#vampire!Jake Webber x reader

[samandcolbyownme]

OMG HIIII!!! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! I JUST TURNED 19 AND WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO LIKE A VAMPIRE JAKE WEBBER SMUT? If not that's okay (I lov your stuff! )

I’m a few days late but - Happy birthday babe! Have a wonderful day! 🖤🎂

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, vampire!Jake, mentions of alcohol, being drunk, mentions of blood, blood drinking, compulsion, flirting, kissing, semi rough actions, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, general filth

Word Count: 1.9k | unedited

Balloons littered the ceiling, and confetti mirror them on the floor.

Bodies bumped against one another as they danced to celebrate your special day in a club your close friends rented out.

“How’s the birthday girl?” Caylee yells as she runs up to you, “Having fun?”

You finish off your drink and nod, “Best. Birthday. Ever!” You wrap your arm around her waist as you make your way up to the bartender, “Can I get-“

“Another bay breeze?” He asks, giving you a smirk and you smile, biting down onto your lip as you nod, “Yes, please.”

He nods, “Coming right up.”

You hear your friends whispering loudly behind you, so you turn, “What are we whispering so loud about?” You laugh, looking around in the direction that they’re looking.

“Who invited the vampire?” Caylee asks with a giggle, “Doesn’t he look like something out of, I don’t know, twilight or something?”

“Vampires aren’t real, Cay.” Your other friend laughs and Caylee finishes her drink as you look at her, “Who are we talking about.”

“Okay. Okay.” She laughs, setting her empty glass down, “Through the crowd, standing against the wall. Dark hair, white open button down, black leather jacket.”

You give it a few more seconds, looking through the crowd, and as soon as your eyes set on him, it’s almost like something takes over you.

“You know you could stay.” You smile up at him as he stands up from the bed to get dressed, “You don’t have to leave so soon.”

He bends down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaning back to look into your eyes, “I wish I could, sweetheart. But you won’t remember this until you see me again.”

You nod, and within a blink of an eye, you’re alone in your room.

“Hey.” Caylee shakes you slightly, “Where’d you go?”

You take a deep breath, looking between her and your other friends, “I invited him.”

“Who is it?” Caylee asks as she grabs her glass that’s now full again, “Did you hook up with him? How do you know him?”

You keep your eyes on him as you push through your group of girlfriends, walking over to him with a smile, “Thanks for coming to my party, Jake.”

“You remembered my name?” He turns his head towards you as it still rests against the wall, “Had to come show the birthday girl some love.”

You lean against the wall, smiling as you look down and back up at him, “I didn’t think you’d remember.”

“I didn’t think you’d remember, either.” He smirks, turning his body towards you, “Having fun?”

You nod, “I am, but what didn’t you think I’d remember? As soon as I looked at you I was taken back to when I told you to stay and you said you wish you could, but couldn’t.” You tilt your head, “What happened?”

He chuckles, taking a sip of his dark colored drink, “Stuff you wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” You bite your lip and Jake shakes his head, “You don’t want to do this. Not here, not now.”

“Why?” You whine slightly, and Jake shrugs, motioning to the crowd of people, “Because all of the focus is on you. You’re the birthday girl, after all, right?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t-“

Jake cuts you off, “Go have fun. Find me later.”

And you do as he says, no if, and’s, or but’s about it.

You spent the next two hours dancing with your friends, eating cupcakes and just having fun, just like Jake said.

Eventually, he caught your eye and your focus was set on him, but you were intercepted by Caylee, “You need to tell me who that guy is!”

“Someone I hooked up with a few days ago.”

Her mouth drops, “Excuse me.” She can’t help but laugh, “You hooked up with that and didn’t bother to tell any of us? Girl, I-“ she raises her brows, “He’s hot.”

“You literally called him a vampire from twilight.” You laugh, your gaze averting to him once again.

Caylee laughs, “I never said I didn’t find him attractive.” She shrugs, downing her drink, “You’re the birthday girl, just be safe.”

You roll your eyes, smiling at Jake as you walk up to him, “Sorry. Birthday girl duties.”

“Did you have fun?” He smiles as he sips on his drink and you nod, “Yeah, but I think we can have a little more if you want.”

“Bold.” He chuckles and you shrug, “I know what I want.”

He tilts his head, “Follow me.” He extends his hand out and you immediately take it, allowing him to guide you through the club and to one of the back storage rooms.

“We’re doing this here?” You question as you press your back against the wall, eyes scanning up the racks with supplies.

“Just-“ Jake presses you into the wall harder, eyes glued to yours, “Can I taste you?”

You nod and within the dim lights of the closet, you see his eyes, change? You weren’t sure, but before you could react, “Don’t scream.”

His lips are on your neck and you let out a light moan, but that quickly turns into a piercing, sharp sting as his fangs sink into your skin.

Everything in you wants to scream, but you can’t.

Jake groans against your neck, pushing his hips against yours as he lifts his head to drag his tongue over the marks, “Delicious.”

You felt lightheaded, dizzy. You tilt your head back, resting ur against the wall as you look up at him, “You.. just..”

“Drank your blood?” Jake raises his brow and smirks as you nod. He licks his lips, “Yeah, I kinda only want yours now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “Wait..wait..”

You feel Jake’s fingers in your chin, “Look at me.”

You open your eyes and look up at him as your breathing grows more rapid, “The only time I compelled you was when I needed a drink and when I left your apartment that night.” He pauses, “Everything else was you.”

“But- I-I do-“ you stammer, trying to figure out what you want to say, but you’re baffled.

“Just…” Jake slides his hands down your arms, bringing your hands to cup his cheeks, “I promise, no more compulsion. I’ll-“ he takes a deep breath, resting his forehead against yours, “I’ll you everything you want to know.”

You swallow, “I want you.”

Jake’s lips were on yours, hands squeezing your hips as he lifts you up with such ease. Your back is pressed against the wall and he pulling your dress up to pool around your waist, “I don’t want to hurt you, that’s not why I’m here.”

His lips trail down your neck and you let out a sigh, “So you just want to fuck?”

He leans back, shaking his head, “I am yours to do whatever you want with. I’m captivated by everything that makes you, you.”

Your heart starts pounding with his words and you nod, pulling him in for another heated make out.

He reaches down undoing his jeans and you push his jacket off his shoulders, gasping when you see the white, blood stained shirt underneath.

“Don’t worry about that right now.” Jake assures as he sets you down, “Turn around.”

You turn to face the wall, ass pushes out towards him as your cheek rests against the wall by your hands.

Jake leans in, his voice in a low whisper, “Gotta make this quick, can’t keep the birthday girl, too long.”

You moan out as you feel him move your panties to the side before he his cock slip in between your folds and into you fully. He groans lowly, “You have no idea how often I kept thinking about you.”

He pulls out slowly, only to thrust back in hard, “Wanting to be the only one who makes you feel this good.” He reaches up to brush hair from your face, “Wanting to be the only one who can make you happy. Make you smile. Laugh, fuck.”

You claw at the wall, moaning louder and louder at his words and thrusts. You push your ass back, head tilting back as his hand wraps around your hair, “J-Jake.” You whimper, “I-I’m so close.”

“Already?” He chuckles lowly, “Must mean I’m doing a good job, yeah?”

“Y-yes. Yes, fuck, Jake.” You whine, eyes rolling back as he tugs your head back by your hair, “Cum for me, y/n.”

Your walls pulsate around him, earning groan after groan from his lips, “That’s it.. just like that, baby. Doin’ so good for me.”

You bite down on your lip to try and muffle your moans but Jake reaches up, pulling your lip from in between your teeth, “Mm, not gonna work, baby. I want to hear you.”

You groan, using your hands to push your body off the wall and back towards him, “fuck, fuckfuckfuck.”

“Not much longer baby, c’mon.” Jake groans, head resting against yours, “I know you’re almost there. You can do it, cum for me. Cum on my cock.”

Loud, whiney moans leave your lips in a string, one right after another as you cum, “Shit, Jake. Yesyesyesyes.”

You feel Jake’s cock twitching inside of you and you moan, your forehead resting against the wall as Jake’s grip on your hair lets up.

He steps back, reaching down to pull your panties back over your filled cunt, “You alright, sweetheart?”

You nod, spinning around with your head still against the wall, “Yeah.” You nod, “I’m glad you came back for me.” You laugh slightly and Jake smiles, “I’m obsessed with you, what can I say?”

You pull your dress down and stand up straight, “How soon will these marks go away? I don’t know what I’d tell my friends.”

“Do you want them healed?” Jake raises his brows and you nod, giving him a shrug, “I mean, it would be nice.”

Jake brings his wrist to his mouth and bites, “Here. Just drink some of this. It’ll heal the wounds, rather fast actually.” He chuckles and you give him a weird look, “Are you sure?”

“Been around for a while, babe. I promise. I’m not here to hurt you.”

You sigh, reaching up to hold his wrist against your mouth. Your lips attach to his skin and you wince, mainly at the thought of what you were currently in the middle of doing.

Jake brushes hair from your face and pulls his wrist away, “Let me see.” He brushes hair from your neck and nods, “Do you feel that?”

“Feel what? The pain going away?” You look up at him and he nods, “Exactly.”

You smirk, “Thank you, I, um-“

“Don’t. This is all new, but promise, I’ll hold your hand every step of the way.” He smirks and nods towards the door, “Come on. Let’s go party.”

You lay your hand in his and he stops you from opening the door, “One thing..”

“What’s that?” You turn towards him and he sighs, “Just don’t.. um, die for a few days.”

You blink and shake your head, “I mean, I don’t plan on it, but can I ask why?”

Jake chuckles, “If you die with vampire blood in your system, you’ll come back as one.”

“Good to know.” You laugh, “I’ll try my best.” Jake smiles and nods and you open the door, “I want to introduce you to my friends, they asked me earlier, who invited the vampire.”

——

I hope you liked this, Jake as a vampire is HOT! Let me know what you thought! I love you all, thank you so much for reading. See you in the next one! 🖤

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[teapartyprincess4two]

Vampire- J. Guilbert

pairing: HumanPrincess!reader x Vampire!Johnnie

classification: angst, fluff, Vampire AU

warnings: use of y/n, suggestive content but no smut, mentions of death/ mortality, mentions of biting, mentions of blood, mentions of killing (vampires kill, guys), set in the 14th-17th century Renaissance, mentions of an arranged marriage (to Jake LOL), carriage accident, mention of parental death

inspiration: Vampire by Johnnie Guilbert, not really the lyrics more so the idea of vampire Johnnie 🦇

summary: You’re just a princess who fell in love. The only problem is that he’s a vampire and your father has promised your hand in marriage to someone else.

Vampire (prologue)

—

Johnnie’s ice cold skin dances along your arms, he’s trying to get your attention, but you’re too preoccupied with other things. Your mind was thinking about everything that had to be completed around the village, your father’s nagging words ringing through your head, ‘A princess’s job is never done.’ A plethora of important letters are sprawled out on your desk as you work towards replying to all of them, your feather quill swaying back and forth as your curly letters fill the page.

Johnnie didn’t have to worry about mundane things like this, he was timeless, ageless; responsibilities were a thing of the past for him. Ever since meeting you, Johnnie’s only true responsibility is loving you for as long as he can. He knows that each day is like a grain of sand in an hourglass, counting down towards your inevitable, human death. This is why he’s so adamant on enjoying every moment he can with you. Your royal duties, the village, everyday errands; they were all pointless to him. You were the only thing that mattered.

“I’m busy,” you whisper from your desk chair, but you still lean into his touch. You’re wearing a sheer night gown that leaves little to the imagination, perfectly illuminated by the soft candlelight in the room.

Something about Johnnie was intoxicating to you, you were equally as addicted to him as he was to you. There wasn’t a second of the day when he didn’t flood your thoughts; his touch, his kiss, his smile, his charm, his voice, it was all permanently imbedded in your brain.

Of course you were aware of the harsh reality; Johnnie was a vampire and you were a human, no amount of riches could change that. One day you’d grow old and die with nothing but grey hairs and wrinkles for Johnnie to remember you by. He’d be left to roam the Earth for years to come, while you rot 6 feet under the ground. The thought was scary, but you were still young and you had many years left until your inevitable mortal demise.

“Come lay with me,” his lips kiss your exposed neck, sending a shiver up your spine. Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to feel his fangs dig into your flesh. Would he be able to stop himself from sucking the life out of you? Would he bite so hard you break?

“Too much to do,” you whisper back, allowing his hands to wander all over your body as he continued kissing along your neck and collar. He hums in response, your smell becoming too intoxicating for him to handle. If he wanted to, he could easily take a delicious bite out of you.

Over the years, though. Johnnie has learned to suppress his animalistic urges. At first, when he was first converted to this devilish lifestyle, he couldn’t stop himself from going on weeklong killing sprees. His thirst was insatiable and no matter how much blood he drank, he was never able to quench it. He’d massacre entire villages just for a quick snack or lure a victim into a dark alleyway for fun.

When he met you he had to learn to control himself because there was no room for mistake and he would never forgive himself if he hurt you. It was hard at first, all he wanted to do was crook your neck to the side and take a big, satisfying bite out of you. He wanted to drink from you until you turned pale and relish in the sweet taste of your blood. But he quickly pushed that thought out of his mind when he saw how beautiful you were. For once in his life he felt the need to protect something instead of destroying it.

That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t sometimes feel the sudden urge to take a sip from you, it’s like you’re a tall drink of water and he’s been walking through the desert for days. He does it subtlety though; he’ll let his fangs graze over the skin of your neck, he’ll teasingly bite your lip, or he’ll lovingly nip at your arms hard enough draw a little blood. Each time he feels himself become more and more obsessed with you, your blood was intoxicating and he knew nothing else would ever compare.

“Just for a little bit, baby,” he whispers against your neck before whipping you around in your chair. The chair rocks violently, Johnnie’s unmatched strength causing you to face him in seconds. He always had to remind himself to be gentle with you. You were fragile in comparison to him, one wrong move and he’d break you. He takes a long hard look at you, the nightgown you’re wearing providing him the perfect view of your entire silhouette. He fights the urge to rip it off of you entirely.

“Okay, just for a little bit,” you whisper back, allowing his lips to capture yours in a cold, hard kiss. Johnnie always managed to hypnotize you. You felt like you were in a trance, always ready to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. He smirks, extending a cold, pale hand out for you. You take his hand and let him guide you to your large, plush bed.

You lay yourself on the billowy comforter, various expensive pillows surrounding you. Slowly, he joins you, situating himself in between your legs gently. These were the moments that made his immortality feel worth it, the moments he got to spend with you.

“So beautiful, your highness,” he teases, brushing a few strands of hair from your face. You smile back at him, taking his lips in your for a kiss.

—

The next morning you wake to the sound of birds chirping and the sun’s gentle rays dancing over your eyelids. Most of your mornings were peaceful, especially when you spend them with Johnnie. Because he’s a vampire he doesn’t sleep, but he stays with you to make sure nothing or no one hurts you.

A church bell rings loudly in the distance, causing you to jolt up from your bed. Was it really noon already?

After guiding you to bed last night, Johnnie couldn’t keep his hands off of you. This led to a very eventful evening and afterwards you stayed up talking all night. He insisted that you get some sleep, especially because the next morning was extremely important for you. But you, of course, insisted on staying up with him. You didn’t doze off until past midnight, and now you’re waking up late.

It’s an important day for you, well everyday is important for a princess, but you knew you would never hear the end of it from your father. Johnnie is long gone as this point, having left when you fell asleep. Usually he’d stay and be there to greet you in the morning, but he knew what today entailed and he wanted nothing to do with it.

Your father had invited extremely important people to the palace and was working towards marrying you off. In his eyes you were way past wedding age and the longer he kept you around, the more money he was losing. Johnnie overheard the conversation between your dad and one of his confidants one night while watching you sleep, immediately he felt sick to his stomach. The thought of you marrying another man, even looking at another man, sent him into a rage.

Johnnie left you to sleep alone that night, escaping through your window to the nearest village. All he saw was red, both from the anger and from the blood of the victims he took. By the end of it, he didn’t even recognize himself, and when he saw you the next day he felt an immense wave of guilt wash over him. Who was he to be getting this upset over you? You were a human, your life was meant to go on with or without him. If this is how he was reacting to your supposed wedding, how would he react when life took its inevitable toll on you?

You called in your handmaid, Bernadette, as quickly as possible. The two of you rushed to get you ready, throwing on your petty coat before lacing your dress in place. The dress was a beautiful shade of pink and was adorned with pearls along the front collar, it complimented you perfectly.

“Bernadette, what do you think my father has prepared for me today anyways?” you ask as you watch Bernadette through the mirror, she’s braiding your hair and pinning it up against your head in an intricate hairstyle. “Don’t know, ma’am,” she replies with a smile, meeting your gaze in the mirror briefly before returning to your hair. You were completely unaware of your father’s plans, if you knew he was planning to marry you off you would’ve run away immediately, but you don’t know and that’s the worst part.

After you finish getting ready, both you and Bernadette make your way to the dining room. Your father is there eating lunch, accompanied by two other gentleman.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” your father comments, watching as you hurriedly enter the room. The clacking of your heels against the marble floor catches the attention of the other men at the table, both of them standing from their seats immediately to greet you.

You notice the first man, he’s young and extremely muscular, and he looks very regal in his suit. You’d even go as far as to say that he was handsome, his black hair framing his face perfectly. The man on the left of him is much older, still handsome, but definitely the first man’s father.

“Y/n, meet Prince Webber and his father. He’s been waiting for your descent all morning,” your father says in a sardonic tone, motioning for you to properly greet the two men. You elegantly walk over to them, taking Prince Webber’s extended hand before bowing. “Princess,” he greets with a bow, offering you a kind smile. You return the smile before greeting his father in the same manner.

“Take a seat, please,” you insist as you rush over to sit by your father who’s sitting at the foot of the table. You’re directly in front of Prince Webber now, his eyes trained on you as you get comfortable in your seat. You lean forward as you pull your chair in, giving him the perfect view of your pearl adorned chest. He notices how beautiful you are and suddenly he’s fine with an arranged marriage.

Your father waits impatiently for you to stop moving, he’s a busy man who hates how much you love to dilly-dally. He wasn’t always like this, though, he used to have fun and be extremely affectionate towards you. But he turned cold the day your mother died. Her death was sudden and violent, so many other people died in the castle that day at the hands of a ravaging vampire. Sometimes you wondered if Johnnie had done it, but you were too afraid to ask.

Ever since that day your dad has loathed vampires and has made it his mission to kill every single one. This turned your kingdom from a happy place to a dark, evil one. He became unrelenting and merciless, killing even those who he only suspected were vampires. Every single one of the villagers became afraid to leave their homes, they were scared to die at the hands of a vampire or of your father.

This is why Johnnie only ever comes to visit you at night, if your dad ever found him wandering around the palace he’d certainly put a stake through his heart. So, every morning as the sun began to rise, Johnnie escaped through your window and trudged home until night came again.

Finally when you’re comfortable your father speaks, “Y/n, you and Prince Webber will be spending the day together chaperoned by Bernadette. It’s imperative that you two get acquainted.” You’re confused, why was it so imperative that you spend an entire day with Prince Webber?

You send your father a confused look before replying, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound rude, but why is it so imperative?” A servant places your meal in front of you, briefly asking if you needed anything else. “No im fine, thank you,” you reply quickly, offering the servant a small smile before turning expectantly towards your father. Prince Webber looks shocked, how do you not know?

Your father is cutting a piece of ham on his plate, picking it up with his forks as he replies, “You two are getting married.” He takes a bite of the ham, how could he state it so causally, so blatantly?

You’re about to protest, but he interjects, “Do not throw a fit, Y/n. The arrangements have been made, you will be wed within a week.” Your eyes are blown open in shock as you attempt to process the information, why was this the first time you’re hearing about this? How were you going to marry someone you didn’t even know? How were you going to tell Johnnie?

“Close your mouth, Y/n. You’ll catch a fly,” your father comments. You didn’t even know what to say, you just close your mouth and look at the food in front of you. You felt bad for Prince Webber, he was a handsome man who didn’t deserve a reaction like the one you just had. But you’re not in love with him, if you could have it your way you would’ve had Johnnie bite you long ago.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” you whisper, holding back the tears. How had this become your future? You push yourself up from your seat, grabbing the front of your dress as you run towards your room. Your father calls after you angrily, but you don’t turn back, you can’t turn back. You need to get into your room, pack as many of your things as possible and leave.

Bernadette follows closely behind you, worried for you, but also scared of what your father might do if you don’t return to the dining room. “Miss Y/n!” her words fall on deaf ears, you’ve locked yourself in your room. You fall onto the edge of the bed, sobbing profusely. If you didn’t manage to leave by tonight, your father would definitely marry you off tomorrow morning to prevent any more obstacles.

“Miss Y/n?” Bernadette asks timidly from the other side of the door. You sniffle, looking towards the door and debating whether or not you should let her in. You trusted Bernadette with your life, but right now you didn’t know whose side she was on. Was she going to comfort you and help you pack your bags? Or was she going to knock some sense into you and drag you back into the dining room?

She’s never betrayed you before, so you decide to let her in. You crawl towards the door, opening it slowly for her to squeeze through. She quickly makes her way inside before shutting the door, locking it in the process.

“What’s wrong, ma’am?” she coos, joining you on the floor as she brings you into a comforting hug.

“I can’t marry him, Bernadette,” you sob, holding onto her for dear life. She rubs your back and pats your head, not fully understanding why you’re so upset, “Why not? He seems handsome enough.” Her comment causes you to laugh through the sobs, she always managed to make you feel better.

After your mother passed Bernadette took on the motherly role in your life. She was always a present, constant figure in your life even when your mother was alive, but now that she’s gone Bernadette is all you have. She’s watched you grow and has protected you from many tongue lashings from your father. When you’re sick, she’s quick to nurse you to health and when you’re sad she’s there to console you.

“He is handsome,” you agree, wiping away the few stray tears that rolled down your face. “But I’m not in love with him.”

She looks at you confused, as far as she knows you’re not in love with anyone, so what did it matter if you didn’t love Prince Webber. You’d grow to love him in time, she’s sure of it, “you could grow to love him, ma’am.”

You sigh, looking down at your lap and messing with the ruffles of your dress. “No, Bernadette, I couldn’t,” you reply with a sniffle, shaking your head as you try fighting the tears again. She can sense that there’s something you’re not telling her, a secret that you’ve kept hidden well enough for her not to find out. Bernadette takes your hands in hers, pulling your gaze from your lap to her eyes, “What’s bothering you, Miss Y/n?”

“I’m in love, Bernadette.”

Her face lights up with excitement as she brings you in for another embrace, “Oh, Miss Y/n! That is wonderful news!” Your arms remain in your lap, limp and unable to feel any sense of joy.

“With a vampire,” you whisper.

—

When the sun sets Johnnie is quick to visit you, climbing in through your window and leaning against it, watching as you feverishly pack your bags. You’re throwing in random dresses, undergarments, and trinkets from around your room. He knows what you’re doing, he expected you to do this from the moment he heard your father that fateful night.

“Johnnie, I need you to help me,” you say, immediately noticing his presence by the window. He doesn’t move from his spot, he just continues watching as you pile in garment after garment into your suitcase. You stop what you’re doing and meet his gaze, he looks upset and sad. “Help me, please,” you reiterate, but he still doesn’t say anything.

A part of him knows that if he does help you, you’ll run away with him and spend the remainder of your life with him. Although he loved the idea, there was a part of him that feared you’d be unsatisfied at a life with him. There were certain things he couldn’t provide for you; he’d never be able to give you children, warm you up on a cold night, or even grow old with you. If he managed to convince you to go through with this arranged marriage, you’d get all of that plus some. Of course he hates the thought, but what else was there to do?

“Johnnie, please,” you beg, your eyes are pleading for him to take just one step closer to you. A singular step to let you know that he’s still with you, no matter your differences. “What are you doing?” he asks coldly, putting up a protective wall. He’s bound to get hurt no matter the outcome, the least he can do is try and protect his feelings.

“I’m running away with you.”

Johnnie finally takes a step towards you, “I never asked you to do that.”

You’re shocked by his words, was this the same man who was begging you to lay with him just last night? The same man who learned to measure his strength to prevent himself from breaking you? The same man who rejected his animalistic nature so he wouldn’t devour you? You thought he’d be happy at the news, happy that you finally wouldn’t have to hide.

“What are you saying?” you asked, the tears brimming once again. You were tired of crying, you hated crying. Johnnie had never made you cry before. “Marry him,” he replies, picking your bag up and dumping all your clothes back onto the bed. You watch in horror, why was he throwing you to the side so easily? Was there someone else?

“Johnnie, don’t do this. Please,” you beg, searching his eyes for a sign. But they’re as cold as ever, piercing yours in a stone cold stare. His jaw clenches as he breaks from your gaze, if he looked at you for too long he was sure to break. If he was going to do this he needed to make it quick and painless.

“Y/n, it was nice while it lasted, but I could never love you. Did you think that those nights I spent here were because of love? They were for pleasure. I needed satisfaction and you were the first to provide it,” his words are venomous, they sink into your brain and infect it with so many thoughts. All the nights you two spent together flash before your eyes, had they really meant nothing to him?

“I’m a monster, Y/n. My sole purpose on this Earth is to kill, I was never made for love. So, don’t wait for me because I won’t be coming around anymore. Marry him,” the last part comes out as a command, but it’s laced with sadness. You’re too out of it to notice.

You watch in shock as he escapes out the window. As quickly as he came, he went. He was lost in the night and you weren’t sure when you’d see him again.

—

The air surrounding you is chaotic; wedding bells are ringing, servants are whizzing past you as they attempt to ready everything for the reception, and your father won’t stop bossing people around. It’s exactly a week after you found out about your arranged marriage, exactly a week since you’ve last seen Johnnie. The first night was agony, you felt like you were going through withdrawal of him, waking up in cold sweats and reaching for him in your bed only to find that it’s empty. The second night was worse, you stayed up staring at the ceiling, occasionally looking towards the window in hopes that he’d magically appear. By the third night you’d lost all hope, you were delirious from the loss of sleep and began hallucinating Johnnie. You were losing your mind.

Johnnie was struggling even worse, the second he left your room that night he went in search of the closest village he could find. He wasn’t even hungry, just mad. He quickly made his rounds around the village, leaving nothing but wind chimes to make noise. By the end of it he was covered in blood, trudging back to his castle as the sadness finally set in. He didn’t know what he was thinking when he told you to marry that prince, he should’ve helped you pack your bags and carried you to a life where only you two mattered.

“Are you ready, ma’am?” Bernadette asks with a big smile, this is an exciting milestone for you in her eyes. She can sense your sadness, and after your last confession, she finally understands why. But she doesn’t want to make you cry, especially not after taking so long on your hair and makeup, so she puts on a positive demeanor. You’re looking out your window in hopes to see Johnnie one last time, your veil blows with the wind and the sun reflects on your shimmery white gown.

You inhale sharply, turning away from the window, “yes.” You were just going to have to get this over with, come to terms with your new life, and forget about Johnnie forever.

Bernadette guides you downstairs and out to the courtyard where a large carriage is waiting for you. It’s a beautiful white carriage, complete with two spotted horses. If you weren’t so sad you might’ve appreciated it. Prince Webber is waiting next to it, watching as his beautiful bride to be slowly walks towards the carriage.

“You look beautiful,” he comments as soon as you’re close enough to head, opening the door and helping you inside. You offer him a weak smile as you make your way inside. It wasn’t his fault you were marrying him, but you couldn’t help but resent him. He follows you shortly after, sitting on the seat opposite you. Your large, puffy dress takes up most of the space, but he figures it out.

The ride to the church is bumpy, long and awkward. The horse’s neigh with each whip from the conductor, picking up their speed only to lull back into a steady pace. The prince attempts to make small talk, but you’re unrelenting. You hated every second of it, you couldn’t even meet Prince Webber’s eyes. You felt bad for resenting him, but your heartbreak somehow felt like his fault. It felt like the carriage was slowly closing in around you, as the realization dawned on you that were being trapped in a loveless marriage with someone you didn’t even know up until a week ago.

The prince can sense your pain and instead of becoming upset, he sympathizes with you. He didn’t ask for this either, but he’s trying to make the best of a bad situation. He’s glad you’re beautiful, he’s glad you’re in tune with your emotions, and he’s glad that you two will have the rest of forever to fall in love. Maybe you don’t love him now, but one day you’ll learn to love him and that to him was enough.

He’s about to ask you a question as the conductor guides the carriage over an even rockier path than before, causing the wheels to skid a little. You hold onto the walls, bracing yourself for any further impact. “Careful out there!” Prince Webber exclaims, slapping the ceiling to get the conductor’s attention.

The ride steadies again, earning a relieved sigh from the both of you. The air calms down and he prepares to engage in conversation again, but the carriage goes over a large pile of rocks, causing it to lean dramatically. You let out a little scream, once again holding onto the walls to prevent yourself from coming in contract with the walls.

“Are you okay?” he asks once the carriage steadies again. He was going to have to have a long talk with this conductor once the ride was over, possibly even fire him.

“Yes I’m fine-“

The carriage wheels hit another pile of rocks, causing it to skid off the path and roll over. The two of you are now rolling full speed down a mountain screaming in terror as you attempt to anchor yourself. Dirt and debris comes in through the window, hitting you on the face and dirtying your dress.

The carriage tumbles into a valley, slapping against the wall of another mountain with a loud bang. The hit is brutal, it causes your body to collide with the edge of your seat and the wall of the carriage. You’re dazed, looking towards the Prince for help, but he’s out cold.

A stream of blood trickles down his forehead and you’re sure that if you evaluate yourself you’re bleeding too.

—

Johnnie could smell your blood from a mile away, he knew you better than anyone. He tried pushing you out of his head, but he knew you were getting married today so his mind was flooded with thoughts of you. Then, when he smelled your blood, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. But the smell was so potent he could practically taste it.

Immediately he rushed out of his castle, following your scent as he searched for you. It felt like a hunt, like you were his prey and he was the hungry predator ready for his next meal. But he had to remind himself that you weren’t a meal, you were the love of his life.

He sped down the rocky trail that led to the church, following horse and carriage tracks until he couldn’t find them anymore. You were so close he could sense you, but he couldn’t see you. Johnnie looked around frantically in search for you, he was becoming more and more desperate to find you. The thought of you being hurt was enough to send him into a frenzy, but he had to control himself.

His feet guided him towards the edge of the cliff, creeping close enough to look down without falling. That’s when he saw it, a broken and battered carriage sitting right on the edge of the valley. He felt his heart drop, his mind racing and coming up with the worst possible scenarios. Without a second thought he hurried towards the carriage, expertly jumping down from the cliff.

Frantically he pulled pieces of wood, metal, and rocks apart. He was becoming desperate, he knew you were buried deep under the debris but he couldn’t seem to reach you fast enough. “Please, please,” he begged repeatedly, praying to whatever god there was that you were okay. If you weren’t, he would never forgive himself.

Johnnie pulls the last, largest piece of wood off of you. He falls to his knees when he finally sees you, immediately checking for a pulse. You’re covered in dirt and blood, but he doesn’t feel the urge to bite you, he’s too overwhelmed with sadness and guilt.

He picks you up in his arms, your limp body feeling cold for the first time since he’s met you. A tear rolls down his cheek, the first tear he’s shed in his whole immortal life. He feels helpless, he lost you and there’s nothing he can do. An existence without you doesn’t mean anything to him, he’s going to roam the earth without the love of his life by his side and it’s all his fault.

There’s only one thing he can think to do, the one thing he never wanted to do; bite you, infect you with his venom in hopes that you’d wake up. In hopes that you’d get another chance at forever with him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing your lips one last time before turning your head to the side. He’s sorry that he has to cross this boundary with you just to bring you to life, he’s sorry that he left you alone that night to deal with your feelings, he’s sorry that he fell in love with you. Johnnie felt incredibly selfish for what he was about to do, he was about to possibly rob you of a mortal existence for his own personal desires.

Slowly he sinks his fangs into your neck, drawing a little blood before pumping his venom into you. He’s not even sure if it’ll work, but it’s worth a try. He reluctantly draws away from you, wanting to savor your sweet blood a little longer, but if he drinks any more you won’t wake up.

30 minutes pass by and you’re still laying lifeless in Johnnie’s arms. He’s lost all hope at this point, he feels so stupid, so guilty, so selfish. He was the lion that fell in love with the lamb, chasing it towards death then wondering why it stopped running.

“I love you, Y/n. Please, please wake up,” he whispers desperately, his forehead flush against yours before he goes in for another kiss. He doesn’t know what else to do, he’s grasping at straws at this point. .

The kiss, along with the venom pumping through your veins, awakens something in you as you gasp for air. As soon as you open your eyes, you’re met with Johnnie looking back at you. He’s immediately relieved, engulfing you in the tightest embrace ever.

“Johnnie?”

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers, pulling away from the hug and taking your face in his cold hands. “Never scare me like that again.”

“I won’t,” you whisper back, shaking your head feverishly and kissing him again.

“Good, you have forever to keep that promise.” You two would have an eternity to love each other, lifetimes and eons to live alongside each other. Everything else around you could rot, but as long as you had each other, life was perfect.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

I would like to preface that Prince Webber is alive and well at the end, I just didn’t feel like writing in all the details of his story towards the end sorry. Enjoy this quick fic and listen to the song! Love u honey bunchesssss

Kk byeeee

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

[helpwhatsthis]

if you write modern eddie fics and he's not just jake webber in a slightly different font then you're wrong

[pvssychicken]

Every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad bad news. You called them crazy, god, i hate the way i called them crazy too

[nickssidewitch]

🎃👻‼️NICKSSIDEWITCH KINKTOBER 2024‼️👻🎃

Every THURSDAY for the month of October, I will be uploading a new fic/blurb/reading/etc! 🤍

Most of them are kinky. The last one is a little snippet for a series I’d like to start (only if you guys enjoy the snippet)! 🥰🤍✨

Here’s the schedule:

October 3rd:

🦑🥴Cthulu!Matt x Obsessed!Reader🥴🦑 (SMUT)— In which, Matt has a ton of tentacles, you want them all over you, and he’s confused.

October 10th:

🐺🧛🏻🩸Werewolf!Matt x Vampire!Chris x Human!Reader🩸🧛🏻🐺 (SMUT) — In which, Chris and Matt have been acting weird leading up to your birthday, which happens to be Halloween Day.

October 17th:

🔪🩸Stalker!Nick x Innocent!Male!Reader🩸🔪 (SMUT)— In which you’re home alone, but you start to hear weird noises…

October 24th:

😈🪽Angel!Chris & Demon!Matt x DemonHunter!Reader🪽😈 (SMUT)— In which the reader is trying to hunt down some demons with an angel protecting her along the way, but one demon changes everything.

October 31st:

🍿🎥Sturniolos x Horror Movie Plot!🎥 🍿 (Spooky 👻) — {‼️This is the first chapter of what will be a series IF you all enjoy it!!) In which you, The Sturniolo Triplets, Tara Yummy, Johnnie Guilbert, Jake Webber, Carrington, Vinnie Hacker, Quenlin Blackwell, Larray, are having a party at a random house that Tara rented for the weekend for a Halloween party, but the house starts to act funny. And Yes, there will be a final survivor… depending on your choices… 😘

I hope you all enjoy it!! Stay tuned! 🍿😏

[hrtbrkwthrs]

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★ x reader and x character ★ mature / sensitive themes ★ smut for fictional characters ★ mild kinks ★ fluffy smut ★ angsty smut under most circumstances ★ spitting, bondage, overstim, toys, brat, etc.

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★ smut for real people ★ intense kinks ★ mommy/daddy kinks ★ stepbro/stepsis ★ p//dofilia, r//pe, yandere, stalking, age play, etc. ★ suicide/self harm/depression for real people (reader is fine)

Note: I am most comfortable and best at writing fluff, and (for smut) sub!reader. I also don't think I'm the best at writing smut, so do with that what you will lol.

Fandoms I write for:

Books:

★ red queen by victoria aveyard

Movies:

★ scream, harry potter, the hunger games

People:

★ joshua bassett, sam & colby, jake webber, johnnie guilber, sturniolos triplets, smosh, matt cornett, matthew gray gubler

Series:

★ hsmtmts, criminal minds, agents of shield, stranger things, teen wolf, outer banks, the bear, interview with the vampire, walker (2021-2024) // (i will also write for jujutsu kaisen, but i have not read the manga yet, so please no spoilers and only request for the show!!)

(you can still ask for more though!)

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