#muchen vamp au

[valentine-cafe]

Neck kisses bestowed upon any of the vampires you think would have interesting reactions, turn the tables on them ( ・∇・)

. ˚◞♡ Reader that gives neck kisses to their vampire s/o's◞ ₊˚

𖹭. a selection of the vampires from out vampire au /gn reader

‧꒰ character sheet . legendarium . prompt page ꒱‧

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ XUĚLÍNG꒱ Would be most pleased at the feeling of your neck kisses. he’s used to them, yes. but you, you know how to catch him off guard. drawing sweet gasps from him, leaving him melting and slinking into your arms. lips parted and eyes fluttering.

oh the times he has ripped his nails through your skin at the feel of your warmer lips against his cold skin. it sends tingles down his spine.

pin him against the table, he begs for you to do so often. but you never do, and it drives him crazy.

vampire prince x reader, prostitute x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ JÙN LÁI ꒱ it started as soft neck kisses that ever so slowly began turning more and more frenzied. he had been preparing for his next lesson and you. his secret little lover, had decided to come refresh him a bit.

he freezes for a moment, breath hitching. oh the sound of his breath hitching. a rare but ever so delightful sound. shivers running down his cold skin. your warmth is too much for his senses.

what other thing can he do but swing you over and pin you onto his desk while leaving behind heated kisses down your neck.

you’re too kind.

vampire prince x reader, professor x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ TALISEN ꒱ would go crazy. leaning his neck back to give you as much access to his neck as you want. heavy panting and groaning from each and every kiss to render you flustered.

his arms wrap around you so tightly. pulling you closer to him, while a hand snakes up to the back of your head and helps guide your lips around his skin. he often fantasizes about when your plush skin will be against his next time?

it truly is something he cannot get enough of. he has replicated you multiple times, but they’re illusions of you. they’re not you. it isn’t ever the same

he needs your lips.

vampire prince x reader, poet x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 1311 ꒱ would react with a throat gone dry. hunger rushing through him. the feel of your lips on his neck would remind him of how it feels to have someone feast on you. it’s tempting to tell you to bite down on his neck.

feel you drink from his blood. initiate in the sacred intimate ritual of sharing red crimson between lovers. how he’d love to see your mouth dripping with his essence.

but, you are no vampire. he could fix such problem quick— but then again. . . it’d ruin the fun for now.

it does not stop him from turning around to take a quick sips of you, when you have finished kissing and worshipping his skin.

vampire prince x reader, assassin x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ MÙCHÉN ꒱ flattered at your gesture and with no hesitation pulls you onto his lap to sit and continue. leaning his head back while chuckles rumble through him. vibrating against your lips. with a deep breath, you feel yourself shifted and pressed up against a chair.

not so that he could take over — it seems the king enjoys feeling your lips from different positions. the way you crane your neck. lean forward, bend down. tug him to your height. he can’t get enough of it.

he wants to feel your lips from every angle and position he possibly can get you into as you kiss his neck. the most flustering one must’ve been when he urged you to get up on him from behind and kiss the back of his neck.

The first vampire x reader, Vampire king x reader

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ARISTAIOS ꒱ barely allows you to get a kiss or two in on his neck. hungry to please you instead. he flips you over and trails his lips down your neck. licking long streaks across the delicate, warm skin.

his little human plaything, is what he calls you.

you know he means different. he simply calls you such names out of shame. a vampire, falling for a human? what scandal.

and yet he cannot let you go. not without giving you a bit of pleasure. sure he could take your devotion and worship. but, he was always more of a giver with his lovers than one who takes. . .

when they behave, that is.

vampire king x reader

[valentine-cafe]

Oh my god i just read about Shī, the manic moon and i love him?? Like genuinely love his character and story and everything aaaaaaa

Can you do something with him?🥺 I don't even know what i just wanna ask for comfort for him actually and generally content for him, pretty please🙏

Also advise on how to write characters would be heavily appreciated. Like, how did you come up with him? Thanks in advance, mo worries if you don't hav ethe time for this ask! Muah!

˖⁺. ﹙ vampire king  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . bloody hands, warm heart !! 🍒 :  vampire  ˖ former human character﹙ vamp au shī. ﹚

he's lost control again. he doesn't want you near him. but you know your lover - and know his pure heart. all he needs is a little comfort 

  𖹭. ps : so glad you like him! as to help with character creation - we get inspo from things such as music or art. start with a concept, trope or story that we want to tell and then work from there! @/literaryvein-reblogs has some beautiful templates and tips for in-depth character making!

as for shi himself, we took some inspo from castlevania’s lisa with a bit of our own spin - him and muchen have a story somewhat similar to vlad and lisa there <3 i’ve always wanted to write about the conflict of a human-turned-vampire who sees how those around them act and cannot accept that it is simply their ‘nature’

“you are beautiful.”

“speak no lies to me, beloved.”

a frown settles over your lips at his words. the sound of water splashing and swishing in the bucket that he vigorously washes his hands within spills through the room. drowning out the thick silence that settled between the both of you.

willing your muscles, you push yourself closer to him. delicately placing your hands upon his back and leaning your head against it as well. “my tongue knows no lies.” you murmur. his breath hitches.

the silence drones on. his wet hands halting. the droplets of water stained red with his recent hunt slip down his long, trembling fingers.

with a tender touch, you turn him to face you. his long white hair curtains your face. so that it is just you and him. with hands that know no judgement you press them to his face. thumbs slowly circling along his cheekbones.

“perhaps it is you that should not speak lies to that stunning mind of yours.”

a drop hits your face. slides down your cheek. your own tears join the cascade. the vampire collapses into your arms with a shake in his shoulder — and you so readily catch him. shushing him. easing him.

“I-I am so sorry - I try -”

“sshh, sshh - it is alright. my darling.”

your hand ventures into his hair. fixing tangled strands from the roaring wind outside. before it guides his head to your chest, so that he might hear another heart other than his slow-beating one. listen, soothe.

“you have struggled. yet you try. please, do not say what I know you will.”

I am a monster. those words always squeezed your heart. so as you held him within your arms and led him back to the bedchamber. you are sure to give him only the love he deserves. until he drifts off to the sound of your beautiful melody.