#vampire hunter d smut

[shomatoriashi]

09/15/24; 02:30pm

vampire hunter d x human!fem.reader

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it was such a mystery why this mysterious man chose you as his sole place of solace. your meeting with him was nothing short of fate, with the thought of it all remaining as a shining memory within the depths of your mind.

you were working a late shift at your local saloon, serving several cups of beer to the patrons all while ignoring the leering glances all the men were giving you.

you lost count of the sheer amount of times the drunkards had grasped at the ends of your skirt or wrapped an arm around your waist, their breath heavy with the lingering scent of alcohol that you had to bite back your words of protests. not wishing to cause a scene, you spend the next 6 hours biting back your words while forcing a smile.

later that night, you were free to return home, carrying with you a small pouch that contained the measly amount you had earned from working. feeling so exhausted, you remain completely unaware of how a man hidden in the shadows was stalking your every move.

upon reaching your quaint little home just near the outskirts of your town, you suddenly felt the hairs standing at the back of your neck. your reaction was a little too late when you see a man coming closer to you. his face was flushed red while his greasy hands fumbled with the waistband of his pants.

“you’re such a whore… prancing around the saloon like that, acting like you can’t even see me.”

a whimper escapes from you, and you attempt to run away from him, with your home settled just beyond the cobblestone walls. pushing your legs forward, heart threatening to choke you with its rapid palpitations with your calves burning, you reach out-

only to fall forward when the powerful stench of beer fills your nostrils, gagging you as tears fell from your eyes. your back lands against the cold, unforgiving ground, the drunkard already gripping at the lace fabric of your bodice, ready to tear the flimsy material off of you.

“p-please, don’t, i-i’ll give you all of my earnings! j-just- mph!”

you struggle and continued to gag, tasting the bitter alcohol from his lips, writhing beneath him as you struggled to kick him off of you. just when you felt his legs spreading yours apart, the man suddenly slumps forward-

bringing with him an overpowering scent of blood.

you felt sick to your stomach, realizing the drunkard was now lifeless as his blood slowly began to seep into your dress. something slender and bright catches your attention. your gaze follows it, realizing that it was a slender sword that was quickly being dislodged from the man’s back.

your savior was a tall, yet pale men dressed in all black. his stallion seemed to suit this man, letting out soft huffs as its hooves tamped down against the ground.

you look away from the horse and chose to focus on its master, your heart racing, meeting the dark eyes and pale face of that man. the wide brim of his traveler's hat obscures half of his face, yet he seemed intrigued by you, angling his chin ever so slightly so that he could get a better look at you.

you end up letting out a gasp upon seeing him. an impossibly pale yet sharp face looks down at you, his eyes reminding you of a pure, moonless night. rich, brown locks of hair was seen reaching down to the ends of his back, and you notice how his thin lips remained set in a straight line. he appeared nonchalant as his eyes continue to take you in.

“she’s a pretty young thing… but don’t you think you’re scarin’ her a bit, d?”

d? was that his name? and where was that gruff voice coming from?

the man, d, clenches his left hand shut, muffling that strange voice while continuing to look down at you.

“are you alright?”

his voice was soft, yet… achingly comforting to you. his beauty matched that of the night. you forgot all about the drunk man that was settled next to you-

but end up stiffening when the awful stench of urine fills at the air. you turn your face away, already feeling the contents within your stomach swirling around, threatening to escape from your throat when a hand scoops you into his arms.

you let out a gasp, allowing d’s scent to fill your senses (a great distraction from the scent of death the drunkard had exuded.) he smelled like fresh rain and wildflowers, a scent that you eagerly breathed in as you found yourself pressing the tip of your nose against the side of his neck.

d stiffens at your sudden touch, but maintains his calm demeanor, “where do you live?”

his question breaks you out of your reveries, making the heat dye your cheeks in response when you show him your cottage on top of the hill. “that cottage is my home.”

the man shows no visible signs of acknowledging your answer, yet gently coaxes his stallion toward the hill that lead up to your cottage. you remain safely tucked within the man’s arms, somehow wishing that this moment won’t ever end.

yet your homecoming seemed inevitable the moment the horse stops directly in front of your home. d was the first to get off, his boots landing against the ground while offering a hand out to you. you nod and place your hand in his, shivering at the cold sensation felt against your skin.

coming safely back down on the ground, you began to feel even more flustered upon realizing how much taller d was than you. he continues watching you, with your arms crossed over your chest as you reached into your pouch to pull out a single key. the moment you slot the key into your door, you hear d straddling his horse once more. not brave enough to face him, you call out to him,

“mister d?”

the sounds of hooves clopping against the ground stops momentarily, and you knew then that d had every intention to listen to what you had to say.

you face him once more, seeing d look at you from his periphery. “if you ever need a place to stay, please, come find me. it’s the least i can do for you since… since you saved me.”

d says nothing, yet spends several seconds looking back at you. he continues staring at you, as if wishing to memorize your every feature before finally turning away from you, his stallion already taking great strides down the hill.

that was how your first meeting with him went, and despite your kindness and how you truly wished to see him again, you didn’t think the man would take you up on such an offer-

yet, you were proven wrong several months later, when a storm had hit your town and you heard several faint knocks against your door. upon answering, you were shocked to see d standing before you, his left hand wrapped in a bandage as his stallion took refuge from the rain while remaining beneath the trees.

you purse your lips, remaining silent as you stepped aside to let him in. you were afraid to speak, truly fearing that if you said something, then it would make him change his mind and he would end up leaving you. as he steps into the house, the gentle drizzle of rain was all that could be heard. if you didn’t feel small during the time where you had first met him, then you certainly felt small now, watching as d towers over you while in the seemingly cramped space of your cottage.

he takes off his hat, his hair still dripping with the lingering raindrops. his eyes take in the sight of your quaint home, and he sees the table that holds a wooden bowl filled with stew along with a loaf of bread.

“ah, my apologies! are you hungry, sir?”

d shakes his head, “i’m fine, just a glass of water will suffice.”

you nod, feeling your heart begin to race as you grabbed a glass and filled it with water from your pitcher. you place the cup on the table, watching as d takes a seat before place two, burgundy capsules inside of it.

you sit across from him, going back to eating your dinner without tasting anything. d gently swirls the capsules within the water, not stopping until the water turns crimson red, carrying with it the lingering scent of iron.

your appetite was slowly diminishing, heart still pounding when you watch d drain the cup of the blood-like liquid dry. you continue looking at him, unable to tear your gaze away from him. d returns your gaze and softly asks, “does this bother you?”

a shiver runs down your spine, your mind screaming at you that d was no ordinary man-

yet you couldn’t bring yourself to reject this mysteriously elusive man.

so, you ignore the rationality of your mind and settle with following your heart, shaking your head while admitting to him, “it doesn’t bother me, not even in the slightest.”

a flash of something was seen across his dark eyes, and you saw it glimmer with an unknown emotion, one that you were too scared to truly identify. you watch as d stands from his seat, his strides being able to reach you within seconds.

he towers over you, and you felt his long, slender hands caressing at your cheek. you lean in closer to him, ignoring the lingering coldness felt against his skin.

“d…”

his name falls from your parted lips, filled with yearning as it was enough to make his tranquil façade slip. suddenly, d’s arms were felt wrapping around your form, bringing your body closer to his as his lips sought its sanctuary with yours.

soft moans came from you, your nipples going hard against the sheer material of your nightgown when d presses you even closer to him. sharp canines gently tease against your bottom lip, and you realized that such a trait was what gave his identity away-

“vampire…?” you breathlessly whisper against d’s lips, earning a subtle head shake from him.

“dhampir.” he gently corrects you before claiming your lips once more, already picking up your body as he lead you back inside the comfort of your room. not caring about the consequences, you shamelessly cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling the cold leather of his pants surround your inner thighs, causing you to shiver in response.

you were breathless by the time d gently sets you back on top of the bed. his expression remains unreadable, yet the way his long fingertips gently traces across the expanse of your skin (the touch remaining oh so reverent) was more than enough proof of his desires for you.

he gently pushes aside the sheer material of your nightie, leaving you bare for his eyes. d seems captivated by the sight of your nakedness, his gaze darkening ever so slightly before traveling down your form. settling himself between your legs, you felt the way d’s cold breath breathe in the scent of your aching core, a soft groan escaping from his lips.

keeping your legs spread wide open, the dhampir places his thin lips against your sensitive flower, darting his tongue inside of you as he tastes your honeyed sweetness. your moans fill at the air, allowing your back to arch against your bed. pants and moans echo throughout the room, and just feeling d’s gentle ministrations against you makes you slowly lose your mind.

due to never experiencing such pleasures before, you felt something snap within your abdomen, filling you with the first pinpricks of pleasure. d drinks up all you had to offer with a gentle hum, using his tongue to trace at your outer lips before moving away from you.

you were in a daze now, becoming dimly aware of the shifting of belts and fabric. you watch as d’s pale body glows from beneath the dying candlelight, his dark hair cascading down his muscular back. your mouth turns dry, unable to believe that such a beautiful creature was going to be yours-

if only for tonight.

d rejoins you in bed, laying across your body as he wraps your legs around his waist. the tip of his hardened cock continues to collect at the evidence of your release, tracing around its borders as you let out a sigh in response. as if knowing that this would be your first (and last) time with a man, d takes a hold of your hand and gently enters your slick heat.

the sudden intrusion makes you wince, your breasts heaving as you struggled to take in the sheer size of him. as tears were felt dotting your vision, d focuses his attention on your chest, his cool lips already wrapping themselves around your hardened nipple. you let out a gasp at the sudden sensation, moaning while delving your fingers into his hair.

only when he was completely sheathed inside of you did he finally stop moving, busying himself with the taste of your skin, greedily sucking at your breast. not knowing how much time had passed, you figured d had the patience of a saint, not even daring to move as he allowed your body to get used to the sensation of his cock filling you up.

your legs felt like they were turning numb, and as you adjusted your legs, you felt a sudden jolt of pleasure coursing through you. your breathing becomes labored, nails already gripping at d’s biceps as you begged him to move.

he hums, somehow able to switch positions as he was left sitting on the bed, still remaining connected to you. from this position, you were able to control the pace, your head seeming to spin. a ghost of a smile was seen gracing d’s features, and you settle both hands against his broad chest before slowly moving your slick heat up and down his cock.

your movements were sloppy and uneven, serving as evidence of your inexperience. looking down to where your body was connected with his, you could see the spot of blood over his cock, making you tremble in response.

d hisses when you began to bounce against him at an even faster pace, with you biting down on your bottom lip so harshly that it was close to drawing blood. the pleasure you felt was so intense-

so all consuming that you lost all of your inhibitions.

“d…” you gasp, lips already seeking his as you kissed him deeply, the squelching sounds of your lovemaking already taking over your senses. his grunts were the final push that you needed to reach your completion, climaxing against him when you still your hips and swallowed the entirety of his cock.

you felt the clear liquids of your release travel down his shaft, your broken moans filling at the air when d’s cock was felt twitching deep inside of you, shooting his seed deep within your womb as you fell against him.

your mind becomes hazy, feeling d press a lingering kiss against the side of your neck before laying down. the rain had simmered down to a light drizzle, and you bask in the gentle sounds of its droplets, feelings your eyes grow heavier while still in d’s embrace. upon feeling his lips against your hair, you allowed your body to succumb to its exhaustion, keeping the memory of the pleasure d had given you as a means to lead you towards a peaceful slumber.

you lost track of time of how long you had been sleeping, never once rousing from your slumber until the sunlight was felt hitting at the back of your eyelids.

the warmth of the sunlight manages to awaken you from your slumber, and when you gently moved your hand across the bed, you felt a crushing disappointment at how d had left you once more. not wishing to open your eyes while bearing witness to the empty side of your bed, you allowed your daydreams to take over, willing the image of his beautiful body to remain within your mind’s eye-

yet when your fingertips felt the soft sensation of petals from beneath your hand, you opened your eyes with a gasp. with the morning light painting your room in pastel hues, you take in the sight of a lone, white lily settled on the pillow where d once lay.

your heart hammers within your chest as you slowly sit up in bed. with gentle movements, you gingerly held the lovely flower within your hand, using its petals to caress at your cheek as you imagined it was your beloved dhampir gently caressing you with the back of his hand…

and despite how d never once announced his departure or spoke a word to you-

you knew that he would return.

end notes: d is so my type, someone send h e l p 🫠

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[moon-heart22]

Warning: Smut under the cut, blood, mention of blood, p in v, breeding K!ng, passionat s!x, mention of dying, hand talking

In general if you want to read it read it but i have warned you

D was always silent around you. Your vampire friend who hunted other vampires was always quite. You are a human but still you could fight really good. D is only half vampire so you don't find it that strange that he hunts vampires. But today, you realised something was wrong.

D and you we're on a mission and you got hurt while you hunted this vampire down. Well D got crazy and killed the vampire, cutting his head of blood all over him. Even left hand was suprised by his action.

Now you two sat by a fire and you felt D's look at you. „You can't be with me anymore, you will get more hurt If you stay with me.“, D tells you. You looked shocked and you heard left hand mutter something but D digs his nails into his palms. „What?! Why are you saying this?“, you ask him. D looks away and avoids your gaze. You see that he clearly hurts himself and left hand because his nails must dig so hard into his palm that they bleed a little.

„D...i am fine. Nothing will happen to me again i promise“, you whisper. You take his hand so he stops hurting himself and wrap your arm around him. At first he tries to press you away but eventually he gives in. It doesn't take long for him to wrap his hands tightly around you. His head tightly pressed against you neck and you felt it getting wet. D cried. The strong hunter who always had the best poker face on, cried.

You felt the air leaving your lungs because he was pressing you to tightly against him. „I got so angry when the vampire hurt you...I believed for one second he killed you...this made me so angry...not only was i angry at the vampire, but also on myself because i couldn't protect you...“, he cries his heart out.

You blush because you feel that in someway he confesed that he felt a little more than just friendship. „Finally...while you cry your heart out to her you could also tell her about your dreams-“, begann left hand to say. He was stopped by D and you could tell he was a little stiff now. D's eyes looked into yours and they were full of need.

„What dreams?“, you asked him. Of course left hand tells everything D is not jet ready to tell but today it seems like the whole facade he build is down and that only for you. He placed his hand on your chest. He defenitly could feel your heart racing underneath. His face moves closer to yours and you could see his fangs when he opened his mouth a little.

„I...i hold you in my arms and we are bonded...your eyes are drunk with passion...your hands in my hair and my mouth pressed against your neck...my fangs slowly grazing your skin...our movements getting more lustfull“, he whispers hungrily. His eyes are drunk with lust and you see his pale cheeks getting a light shade of red. He probably realised what he just said and he wants to free himself from your arms.

You hold him tight and push him down so you're now lying on top of him. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with surprise. Now that you are on top of him he can't really do a thing against it or at least he doesn't want to. „Please don't push me away. I want to be with you...and make your dreams and wishes true. Please...please“, you beg him.

Left hand laughs but D and you ignore him. D's hands move up to cup your face and he pulls you down. His eyes slowly close and his lips crash against yours. You moan against his lips, D's hips buck against yours. He gently bites down your lips, he is careful though. He doesn't want to make you bleed, he swor himself not to drink any blood. Your tongue licks over his lips and he opens his mouth so you can explore it with your tongue.

You start to grind your hips against his, which causes him to groan. You feel his dick grow in his pants and wonder how it will feel If it is inside of you. „I can't believe you are that horny“, left hand complains. Even If left hand complains you also hear lust in his voice. D roles you over and starts to remove your clothes. „You look so beautiful“, he groans.

His lips crash against your neck and he places his left hand on top of your breast. You gasp in surprise when you feel something sucking your nipple. It licks and bites and you start to feel heated. D's other hand moves between your legs. He parts your folds and stops for a second to look at you, when he is sure you want it he inserts one finger and starts to rub your clit with his thumb. His lips crash against yours and you moan into it.

Your legs start to shake and D touches every right spot with his finger inside of you. He drives you wild. Left hand sucks on your nipple so hard you now youre going to be blue and purple there tomorrow. „D i am-“, you moan and throw your head back. He picks up the pace and starts to kiss down your neck to your free breast and takes his time with that one.

You scream out his name and cum on his finger. He pulls it out and licks of the nectar that is on his fingers. „You taste just perfect my dear“, he whispers hungrily. He get's up and looks down at you. He frees himself from his clothes and stands naked infront of you. His cock hard and needy for attention. His tip leaking precum. He kneels down to you and kisses you gently on his your lips. His tongue leaving salvia on your mouth. He flips you onto your stomach and lifts up your hips.

He covers his tip with your cum and rubs it all over his cock. You moan when you feel his tip pressing against your hole. „Please D, please i need you“, you beg him. It doesn't take long for him to do what you want. With one swift thrust he is inside of you. It feels so fucking good. He starts to pound into you from behind, his nails digging into your soft flesh. Skin slapping against skin. You moan so much you feel like a whore because of it. But you know youre not a whore for him, you know that he loves you.

„Fuck this feels so perfect, you feel even better than i imagend“, he growls drunkly. Your walls clench around his cock, you feel the pleasure building inside of you again. If he continues like this youre going to cum again. He pulls you up so he can kiss you while still slamming into you. Left hand creedely suck on your breast again and D moans against your lips. His thrust become more sloppy and you know he is going to cum soon.

„I love you...i love you“, he whispers and kisses you harder. You moan his name and reach your second climax. Your walls milking his cock. He pounds faster into you and with one final thrust he shots his seed into your womb. You feel it coating your walls. He breaks the kiss and his hand moves to your belly. „What would you think If i put a baby...inside of you?“, he asks you.

You feel your face getting red and get shy but now it's to late. He probably has decided that it will happen but deep down you didn't mind. After all you loved him. Your D.

Hope you enjoyed it and If not go read something else. As always fuck spelling mistakes.

[multismutsblog]

Sweet bites

Castlevania Adrian (Alucard) vampire hunter D and reader

MxMxM

My face flushed as I tugged the restraints holding my arms high above my head. Alucard smirked up at me and licked one nipple, long since peaked. His fangs grazed my skin as he sucked it into his mouth, and I moaned softly. From the other side I heard a low laugh just before D captured my lips and ravished my mouth. I welcomed his tongue eagerly, offering my own. When I tried to prick my tongue on one of his fangs he pulled away and gave the nipple on his side a sharp tug.

“Such a naughty little thing.” His scolding made me blush even harder but I grinned up at him.

“Maybe you should punish me.” I tugged the ropes binding my wrists and ankles. I wanted to shake my chest at him but Adrian gave me a sharp nip with his teeth that made me gasp.

“Does that hurt?” He teased me with the point of a single clawed fingernail pressed into the sensitive tip.

“God yes.” I whimpered, lifting my chest. “Do it again, please!”

D dropped his head and both men suckled, licking and teasing while I moaned. A few moments later both of them scraped to either side with sharp fangs. I felt D’s penetrate my skin first and let out a cry as I felt him begin to feed. With every draw on my blood he sucked my nipple into his mouth licking and scraping it with hungry tugs.

Adrian followed moments later, sliding his long canines into sensitive flesh slowly so I could feel every moment of penetration. I couldn’t form words by the time he too had pulled my nipple into his mouth. I strained towards both of them, lifting my chest, begging them to take more. Few things could make me come without ever touching myself but this was easily one, and both men were well aware.

Their hands roamed my body, touching where they pleased, but neither went near the place I longed for them to touch the most. My hips strained towards them, my cock lifting itself as if begging them to give it some attention. They moved all around it, even down to my thighs and beneath to grab my butt, but they refused to touch me there.

I whimpered as they released my nipples and pulled away. Adrian licked a trickle of blood that flowed down the middle of my chest up until he was high enough to kiss me. I could taste my blood on his lips along with the hunger in his kiss.

D nibbled a trail down my chest, wrapping his hand around the base of my cock and lifting it until it pointed at the ceiling above. When he kissed the tip I shuddered and lifted my hips again, but he wouldn’t be enticed into giving me more. The tip of his tongue teased the slit in the head of my cock, pushing until it entered just a little. I moaned around Adrian’s kiss. Lifting his head, D pressed the tip of his pinky to the opening. “Do you want me to put this inside of you?”

Adrian released my mouth so I could answer. I gasped and strained towards his finger but it wasn’t enough answer. “Y-yes!” I managed to gasp the words.

“Yes what?” Adrian prompted, teasing my nipple with one of his sharp nails again.

“Please… fuck my cock, D!” I groaned, straining towards him. I already had enough spilling from my cock that he wouldn’t need to add anymore. He obliged my by pressing slowly, and I got to watch his finger disappearing into the hole, stretching me open perfectly. He fucked me with it slowly, all while I strained for more. I felt a pinprick of pain from Adrian’s claw.

“I think he’s nearly ready.” Adrian remarked, leaning over my body to suck at the mark D had left.

“I am! I’m so ready. Please, fuck me both of you.” I begged, too aroused and desperate to come to give way to shame. “Please give me your cocks! Please! I need them so bad!”

Without removing his finger D bent down to lick my shaft. Adrian joined him, the two of them licking and kissed my like my cock was the greatest treat they’d ever been offered. The heat from Adrian’s mouth was incredible, and contrasted with D’s relatively cool temperature left me groaning and panting. Tears pricked my eyes. I needed to come so bad it was painful.

“Please…” I sobbed. “Adrian please, let me suck on you. I need you both so bad.” I looked at D with pleading eyes. “Please fuck me. I’ll do anything. Please!”

“Anything?” D broke away to look up at me. His eyes glinted wickedly but I could only nod desperately. He put a hand on Adrian’s soft blond hair. “He did say anything.”

“So he did.” Adrian grinned.

I was treated to the sight of both men kissing each other hungrily then. Like the sun and the moon, black hair and blond hung together above me. D pulled his finger from my shaft and Adrian gripped the base, preventing me from coming just yet. Adrian moved up to my head and straddled me, offering me his long, thick shaft. I swallowed it down eagerly, sucking hard while he rocked his hips into my face. The taste was heaven itself, like nothing else I’d ever had and one I could never grow tired of.

So enraptured was I by the feeling of him using my mouth that I missed the sound of D applying oil to his own shaft until its thick head was pressing against my opening. I tried to open my legs more to ease his way inside but the ropes wouldn’t let me. He untied them deftly and I spread myself wide and relaxed my hole as much as I could. Even with that, he had to press hard to get it all inside and I let out a loud groan around Adrian’s cock at the stretch.

My own shaft strained even harder as he began stroking inside of me almost at once. I tried to press into D’s thrusts, but I was still restrained by my wrists and by Adrian’s weight where he pinned me to the bed. The blond knew just how fast to move to make sure I could breathe as he used my mouth like a fuck toy. I groaned and cried out around him as much as I could, knowing how much they loved the sound and because I simply couldn’t help it. D stroked the right spot inside me with every thrust of his hips and Adrian tasted like heaven in my mouth. I loved being fucked by these two gorgeous men and if not for Adrian’s warm, tight grip around my base I would have come at least twice already.

When Adrian’s rhythm began to falter I knew he was close. He groaned above me and I sucked all the harder. He spilled inside my mouth, filling it with his warm come. When I’d sucked out everything I could, he pulled back. I showed him the gift he’d given me before I let him watch me drink it down. He climbed off me so he could kiss me, D growled and began pounding my ass even harder.

The release of my cock from Adrian’s grip came without warning. I shot my load within seconds, crying out as pleasure made me blind and deaf to everything but the huge cock in my ass. I thanked them both,over and over while I begged D not to stop.

After I come that hard my body was bound to be sensitive. I knew this would be my punishment but I couldn’t help myself. D still hadn’t come, and even after I had spilled everything had onto my own chest he was relentless. I began to squirm again, my body overstimulated to just this side of pain. I shouted, I wiggled and clenched and tried to get away, but there was no escape. Until D had finished fucking me I was getting fucked no matter what. Adrian sucked my shaft into his mouth just to add to it all, and I felt tears fall from my eyes again. No matter which way I moved I couldn’t escape his mouth or D’s cock, and despite my cries I absolutely loved it.

The torture went on for only a few minutes, but it was long enough to make me come a second time. Adrian sucked it down this time, and D roared as he finally pumped my ass full of his come. I squeezed him, milking it out of him as much as I could despite my own exhaustion.

Afterwards both men crawled into bed with me. Adrian untied my hands but I couldn’t move. The two of them licked my chest, cleaning me up while my cock twitched. When they were down they helped me turn onto my side so I could lay on D’s chest. Adrian cuddled against me from behind. I fell asleep quickly nestled between the two men I loved most in any world.

[dragongirlpoet]

Dark Signs 2

Pt I I Pt III

Alucard x you

Synopsis: You asked Alucard for a favour. Now you have to be careful what you wished for. "To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster" - Vampire Hunter D

TW: Dark fantasy, horror & gore elements, blood, SMUT (Alucard is feral in this one) Explicit 🔞 I Words: 3.5k

Also to @skychaser777 hope you can sleep after this 😉

The hollow stone walls echoed my shaky breaths, caving them in, the thumping of my heart violent in my ears. My skin was pricked with goosebumps, foreboding dire dwellings. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Absurd question, considering everything was inherently far from right. 

There had only been one instance where I felt unsafe with Adrian. 

Located in the underbelly of Wallachia was a forgotten catacomb, a labyrinth where the dead and undead alike convened. I had been extracting bile from slaughtered night creatures, told to render powerful salves when mixed with mint, myrrh and…other herbs. 

Body sticky with sweat and hands grimy from reaching into revolting guts, I was almost to my fifth vial when a guttural growl stopped me dead in my tracks. 

From the marrows of a tunnel, a numbing cold, laced with strangled gnawing, reverberated through the passageways.

Every fibre of my being told me to run, alas I had all but the impudence of a child. Unsheathing my iron dagger, ensorcelled to wound even the most vile, I treaded warily towards my impending doom.  

The sight that awaited me was sickening. Crouched over bodies upon bodies of night creatures was a pallid, mangled man? His face was buried in their carcasses, marring at their flesh, lapping at their blood. 

Before I could take another breath, the man turned, face smeared with ravaged viscera and foul, curdled blood. He had hair like the purest wisps of wheat and eyes like dark, desecrated graves. 

I choked back a gasp.

“You foolish, foolish girl. You are not prepared for the evil that lurks here, feeds here..” his bellow was deafening, diabolical. Blood spilled from his fangs, splaying his torso tainted with innards and rotten flesh.

“Wh..who are…you?” I paced backwards as he stalked towards me.

“You don’t know who I am? Most fascinating…” he offered a smile so sinister, as if he had stumbled upon the most naive of fools he was soon to devour.

“I am the sun…rain…the darkness. I am sin made flesh and I am whom you should most fear. I am Alucard, son of Vlad Dracula Tepes.”

A loud “smash” rattled through the room as I retreated into our wooden dresser, knocking over a prized hourglass Alucard so often used to practise his script. The pair of glowering molten eyes trailed me — never blinking, burning caverns into my soul. 

I shifted my gaze downwards to avoid stepping into glass, but that was regrettably the least of my worries. Lifting my stare, those eyes were gone — quick as spectres passing through dimensions. 

Our chamber fell into a boundless black, and my human sight could not adjust acutely enough to the darkness. I flailed my arms about willing to grasp onto anything that could give me some bearing. Anxiety crept through me like poison ivy ensnaring a forsaken home. 

“Adrian? Stop this please! This isn’t funny.” The volatile rhythm of my heart suddenly became too loud, too unbearable. 

No amount of breaths could repress my violent trembling. A faint flicker from the corner caught my eye — Alucard’s heirloom sword. If his magical estoc was there…he is still in the room with me. 

The hairs on my arms shot up, little by little.

Out of nowhere, forceful, ice cold hands prised around my throat, yanking me out of my state of terror. From behind, Alucard, voice grave like a thousand infernal souls, growled into my ear, 

“Do you understand the gravity of what you’re asking?”

Whether it was fear or the vice-like grip around my neck, I couldn’t speak.

“Answer me.” 

He clamped tighter.

”Ye…yesss,” I wasn’t telling a lie. 

“Then let’s finish what we started, shall we?”

One minute I was in Alucard’s death grip, the next I was shoved, hard, into the stone wall, my face chafing against the abrasive mortar. I winced at the pain.

“You’re hurting me, Adrian!” 

Behind, he tightened his grip on my wrists, binding them into the small of my back. 

“Am I? Ohh…but you like danger, don’t you?...His other hand reached down to unfasten his pants, his erect cock sliding out… “You are drawn to the darkness, just as I am.” 

He trailed the words up and down my neck, pausing ever so subtly to savour the scent of blood in my veins. 

A small bead of sweat started trickling down my face…no, no, it was blood — from my collision with the wall.

Alucard went eerily still again. I felt a shift in his countenance, like a malevolent cloud obliterating sunshine. 

He was hungry.

With one knee, he forced my legs apart and hauled my nightdress up, my backside fully exposed. I could feel the tip of his length against my rear — throbbing, impatient. He snaked his hands all over my naked body, grabbing at my breasts, digging into my thighs. 

The scent of my blood set his every carnal need aflame. 

Adrian had always been prudent — he would excuse himself at the slightest scent of my exposed blood, isolating himself in the castle dungeons for hours, as if he deserved it. Deserved to be punished for his beastly urges, deserved to be condemned for being born a monster. 

Every blood-month I had would send him away for days — “I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve seen what I become when I feed… I’ll just be hunting, it’d be just a few days, and your cycle would end when I’m back,” he would say with a smile. A sad smile.

And I was utterly tired and heartbroken that my Adrian, so kind and full of love, would admonish himself, rip his spirit to shreds, for a fate that had been unfairly handed to him. I was going to end this, tonight.

Alucard nuzzled his face into my hair, taking in all my smells, heaving. His body was unyielding against mine — elegant marble against bewitching velvet. I could hear his vampiric heartbeat ringing in his ears, drowning out all sense of reason. He was an animal in heat. 

“You know I cannot control myself around you. And you know what your blood does to me… Do you know how long I haven’t fed?” 

His writhing cock was brandishing my cunt, starving for my hole.

“Do you know I think about what it’s like to have your blood in my veins? How much I want it, need it, desire it. 

How much I want my blood in you. And you ask this of me, tonight, when I’m sitting at the precipice of hunger and lust…”

There was a sharp intake of breath. 

“Hmmm you don’t know what’s coming for you. Once I do this there’s no turning back. 

Do you know how long I’ve been holding out for you? To be better for you. And now you ask this of me…”

At that he yanked at my hair, forcing my head to fall back. The red trace on my cheeks bowed complete to his mercy. 

Staring defiantly into his eyes, I said, “Do it, Adrian. I want you to.” 

Danger, danger.

A devious smile tugged at his lips. Alucard skimmed my neck with his mouth, bruising it with reckless kisses and parlous nips. He moved precariously to suck at the aquamarine veins running down my breasts, licking slow circles about my nipples. He was a wolf dallying with his food. 

A true vampire, hedonistic even in the slightest of pursuits, moving inevitably to the blood trail. He had waited so long for this. 

Alucard pushed his lips delicately into my face, afraid of spilling even the smallest of drops. My blood was a sacred river, a bath of worship he would praise forever. Shaking, he ravened the scarlet off my face, sucking at the open cut, willing for more. 

He was a mixture of muffled moans and enthralled ecstacy.

It was exhaultant. I adored being able to give Adrian what he most craved. 

Drinking in more than necessary, the whites of his eyes were no longer — entire sockets now overtaken with crepuscular crypts darker than the blood moon that hung outside.

Alucard’s cock twitched beneath me, length growing harder and bigger by the second. Grunting, he pumped his sex and slid it against my pussy. I was light-headed with anticipation, but he had merely fondled my folds, prodding at my entrance, testing to see how wet I was.

Perhaps he had been right. Perhaps a dissolute part of me yearned for the darkness, but what I’d wanted most of all was to know that I had years, centuries — immortality, to be with Adrian. 

Head over my shoulder with eyes like lacquered obsidians, he interlaced his fingers with mine, bringing them down to press at my clit. Flagging off from my most sensitive spot, he traced them up my body, slowly, torturously. 

“I wonder…” fingers caressing my abdomen… “how far up…” I gasped as he adjusted them higher… “my cock will go when I’m deep inside you…” Alas settling on a spot above my navel.

A sacred river spawned between my legs. 

Incapable of restraint any longer, I reached back to stroke his shaft, thumb stimulating his tip until his pre-load creamed my fingers. I lathered his fluids, relishing in the feel of his hallowed flesh tethered to my hands. 

“Fuuuck.” Alucard bristled against my touch, face buried in my neck. Below, he was thrusting at my entrance, not yet entering, readying me for his carnal devotion. 

”Adrian please, I need you. I want you inside…”  

His last thread of resolve snapped. He rammed his boner into me from behind, stretching me, engulfing me. My tender walls were a haven to his brutal thrusts, welcoming him in. Cock barely to his hilt, he spread my bottocks apart, plunging his engorged member in. 

“Ahh…ahh…” I whimpered, hands braced on the wall. 

“How are you still so tight…” he hissed, enraged he couldn’t yet feel all of me.

My fingers weaved into his hair, tugging as I leaned further back into him. This feral urge, I craved it. It was scarce enough to satiate the searing lust in me, so I ground impiously against his length like the unholy girl he wanted me to be. 

Tonight, he was to have his way. He was the nefarious overlord and I was but a malleable zealot. My hips were firmly held down by his hands — he wanted to control my rhythm. I was, afterall, his submissive little prey. 

Alucard forced his cum-stained fingers into my mouth, swirling them about the insides of my cheeks, wresting in and out of my plush lips. I licked at them greedily, suckling on his taste. He was so deft — hands and length penetrating me in a lyrical sync, sating me above and below.

I gagged when he stuck his fingers further down, my throat wedging tight. Tears rimmed my eyes but I continued hollowing my cheeks, head bobbing. “Such a good girl…” praising as he brushed hair off my face. I was to appear immaculate while being fucked indecent.

Hypnotised by his bulge assaulting my hole, I bit sinfully on his index, tearing his skin. He pulled out from my mouth, eyes transfixed on the blot of blood. 

“You’re being a naughty little lamb tonight…” His smile was insidious, like a serpent suffocating its meal.

My vampire smothered his blood over my parted lips. My tongue grazed over it, wiping it clean like I was the one writhing in blood lust. What I did had Alucard under a powerful spell. He plummeted his smug into me, our kisses heedless, crashing into each other in depraved lust. 

We sucked and bit them swollen, both of us unrestrained and shameless of our monstrous love. Under, he continued hammering his heat into me, hand pushing my cunt back to swallow more of him.

Alucard was never one to trifle with a perfect opportunity. Hands at his favourite spot, he rubbed his digits forcefully at all the places his cock didn’t already fill. My knees buckled at once from overstimulation. 

“Stay.” He landed a firm smack onto my soaking sex… “Still.”

“Or I won’t let you cum.” An order.

He bent me over, my backside raised to allow him easy entry. I compelled my wobbly legs to stand, muscles quivering at my bones.

“Good. Hands on the wall.” 

Like his obedient little lamb, I hoisted my arms on the cold stone, squeezing taut around my feral wolf.

I was begging, moaning his name, my being in complete disarray.

Content with how tight I was clenching around his shaft, Alucard drove his erection mercilessly into me, pounding so hard I was lifted off the ground. 

I cried out in pleasure and pain. “Adrian! Adrian please…”

“You like it when I’m rough with you, baby? You want me to turn you, and fucking you senseless comes with it,” he spat in between thrusts, dragging hair away from my ears to ascertain I could hear him loud and clear. 

I was so deliciously filled my lewdness spilled out onto my legs. Paths of sweet nectar trickled down my trembling thighs, glazing his girth with my wicked desire. 

I was so close.

Smelling my arousal and imminent climax, Alucard slammed faster into me, his own pace losing cadence. 

We were so close. 

He had everything timed perfectly. Just as he had countless times before — night creatures and wild animals — all unsuspecting pawns to his blood thirst. He was adept at hiding his deplorable little secret, but I knew better. 

Fangs fully exposed, he grazed them masterfully over my neck, humming at my veins and arteries. Quite like a skilled chef discerning food, he was choosing which would taste most exquisite. My scarlet vessels were pulsing in tempo with my heartbeat — palpitating, quivering, waiting.

“Are you frightened? I can feel your terror in my bones…” villainy laced his snarl like a wolf finally rid of sheep’s clothing. 

I had to inhale gulps of air to articulate my words, “No….” But what I said or what I thought mattered no longer. Gone was Adrian — human, moral, benign. A bestial, debased monster, instead, all consumed him. 

Soulless eyes searched me once more, as if to forewarn me about my perilous decision, as if the human in him was straining to break free of his chains to stop this atrocity.

There was no turning back now.

I offered my neck to him, reckless, bloodstreams on full display. At last, with Alucard’s throbbing cock still stuffed full inside, I felt the firestorm in my core and the crushing torrent soon overcame me. 

My release tonight felt different — cathartic. I was once again the delicate driftwood being dragged underwater — careless, aimless, going where the current took me. My limbs fell limp at my sides, my spirit devoid of vigour. And I knew why. 

Alucard’s fangs were buried in my neck, drinking my blood as if a divine offering. When did he bite me? I felt no pain, only a rapture so heavenly I ached for more. 

And so drink he did. Rivers of blood coated his lips, crimson tributaries surging down his throat. He sucked and lapped at my vital spark, clawing at my body so arduously as if I was the most cherished jewel of immeasurable value. 

Like a vampire deprived of debauchery, he drank me in like sweet sin. He had no beginning and no end. And rightfully so. I was profoundly proud of my Adrian. At long last, he no longer had to be ashamed of who he was. He was liberated. He was free. 

My racing heart was now a supine hum. I lay naked — pliant and frozen in his arms. The sleepy swell of the ocean lulled me into the black nothingness. I was rising and falling, so in harmony with the current.

Above, hazy sunbeams fractioned the waves like sparkling diamond necklaces. Beneath, the sombre abyss tugged at my essence, diffusing all manner of light. The ominous depth, though a macabre embrace, was one so full of promise. It was beckoning to me, calling my name — stay, stay, stay…

—

I awoke to a pall of infinite blackness. 

I had been dreaming. There were shadows — silhouettes, of people I couldn’t quite make out. They were whispering, a sonnet of hurried voices, as if going somewhere, but nowhere at the same time. Then there was a lambent flame — the colour of pale amber, always in the distance but never near. Always tailing, always watching…

Where was I? 

I could see nothing, hear nothing. I shifted slightly, and my shoulders were met by cool textile — silk? As more of my senses reconciled, I felt the mattress below me, a satiny divan not reminiscent of my bed. Muted was the air, hollow was the roof, and

…algid was my skin. 

I was in a coffin.  

Panic coiled through the ridges of my ribs, puncturing my heart like lethal thorns. I clawed and pounded at the wood…was I buried alive?

Alas, like the caves of hell being vaquished by divine light, the casket slid open, and I clambered onto a sprawling granite floor. I was heaving, frantic to take in air, clamouring at my chest as if ghostly hands were crushing my heart, splintering my valves. 

Where was Adrian?

A succession of torches adorned the upper vaults, the mellow ebb of light suddenly becoming glaring to my eyes, as if I had been staring directly at the sun. I could make out the phosphorescent ripples and saffron hues that wreathed the flames. 

The air smelled vaguely of mildew and crumbling concrete, while the scampering of rodents in between masonry thundered in my ears. I could hear them squeaking, the sounds of their bones compressing while they squeezed through cracks and crevices. 

I could hear their heartbeats — tiny surges of blood in their capillaries. 

Such fragile little things, I wonder what they’d feel when they’re crushed by the force of my teeth. If they’d feel pain, if any at all, as I drain them dry…

I was so, so hungry. 

My awareness had heightened ten-fold, the anarchy of it all confounding whatever human that was left in me. The sensation of everything all at once was too much to bear and I covered my ears to drown out the distress. 

Futile efforts indeed. 

“Adrian? Adrian…” My voice hoarse from wheezing.

Was this what he had to endure? Being so akin with the presence of entirety, enough to render one insane. Was this why he had been so loath to turn me?

I hauled myself off the ground, bidding my legs to what looked to be a door. Scarce a blink had passed than I was face to face with a metal threshold — intricate lineations etched faintly onto the frame. 

“Willing blood of the Raven Maiden,” — Enochian, words of ancient bygone, but Adrian and I had been avid philologists.

I didn’t concern myself with whether the translation had in fact referred to my blood, but I sank my fangs — a lurid extension — into my wrist and smeared them over the threshold. 

The magicked portal transported me to a bed chamber, a former bed chamber, now resembling the crux of a dense forest.

Creepers cleaved through stone, while poison vines slivered across furniture. Rich moss clung to the bed frame, eating away at the tulle canopy, embedding itself into rotted linen.

That chaise…it was ours. 

Horror flooded my senses as I glanced furtively around. 

Our armoire, our settee, our desk. 

Strewn across the floor, some shredded by tree roots dissecting the wooden panelling, lay stacks of disintegrating parchment like remnants of forgotten lore.

Vampiric speed overtaking, my eyes scanned the moth-eaten pages over. 

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

“Come back to me.”

I choked on my tears. 

“To be born a dhampir is to be born a monster.”

They fell like glass, shattering on the ink, eroding the paper more.

How long had I been asleep for?

“No, no, no…”  I wept into the emptiness, anguish imprisoning my lungs, blocking off air. In spite of being undead, I had a heart, and it bled — it bled crimson, pain and grief. It bled with all the words I wished I could take back. 

It bled with all the ache that I might never see Adrian again. 

I scoured the castle. Every tower, every room, every dungeon, each a shell of its former mirth. The scenes ran parallel  — overgrown foliage, wrecked furnishings, pillars atrophied by decay. Our home had been eaten away by the curse of time. There was no sign of life, no essence of Adrian. 

With a threshing hole in my heart, I raced past the lattice of abandon toward the main doors. As the iron portcullis lifted, I recoiled at the hell that awaited me. 

There, in the blistering winter, impaled upon rows and rows of stakes, dangled festering corpses of night creatures…and humans. 

What have I done?

Pt I I Pt III

[planetdream]

AN EVENING IN THE WOODS !

CHARACTERS ! werewolf!bang chan, human!reader

GENRE ! horror/thriller but barely, smut [minors dni]

WORDS ! 3.3k

SYNOPSIS ! on a drunken game night, you're dared to take a little stroll through the woods after rumors of a werewolf lurking through the town.

THIS FIC CONTAINS ! more thriller than horror i think. mentions of alcohol. being chased/stalked; mentions of being 'kept'. reader desc. wearing long skirt + called 'good girl'. smut [dubcon(?)—reader is basically being used. d/s dynamics—predator versus prey. possessiveness. [rough] sex in the woods. monsterfucking ig. large cock channie <3. pussy eating. facefucking. cumplay + creampie. belly bulge oops. dumbification(?) growling..] used the word 'beast' a lot oops. it gets weird idk

💌 ngl...i think i forgot how to write smut u guys... this is partially inspired by a brief part in house of leaves by mark z. danielewski, but like, not really at all iykyk. anyway, as u kno, i always appreciate feedback <3

There’s a big difference between vampire hunters and werewolf hunters. The creatures are different from each other in both ferocity and nature; thus, the study and hunt of them will differ based on several factors. Hunters of said creatures are expected to know what to do in situations in which they are faced with such foul beasts. You, quite frankly, are neither a vampire nor a werewolf hunter. Inexperienced to the point where you couldn’t begin to imagine what you would do if faced with anything that is such a monstrous terror, let alone a werewolf. Yet, here you are, prancing around the cold forest like a delicious piece of meat, praying that you don’t cross paths with anything—man or beast.

About a month ago, men and women alike began disappearing from town in the late hours of the night, not to be seen or heard from again. In the following weeks, numbers of missing people have only risen, leading many to believe that there might be a serial killer on the loose. That, however, was only until word got around that a town drunkard had seen what he could only describe as a ‘terrifyingly large rabid dog’. ‘It had to be about six feet tall just standing there’, he said, swearing solemnly, even vowing to quit drinking in an effort to portray his seriousness. The man wept, “It was one of them werewolves. I swear by it.” 

Only from there did word travel through the town. Though, no one believed the drunk old man, laughing at his testimony—‘A werewolf? In this town? That’s impossible’—some treating it as some fable, or a game, even. Which is what leads to you, alone, in the woods tonight. A fun game of truth or dare with your friends—being a chronic truth picker, tonight (with a little liquid courage) you decide that you want nothing but to humor your associates, you chose dare—turns into you blindly making your way into the dark forest with nothing but a lamp, pocket knife, and a few neon stickers to help you make your way back; and that’s only if you’re not murdered. 

By the looks of it, the surrounding forest is empty. The only sounds come from the rustling of tree leaves mingling together due to the wind, the sounds of birds squawking in the far distance, and the snapping and crunching of twigs and leaves beneath your shoes. You trek your way through the trees and dirt extremely unnerved. Nothing has happened at all, and although you’re thankfully still alive and breathing, making your way through the clutter of trees and dead wood, you cannot help but be a bit frightened about the dreariness and uncertainty of the situation. 

It’s a cold night, predicted to snow a bit; temperature dropping lower and lower with each hour that falls. The sun had set a while ago and the purple-orange hue leftover has now faded from blue into black. And while the stars are beginning to show themselves—pristine and beautiful—the dark sky only adds to the dreariness of your walk through the forest. The sudden additional silence is eerie, nature has stilled completely. Although the echo of stillness is inexplicable, unusual; it comforts you—knowing that you would hear your assailant coming, should you come close to being attacked. 

When looking at your watch, you find that you’ve only been in the forest for fifteen of the required thirty minutes—it’s very possible that you can go the distance, turning on your heels and deciding to make your fifteen minute walk back to the edge of the dark forest; and most importantly, to safety. After all, your friends must be worried about you by now; maybe even surprised that you’ve really stuck to the dare. In a matter of minutes, this will be all over and you will be resting at home.

You had to have been walking in one straight direction, right? Maybe because it’s dark, and you, admittedly, have drunk quite a bit, but the placemarkers you remember sticking to the trees along your path are nowhere to be found. The light of your lamp shines against tree after tree, but they remain in their natural state, unchanged. Your eyes widen, heartbeat increasing as you look at the leftover placemarkers you hold in your hand, only six remaining of your original twenty—so you know you’ve used them. 

You stop in your tracks, not willing to venture any further than you already have. Mind racing, scanning and assessing all the possible things you can do, slowly slipping into a panic. You could scream as loud as you can, vocally expressing your need for rescue; but how likely is it that you’ll be heard, especially given how deep into this unchanging landscape you are. Perhaps you can continue walking ahead, only praying that you make your way out unharmed—after all, safety should have been just a fifteen minute walk ahead.

As you lift your foot a few centimeters off of the ground to make your first step, through the darkness of the forest and out of your peripherals, you swear you see a large shadow for just a split second—lurched over and next to a thick tree to your right. A chill runs down your spine and you shudder as you realize the presence of this creature; intimidating and dominant. Taking no chances, feet hitting the ground hard as you sprint through the woods, doing your best to escape this nightmare; real or otherwise. 

The action of running when you feel like you’re being chased, versus running because you are being chased, are quite similar. It’s all instinct, a gut feeling that you jump on, increased heart rate; it’s choosing to flee rather than to fight. The difference, in this moment, you realize, is the definite risk of getting caught. The consequences could prove to be unsatisfactory, at the very least, if you were to be caught by whatever it is that may be following after you. Although, looking behind, there’s nothing in sight—no sign of disaster nor danger. You continue along, albeit a lot slower than before, attempting to catch your breath a bit. Walking off trail just a bit to slow down and assess your next course of action. 

The snapping of a twig within your vicinity has you darting from the temporary hiding place. However, the predator is right on your trail, persisting in its hunt for flesh. You weave your way through the woods, brain firing off about escaping quickly without harm. The chase does not last long, though. One misstep taking you down, tumbling. Briefly, in your panic, you appear to meet eyes with the foul beast. Fear lodged in your throat, dry and brittle—crumbling into tiny little pieces that pester your insides like a million tiny beetles finding a dark, cavernous home. Stomach clenching, seizing as you cower in submission to your terror. Hands buried into the freshly fallen snow—previous footsteps already blanketed over and long gone. Never have you thought you would give up so easily; unsure if you’ve got it within you to fight back in the absolute worst case. 

Body stuck in place, paralyzed with fear once you hear the snow behind you crunch, a sign that the creature is inching closer to you. It’s like your life flashes before your eyes once you feel the snout of the creature pressed against the back of your neck, heat blowing against the back of your neck, followed by a short, deep snarl emitting from within the beast. The large presence behind you is undeniable. The way the creature towers over you is horrifying—a domineering and overbearing sense of power, exuding pride and strength in the form of body heat. It circles you, though you are too terrified to look towards it, despite the daring growl it emits. Heart racing, nearly about to jump out of your chest and run away itself. The creature begins to circle around you, and out of the corner of your eye you can see its feet—huge black paws. Oh great! You’ll be eaten alive. 

But then the feet of the beast turns into man, and slowly you raise your face to get a good look at its true face. He starts off as a blur initially, but the longer you look at him, the more recognizable he becomes. A face you’ve always seen lurking around town. Though despite the area being rather small, you’ve never formally interacted—only stared at each other from a distance then kept it moving. Tonight, however, you finally decided to walk up to him at the local bar whilst with friends, only for him to walk away without a word. ‘Oh, him? Yeah, Chan is just like that.’

“Mmm. What’s that smell?” Chan asks while humming. Arms caging you in against the tree as he presses his nose against your neck, right near a particularly sweet spot. “Smells heavenly. So sweet and delicious.” 

He continues to sniff you out, planting a small kiss to your neck before traveling lower, nose now pressed to the fabric of your clothing. Face pressed in between the valley of your breast, Chan takes a long, deep inhale. His eyes are closed as he pulls back, slightly smirking with clear contentment. Chan takes the material of your shirt pinched between his fingertips before tearing the shirt down the middle, groaning at your now exposed chest. His hands cup your tits, thumbs teasing at your nipples, as he runs his nose down the valley, before swiping back up with his tongue. 

Chan isn’t done, nose still pressed against your skin as he sinks down to his knees. Rough hands cupping your ass, squeezing, as he stops—nose pressed against your mound, breathing you in while trying to pull you closer, finally finding the source of that sweet, heavenly scent. He’s breathing heavily to the point that you can feel his hot breath against your skin through the thin material of your skirt; snarling as he takes in your scent. And he’s mumbling something down there—pussy hungry words about how fucking delectable you smell. Perfect to devour. 

Contrary to the petrifying circumstance, the rush of adrenaline you get in the moment is euphoric and exhilarating. Chan’s touch is hot against you, almost scorching, and leaves you wanting—no, needing more of him. 

He hikes up the long length of your skirt with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder to force your hips towards his face, diving face first into your cunt. Tongue lapping up hungrily at your wetness, moaning and groaning without a care in the world as he gets the first taste of his meal. Plump lips sucking your clit, vibrating when he moans, causing you to shake and squirm, but Chan has a strong grip against you. He’s messy as he eats you—occasionally breaking free, not for air, but to spit against your cunt—as the lower half of his face is covered in your nectar; which he hopes never washes off, absolutely frenzied by your scent, cock hard and leaking cum, jumping at the thought of finally getting to fuck his cock into this sweet little cunt. 

While Chan is usually a patient man, having no problem in waiting—stalking his prey and then teasing them for hours upon hours on end—he finds himself struck with need. A particular need to feast. To fuck and destroy his prey. Days and days of stalking you, taunting you from afar, and you played right into his palm—obviously fated to be found afraid and lost, deep in his territory. It is at this point he thinks to keep you. Perhaps hide you away somewhere cold and dark where only he’d be able to find you. Keeping you bound to him until he gets sick of you—or until you cease to exist. Aching to fuck you over and over and over again until it becomes too difficult for you to even think about moving a muscle, succumbing fully to his torturous pleasure. He stops himself from thinking too far ahead all too soon, clearly entranced by the sweetness of your cunt. 

Chan springs to his feet; cock heavy, hard and curving to the right, tip swelling red with need and dripping with precum. Your eyes are glued to his cock as you watch him massage his right hand over it; even in his big palms his cock is huge. The excitement to take him spreads from the pit of your stomach and up your chest, visualizing into the form of goosebumps all over your arms. He just laughs at the look on your face; how equally intrigued and dismayed you appear. A perfect little lamb stalked and caught by the big bad wolf, unable to flee due to their own fascination despite their fright. 

Chan leans in, his lips against yours briefly. A hand curling into your hair to bring you down to your knees, you follow suit. His hand stays tangled in your hair, pulling harshly against your scalp. With his other hand, Chan strokes his cock, running his thumb over the tip; then pulling your head towards his tip. Eagerly, your tongue slips from your mouth, ready to taste everything he’s giving you. You swirl your tongue around him, but Chan has other plans, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth; helping you savor the slightly salty taste of his seed. Fixing your mouth open as wide as it can go, with both hands now tangled into your hair, he thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, slowly increasing the speed of his thrust. 

“You just take it like a good girl, huh?” You don’t say anything, but that dazed look in your eye and the moan that escapes from deep in your throat tells Chan all he needs to know. 

“Perfect little mouth, but I bet that pussy is even better.” Chan frees his cock from your mouth with a trail of spit. His hand around his cock once again, the slick sound like music to your ears. Though, it’s at this point that the cold air is starting to get to you—the snow is light but still continuous—yet you power through it for just another taste of Chan. 

“Want you so bad,” You bite your lip, looking into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. You stand and stretch to turn your back to him, looking over your shoulder as you wiggle your backside towards him like a bitch in heat. Chan smirks at you, a small laugh erupting from him at the sight of your shamelessness.   

In the heat of the moment, Chan licks the palm of his hand before bringing it down to rub at your cunt from behind. He doesn’t say anything, but you can hear a long, deep snarl come from within his chest. The closer he gets to you, the louder the growl echoes, and the more he warms you with his body heat—caging you in against the tree. You grind into his hand, greedily taking anything he gives you. While Chan is steadily becoming just as impatient as you, he always spares time to play with his food; teasing the tip of his cock against your slit. Chan slowly slides into your cunt—a rough hand clenching onto your hip, nails digging into your skin; not nearly enough to keep him from losing his cool as your wetness encases his cock, wet and tight. 

You’re barely taking half of his dick before the stretch of it nearly becomes too much—but he’s one step ahead of you; arm snakes across your belly and down to your cunt, two wet fingers ready to play with your clit. Chan works his fingers against your clit slowly winding you up, all while planting a quick kiss against your shoulder; tongue drooling out to lick a long wet stripe against your neck. It’s only once he receives a moan from you in response that he starts thrusting into you slowly; the thrusts of his hips syncing with the movement of his fingers. 

It isn’t long before you’re taking more and more of his cock, being stuffed and stretched deliciously. Cunt leaking and begging for more of him. Chan lets out these harsh growls and grunts that contrast with the pitch of your moans. His nails dig into your hips, using a minimal amount of strength to pull your hips back against him, making you meet his thrusts. His hips smack against your ass roughly, cock stretching you further, but your cunt swallows every inch perfectly. That’s only until he slides out of you, wordless, yet, still letting out a snarl. He pushes you onto the ground, hands and knees crashing into the new layers of snow. You yelp out in response, but Chan can only laugh at you. 

“Just letting me push you around like this? I think I should keep you,” He follows you, kneeling onto the ground, cock in hand. Laying  a quick smack at your ass, he hums. “How would you feel about being my little plaything, huh?”

His free hand kneads against your ass while he plays with his cock. “Keep you locked up with me ‘n only let you out in these woods at night, hmm? All cute ‘n naked for me to hunt down and fuck again.”

“And you can’t even hide cause I’ll always find you, pretty.” He finally slides into your cunt, still not letting you have all of him, yet. “How does that sound? Do you like it?”

His words are filthy and so are his touches but somehow he’s got you entranced. You let out a loud, cracked sob of a yes in response to his inquiries as if he bullied it out of you. “Good girl.” 

Chan finally allows himself to break—hips snapping harshly into yours. Not caring if you go limp from the way he’s fucking into you, instead his hands are once again clenching your hips, grinding his hips against your ass whenever he thrusts his cock back into you. Your fists clutching onto the snow as you take his cock, unable to do much but drool and mewl for him. 

He presses his chest across your back, caging you onto the cold ground. His tongue once again flat against your skin, licking every inch of what exposed skin he has access to. Still pounding into you as he chases his impending orgasm. Then he sinks his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, letting out a whine rather than the usual growl as he fucks his cum into you. It’s hot, sticky, and heavy—and it seems like it’s unending; seemingly producing more and more as he pumps his cock into you. Slowly Chan reaches a hand down to press against your lower abdomen; feeling how your belly swells with all the cum his cock is feeding your cunt. 

You moan at the feeling when Chan pulls out of you with a sigh of exhaust. Cum coating his cock and spilling out of your cunt, staining your thighs. So much of his seed has spilled out and he’s no longer stuffing you with his cock, but yet you feel so full. Chan continues to incite, two thick fingers dip into your cunt to scoop up and play with the excess cum that’s dripping from your hole. 

Chan pulls you back to him by your arms, caging you against his chest. He whispers to you. “What if we played a fun little game, hm?”

He grips your chin and those same two digits that were once inside of you, force into your mouth, offering you another taste of Chan’s cum. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, “Let’s say, I give you a ten second head start to run.”

Chan kisses the back of your neck and a chill runs down your spine. “The ten seconds start now.” 

He frees you from his hold, and springs to his feet leaving you dumbfounded. But by the time you stand and face the direction of Chan, legs weak and cold, he’s no longer there.

It seems his fun little game has officially started. 

© PLANETDREAM 2024

[its-luna-noel]

in my restless dreams, i see you | various!jjk x reader

03. running for your life, black dress, blood oozing

Vampire lord Ryomen Sukuna gives you the gift of eternal life. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. vampire lord!sukuna x reader vampire!geto x reader vampire hunter!gojo x reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, vampire!au, smut, drinking, partying, non-con elements, blood drinking, vampire turning, violence & blood, definite dark themes so DD:DNE

word count: 2.7k

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notes: sukuna x reader, blood drinking (non-con), vampire turning (also non-con), serious dub-con basically for this entire chapter, public séx, prey/predator & hunter/hunted dynamic, sukuna is so so selfish and despicable this chap ((yes reader does d!e to become a vampire in this chapter and sukuna is a little bit gross about it so yk, sensitive readers please read with care)) okay let’s go

Sukuna drinks from you until you pass out.

He fucks you two more times, shoving his massive, throbbing cock inside you because the heat of your blood burns through his veins, and it makes him so fucking horny. Every time he gets hard again, feeling that blood pumping through him and filling the spongy tip, he can’t help but grab you again, your pretty limp body resting on the pillows with soft sighs and smiles, because you’re so goddamn enthralled you have no clue what he’s even doing to you.

And he just grins, because he loves that power; he relishes it.

Your body is bent under his, back arched perfectly for him while one expansive palm presses into your low back and forces you to stay put while he fucks into you without reprieve. His other hand is around your throat, holding you in place while he swallows mouthful after mouthful of your sweet blood.

It’s dripping down his chin, into the neckline of your little sundress that he never bothered to take off of you. Neither of you notice or care.

And then your head starts to drop.

Sukuna chuckles, a dark sound, so derisive and cruel. “Aw, is the little girl getting tired?” he mocks, lips stained red as he grins at your expression, watching your lashes flutter. “Stay awake for me now, I’m not done here.”

So you try, you really do. Everything in you wants to obey him, needs to, like you need to breathe. It’s a compulsion you don’t even understand, but you just know that Sukuna has earned it, he deserves it; you should listen to him, you have to listen to him. So you lift your head, a soft moan on your lips as he continues to drink from you.

He chuckles and pounds into you with new resolve, and he’s not sure if he’s rewarding you for your resilience or rewarding himself for finding such a pretty little thing.

So, as a gift for you both, he cums inside you again, stuffing you full of his release and watching it dribble out of your swollen, abused cunt as he just keeps fucking going.

When you finally fall unconscious, your chin dropping to your chest and skin pale and clammy with blood loss, Sukuna rolls his eyes and lets go of you. Your body hits the mattress, and you don’t move again as he licks his fangs clean, now leaning over your body, stroking his own cock with your slick as lube since you can’t be bothered to help him out anymore.

But you don’t really remember any of that; all you remember is waking up and realizing what happened, and getting the fuck out.

Your feet are bare as you run down the street; you didn’t even have time to pull your underwear back on before you darted out of your apartment, leaving the front door open because who fucking cares about indecency when there’s a literal monster in your bedroom?

Your heart is thundering in your ears, and your lungs burn as you run, chest heaving in panic and exertion as you push yourself faster– it’s the middle of the night but you’re sure you can find someone to help you, someone to call the police for you, someone to bring you back to safety.

As you think those thoughts, you hear a chuckle, and you can almost feel Sukuna’s breath brushing against your ear. “Keep running, little girl,” he purrs.

When your head snaps to the side, eyes wide with terror, there’s no one there.

You just shake your head and move faster, self preservation instincts taking over as you sprint like a prey animal, and you suppose you are one, with how easily Sukuna can wrap his jaws around your throat and kill you.

You’re shaking. If you weren’t so fucking determined to live, you’d be crying. But you don’t; you just keep running, throwing terrified glances over your shoulder as you go, hoping beyond all hope that you’ve just imagined his voice in your ear, that he isn’t really lurking in every shadow you pass, waiting to grab you.

He is, indeed, lurking. But he doesn’t have to grab you. He’ll let you tire yourself out.

He watches you, bright red eyes following you as you run, watching your body move under that flowy little dress he’s ruined with your sweat and blood as he fucked you dumb and drank you nearly dry. He can see your thighs every time you take a step, and he’s sure if he looks close enough he can see his cum still dripping out of that cunt��

The thought draws a growl deep from his chest. He wants you back, but he’s patient.

Your steps start to slow, and you’re panting, your shaking body starting to succumb to the exhaustion from your sprint and from the bloodloss. Your face is covered in sweat, and he can see the lack of vitality in your cheeks, how sallow your skin looks.

He smirks, and he steps off the roof he’s currently perched on; it’s almost time.

You turn over your shoulder, and you see him emerge from the shadows, hands in his pockets and a devilish grin on his face, revealing dangerous fangs that threaten to bleed you dry, to finish the job this time.

Your breath stutters from between your lips, and you turn and start to run again.

He just chuckles and follows, his steps slow and measured.

You don’t last nearly as long this time; your hit of adrenaline can’t replenish the blood he drank, and you’re shaking as you stumble your way forward, through quiet streets. You know it’s the middle of the night, but couldn’t someone be there to save you?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You were supposed to live forever.

You eventually trip, and you fall to your knees, and you can’t help but weep, knowing what’s coming. Terrified that whatever it is will be so much more than you imagine.

Sukuna steps up behind you, eyes roaming your body. Your back is to him, and you’re crumpled on your knees, that dress tattered and hanging off one shoulder as you cry. He rolls his eyes, but he can’t hide the little smirk that curves his lips – fuck he loves that sound. He lifts one foot and puts his shoe on your back and pushes, and you fall so your chest presses against the concrete below you with a gasp. He leans over you, his leg still propped up on your body.

“You know, little girl,” he whispers, “good girls don’t run.”

“Go to hell,” you sob.

He chuckles as you try to sound strong, despite your trembling voice. Despite the way you won’t raise your eyes to meet his. He grins and pushes his foot down, and you yelp, feeling your ribs creak under the pressure. “Acting like a big girl, huh? Standing up to me like that?” Then he reaches down and yanks you up from the ground.

You whimper as he throws you against the brick wall in a dark alley.

“Oh, such pretty noises,” he croons, hand wrapping around your jaw and forcing your face up so you meet his eyes. You can see the sadistic euphoria written in their depths; he loves this, the hunt, the prize, the kill. You can tell. “Make more for me.”

When you stay notably quiet, he strikes you, backhanding your cheek.

You gasp, head snapping to the side with the force of the blow. A harsh sting burns your cheek, and you want to curl up and hold your face in your hands like a little child.

He chuckles, the sound of your gasp replaying in a delicious loop in his mind. “There we go. Just took you a little encouragement, huh?” His fingers return to your jaw, making you look at him once more. “Good thing I know just the thing for that.”

You whimper and feebly fight, but you don’t have the strength anymore.

He uses his hold on your jaw to turn your head to the side, tilting you out of the way so his lips can meet your throat, right over the bruising puncture wounds he’d left only hours before. Then he parts his lips and bites, and you let out such a beautiful little gasp that melts into the perfect obedient moan when he starts to drink.

He grins against your neck; he knows he’s got you now.

Your eyes unfocus again, and everything flashes, like you’re on the strongest, most delicious drug in existence. Your vision blurs, but you feel euphoric, and god you don’t want to do anything but stay while he laps languidly at the blood that pours from the wound with every heartbeat.

Then, as he swallows that first mouthful, he can’t help but groan. “Fuck, little girl, you taste so good. Almost a shame you couldn’t behave; I would’ve liked to bring you home as a thrall.” He sighs, almost sounding genuinely disappointed.

In your state, you can’t handle him not being happy with you. You gaze up at him, eyes wide, brows creased in a needy frown. “Please, I’ll do anything–“

“No, you won’t,” he says, shaking his head. “Guess I’ll just have to enjoy this.” So he hauls you up into his arms, elbows beneath your knees as he crushes your body in half against the brick wall, and pushes all the way inside you without warning, nearly splitting you open.

Your body can’t hold back the gasp that flies out of your mouth; he’s still huge, and you’re still sore from everything he did to you only hours earlier, and he’s not even really touched you or drank from you enough to turn you on.

So him going in dry hurts like a bitch.

Sukuna chuckles darkly against your throat, mouth painted red like his eyes as he starts to move inside you. You let out another gasp, another mewling whimper, and he wants to keep hearing them, wants to keep you in pain, but he also knows he’s missing that taste of those endorphins, those hormones that flow through your blood when you’re aroused, too.

That’s the only reason he reaches down and starts rubbing practiced circles on your clit.

The relief is immediate; your enthralled mind is already desperate for him, and now your body is given the chance to respond, the opportunity for slick to start drowning his dick, a ring of arousal gathering at the base as he fucks you into the wall.

Your head tips back against the wall as your eyes flutter and you moan, far too loudly into the night. Neither of you care, as he swallows another mouthful and continues to pound you into the brick. The harsh, sharp edges of the wall dig into your back, dress ripped and now starting to hang in tatters around your hips. But you don’t care about the pain, you don’t care about any of it, because you have Sukuna sucking your blood, drinking you dry, and you love it, you want to give him everything you can.

His cock is throbbing inside you, twitching, so hard it’s nearly painful. He’s always blown away by how good the return of hot blood feels, every time he does this, forgets how fucking good it feels to not run so cold. He’s practically sweating because it’s such a difference to how he felt before tonight, thirsty and devoid of fresh blood, that hunger gnawing at his gut. Now he’s nearly blissed out inside you, fingers rubbing your clit to make you cum so he can taste it in your blood, because his favorite taste is blood off a horny little thing like you.

You practically choke as he pulls an orgasm from you, his movements harsh and precise. Your hips buckle, and it’s a good thing he has such a strong hold on you because you would’ve fallen from his arms if he didn’t.

Sukuna moans loudly against your throat, tasting your orgasm through your blood, waves of sweetness pounding through you with every heartbeat. He sucks down with more vigor, more eagerness, because fuck you taste good, and he meant what he said when he told you he wished you would’ve just behaved so he could chain you up in a cage and come drink from you every time he got a change.

But, he supposes, he can make a compromise.

Your head starts to droop, eyes nearly crossing as the lightheadedness from your orgasm refuses to fade. It’s hard to keep them open, now, looking into Sukuna’s glowing crimson gaze, trying to convey that he can do anything to you and you’d obey.

He could even suck you dry.

The thought makes your core clench as your head drops again.

“Hey,” he snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. “Not yet.”

Your head jolts up, and you look at him with wide, obedient eyes, and he chuckles before reaching up towards his own throat, lancing one sharp, painted fingernail across his vein.

Blood starts to pour from the wound, and in your hazy, barely conscious thrall mind, you feel a flash of panic because master is bleeding. But before you can reach for him, try to stop the bleeding, offer the rest of yours, his large hand cups the back of your hand and pushes your face towards his neck.

“Open,” he orders, and you don’t even question it as your lips part.

Then he forces your parted lips over the cut he made, and your eyes widen when the taste of his blood hits your tongue. You try to pull back, because you don’t want this, you don’t want to drink his blood like he’s consumed yours, because you’re not worthy of his–

But he just grips your head harder and snaps, “Swallow.”

So you, breath shaky and hands shaking, swallow the drops of blood that hit your tongue.

Then he yanks you off and pulls your head back, returning to your throat with a vengeance.

Your head is spinning; why did he make you do that? You’re just a human, you’re not some blood-sucking monstrosity like he is, you have your own blood to pump through your body, to perfuse your organs and keep your heart beating.

But that fact is quickly changing, and you can feel it as your heartbeat starts to pick up, trying desperately to keep up with the blood loss.

But as Sukuna drinks, drains you, pushes you towards your limit until you feel cold and sluggish, you can’t even fight him. Because you want him to take this from you. You want him to have it.

So when your eyes finally glaze over, and you fall still in his arms, and he sucks the last few drops of sweet, decadent blood from your neck, your last thought is that you’re honored.

And it’s the feeling of your surrender that finally makes Sukuna cum inside you once more.

Sukuna licks his teeth, chest heaving slightly from his release, and drops you to the ground, where your body falls to a heap against the alley wall. Your skin is pale and cold, and your eyes are empty, devoid of all thought or feeling as you lay at his feet.

Dead.

He nudges your cheek with the toe of his shoe, grunting in satisfaction at the sight of you. Your dress, tattered, ruined, stained with blood and arousal, barely covers your ruined body, and the last thing Sukuna does to you before leaving is kick aside one of your legs so whoever finds you can see his drying cum on your thighs.

Then he turns and shoves his hands in his pockets, walking away from the scene with your blood in his veins and a pep in his step. Humming along to some tune as he leaves your body in the darkness of the night.

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[winchesterwild78]

The PE Teacher Master List

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Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: All Chapters carry their own individual warnings. There will be fluff, angst and eventual SMUT.

A/N: This was an idea given to me by @jackles010378. Dean is a newly hired PE teacher at the school you teach at. He isn’t a hunter and Sammy is a lawyer. You’re a Kindergarten teacher and you take a liking to the new staff member. Does he feel the same? This will be a few chapters. 

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. I don’t own the rights to any of these characters. 

Does not follow the Supernatural Timeline. 

Written fast and not edited well. Please overlook any errors. 

Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated. 

Please don’t take my work and use it as your own or on any other platform. 

Minors DNI 18+

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[valeriianz]

hi! in the spirit of Dreamling Week, here is an updated masterlist, now with clickable links to tags to follow along with a series :) welcome to my corner of the fandom, where it's predominantly human aus!

in time, all of my fics will be transferred to Ao3, so if you're interested in that, follow along here! this list will (finally) include (some) links to fics ive tagged on in reblogs that i usually ignore... but not this time! :'D Everything here is complete unless otherwise stated: (wip)

G - T Rated:

tepid - 1.3k canon, Dream can get sleepy, too

Stay - 1.7k hurt/comfort, vague mafia vibes

the date that never ended - 1.2k humor, established relationship

You Know How That Thrills Me - 2.2k The Devil Wears Prada AU, + blog tag which includes fanart, here!

savvy? - 1.2k pirate au! Hob rescues Dream

daydream - 1.1k fake dating, UST, fitting room pining

Exit Wounds - 2.1k hurt/no comfort, infidelity, angst

call me back for more - 2k NYE, strangers to lovers, sexual tension

scratch a little itch - 5.6k neighbors, pastry chef!Dream and professor!Hob

The magic of the mistletoe - xmas fic, canon

Hob grieves over Dream - canon, vague comic spoilers, angst

Cowboy AU (snippet) - aka Charro!Dream, Mexican rodeo vibes + blog tag with lots of art and collaborators :)

spin the bottle - highschool setting, friends to lovers

Reason in the Noise - 3k+ (wip) musician!Dream, companion piece to Bolt in the Blue (but can be read as a standalone)

Retired!Dream with facial hair along with part 2! - canon(ish), domestic, light spice

The Parent Trap AU and part 2! - loosely inspired by the film.

Hob walks in on Dream dancing - musician!Hob and Dream dancing to his music. marshmallow fluff.

Personal Chef!Hob, single dad Dream - what it says on the tin, part two here! and my 'chef Hob au' tag full of art and recipes!

NYE and slightly possessive Hob - another obligatory New Years Eve fic

The Proposal AU and also a part two! - a couple silly romcom things in collaboration with valiantstarlights here's the tag for it!

Bday fic for ambarden - the night before college graduation, pining,

Road Trip - the start of an idea...

ASMR youtuber!Dream - an add on... Hob is a fan. meet cute

Hard of Hearing Dream - pining, bittersweet, friends to lovers

Spicy/NSFW fics under the cut!

M - E Rated:

Bolt in the Blue - 102k+ (wip) the epic band au, slice of life, fluff, touring. see everything related to this fic in the tag fic: bolt in the blue

skipping breakfast - 667w domestic and a lil spicy

obsession - 1.6k canon, making out on the dancefloor

Fin de siècle - 3.2k vampire hunter!Hob and vampire!Dream

parked - 1.1k canon, car sex, PDA

tease - 1.3k Dream has a vulva, Hob fingers him in a car

ushy gushy pussy Dream - and he refuses to get off Hob's cock

Mr. Gadling's Bodyguard - 11.7k The Hitman's Bodyguard AU, action, humor... second chapter does not relate to the film at all and is just smut

Savory & Sweet - 6k+ (wip) restaurant au, unhinged behavior

Let Me Down Easy - 21k photographer!Hob and model!Dream but they're exes. angst with a happy ending

never enough - 7.3k friends to lovers, love confessions, mutual pining

turn the lights off - 3.3k phone sex, side fic inspired by by the minute by issylra

kiss me properly (and pull me apart) - 4.2k Hob wears a butt plug all day (lol) inspired by this incredible art by messmonte

Dream stepping on Hob - power imbalance, PWP

Bathtub shenanigans - a bit of relaxation ;)

Hob as Sexy Santa - and Dream can't handle it

Celebrity Dream and his normie bf Hob - inspired by that 3am photo of Ferdie looking all sweaty and disheveled

One of Your Girls AU - an ask fic/prompt i sent to Gabe and she added on <3

Let Me Down Easy [deleted scene] - they get frisky the morning after

Dream can feel Hob's lewd daydreams

Bi-curious Dream - basically a summary/headcanon of what i think Dream having his bi awakening with Hob would be like. and then hardly-an-escape went and wrote a full ass fic about it. but im counting this anyway lmao

#my writing

btw i am so sorry, yes i did give up on including the word count. i just... gave up. but everything without a word count is most likely under 1.5k.

[everythingseasoning]

M’s Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist

// scroll for all characters

MINORS CAN INTERACT ONLY WITH fluff/SFW CONTENT, otherwise mdni with content labeled NSFW

Headcanons here :P :D // SMAU’s here

“Canon” one-shots, fics (w/o reader)*

Analysis Stuff (characters, duos)

JJK x reader below!

Satoru Gojo

Stay With Me, Satoru masterlist (long fic)

Reader is Suguru’s younger sister. Enemies to lovers, Slow burn. Story takes place at the START OF GETO’S VILLAIN ARC (Geto tries to kill you, his sister).

You resent Gojo. He replaced you as Suguru’s best friend once Suguru went off to Jujutsu High at the age of 14. You miss your brother, and you watched him grow distant and turn cold over the years. One day, over a decade later, Suguru comes back into your life. The summer in which your brother is back home— unfortunately bringing Gojo as well— but still, you have hopes that it’ll be a sweet reconnection, until the darkness crashes down upon you. Suguru and betrayal are two words you never would’ve imagined went together. Nor did the words Satoru and warmth seem like a match either, until you have to lean on your sworn enemy when all other hope is lost.

NSFW: Feral Satoru x Virgin Reader (smut MDNI)

NSFW Drabble/*Fic Idea: Infinity backfired (smut, MDNI)

Something More (long fic)

This is the story of Suguru being saved. Reader is a non sorcerer. Love triangle with Satoru. We start off with Suguru and Satoru being teachers at Jujutsu Tech, with reader as Suguru’s ex.

Tags: Satoru heavy in the beginning, Suguru heavy in the middle. We will be exploring themes of grief (all three characters will really go through it), jealousy, Satoru starting to learn about what connection beyond Jujutsu and Suguru is, the tide of darkness that threatens to overtake Suguru, what it takes to save Suguru, Satoru beginning to learn that he’s more than a weapon, and more. Chapters will be lengthy, but it’s worth it. Hope you come along for the ride :) My second series will follow up with a new reader and Satoru, and it will be a continuation of this story, with different main characters.

Story’s Not Over (multi-chapter fic)

a continuation of Something More, with Satoru as the main love interest.

Satoru thinks those tiny embers of hope for love have since left after the two people he loves have gotten together. Will Satoru find the flames of human connection? New reader.

…more to come

Suguru Geto

Something More (long fic)

This is the story of Suguru being saved. Reader is a non sorcerer. Love triangle with Satoru. We start off with Suguru and Satoru being teachers at Jujutsu Tech, with reader as Suguru’s ex.

Tags: Satoru heavy in the beginning, Suguru heavy in the middle. We will be exploring themes of grief (all three characters will really go through it), jealousy, Satoru starting to learn about what connection beyond Jujutsu and Suguru is, the tide of darkness that threatens to overtake Suguru, what it takes to save Suguru, Satoru beginning to learn that he’s more than a weapon, and more. Chapters will be lengthy, but it’s worth it. Hope you come along for the ride :) My second series will follow up with a new reader and Satoru, and it will be a continuation of this story, with different main characters.

love, forever? (fic)

Vampires are just things of myth. Little do you know that your recent ex Suguru is a tortured vampire himself, who hunts and slays other vampires that seek to do evil acts on humans. You're heartbroken, still reeling from the loss of the love of your life, clueless to the fact that Suguru broke up with you in order to protect you from his own dark urges. Suguru still grieves you immensely. One night, Satoru decides to make a plan to end to Suguru's grieving-- and what better way to do that than to understand the enemy?

Tags: Morality, and selfishness vs selflessness themes. // Vampire! Suguru and Satoru, who are vampire hunters that protect humans from evil ones. // Blooming rivalry between Satoru & reader for Suguru’s attention. // A bit OOC for Satoru // New vampire lore ;). // Angst. Suguru battling his inner demons, trying to do good despite his vampire nature and urges. // Reader has multiple targets on her back // Both Suguru and Satoru fall for reader. // Eventual smut in later chapters. //

End. (fic)

Your ex is the love of your life. He’s trying to kill you, but failing to do so.

Tags: Hurt no comfort, grief and heavy angst, reader blames themself, a good look into Suguru’s mindset post-defection, Suguru and Reader are 21+, canon violence & hate (I don’t condone Suguru’s actions)

Untitled (long fic)

Geto is the cusp of defecting. His plans of culling all monkeys get interrupted when an oracle demands he marry you, a random non sorcerer. (Reader is deeply compassionate, possibly to a fault.)

Your husband hates you. You’re just a civilian, or, you were. Now you’re a pivotal pawn piece in this whole “greater good” thing, stuck in an arranged marriage with a man who wants to kill you just for breathing. You can’t believe that you were stolen away from your regular life, and brought to Jujutsu Tech in order to fulfill some prophecy that will save the fate of Jujutsu. Fuck, it was a world you knew nothing about one month ago. But here you are, trapped in a bonding with a deeply traumatized, hateful man. Can you break down the tall walls of hatred that Geto’s constructed? It’s a slow moving thing, if it’s moving at all. What’s even worse? There’s a bounty on your head.

Special✧ - JJK x Squid Game!

Suguru as player 001 and the Frontman

Your Grace (fic)

Bad boy gone good?

You would’ve never guessed that the university’s most coveted, notorious, tortured poet would ever fall for you, much less you for him. But just as sparks fly, you’re torn away and disappear for five years… When you cross paths with Geto again all those years later, will it be like the invisible string knotted itself into a perfect bow, linking you two together, or will the same mistakes end your love for good?

…more to come

Choso Kamo

We’ve Met Before masterlist (multi-chapter fic)

…Little do you know that you and Choso were lovers in a past life. When you meet Choso, at a college party of all places, you can’t help but feel enamored. Unfortunately, murders and missing person cases have also been popping up around your college campus, disrupting the lifestyle of all those at Jujutsu University— and the latest case has been brewing closer than you’d think. Your lying, cheating ex Sukuna, is also running around freely, and trying to prevent any semblance of finding love in your life.

NSFW: Virgin Choso touches himself for the first time while thinking of you (smut MDNI)

NSFW Drabble: Riding Choso (smut, MDNI)

…more to come

Kento Nanami

…more to come

Yuuta Okkotsu

Untitled (long fic)

…more to come

Shoko Ieiri

…more to come

Utahime Iori

…more to come

SFW: fluff/hcs/fics/one shots/angst/comfort below:

Yuji Itadori

…more to come

Megumi Fushiguro

…more to come

Toge Inumaki

…more to come

Itafushi

…more to come

Characters are of Gege Akutami’s work Jujutsu Kaisen. All ideas and writings here are my own. Do not plagiarize them.

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[vampires-and-dhampirs]

Vampires & Dhampirs Master Post

Hello Hello my vampire obsessed darlings! I'm back after many years of being away. This blog started as a Vampire Hunter D blog and still is. Anything vampire related will be posted of course. Mainly due to the fact that Vampire Hunter D is more niche. There is very limited visual media to be shared but we will do our best.

Both runners are 18+, blog will future smut and gore given the nature of the source material and general theme.

Feel free to go through our archive to find old posts. Filter "ask" or search tags 'libra post' or 'mandi post' as well.

ASK BOX: Open Scheduled Event: None as of now

Polls are posted & scheduled for a week. Feel free to search the blog & share. Subject to updates <3 [11/2024]

Libra

The original creator of this blog. Been a fan of VHD since about 2015 after stumbling across it on YouTube. I have been hooked ever since. I'm more of silly fangirl type who loves seeing people's art they make. Mostly though, I'm a Gaara obsessed weirdo trying to survive the hellscape that is this planet. I will do my best to not shit my random thoughts. <3

I invited Mandi-Cakes to this blog not only because she is very knowledgeable about VHD. She's actually a cool cat who is funny and sweet.

Mandi-Cakes

Birthday month - September

Synopsis - Old, Southern weirdo. Nerd. Otaku. Shitty artist and scribbler of fanfiction. Mother of Cats. Hoarder of Books. Might be Sailor Mercury in disguise.

Favorite activities - art, writing, reading, video games, binge watching anime

All Time Top 3 Anime properties -

Vampire Hunter D (It’s the best, fight me on this…)

Hellsing (almost tied with #1)

Sailor Moon

Rules of this House

Please be respectful above all else. Interacting with other fans is great but let's all do our best to be inclusive. 4

[deans-baby-momma]

The Hunter and The Sheriff - Ch 1

Synopsis: When Dean goes to check on a friend, he never dreamed it would lead to more.

Warnings: language, mature themes, smut, fluff, a tad bit of angst (because I suck at writing it), friends to lovers

Pairing: if the header didn't give it away or the title, it's Dean & Donna, or as I've referred to them all this time, D2. Lol!

A/N: This is canon divergent, maybe? Canon adjacent? I don’t know, but I’m taking a few scenes from the show, but they aren’t going to be in the exact order as they happened in the show.

“I-” Doug pauses as he looks at Donna then to the Winchesters and back to the blonde Sheriff. “-No. Maybe you can live this life, but I can't. I became a cop to help people.

“But vampires? That's-....I'm not…no.”

“I'm sorry I lied to you,” Donna admits, remorsefully. “But I can't give this up.”

“I know, Don. I know. You kill monsters. You're a freaking hero! But that's not me. I'm sorry. I love you but I'm sorry. It's over.”

As Dean comforts Donna after Doug leaves, he knew he needed to prove to her she was worthy and important.

A few days afterwards, Dean dials the sheriff's number to check up on her.

“Heya Dean-o!”

“Hey Donna. How're you holding up?”

“Oh ya. Just fine. You betcha,” she answers in that Minnesotan accent that Dean likes so much.

But he also hears the grief and despair she is trying to hide with her cheerful tone.

“How's work?”

“Hmm, quiet ya know. Nothing much ever happens in Hastings.”

“Now Sheriff,” Dean says as slowly and quietly steps inside. “You wouldn't be lying would you?”

As Dean makes his way through the building, he studies which way to go. A noise catches his attention and he turns toward it, silently approaching a room at the other end.

“No. I'm as right as rain,” Donna tells him as she stuffs another chip into her mouth.

“Are you sure you're not laying in bed, eating away your grief?” Dean asks as he steps around the doorway and meets the Sheriff's wide eyes.

Donna stares at her trespasser, his phone still held to his ear and standing not even 5 feet away.

“What are….how did you get in here?”

Dean takes the phone from his ear and ends the calls, chuckling. “You know, for a Sheriff, your security is shit. I picked the lock like it was nothing.”

“Don't get many intruders here,” Donna informs as she sits up and tries to brush the crumbs off her clothing and bed sheets. “What're you doing here?”

“Came to check on you. Went by the station. Doug is gone, transferred. And they tell me the good Sheriff hasn't been in in a few days. Wanna tell me what's up?”

“I know,” Donna admits, wistfully. “I just haven't come up with a story to tell people why Doug left. Everyone knew we were together and then he up and leaves… makes people talk.”

Dean nods in understanding. “And you just can't tell them the monsters scared him off, huh? Monsters don't exist.”

“Right.”

“D, you know….hiding away isn't the answer.”

“I know but….”

“But nothing. You gotta get out there and get back on the horse. Doug left, not you. He wasn't man enough to handle you.”

“He handled me just fine,” Donna states with a bit of authority. “He was great until he found out the truth.”

“No. He was a pussy who ran as soon as he realized life isn't all it's cracked up to be. If he was really into you, he'd found a way to deal.”

“Oh yea? And where are the ones who love you, Mr. Know it all? Huh?”

“Sweetheart, no one loves me. I made peace with that fact a long time ago.”

“That's not true,” Donna disagrees. “Sam loves you. Jody does. Hell, I love you Deanie-poo.”

“That's different Donna,” Dean says as he pushes off the door frame and enters her bedroom. “That's familial. We might not be actual family but a wise man once told me ‘Family don't end in blood but it doesn't start there either. Us hunters….we're all family.”

Donna smiles sadly at the man that is now perched on the edge of her bed, his jean-clad thigh barely touching hers through the blankets.

“That's depressing,” she tells him. “Sure family is supposed to stick together but people should have more support other than that. ‘t's what I thought I had with Doug.”

“You'll get it again Don. Some handsome stranger is going to come through town and sweep you off your feet. Hopefully, he's a hunter or at least more open-minded than Doug.

“Now get your sweet ass out of this bed and get dressed. I'm taking you out.“

“Yes sir!” Donna says giggling and whips the blankets from her body. Dean chuckles when he sees the pink fuzzy pajama pants she's wearing when she stands up.

“You're such a girl!”

“You betcha?” Donna retorts as she heads to the bathroom.

Dean and Donna end up at “Forks”, a bar that reminds the older man of Harvelle's Roadhouse.

Man, he misses Ellen and Jo; hell he even misses Ash, weird ass fucker that was a whiz at research.

He drinks his beer as Donna speaks to the locals, thinking about the Harvelle women.

Ellen treated him like a son, even though John was the reason she was a widow. She looked after him and Sam as if they were her own.

And Jo. Oh Jo! If she had survived, he's sure they would've taken a tumble or two in the sheets. She was sexy and flirty, but she was also young. If she'd have lived to be a couple years older? Dean knows he would've faltered to her seductions.

The drinks kept coming and Dean and Donna kept emptying them. Beer turned to shots, shots turned to whiskey and the next thing Dean knew, he was in the backseat of Baby in the bar's empty parking lot with Donna riding his dick, hard and fast.

He was too drunk and horny to care that this was his friend, this was a woman who was on the tail end of a break-up. He didn't give two shits that he was just a rebound.

No, all he cared about was the hot, wet, tight cunt sliding along his member as filth was filling his ears.

“Your dick feels so good. Fills me perfectly. I'm so full,” Donna says. “God, if I'd known the monster you were packing in your fake fed suit all those years ago, I would've given you more than just donuts”

Dean grunts as his fingers squeeze her pistoning hips tighter.

“That's right. Mark me baby. Show me I'm yours. Oh h-e-double hockey sticks! I'm cumming. Oh god! Oh god! Ohhhhhh goooooooooddddd”

Donna climax spurs Dean’s and he feels his seed shoot out of him, splashing against her spasming walls.

“Ssssshit, I hope you're on the p-p-pill,” he stutters and Donna giggles into his neck.

“Got an IUD. We're safe.”

The ride back to Donna’s is quiet except for the roar of Baby’s engine. Neither Dean nor Donna knew what to say.

The effects of the alcohol had worn off pretty quickly after their activities and the acknowledgement of what they’d done was shocking, although both participants were internally and physically satisfied.

As he pulled up to Donna’s home, Dean was secretly confused what to do next. Did he just leave? Does he join her inside and listen to her regret their actions?

Before he could get too far into how he thought the conversation would go, Donna speaks up.

“You staying the night or is Sam expecting you back in Lebanon?”

“I-I can s-stay, if you want,” he stutters. He laments the effect that the gorgeous Sheriff has on him. He is usually calm, cool and collected after a quick romp in the back seat but Donna has him feeling clumsy and awkward.

“I’d like that,” she smiles as she opens the door and steps out. Dean mirrors her and they walk to the front door together.

He closes the door and locks it then turns to watch Donna walk through the house, checking on things. He stays in his spot at the front door and is still standing there, playing with his keys, when she returns from the kitchen, two bottles of water in her hands.

“Why are you acting all shy and timid now?” she says. “Didn’t you just pick the lock and break into my house not even six hours ago?”

“Y-yea,” Dean answers, squeezing his eyes shut at the obvious stutter. “We should talk.”

He finally steps toward the living room, taking a seat on the end of her sofa. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Donna looks at him wide-eyed as she joins him on the furniture.

“I took advantage-” he begins and is interrupted by a tsk-ing sound from the Sheriff.

“If anyone took advantage,” she says as she sits her unopened water on the coffee table. “It was me. I know you care about me. You wouldn’t have driven eight hours to check up on me if you didn’t. Dean, as much as I appreciate that and your friendship-”

Dean closes his eyes as he prepares to hear the ‘it shouldn’t have happened. We are friends and this could ruin that dynamic. Let’s just forget it ever happened. I’m still in love with Doug’ dialogue.

“But dang if I don’t give a flying poop! That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Dean’s eyes pop open and he looks over at Donna to see the Cheshire smile on her face.

“W-what?”

“Did I screw you senseless?” Donna giggles. “Is your hearing going, old man? I said it was the best…… sex……. of…. my…. life! And honestly, I wouldn’t mind if it happened a few more times.”

“Are you kidding me?” Dean says, flabbergasted. “You’re joking right now aren’t you?”

Donna sits up and takes Dean’s hand in hers. “Dean Winchester, have I ever lied to you? I’ve been attracted to you since you made a mess of sugar in the patrol room years ago. I just never thought you saw me the same way.”

“How could I not?” Dean says, truthfully. “Don, you are gorgeous and sexy and your hunting skills are phenomenal. I admire you. The way you took to finding out that monsters exist and then determined to help rid the world of them. And, if I’m being honest, I never saw a single fucking reason you needed to go to that spa. I like your curves and figure. A little extra cushion for the pushin’ isn’t a bad thing, ya know.”

This time it was Dean’s turn to smile like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Donna’s face was blushing and she fanned herself dramatically. Dean reached out and took her other hand in his.

“Also, who knew the demure, coy Sheriff of such a small town had the mouth to make a sailor blush? Donna, you dirty, dirty girl.”

The Sheriff giggled and tried to hide her face in her shoulder.

“It’s mostly just when I’ve been drinking. Doug #1 didn’t care for it and Doug #2 said it was alright but I think he just went along with it because he was getting laid, after all.”

“Well I loved it,” Dean tells her and pulls her closer to him. “Do you like hearing it? Did either Doug or any other lover you’ve had ever talk dirty to you?”

“Not really, no.” Donna shakes her head, her hair swaying with the movement.

“That’s just sad,” Dean whispers as he pushes her hair behind her ear and leans forward. “Because let me tell you, that little pussy you got? Damn, it’s good. Tight, wet, hot. Had my heart beating out of my chest.”

“Dean!” Donna yelps and hides her face in his neck.

Dean laughs and kisses along her jawline and down her neck to where it meets her shoulder.

Donna steps out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair and one covering her body. She eyes Dean sleeping soundly in her bed and sighs.

After their tryst in his car and coming back to her house, they’d let things take a natural course and ended up having sex again, in her bed.

The Sheriff found out that Dean Winchester is a master at going down on women. The things he did with his tongue were sinful and should be criminal. Donna actually climaxed on his tongue twice.

Then when he finally fucked her, he fucked her. There was now an indention in the sheetrock behind her headboard from the constant thumping. Good thing she didn’t have neighbors right next door or there might’ve been a noise disturbance call made.

She shook her head slightly as she felt her lower region clenching at the memory.

After their romp, they laid in bed and discussed what was going on between them now and how it would affect their work relationship.

Donna would continue being the sheriff of Hastings with the side job of keeping the supernatural element at bay while Dean would head back to Kansas to carry on hunting with Sam.

When they could get away, they would get together to spend time with one another…..and fuck like wild animals; Donna’s words but Dean had vigorously agreed.

Not feeling self-conscious anymore, she dropped the towel from her body after drying off and walked across the room in her birthday suit to find some clothes to put on.

“Damn, what a sight to wake up to,” Dean’s hoarse voice fills the room.

Donna giggles as she pulls the underwear up her legs. “Good morning handsome. Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” Dean says as he sits up. The sheet that was covering him slides down, revealing his completely naked body and Donna’s eyes widen.

‘He has a fucking third leg,’ she thinks to herself. ‘And it was inside me! Oh geez. Is it getting hot in here?'

Dean chuckles at her reaction and wraps his hand around his flaccid cock. “Like what you see sweetheart?”

Donna giggles and nods her head. “I just can’t believe that fit in-” she says as she motions across her panty covered lower half.

Dean laughs and looks at her. Donna is standing there in a pair of boyshorts, her voluptuous tits heaving with her breath and her perky pink nipples hardened in the cool air of the room….or maybe it’s from her being turned on. He wasn’t sure.

Donna watches as his eyes travel along her body, stopping at her chest. “Do YOU like what you see baby?”

“Hell yes,” Dean responds and then sighs. “If you don’t hurry and get dressed, as much as I don’t want you to, you’ll never make your shift on time and I have to head back to the bunker.”

They both sigh as his words ring true.

After their romp last night, they lay in bed and discussed what was between them. Now, in the early hours of the morning, they were going to have to put those plans to work.

Donna would continue being the sheriff of Hastings with the side job of keeping the supernatural element at bay while Dean heads back to Kansas to keep the family business afloat.

When they could, they would get together to spend time with one another…..and fuck like wild animals; Donna’s words but Dean vigorously agreed

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

Welcome to my hoard

Please feel free to send any of your thoughts, headcanons, little scenarios, or your favorite comic book moments! We can talk about literally anything! My inbox is always open. You may send requests as well!

I'm pretty busy, so I might take a while to answer. However, I try to answer all of my messages and requests.

The fandoms/characters I write for:

Vampire hunter D

Alucard (Castlevania)

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

Genshin Impact

Devil May Cry

Baldur's Gate III

Things that I write:

Fluff

Romance

Smut (nothing too icky tho)

Link to my Masterlist

Link to my Prompt List

[gay-tomcat]

Blog Info

Hello, this is my page for fanfiction. This blog does contain NSFW, if you are uncomfortable with that then I perfectly understand. However it is NOT proship friendly. I find the modern proship space to be uncomfortable and I do not wish for those of it to interact here.

I write for Twisted Wonderland exclusively at the moment. However some of my favorite series are Batman (Though mainly my OC's for it), Star Wars, Vampire Hunter D, Black Butler, and Metal Gear Solid. I don't write fanfic for these pieces of media but I'm always open to discuss them. I plan on getting into media such as Abara, Berserk, And The Girl from the Other Side.

Request Info! Requests are OPEN

This is probably the part you're most interested in. I accept requests in my ask box, as you'd expect typically. I write Fluff, Angst (though I'm bad at it), Comfort, Smut, and More

I will NOT write anything pertaining to incest or pedophilia though. I will also not write any romance regarding Ortho Shroud or Teachers and Student characters. Teachers x Yuu or OC's is a different issue that is negotiable.

However everything else is on the table, if you have specific requests regarding smut then feel free to ask for and explain them in your ask. On top of that, self shipping, OC or Yuu's are all allowed ofc.

Ask Box

If you like my writing please let me know, or if you think I'm writing something OOC please let me know as well. My ask box is always open. It's also not open for only requests, you can ask me things about media to discuss or whatever else you'd like.

However please refrain from discussing Book 7 or JP spoilers as I'm currently still grinding through it. The only thing regarding JP I'm open to discuss is event dates and cards coming to EN.

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[penny00dreadful]

Well hi!

I'm a Steddie writer and artist, maybe with a few hints of Buckingham thrown in, that's primarily what you will find here.

I've been writing since the trenches of fanfiction.net.

My personal headcanon for these boys is they're kicking names and taking ass and they're all out of milk.

Artworks, podfics and translations welcome, just let me know cus I wanna see! 😊

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Blood of the Covenant (AO3) - Eddie is an evil vampire for a little bit.

First Impressions (AO3) - Pride and Prejudice AU

Somebody To Love (Tumblr/AO3/Podfic) - Personal Assistant Steve/Rockstar Eddie

Return of The King (Tumblr/AO3) - Steddie Vampire AU with a twist!

Comeuppance (Tumblr/AO3) - Dustin tries to parent-trap Stancy. It does not go according to plan.

Fettuccini (smut) (Tumblr/AO3) - Steve tells Eddie he's not allowed to cum for the entire month of November.

And They Were Roommates! - (Tumblr/AO3/Fic Art) - Enemies to lovers roomates AU

Cat and Mouse (Tumblr/AO3) - Rookie Mistake prequel fic. Spy AU, enemies to lovers, getting together.

Folie à Deux - (Tumblr/AO3) - Body Swap Fic

The Mummy - (Tumblr/AO3) - The Mummy AU

Royal Pain - (Tumblr/AO3) - Royal AU

Safety (Tumblr/AO3/Podfic)- Robin is being followed and jumps into a group of metalheads to try and find safety.

Dish the Dish, Bish! (Tumblr)- Steve and Robin communicate badly about their respective crushes.

Crossroads (Tumblr/AO3)- Reincarnation AU. Beautiful cover art by @subbaculture

Like Ice (Tumblr) - Devil Wears Prada AU

To Find A Family - (Tumblr/AO3) - Anastasia AU

Before He Cheats - (Tumblr/AO3) - Eddie finds out his partner has been cheating on him when some guy named Steve calls.

The Parting Glass - (Tumblr/AO3) - Eddie is in mourning and moves back to Hawkins

Pink is My Signature Colour - (Tumblr) - Buckingham Legally Blonde AU

I'll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife - (Tumblr/AO3) - Songfic based off Take Me To Church

Love Is What Makes You Brave - (Tumblr/AO3) - Eddie found out Steve is getting married and is now idling in the church parking lot.

Rookie Mistake - (Tumblr/AO3) - Spies AU. Kidnapping. Murder husbands.

Hawkins Haunted House (AO3) - Steve gets roped into being a scare actor by Robin.

Family Commitments (AO3) - Eddie and Robin crash a family wedding Steve has to go to.

37 Years To The Day (Tumblr/AO3) - Steddie Time Travel

Passing Grade (Tumblr/AO3) - Teacher/Student Roleplay Smut

Santa Baby (Tumblr/AO3) - Santa Steve

Please Don't Tell Steve!

Steddie First Kiss Writing Game

High Bitch King Steve

Friends Roasting Friends On Live

Fat Bottomed Girls

#penny ficlet

"Hey! That's mine!"

Drunk Talk

Star

"I can explain!"

Missed Mistletoe

Waking Up

Chill/Give In

I Couldn't Lose You

Falling Star

#stwgdailyprompt

Through The Valley - (Tumblr/AO3)- Post-Apocalypse AU

#wip excerpts

The Princess Bride Art

Twilight AU Art

Times Like These Art

Valentines Day Art

Pin Up Steve

D&D AU

Selkie Steddie

Buckingham Art

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

Sub Eddie Week

Je Ne Regrette Rien Fanart

I Want To Hold Your Hand Fanart

Mer-Eddie

Pride Art

Corroded Coffin Album Art (nsfw)

Jock Eddie and Punk Steve

Sex Drugs and A Haunted House Art

It's Only Forever Art

Wild Child Art

Ahoy Big Boy

Mistletoe Kiss

Steddie Holiday Drabbles

Kneel

#penny art

[irritablepoe]

A Ship For The Two Of Us (Bram x Lovecraft)

FIRST OF ALL: this fic was inspired by @lee-apolla's fanart (link1; link2 link3) (you inspired me fr)

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Behold, i did it!!! :D

fyi this fic will contain horror elements; there's only implied smut y'all, and otherwise some very sweet devouring humans together (i think this counts as fluff for them lmao). Also i made both of them more "alive" and talkative, so maybe it's kinda ooc? but honestly i think it could be in-character, considering that this is pre-canon and they're both free from responsiblities or even a sword or a stake in their torso lmao (this could be kinda canon-compliant too tbh, idk how old bram and lovecraft really are or how much time there is between bram becoming a vampire and his beheading). I used they/them pronouns for lovecraft

some more cw:

blood (so much blood);

lovecraft-typical body horror ig;

corpses and implied eating of them (is this cannibalism if lovecraft isn't human???)

Enjoy! :3

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Bram licked over his teeth. It would barely make a difference. His body was covered in blood anyway; his clothes dripping wet with the delicious liquid. Most of it now filled Bram, making him all warm and dizzy. He looked around himself. It was ironic that the corpses to his feet were the only thing that could make him feel alive. They made up most of the floor and there was barely room to place your feet.

He breathed deeply. Not one minute ago the air had been filled by screams of agony. Now it was silent and Bram chose to thoroughly enjoy it. The only sound that reached his ears was the creaking of soaked wood from the ship; just like the slowly calming waves against the hull.

A dangerous smile split his lips as he heard something else. A slow thud against the ship that caused it to waver. Water foamed at the edges and threatened to wash over the deck. It sounded like a polite knock. Like someone was asking to be let in.

Bram waited until the thudding calmed down and then made his way to the railing. He looked into the dark water and saw a shadow floating right beneath the surface.

“Do not be so timid, I do bite but I’m sure it’ll do you no long-term harm.”, he spoke.

The surface broke and a purple mass ascended from the depths of the ocean. Slowly, it warped into a body, a face, arms and legs, and at last hands and feet. A human form for something that was the farthest thing from anything human.

Bram wasn’t scared. He was intrigued. Had been for some time, in fact.

He himself was not human. Of course, he looked close to one but this made him into an even more dangerous hunter among lowly mortals. Hid him from suspicion. While it didn’t bother him most of the time, it amused him now that Lovecraft stood in front of him.

That they met each other seemed to him a lucky coincidence. It wasn’t rare that one met another ability user these days. The world was so much more connected now that telegraphs and so many ships that cross the ocean exist. But Lovecraft was different. They seemed so alien, so different from anything that Bram had ever seen before. And he had seen a lot. He was old. Lovecraft, though, seemed even older.

“Good evening.”, a deep voice cut through the dark.

“Indeed, it is a pleasant night, my dearest.”, Bram said, straightening his back. His gaze wandered to the useless corpses and pride filled his being.

Lovecraft followed his glance and squinted. “They’re all dead?”

“Quite right. Due to your irregular visits, I chose to enjoy myself. I hope you’ll excuse me for not keeping one of them alive for you for I didn't know you would show up.”

Lovecraft licked their lips. “I don’t need them to be alive.”

Bram let out a small laugh. “Well, in that case I’ve prepared you an entire feast!”

They looked at Bram like they were dying of starvation. The need, the pure desperation, in their eyes sent a shock through Bram’s core. “Would you mind if I ate first?”

He let out a shaky breath. “Quite the opposite.”

He chose to turn around. Just once he had caught a glimpse of Lovecraft eating their enemies and that had been the moment Bram realized, who he was dealing with. It had almost broken his mind when he saw the mouth that hadn’t been a mouth, with teeth that had been beyond what anyone would call teeth. To this day he was shaking from this experience - if of terror or something else he didn't know. But it was enough for five or even more lifetimes. He would see soon enough though for he was immortal.

Lovecraft ate silently. If you could even call it that. Devouring was the closest word that Bram knew of that could describe what exactly they were doing.

Bram watched the moon as it revealed itself through the thick storm clouds bit by bit. The gaps in them eventually showed stars shining alongside the moon, trying to imitate it. Bram loved the darkness, though he couldn’t bring himself to hate the pale light that caressed his face. Sometimes he wished he could drink the moonlight. Fill it into a bottle and let it cool his sore throat when he was thirsty. Maybe it would cure his everlasting exhaustion and melancholy when he wasn’t freshly filled by blood.

He had been so lost in thought that he startled when long arms wrapped around his torso. Shortly after, a face snuggled into his back, an even longer tongue licked at his nape.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my darling?”, Bram asked.

“A bit too much. You already did a great job emptying them of their blood. Didn’t make much of a mess.”, Lovecraft said.

“I’m happy to be of service.”

“You’re so kind to me.”

He quirked up his eyebrows. “Oh?”

Lovecraft placed a kiss on his neck. “Yes.”

“I do not think even the politest gentleman would ever describe me as ‘kind’. I fear you’re wildly misinformed.”

“Misinformed or proven otherwise?”

“Ah, I see. Well, I have to say that gentlemen normally wouldn’t appreciate a meal made of raw human flesh. In that case, I’ll take my words back and say that you, my dear, have the most compatible needs to my providing abilities.”

“I like that word. Compatible.”

Bram took Lovecraft’s unusual long hands into his own and leaned back. He wanted to be closer to the non-human. So unbearably closer. “I like it, too.”

A while they enjoyed the shared silence. Every now and then Lovecraft kissed his face, his temples, his neck – whatever they could reach. Bram turned his face to receive the long-awaited kisses more eagerly.

“You reek of blood.”, they said eventually.

“Is that a problem?”

“No.” Lovecraft smiled crookedly. “But I still wish to fix something about your clothes.”

“We have the ship all to ourselves. Though I fear we will sink soon, if we don’t do something about the… lack of staff.”

“I’ll bring you to shore as soon as we’re done here.”

“Is that a promise or a threat? Or perhaps a smug deal you’re offering?”, Bram asked and smiled.

“More of a hopeful suggestion.”

“I love you.”, Bram said and felt in his heart a swell of emotions, that maybe this world wasn’t as doomed and boring as he had thought. Just because Lovecraft was in it. He laughed quietly at himself. He really was in love and he wished to continue to love. They both had all the time in the world. They had no rush. He had become a vampire, but only now did he realize that this didn’t mean the end of his life and capability to feel.

“I love you, too.”

“Take me wherever and however you like and I’ll happily obey.”, Bram answered, excitement rushing through his veins.

“Gladly.”

Lovecraft tightened their embrace and took him into their arms.

Bram let out a hearty laugh. “Carrying me over the threshold of the cabins like a bride, are you?”

“Yes. You’re mine after all. And I want you to have a comfortable bed.”

Bram hummed happily.

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i'll just tag some of y'all bc you seemed interested/asked me to tag you: @vestaldestroyer @daz4i @ice-devourer - i hope this is good hehe :3

will post it to ao3 too (link)

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if i wrote a fluffy smut piece for vampire hunter d, would anyone read it 🤔