged slowly, their movements relaxed and precise as they reach up and press their thumb against your pulse. They breathe in your youthful ignorance like a breath of fresh air, already salivating over how sweet your blood must taste while your eyes flutter and breath hitches as you take all of them in, regal and ageless despite obviously being older than you, feeling trapped under their gaze.

But as soon as your eyes see their fangs and their eyes meet yours, your minds share the same sentiment:

Fuck…

And before the fear and panic come in at full force, you find yourself wrapped up in their lap, their face snuggled deep into your neck, arms wrapped around your waist tightly and their breathing deep and hard as they groan against your skin, “…you will be my maid… just… mine.”

[ghostchems]

it feeds - papa v perpetua x f!reader

your night is ruined(?) by an intruder

author's note: v is for vampire :) blood sucking, boob sucking, fucking and scary shadow stuff. death and dying. despair. 1.5k words. 18+! mdni! thank you king kong photoshoot for making me finish writing this. ao3 link.

“Hello? Something there?”

Your voice rings out into the darkness, loud and tinged with fear. The window is open, curtains billowing in the frigid night air. Scratching. Squeaking. You bring the comforter up to your nose. A vain effort to hide, to put something in between you and whatever lurks in your room. The shadows begin to twist and writhe, swallowing up the bright light from the moon.

You’re left in complete darkness.

Eyes squeeze shut and you pray for this moment to be over, for it to be sleep paralysis that you’ll snap out of soon. A hand drifts along the comforter. Gentle. Almost teasing. It starts at your feet, dragging upward, leaving goosebumps in its wake as it travels beside your body. You can feel each individual finger through the fabric, cold as ice.

“Please…” A whimper escapes your throat as the hand reaches your shoulder, long fingers twirling in your hair.

“Shhh, pretty thing,” the creature purrs, “open your eyes. See me.” You don't want to. Every fiber of your being screams at you to keep them closed. But your body betrays you, eyelids fluttering open against your will. There, in the pitch black, you see its teeth first - rows upon rows of gleaming white, stretched into an impossibly wide smile.

Then you see the rest of him, materializing from the dark like smoke . A high-collared coat frames his dark figure, buttoned to the base of his neck with a sleek turtleneck beneath. On the upper half of his face sits a silver mask that gleams in the darkness. His visible eye is pure white. The exposed skin around his mouth up to his nose is painted white while his lips are an inky black that parts to reveal those terrible teeth. His hair is smooth, falling in gentle curls past pointed ears.

He steps closer, and you feel the mattress dip under his weight as he perches on the edge of your bed. His long, skeletal fingers continue their gentle caress through your hair, and you find yourself unable to look away from that bone-white eye.

"You called out to me. Did you know that, pretty thing?" he asks, his voice like velvet wrapped around a blade.

"N-no," you stammer, shrinking away from his touch despite the magnetic pull of his gaze. "I didn't call anyone." It almost feels silly to argue but you’ll try anything to end this nightmare.

"Oh, but you did," he croons, leaning closer until you can feel his cold breath against your cheek. "Life got ya down? Feeling lonely? Lost in the dark?" His voice drops to a whisper, each question like a silken thread wrapping around your throat. Until you realize that his fingers have wrapped around your throat. "Those little whispers into the void - they're all little invitations to creatures like me."

You try to twist away, but his grip only tightens. Your thoughts have been mostly of a depressive nature lately; you feel stuck in your life and unsure if you’ve made the right choices. But your words weren't meant for him.

He knows what you’re thinking, his lips stretching into that terrible smile again. Frigid breath ghosts across your face as he speaks. “It’s not so bad. Let me help ease your burdens." His hand travels up your neck to settle beneath your jaw and he tilts your head to face away from him.

“W-what are you going to do?” Your voice is nothing but a breathless whisper now. Eyes dart around the dark room in fear, knowing that this is wrong. The thought of escape flutters through your mind, but he is overwhelming you. His free hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, an almost tender gesture that makes your skin crawl.

The creature chuckles, dark and silky, like poisoned honey dripping from his lips. "Despair is delicious, to me, anyway," he murmurs, and you feel those razor-sharp teeth graze against the tender skin of your neck. Your heart thunders as his grip tightens. "I'll take it from you, pretty thing. Make you feel…alive again”. He gives a shaky breath before his lips press softly against your throat. A kiss, gentle and cold, sends shivers down your spine. Your hands find their way to his back, fingers curling into the fabric of his coat without any conscious decision to do so. You’d be lying if you weren’t interested in his words.

Another kiss, and another, each one leaving trails of ice across you. You know you should be terrified but you’re subdued by his touch. He shifts on top of you, his kisses growing rougher. Your breathing quickens, eyes wide as you stare into the dark abyss of your ceiling. Thoughts scatter like leaves. The creature's nail catches the collar of your t-shirt and he tears it down the middle to the bottom hem, a clean, slow cut.

You make a surprised noise, unable to choke words out as your exposed to him. His fingers trail down your sternum, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Soft lips press against your collarbone, each kiss punctuated with a gentle scrape of teeth. You’re teetering on the edge of extreme danger and you know it - but you’re almost in a trance. Lost in how his mouth burns like frostbite. You feel his smile against you as his hands slide lower, splaying across your ribs. His mouth continues lower, kisses growing hungry and possessive. Lips hover over your heart, where your fear pounds in a violent rhythm. His teeth press down and you hold your breath, certain that this is the moment he'll tear into you. Instead, he chuckles against your flesh, dragging his nose further down your chest.

When his cold lips close around your nipple, you gasp and arch into the sensation. His tongue flicks against it as his other hand slides up to palm the other. A whimper escapes your lips as his teeth graze ever so slightly, sending sparks of electricity through your body.

His cold kisses and sharp teeth trail over you until his mouth hovers over your heart again.

This time he bites.

A flash of white light explodes behind your eyes and you cry out in agony. You’re transported somewhere else. A recurring nightmare of yours. You’re reaching out for the light as you fall into complete darkness. It moves further and further out of reach but instead of fighting, you let yourself go. Warmth spreads through your body. The darkness that once terrified you now wraps around you like a hug, soothing your fears away. The light above grows dimmer and dimmer, but your hands still extended toward it with no hope of ever touching it again. You don't mind anymore. Your muscles relax, tension melting away as you near the bottom of the pit.

The creature releases you.

Adrenaline explodes through your body, heart pounding against your ribcage as if trying to burst out of it. Lungs fill with a sharp, deep gasp of air. Your eyes fly open to find his face inches from yours, sharp teeth stained crimson with your blood bared. It drips down his chin, landing on you.

Before you can process, he crushes his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss.

The taste of copper fills your mouth as his teeth clash against yours. His tongue traces your bottom lip, cold and insistent. You can taste your own blood. You’ve already established that this is wrong, but everything feels electric. His cold fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear. The coolness of his touch soothing you. He unbuttons his pants. You feel his length press against your thigh, cold and hard. His mouth finds yours again in another bruising kiss as he positions himself between your legs.

The creature has made you come alive and now he wants to feel it.

He enters you slowly, stealing your breath away. The contrast between his icy touch and your feverish skin is maddening. His hips snap forward and you arch beneath him, a deep groan from your throat as he sets a merciless pace. His mouth finds your throat again, his teeth piercing your flesh once more as his thrusts grow more desperate. The sharp pain mingles with pleasure, making your head spin as you cling to him. Your nails dig into his back through the fabric of his coat.

His growls grow more feral with each thrust, vibrating against your throat where his teeth are still buried in your flesh. Your moans echo in the darkness of your room, unashamed and desperate. You're taking him deeper, harder, your body accepting everything he gives you. He releases your throat with a snarl, blood dripping from his lips as he looks down at you with that bone-white eye. His thrusts become more erratic, more animalistic.

Shadows pulse and swirl around you both. The creature's white eye glows brighter until it’s the only thing you can see. Your body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you cum. A strangled cry rips from the creature's throat, how you clench around him driving him to finish inside you.

The glow of his eye dims, and the shadows consume you.

“Oh, pretty thing," you hear from the darkness, "your despair tasted divine." His cold fingers trace your jaw. "And your liveliness... absolutely intoxicating."

Consciousness fades.

You do feel lighter.

[nik1okrock]

Vampire ∼ N.RK

Summary: Vampires, what amazing creatures, strong, attractive, even mysterious, but that wasn't Riki's case with you. Genre: smut

Warnings: Vampire!Riki, suggestive, biting, mentions of blood, marking, sucking, unprotected sex (DO NOT!), p in v, oral, nipple play (let me know if i missed smth)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

It was a normal night, Riki struggling at the shoves to cook some ramen as you felt the unusual need to cling to him. You hugged his side, staying close to his shoulder as you got to your tiptoes to bury your face in the crook of his neck, him automatically leaning down to not make you struggle. He was a good friend and knowing that you both didn't ruin your friendship by having drunk sex a few nights before made you sigh in relief.

You were now leaving hot, wet, open mouthed kisses as you sometimes bit down on his cold flesh, sucking and nibbling on it, leaving sore reddish marks behind. It wasn't part of your behaviour, to RIki it seemed like you weren't you. You smelled his neck, bit on it, sucked and nibbled, like you were a newborn vampire that just wanted attention from their partner, struggling to understand but it was impossible, right? You weren't a vampire; he was and you found out early that day, arguing and feeling betrayed by him even if you forgave him. It was like you couldn't stay away from him, you felt this need to mark him and never let him go again. It was then when he noticed the red bruise on your shoulder, the way his shirt hung loosely on your smaller frame as you started to drain blood from his neck. At the sharp pain he pulled you away, hearing your whines as you tried to get back and suck the red liquid from the wound you just created.

"Love..."

He mumbled, tilting your head to the side to look at the mark on your shoulder, the mod pet name slipping off his lips just like earlier, when he tried to make you realize that he wasn't a dangerous vampire.

"Stay put okay?"

He commanded and you obeyed, your body listening to him even if you didn't want to listen. What was wrong with you?

He moved the neck of the shirt off your shoulder, showing fully the red bite mark; it was clearly a few days old, clearly made by a vampire, was it all Riki's fault? Were you now turning into a monster like him because he couldn't control himself as he was drunk and lost in what had been his 4th time releasing that night? He let go of you, your arms thrown around his waist as your whole body collided with his and you almost moaned at feeling him back in your arms, burying your face in his chest and humming in pure joy instead.

"So needy and clingy, my little newborn"

He teased you, his warm voice and soft laugh rumbling in his chest. you didn't really understand what he need meant bay with the term "newborn" but you didn't really care, you just started to suck on his neck again, almost like you were teethings He just turned off the stove at that point, throwing the almost boiling water in the kitchen sink and then left a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"Don't ask me why but I feel like you're not hungry anymore ... Am I right?"

And you nodded, still sucking blood from him until you felt full. You seemed to have very little hunger besides being a newborn, he just wondered if you were craving something else.

Riki brought you to bed, noticing how your eyes looked heavy, you were just like a baby after being fed, which was unusual for vampires who usually as newborns were often hyperactive and hypersexual.

"-Ki, 'm very tired...

You hiccupped, your voice already sounding sleepy as he helped you under the covers.

"Jast doze off, love, I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not moving!"

He smiled warmly at you, besides being your best friend he, indeed, loved you with his immortal heart, the way you acted so clingy got him. cuteness overload, but also made him hard, like... Really hard, Feeling your boobs pressed on his chest. your hardened ripples, he was just glad you didn't notice his little -not so little- friend poking you.

Unluckily -I'm not so sure about it- you stopped his & weird thoughts by pulling him down on the bed with you, Kicking away your shorts as you started to wake up again.

Nice, you didn't even take a 15 min nap when you already were waking up, maybe you were an abnormal newborn calm but very horny.

"Riki baby."

You whined, your tone already begging him to fuck you dumb and raw. He stiffened a bit as you pushed your head under his shirt, kissing your biting and sucking on his skin until you reached his nipples; they might be small and he was tall and lean, but definitely that turned you on even more.

He blushed heavily at your action, the way your hands roamed over his torso made his blood rush south, just like you did; untying his sweatpants and freeing his cock. You stared at it: the flushed tip, the throbbing veins and the size; you hadn't really seen it this dose last time, the time he took it out was inside you, but not this. already inside you time, you were good even willing to make him feel though you couldn't use your Leep throat, you wanted to give him more than some angry and drunk sex in the room of a party host. You slowly took the tip in, your tongue swirling around it as if it was made for you to do so and, after a few minutes of teasing Riki couldn't take it anymore, he took a fist full of your hair and pushed you down, almost choking on his length. You found yourself crying, moaning against it as he bobbed your head.

"So good love.... So good."

He praised and felt your teeth slightly scrape as you tried to breath, he stopped his movements, still keeping himself deep in your mouth.

"Breathe through your nose love. Yeah, just like that.”

You did as he instructed, starting to move again on your own, earning a low and gruttal sound of satisfaction.

And soon you felt him twitch, your hair being grabbed forcefully as he came, painting your throat with his thick cum.

"Swallow, baby…”

He breathed out, his voice rough and full of lust as he pulled you away from his pelvis and made you lay next to him, cleaning the corners of your mouth once you gulped the salty fluid. He caressed your tears away feeling a bit guilty for having wrecked you. so much, but he wasn't done with you yet and you both knew. He leaned in to softly peck your lip, his full extended fangs grazing the skin there as he could taste himself on you, maybe it just fueled his desire. Without him noticing you kicked off your panties, slowly getting on top of him, pushing him inside of your already dripping wet core, earning a moan from you as you felt the stretch, a gasp from him due the shock and how tight you felt.

You buried your face in his neck, kissing him as your hips unintentionally jerked.

"Can we stay like this? It's nice."

You moaned in his skin, your voice sounding so tired and yet needy. His hands went to grab

your ass, gripping it almost to a bruisin strength; his hips started to snap back and forth, lifting you to meet his movements. You shuddered, already feeling overstimulated, you moaned, cried, and soon you felt like the need to pee, your walls clenching and clenching around Riki, making it almost impossible to move.

A few more hits and you whined, biting his neck to not scream; squirting all over his pelvis and abs. You felt like passing out, Riki was already caressing your back as he soon came too with a loud moan.

“Damn baby… You made a mess"

He tried to laugh out of tiredness, giving you a loving kiss on your temple as you kept biting his neck.

He felt so drained and exhausted at that moment, it was awkward for him, he had a very high sex drive yet he couldn't barely move. You were both asleep within a few minutes, not moving from the position you were in, cuddled together with him still inside of you and nothing much changed from had changed when you woke up, just that he had flipped you over and he was painfully slowly grinding into you. It wasn't really his intention as he was still asleep.

Maybe it was time to accept that you had been turned into a vampire, and even admit to yourself that you acually loved Riki, like a fucking lot.

[artistfromspace]

I hated the thought of who I really was, and that conflict made me become someone who wasn't me

G3 Valentine? Can we please get a G3 Valentine? Working on this design I figured he would probably be some sort of crypt-tok sinfluencer or something, who feeds on the attention and shallow approval of his followers. He's malnourished and cranky and will do just about anything to boost his views, including putting other monsters down to build himself up.

Not nearly as despicable as G1 Val, but maybe I want to speedrun his redemption arc. Sue me.

[helpimstuckinafandom]

JUSTICE FOR DAVINA CLAIRE I'M SO FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK OFF OH MY FUCKING GOD

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

remmick and the vampires present a false dichotomy

Hogwood (the man who sold the twins the mill) and the KKK are very obviously bad, they are outright malicious bigotry, they use the n-word and plan to lynch the moore's and their community, they are so blatantly racist and hateful it's unavoidably obvious

remmick and the vampires however say that they believe in equality, say that they want to create a community, and yet remmick's goal throught the movie is to both metaphorically and literally steal sammie's ability for his own goal of reconnecting with his irish ancestors, a white man wants to harm a young and upcoming black man and use talents for his own goals without giving any regard to said black man's autonomy or agency

when sammie sings 'I lied to you' in the juke joint and calls forth the spirits from the past and future, it's a blend of cultures; west african, east asian, native american, and african american song and dance blend together across time and space to tell the stories of blues; where it takes its inspiration from, the music genres it then inspired, the complex history of black american culture and its intersections with other peoples of colour in the USA

when remmick and the vampires kill and turn the people in the juke joint, and then perform rocky road to dublin, only remmick's irish culture is on display, there is no influence from the black and asian people he has forcibly assimilated into his song, it's juxtaposition with the earlier scene is blatant, remmick is more than happy to assimilate people of colour into his 'community' of 'equals', and yet its only whiteness that is celebrated, that is normative

remmick claims that he's doing people a favour by turning them immortal, conviently ignoring that he literally has to suck the life out of them to do so, trapping their spirits on earth, he claims that he's the good guy, that the KKK were gonna come and lynch everyone at the joint in the morning anyways, conviently ignoring that he's doing the exact same thing; a white man leading a mob to kill a bunch of black people

in the final confrontation with sammie remmick repeatedly dunks him into the river, a forceful baptism. both the celtic irish and enslaved west africans had their religions suppressed and destroyed by colonialsm, had christianity forced upon them by the british empire, and in that scene we see remmick repeating that cycle, using christianity to inflict harm, and sammie reclaiming christianity, despite all the complex emotions he has arround it, as many colonised peoples have and still do, when he recites the lord's prayer

remmick and the vampires are no less racist than hogwood and the KKK, are no less predatory or evil, they're just less blantant about their bigotry, they represent the system, the normalised white supremacy that is seeped into the very foundation of culture in america, the point isnt that remmick would call any of the black characters in the movie the n-word, i dont think he would, the point is that his exploitation and desacration and inserting-himself-into-when-he-wasn't-invited of the juke joint is a microcosm of what white people have done to black american arts and culture since ever since there have been black and white people in america, and even before that

theres a reason vultures are shown early on in this movie

[girlkisser13]

diet mountain dew

"you’re no good for me" "but baby, i want you, i want you, i want you"

pairings: klaus mikaelson x human fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut (18+), blood kink, blood sharing, unprotected sex (practice safe sex guys), creampie, needy klaus.

summary: you let klaus feed on you.

you'd expected him to be hungry. you just hadn't realized how ravenous he was, nor what drinking blood did to him.

"f-fuck, ah— c-careful," you gasped.

your voice echoed in the empty room, and his pleasurable grunts echoed with it. it was so dark that you could barely see a thing. you winced, again, from the strange new sensations surging through your body.

"ah— c-careful, klaus, please" you squeaked, it was the only sound that could escape your throat as he clamped your shoulder in his jaw. your neck was soaked, smeared in spit and blood, a leftover gift from when he had searched for the safest spot to drink.

he'd settled on the spot between your collarbone and neck, and there his teeth had sunk in.

with his fangs pierced right down to the bone and his lips bruising your skin, he continued to carefully suck your blood out and into his mouth. it felt like heaven, warm and wet sliding down his throat. to you it was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.

"a-ah... is—is it, okay?" you whimpered.

klaus let out a low moan in response.

you couldn't move. you were clamped in his jaw, the jaw of a predator designed to keep its prey still, and his body was pinning yours to the cold wood of the floor.

to any passerby you would have looked terrifying. his body was obscured in the dark, appearing as just a hulking, bloody shadow, merging and distorting the outline of your own form; the visage of a monster in the night, consuming the body of a frightened human.

but that wasn't how you saw it. no, you were in the thralls of absolute delight.

one of his hands were on your waist, his fingers carefully drawing you up until you were held taut beneath his body, and the other hand was feverishly groping your tits.

he had torn your dress to feed and then tore a little further, leaving your skin bare right down to your ribs. he was squeezing, stroking, his thumb desperately massaging your nipple. he wanted to hear your whimpers, your soft jolts when he overstimulated that sensitive spot.

you felt him sink down between your legs, his hardened bulge thick and round as it nudged at your bare thigh. he was softly grinding it up against your panties.

you'd never do this, never. this wasn't like you at all. but you were doing it now.

you were mewled as he dry-humped your little body.

your breath was ragged, the soft puffs of condensation from your lips turned a ghostly white by the pale light.

feeding had always been a euphoric experience for him. but now, with you, it had become a full body orgasmic experience, feeding every positive stimulus in his brain and body.

every nerve in his body was on fire in the best way. his body was pulsing, pumping. his arms were covered in goosebumps, his dark hair standing on end, and his cock was painfully erect beneath his pants.

he needed relief. he needed more.

"mmm... mmm," his muffled groans got louder as he continued to feed.

his conscious brain was fighting those deep, vampiric urges, the need to indulge in pleasure no matter the consequences, but his subconcious was primal.

if he had his way he'd drain everything, slowly, all while pumping between your legs into your pretty little cunt, but he couldn't allow that.

you were a sweet, naïve thing, you'd just let him take you up here. your whimpers were heaven, but your softness was too pure for him to fully ruin.

so he forced himself to break a part from you.

he withdrew his fangs and pulled back, revealing the purple, bruised skin of your shoulder. he licked the wound clean before forcing himself away.

"please, please, if you—if you give me your wrist, i—i'll be done, and—"

klaus paused to pant, his lips still stained red. you watched your own blood drip down his chin.

"and, if i could... have you, in another way, it may help to, calm my urges" he said, his voice husky and dark. you watched his eyes glimmer a bright gold. "may i have you?"

"yes," you instinctively blurted, he lunged forward and kissed you. his lips were hard, rough, and you could taste the metallic sting of blood on them. when he pulled back he looked overjoyed.

"good. good. come here, love," he ordered.

you jolted as he dragged your body forward. he carefully tore a hole through your dress and panties with his bare hands.

you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare and slick-coated pussy, but klaus didn't leave you bare for long.

he roughly manhandled you onto the ground before stripping out his suit, allowing his already erect cock to fall down hard on your clit. the sight caused a small, surprised noise to escape your throat, one that he relished.

he was slow, deliberately distracting you with his cock as he raised your wrist to his mouth. he kept you captivated as he carefully slid it inch by inch down your swollen clit, letting you feel every inch.

the pleasure of sinking both his teeth and his cock into you at once was enough to make him physically shake.

with a soft grunt he penetrated both.

your words were turned to gibberish as he pushed his cock in deep, until his pelvis was perfectly squished up against you. the moment your blood hit his throat he started to pump.

you were inside him, and he was inside you. on that filthy, cold floor, you were his.

he started to push his cock in tandem with his teeth.

as his fangs gently shifted beneath the skin, as his lips sucked and bruised, his fat cock gently slipped in and out of your cunt. for such a furious feeder he was a surprisingly gentle lover.

he was terrifyingly strong, that much was clear up close. he bent your thighs until they ached, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you in place, and with each push you could feel the power he was holding back.

you felt him pumping, drawing out your precious blood while his cock ravaged you from inside. each delicious slip, each pulsing throb, every time you felt his cock twitching for attention against your creamy walls, it was unbearable.

you were whining, your heavy breathes producing less and less ghostly condensation. klaus was panting furiously with each thrust, his breath condensing like smoke as he huffed through his curled nose. he was lost in the pleasure, the urge, the need.

and between the tightness, the heat, the copious oozing slick squelching and pooling around his bare skin and dripping off his balls as they smacked against your ass, mixed with the sound of you whining and the fresh blood in his body, he couldn't last any longer.

with a single, muffled groan, klaus came inside of you. his blue eyes rolled back and his body began to buck, smacking your hips until they went numb.

just as he felt your hot blood filling his mouth you felt his thick seed pooling and squishing its way into your cunt, filling every available space. it started to seep out as he continued to hump your limp body, now hanging in sweat, hot pearly strings between his pelvis and your inner thighs.

he pumped inside you until he was utterly spent, his own head now hazy and light, and at last he released you. your wrist fell limp to the floor.

klaus coyly wiped his mouth on the back of his wrist before brushing your forehead. "are—are you alright?"

the relief he felt when you shakily nodded was unmatched.

"thank you," he murmured, his fingers lingering on your cheek. "you were... delicious."

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji who leaves hickeys all over you so often that you have to push him away when you start looking like you fought an octopus.

"Toji, you know these aren't always gonna be so small. They're gonna end up looking like bruises. Just look at the ones you already left."

"Mhm," he hums, already leaving another one on your shoulder blade, releasing your skin with a wet smack of his lips. He rubs his spit into the mark like it's some sort of salve that'll make it last longer.

"I'm fine with these," you say, looking at all the one's he left on your chest and below. "but my neck... i'm running out of makeup, baby. I won't be able to cover them if you keep this up."

"Then don't." He would just love that. Despite how nonchalant he sounds about it, it's a highly recommended suggestion. He would genuinely love it if you walked around with his marks all over your neck. People will automatically know that you already have someone you get freaky with.

"I have to go to work sometime. I wouldn't be able to take having my neck stared at by everyone I talk to. No more neck hickeys."

He nears your neck, again. The second you say he can't put another mark on it, he spots a clear area and leans in, lightly pressing his lips against it.

"Tojiii," you whine, leaning forward, away from him. "Leave it alone."

"But, it's clear. It's lonely without being marked like the rest of your neck." He scoots forward again, putting his enormous hands on your waist to pull you close. "I'll be quick. Just-"

"Mm-mm. No," you interrupt, brushing his hands off of you.

"I might just die if you don't let me do this, ma."

"Really?" You raise your brows in disbelief.

"Really," he responds, so confidently.

You scoff. "You're so dramatic. You won't die if you don't get to suck on my neck."

"Who knows? I might spontaneously collapse because of it. Weirder, more unexplainable things have happened."

He's so dumb sometimes. Your hunk is absolutely ridiculous, and yet you find yourself weighing towards his point in this.

"Would marking up that blank space actually cure you?" You feel as silly as him for asking the question.

"Who's to say?"

You tilt your head and deadpan. "Right. I guess i'll take my chances and just keep the random patch of unmarked skin on my neck."

"Hey, that doesn't mean we can't try. Come on, now."

You groan and roll your eyes before making your way back to him. He cups your cheeks, smirking as he looks into your eyes, before turning your head to expose the blank area on your neck.

"It's a reaaally good spot, doll. I think i'm gonna make it."

You huff, unable to look at him because of the way your head is turned. You feel his tongue slide over your neck, the gesture transitioning to his lips kissing the area and then it feels sharp. His lips leave a stinging sensation with every second that they stay on you.

"Ow, fuck, you vampire. It feels like you're actually trying to suck the blood out of me." You wince. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm done." He admires his masterpiece and smirks with pride. You have an entire collar of hickeys that he put on you, and the newest one looks mean.

"You look pretty. Could eat you up, mama." He swipes at the new mark with his thumb, looking at the color that will remain on your skin for the next few days.

"I can tell. You already devoured me. You're insane. Just look at all of this," you say, running your hand over your kiss stained neck.

"I was just nibbling on you," he speaks, into your jaw, before smoothly laying you down, onto the bed. "Just wanted a little taste," he says, taking your hands in his and pinning them above your head. "Am I really insane for that?"

"Um..." you laugh, making your flustered state obvious. "Yes?"

"Damn." He gives you a long, deep kiss, that makes you forget what you were talking about. "You think i'm crazy?" You hum, and he does it again.

"Haven't you played with me enough? I feel like i'm some chew toy for you." You giggle, feeling his lips on your cheek, trailing towards your jaw.

He hums, dismissively. "Found more blank space."

[be-xkyy]

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ

Warning: sexual content (mentioned), forced transformation, murder (mentioned), isolation, child abduction, blood, violence.

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★ @minshookie29 ★ @rosey1981 ★ @thejadevvitch ★ @jellystar-star ★

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Son name: Alexandre

Husband name: Louis

Masterlist

Yandere Vampire who doesn't understand why you're so cold toward him; yes, maybe he killed all your friends and locked you in his castle, but he only did it because it was necessary.

Yandere Vampire who thinks you're being overly dramatic; he's already made up for his mistakes, turning you into a vampire, HIS mate, HIS wife, HIS duchess. Don't you see that he did the best for you by freeing you from your pathetic mortality? He gave you the greatest gift of all: eternal life.

Yandere Vampire who, despite his best attempts to make you happy, you're always melancholic. He gives you precious jewels that are over a century old. He makes sure his servants take care of everything and follow your every command so you don't have to lift a finger. He makes passionate love to you every night, giving you so many orgasms and love that in the end, you can't even form a coherent word. So why aren't you happy?

Yandere Vampire who after a long time decides to stop trying to figure out what you need to be happy and asks you directly (which is what he should have done from the start). One night, when you're both in your shared chambers, he decides to ask you the blessed question.

“I see that during these long months, my hard work to bring you happiness and joy has been a complete failure, so tell me, my dear, what do you need to be happy?”

“I want to be free. I no longer want to be confined within the walls of this castle. I don't want to be with you.”

“...”

Yandere Vampire who falls silent upon hearing your cold response; it almost seems as if your words didn't affect him, but his red eyes, which seem to glow, betray his anger. That, coupled with the lover/creator bond that unites your souls and betrays his anger, which seems to burn your body from the inside with a blazing fire, makes you shudder.

Yandere Vampire who decides to be merciful and forget this conversation, but not before threatening you. He approaches you, grabbing your jaw firmly. His elegant, ringed fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, which shine with a burning and terrifying fury.

“Never, EVER say something like that again, my dear, or I'll show you what it means to truly feel miserable and unhappy.”

Yandere Vampire who becomes more distinct and rougher in the months following your small talk. He makes love to you more roughly, leaving your body aching and your neck and chest covered in bites and love marks. In retaliation, you leave his pale back covered in deep, bloody scratches (which only feed his ego).

Yandere Vampire who one day while looking for his next dinner date in a nearby town sees a smiling happy woman in a house who reminds him of you when he first met you. She's sitting in front of the fire in the fireplace, which illuminates her with a yellow and golden glow; she's cooing to a baby who's laughing and gurgling happily; a light bulb goes on in his head when he sees this scene. Maybe that's what you need to be happy, a baby. Little brats always bring joy and happiness, right? Maybe you two can't have a baby biologically, but he can take someone else's baby... right?

Yandere Vampire who decides to take matters into his own hands. He sneaks inside the house, ignoring the pain in his throat and yearning to suck the woman's blood dry. After all, he can't alert the town of his presence (there are already many suspicions of vampires in the area). So, he decides to be subtle and snaps the woman's neck, which he does. He sneaks up behind her when she notices his presence; it's too late. He hears the woman's heart race as he grabs her jaw from behind and twists her head with an ugly "crack." The woman's heartbeat stops, and her body goes limp.

Yandere vampire who drops the woman's body to the ground and focuses all his attention on the baby lying on the floor on a worn, old floral blanket. The baby's lower lip trembles as if he can understand the cruel fate of his only parent. His eyes water, and high-pitched sobs soon follow.

“Waah-Waah!!!”

“Hey brat, don't cry. You have no idea what a favor I'm doing you! Now you'll have a beautiful and loving new mother. No more old or worn-out blankets, just the finest clothes and silks for you.”

Yandere Vampire who takes the child in his arms, rocking him a little, but he doesn't stop crying; on the contrary, he cries even more. Frustrated, he covers the baby's mouth, slightly muffling his sobs, and slips out of the house, quickly heading for his castle.

Yandere Vampire who enters the castle through the extensive gardens filled with red roses. He ignores the curious servants who stare at him curiously as he enters with the sobbing baby in his arms and, without wasting any time, heads to his chambers, where he knows for sure you'll be. He pushes open the wooden door and enters. Your eyes immediately look at him, or rather, at the child in his arms.

“My dear! Look at the gift I brought you.”

“From where? Where are his parents?”

“The mother is dead, and there was no sign of the father anywhere, so now he's all yours!”

Yandere Vampire who smiles proudly when you approach and take the baby from his arms. His eyes soften when he sees you cooing at the baby, gently rocking him in your arms, and the child soon calms down. You head to the bed, placing the baby on the soft silk sheets, protecting him from the cold. He can't help but notice the child's resemblance to you, but he snaps out of his thoughts when he hears your annoyed voice.

“You carried him all over the frozen forest in just pajamas? A baby is very delicate and could get seriously ill, you stupid man.”

“I didn't think of that at the time, my dear. I just thought of bringing him to you, and now he's here with you. That's better than nothing, right?”

Yandere Vampire who happily notices how you become someone much more energetic and happy since the arrival of the baby; although he won't deny that he's a little jealous of the fact that you spend more time with the baby (whom you named Alexandre) than with him; you take Alexandre for walks in the garden, you bathe him, you dress him and you even read to him to put him to sleep; the baby quickly became very attached to you.

“Mother! Mother, look at this!”

“I'm seeing you, my love.”

Your voice comes out lovingly as you look at the now five-year-old boy running through the rosebushes adored with vibrant red roses. You walk slowly, following your little boy. Louis, your husband, walks beside you. Your arm is intertwined with his, though you ignore him most of the time. But that doesn't make him talk any less.

“He grew up so fast, don't you think? I remember when I brought him here, and he was just a baby.”

“I remember.”

“I honestly didn't expect him to make it past the week, you know, given the fact that he was cold and malnourished, but your love seems to be able to cure anything, my dear.”

“...”

Your red eyes glare at him in annoyance, and he just smiles, revealing his white teeth and sharp fangs. You want to wipe that smile off your face and slap him for saying something so out of place, but you hold back as Alexandre runs up to you both.

“Mother! Father! I want to see the roses up close! Lift me up, father!”

“Yes, sir! As Your Highness commands!”

You can't help but let out a laugh as your son reaches out for his father, bouncing slightly before Louis finally picks him up and places him on his hip. Alexandre stares at the roses (which he's seen a million times before) with fascination before pouting.

“Roses have the same color as her eyes! I want my eyes to be red too, father!”

“I think your eyes are beautiful—”

“Don't worry, my son, soon your eyes will be red too.”

“Louis—!”

“Really, Father?! I'm so happy my eyes will be like yours and my mother!”

~~~

“Have you lost your mind?! Why are you telling my son he'll also have red eyes?! He's not going to turn into a vampire!”

You yell in annoyance as you pace around your chambers, your furious eyes glaring at him accusingly as he lies in bed, propped up against the pillows. He smiles at you with a shrug before getting up from the bed and walking over to you.

“Why not? I mean, our son could live forever as a five-year-old. Is that really so bad, my dear?”

“That's selfish! You killed his parents, forced him to live confined here in this castle, and now you also want to force him to be five forever?! You are truly a horrible man!”

“His mother.”

“What...?”

“I killed his mother. I already told you there was no father anywhere, and I confined him here because it's safer for him... besides, I know the idea of ​​him being five forever doesn't bother you, my dear.”

“That's not true—!”

“Oh, you can deny it all you want, but I can feel in our bond that you don't mind the idea at all. It almost seems like you'd like him to be your baby forever... so tell me, my dear, who is the really horrible person here, huh?”

You don't know how to respond, because it's true, everything he says is true. You don't want your son to grow up and leave here, leaving you with the pain and agony of your lost life tormenting your soul again. Just thinking about it sends a feeling of pain to your dead heart. Even though you hate yourself for being so selfish, you can't deny what he's saying, so you duck your head and remain silent.

He lets out a playful laugh, moving closer to you. He runs his ringed hands down the front of your dress's corset, tracing the soft fabric with his fingers. His hands slide back, playing with the laces of the corset, untying the knot and loosening the bodice. He rubs his nose against your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses up to your ear. You shudder when his cold breath hits your skin. He murmurs playfully against your ear.

“Don't be ashamed, my dear. After all, being selfish is in our blood. Just let yourself go~”

[no-144444]

mclaren masterlist!

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oscar piastri

false starts and unthinkable mistakes Oscar comes to you at the end of a bad race

debuts and podiums how oscar celebrates after your first race, and first win.

mishaps online oscar accidentally posts a nude online the night before your big concert and launch. oops.

red flag you get in an accident on track

the disgraced pop princess oscar is your salvation after things so horribly wrong

-> his disgraced pop princess oscar is there for you through your first real GP weekend and everything else, of course

my girl fans made a youtube compilation of oscar and you being in love since your prema days.

slip-up oscar slips up about your wedding

pointe shoes and racecars you and oscar had grown up together, and grown apart. now you're teaching him ballet for a mclaren video. will you two reconnect?

family fights you and oscar were never meant to be together, lando made that clear. one night changes everything, then another changes it again.

accident prone oscar comes home one night hurt, how do you deal with it?

bad day you had an awful day, but at least you're coming home to him.

Stoic much? oscar might be too good at the whole 'keeping a secret' thing. like, really good.

wallflowers like flowers too you never thought you'd find love, especially not with your best friend at his sister's wedding.

chancer Can he figure out who you are at the masquerade ball before you leave forever?

mark my words mark (webber) 'slips up' about your marriage.

nothing bad! the sprint pisses you off, ted's notebook catches you at a bad time, you say some things, oscar posts some things, and it ends up being one of the most popular ad campaigns in history. oops.

quick tweet, big problem you and oscar are together, but the world doesn't need to know you're engaged. lando decides they do.

knowing me, knowing you you're a broadway star, and oscar has to know everything about a topic for the 'anything but F1' segment. win-win when his girlfriend is in the public eye.

gymming oscar doesn't want you going to the gym

then we can breaking up sucks.

first kisses being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig, especially when your old friend is an f1 driver and is interested in you...

-> first dinners being jack wolff's nanny is a pretty sick gig... only when your boss (/ father figure) isn't trying to interrogate your new boyfriend. (18+)

-> vampire oscar gets a new nickname...

guilt tripping oscar asks something of you that you know you can't do. you do it anyway and it ends in you two almost breaking up. almost.

farm girl what's a better way to a guys attention than shouting at him for being too slow?

sweating oscar has been acting strange

mixup oscar gets a bit jelly when you and franco get close

guilty oscar gets a bit worried about you when you start overworking yourself

get through it oscar's there for you after you loose your mom.

the trouble with racing at the first race of the season, oscar figures something out that could change his life forever.

-> different the differences are starting to show ow that oscar is going to be present in mia's life, and in turn, yours. -> the fuck up the silence has become loud in the mclaren garage now they're back from their week-long break. what's making oscar so miserable? lando wants to get to the bottom of it...

marriage talk oscar answers random questions for mclaren's instagram, not once did he think it would take him down this road...

family game night family game night in the off-season

hab oscar's experience of being your mechanic, and you winning on his birthday

new meetings oscar is terrified for you to meet his family, funnily enough, you already know a few of them...

kind man the aftermath of the australian grand prix...

birthday boy no one likes to be disappointed on their birthday

all roads lead home oscar misses you while your gone

the oscars you bring your own oscar to the oscar's!

expecting the unexpected saudi arabia and oscar piastri mix well.

dear god 2 years after he's seen you, and you're still both thinking the same thing... (18+)

sunscreen oscar isn't jealous, but he's not not jealous either. you remind him why he has no reason to be

lando norris

mistakes the aftermath of the Hungarian gp

family issues lando (and his mum) are there for you during a difficult time.

catch-up lando after monza

the break up of the century you and lando break up on horrible terms, could a new album and a special performance bring you tow back together?

making moves Lando and you don't exactly get along and now you're quitting, he'll surely take it well, right?

misguided mishaps One bed between you and your brother's best friend… what could go wrong? (18+)

was it casual? the seriousness of your relationship wasn't exactly clear... leading to unforseen circumstances... (18+)

3 minutes lando overshoots an overtake, and you go off the track. what then ensues is the most stressful and awful 3 hours of his life.

2 hands your stunt-driver pulled out the day before the shoot, good thing you're dating an f1 driver. (18+)

risotto brazil was shit

prince charming lando brings his niece to the ballet, who knew he'd find love?

holidate Y/n, who gets mocked for being single, finds the perfect solution when she meets Lando, an F1 driver. Now she has the perfect date for her holidays, but her heart starts yearning for something more.

"oh yeah?" you and lando go out to celebrate his win and the championship, but you run into someone...

prison, not a promise lando proposes and it doesn't go as planned...

don't embarrass me you and lando have a fight on NYE

total wipe out lando has a chance encounter that changes his life

nothing to say based off of harry and karen's story in love actually

who's he? you've always been more famous, but now jack whitehall has decided to address it

cheeky he takes care of you whilst you are ill (emetophobia warning!)

revolving door he keeps coming back...

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our favourite presenter, y/n y/l/n! f1 grid x reader x oscar piastri

Presenting… y/n y/l/n Tweets about our favourite F1 commentator!

Judgy McJudgy Pants or Osc? You decide! you and oscar are getting closer, or are you?

dangerous media things go downhill fast as you fall, and he has to catch you. what makes it worse is what he says after…

lies and flights you two have a moment, the moment ends, and so does something else...

confronting a confrontation in a hotel room doesn't go so well thanks to Franco's loud mouth...

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playing favourites masterlist

your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader

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twists and turns masterlist

lando norris was a preppy asshole in secondary school, and you were the girl he despised. years later, you're a hot-shot sports lawyer rewriting the rules of the sport he calls home, and your paths cross, whether you want them to or not.

pairing: lando norris x fem! lawyer! reader

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faking it au masterlist

all's fair in love and fake relationships, yet Lando Norris somehow still finds a way to play dirty. you need the cash, he needs the popularity and to keep his name out of f1 gossips pages mouths. enter, the perfect, frustrating, awful relationship.

pairing: lando norris x fem! actress! reader

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[chericos]

BLOOD SUCKING FREAKS!

your faves as vampires— multifandom headcanons

fandom list— vnc (the case study of Vanitas), bsd, jjk, mha, one piece, aot, kny, csm, genshin impact (brings back memories…), haikyuu, soul eater, hxh + more!

cws: nsfw?, blood, biting, possessive/yandere themes, dark themes, bites can be used as a sort of aphrodisiac, overstim themes, mentions of bruising, chasing, “hunting”, mentions of being tied/chained up, some are darker than others due to the characters being more inherently “evil”, unedited, you can tell who my favs are, sorry if some are short... tell me if I missed anything!

MDNI

He’s so sweet and kind with you, always ensuring you’re fully prepared to take him. His big rough hands toying and prodding in such a gentle manner that you can’t help but cry out for more. Tears prick the corner of your eyes at his slow pace, you’re not sure how much longer you could keep going like this. His hands trail up and down leaving goosebumps across your skin. His eyes sharpen as he peers down at the junction of your neck. He tilts his head down, inhaling deeply as he drags his tongue up your collarbone. He hovers over your pulse point, sharp fangs grazing the sensitive spot and you shiver at the feeling.

“May I?”

His voice is thick and laced with lust. you feebly nod your head, letting out a small whimper. He hesitates slightly before biting down. It is weak, and only just pierces the skin enough for it to bleed. But what did you expect your hunk of a vampire is just soft.

Maybe a little too soft.

— Izuku, Tamaki, All might, Nighteye, Nanami, Higuruma, Ino, Rengoku, Gyomei, Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Jouno, Atsushi, Roland, Zack Fair, Armin, Shiro, Kunigami, Reo, Kurapika, Cyno, Aether, Gepard, Hinata, Sugawara, Yamaguchi + your fav

Your skin is already littered with bruises and teeth marks. Small beads of blood trickle down your chest and he carefully laps at them. He's been at it for hours, marking you up, making sure whoever dares to look at you knows you belong to him. But who could blame him

Your flesh is so soft and tender between his teeth he can’t help but want to take a bite. It's like you've put him in a trance. His gorgeous girlfriend, who's so eager and pliable to his touch. You were practically made for him. And the sweet sounds you make when he pushes deeper inside of you, it's not his fault your moans are so hypnotizing.

He doesn't normally get so worked up, but you've been riling him up all day. Teasing him with your touches, whispering dirty words into his ear, it's only natural he would break at some point.

He didn’t mean to get rough, but you just tasted so good he couldn’t resist. You won’t blame him… right?

— Xiao, Ayato, Zhongli, Diluc, Alhaitham, Aizawa, Shoto, Shinso, Bakugo, Gojo, Noritoshi, Vanitas, Uzui, Giyuu, Zoro, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Aki, Rin, Isagi, Shidou, Sae, Tobio, Suna, Oikawa, Reno, Leon, Eren, Jean, Levi, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan + your fav

He's so messy.

Spending hours in between your thighs, kissing the supple skin, and also leaving his claim in their place. he's basically eating you alive, bite marks indented in the flesh, and he hasn't even touched you yet. You're whining for him to stop teasing, pleading for him to give you what you want. And who is he to deny?

Arms hooked under your thighs, keeping you in place from thrashing around. He buries his face into you, his nose nudging up against your clit, and the sensation has you jolting. He gives a tentative lick, eyes shooting up to look at your reaction. Your hands nestle into his hair, tugging at the roots as a moan slips out from your lips. And after that, he's ruthless, eating you out like you're a 5-star meal (you are). He's kissing and licking and sucking, and god, whatever the hell he's doing it's making your mind blank.

You don't have it in you to care about how loud you're being, and he doesn't seem to care either. In fact, they seem to encourage him to rip those pretty pretty sounds from you.

“So sweet f’me baby,”

Slick is practically covering the lower half of his face, but he doesn't seem to care. His eyes are blown wide, giving you a dazed out stare as he continues to lap at your core.

This was going to be a long night.

— Noè, Choso, Connie, Luffy, Tighnari, Kazuha, Itto, Kaeya, Leorio, Ranpo, Techou, Tachihara, Cloud, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Kaiser, Aiku, Kuroo, Tanaka, Miya twins, Hizashi, Mirio, Jin, Hawks, Tamaki, Sero, Denki, Kirishima, Sampo, Jiaoqui + your fav

You're such a brat.

You're lucky he still puts up with you after everything you've pulled. He glares down at you, the eye contact making you uneasy. Your mewling and whimpering did nothing to sway him. Your hands are still tied behind your back as his thighs continue to spread your legs open. His hands as roaming your body, squealing and pinching in places that make you jump, before he leaves them to play with your nipples.

His touch is light and teasing, driving you insane. Your nipples harden under his touch, embarrassing sounds escaping your throat as he continues to toy with them. You shove your face into the pillows next to you to muffle them. One of his hands leaves your chest to grip your chin, tilting your head back to stare directly at him. He wants to see every expression you make.

The tension between your legs becomes too much to ignore and you begin to discreetly hump his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction to relieve you. At least you thought you were discreet. You don't far before his hands are off you and he's shoving you away. With teary eyes you stare at him confused, why did he stop you?

You're needy and sensitive and you want him to touch you again. You beg for him to continue, but all he does is let out a low chuckle. He doesn't plan on letting you off the hook so easily. He wants to make sure this stays ingrained in your head so that you'll never make the same mistake again.

Because you're his, and he'll spend every second reminding you of that fact.

— August Ruthven, Sanemi, Iguro, Akaza, Geto, Dazai, Mori, Fukuchi, Shigiraki, Overhaul, Blade, Reiner, (s4) Eren, Feitan, Chrollo + your fav

He doesn't know why you keep trying, why you continue to run away. He doesn't understand whatever false sense of freedom you feel when he lets you out. Did you really think you could outrun him? Oh, how idiotic. If he had it in him he would pity you, so dumb and naive. It seems like you still haven't learned your lesson.

Your wrists and ankles are bound together, chained up to the wall. Tears prick your eyes but you know he won't care. He's leaning over you, peering down at your small form as you keep yanking at the restraints in hopes of being set free. You and he both know it's futile, so why keep fighting?

He grips your arms, sharp claws pinching the skin. Without warning he hastily leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. You scream out and thrash at the pain but he holds you still, makes you take it.

It doesn't take long for the venom to enter your systems, an intoxicating feeling clouding your mind and a strange but familiar heat coursing through your body. Your body tensed, heart-beat picking up as you tried to deny what was happening.

He licked the wound closed before stepping back. his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you squirm as the aphrodisiac set in. You scream at him, curses getting mixed in with small yelps as your body becomes sensitive to your clothes. But he isn't too worried about that. He'll break you one way or another.

And then you'll see that there is no way of escaping him.

— Sukuna, Kenjaku, Muzan, Douma, Fyodor, Dabi + your fav

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FREAKS!

Anyway just another disclaimer: I don't romanticize the actions performed in the last one, idk it just doesn't do anything for me, I also (personally) think it's unhealthy but wtv floats your boat ig!! (I say this like it isn't the longest section) IDK, it was just kinda fun to write, I've been meaning to get into darker themes(I have a Douma fic I've been meaning to write) so I wanted to go all out and see how it felt.

I love writing heacanons, ahhhhhhhh, I probably won't edit these so hopefully they aren't too bad!

@ CHERICOS 2024 all rights reserved do not repost, edit, copy, translate or plagiarise my works

[monstersholygrail]

Drove up today and having a total beach day which has been amazing despite the heat. But it’s also giving me soooo many monster thoughts

Imagine you go up to one those boardwalk fortune teller machines and you think, ‘eh, why not. It could be fun.’ And it seems like the machine agrees with you as your jaw drops when you read the fortune. This tiny paper of fate claims that today you will get your world rocked by a creature out of this world.

First of all, how is a fortune like that even in there? Secondly, what the hell kind of fortune is this?! You look into the plastic eyes of the mystic woman and something within you says to believe her. To take this fortune seriously.

Turning to the beach just down the steps your eyes immediately fall onto the Tentacle Monster lifeguard, wondering if he’ll be the one to fulfill your fortune. His long tentacles curled around the high chair and you imagine what it would be like to ride him on top of it. To see the length of the beach while his tentacles reach deep inside you to places you’ve never been able to go.

Or maybe the pack of Wolf Hybrids down the way. Half of them playing volleyball on the beach and the other throwing around a frisbee. You imagine them passing you around, each of them having their turn with you as they fuck into your weeping holes, never letting you rest for even a moment as they cant get enough of feeling your wet heat suffocate their cocks.

A shiver passes through you and you quickly look away before you get ahead of yourself. And when you do your eyes can’t help but be drawn to the ocean.

Mermen popping their head up above the water. Hungrily watching the humans from afar. Your thoughts drift to swimming your way into the ocean and getting sucked under the waves. Before you know it a whole pod of them are swarming you, desperately stuffing their mouths, fingers, and cocks inside of you. Eager for your warmth to surround them and wanting to drown you in pleasure.

Perhaps other merfolk will join them. Shark Hybrids smelling your arousal from afar and using it to hunt you down so that they may feast on your flesh in the most toe curling way. Wanting nothing more than to devour you and make you cum harder than you could ever dream.

As you find yourself stepping toward the ocean, drawn to the temptation of what could be, your foot knocks into a cooler. An apology falls from your lips as you step back, only to see a suspiciously pale man hidden completely under an umbrella. And suddenly you know you won’t find your average drink in that cooler.

Your mind spins up the image of the Vampire man snatching you under his umbrella with inhumane speed. Dragging your body beneath him and ravaging you mercilessly. Preferring to get his blood from the source instead of his cooler. And as his fangs sink deep inside you, so does his cock. Both working to bring you to new heights of ecstasy, your mind growing foggy as he draws blood from you in time with the furious pumps of his hips until you can’t help but cum. Your release making your blood taste that much sweeter.

You quickly snap out of your thoughts, your chest quickly rising and falling with your panting breaths. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties and bringing a wave of heat throughout your body.

You shift uneasily, hoping it isn’t too noticeable. Hoping they can’t smell it. But as each of them slowly turn to look at you, your hope fades away into nothing but more arousal. Not slowing yourself to second guess this, you walk closer to the ocean.

Ready to have the time of your life.

Thoughts anyone??

[gojossugarcandy]

To say your life has changed would be a huge understatement. In under the span of one week, you had found yourself a boyfriend and were already living together.

Ciaran was not only your boyfriend, but also a vampire. A very jealous, possessive, insecure and obsessed vampire.

Society always warns the younger generation to be wary of bad people. Nonchalance was the key to a healthy relationship and what not. Of course, being the youngster you are, you ignored all of those and were rather happy to have someone obsess over you.

It gave off a feeling of superiority.

But things quickly changed, a month in your relationship and you were already tired of it. And thus, you let your intrusive mind make a fatal decision for you.

Visiting your ex's birthday party. Without telling Ciaran.

You were sure had you informed him about this he would whine and start crying, these acts always had your savior complex kicking in. And he knew it.

It was the first week of new year, everyone at the party was giddy, excited and super drunk already. That everyone also included you.

Your number of drinks kept on going up and up along with those dirty eye contacts and stare downs with and to your ex.

He licked the cake from his fingers so seductively, it made your drunken brain want to ruin him right then and there.

And the consequences, well, you could blame it on your drunken mind. Or excuse it with 'I confused his face for my boyfriend' or so.

But halfway in those bedroom kisses, the window had flung open, with a cold breeze forcing its way inside.

And a man soon appeared there, the vibes he gave off were eerie.

Looking into his red irises, suddenly, a flashback occurred to you.

"Hey, you promise you won't leave me?" asked a certain red-eyed creature.

"No, never!" replied, a voice full of young love.

"Promise you won't lay eyes on any other men?"

"No, i would never, not when i have such a cute boyfriend"

"And what if you do?" Asked the boy, insecurely.

"Then, you can eat me up" said, his beloved, before jumping on him with a poor imitation of a monster's roar.

Both were laughing, the room was dark, with curtains blocking the sun's rays but the world still seemed pink and rosy to those two amateurs.

Fear, terror, horror took over you as you start backing away into a corner.

Your ex tried to punch the intruder only to be met with a swipe of his sharp nails.

Your ex started struggling on the floor, blood sputtered out of his wounds like a fountain.

And soon, his body stopped moving.

Your ex was now dead.

The heart-broken vampire, started walking slowly, his sobs a bit muffled out due to the party noises from the floor below.

"You killed him" you whispered, as your knees start buckling.

Your attention went to his nearing face, it had tears flowing out of his beautiful eyes.

And you felt the breath in your lungs knocked out of you as you were suddenly pinned to the wall, sharp nails digging into your shoulder.

"Why? Was I not enough?" a soft voice asked the inevitable question.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what got over me" You start shaking as fear completely takes over your mind, tears forming in your eyes, body shivering - due to cold or fear or both, who knows?

"It's fine, you said i could eat you, if you ever betrayed me" he said, as he gave you a big smile, a creepy one.

"Nonononono-" before you could even stop him, a pair of sharp canines sank into your flesh.

It was followed by a mouth latching itself to that spot and blood being sucked

and sucked

and sucked out of it.

A while later, there lay in the room of birthday boy, the body of birthday boy and a lovely young lady who had decided not to heed the warning, the advice of elders. And an unhumanly creature, crying, staring at his now dead beloved.

"It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay! I'm Okay!! Because This Is What You Wanted!!!"

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@meo-eiru The image up there belongs to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had no motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.