#vampire king!reader

[the-whispers-of-death]

Vampireking!reader: I am the most powerful Vampire King the world has ever seen. I command legions of dark creatures. I have defeated many vampiric sovereignty, and none of them could even come close to my level! I have been on this earth for over thousands of years! I am not a Vampire king, I am the Vampire king!

Kali: Baby, do you want mashed potatoes or lasagna for dinner

Stone: Sweetheart, do you need me to pick you up some blood bags?

Vampireking!reader: *giggling and smitten like a schoolgirl* 🤭

I like to think that Kali is the more dominant one in this polycule, simply because it's so Kali to just take the lead. He asks you what you want for dinner, giving you a choice between two options, and you just melt at the authority that man wields. Sure, you're a vampire king, but it's Kali. He's gentle, but he's stern. He gets his way but he doesn't neglect your own needs.

Stone is such a people pleaser. Okay yes, he won't let you drink from him, but he'll fret over you. Let him give you blood bags from the base hospital so you don't accidentally run out of your own supply. He follows your lead.

The polycule is nice in that respect, you can be led or you can be followed. All that matters is which one you seek out for that specific need.

[wendigo-volturi]

Y/n: *sneaks into the castle at 2am*

Marcus: *turns in a chair* care to tell me where you were?

Y/n: I was with… Uh......A....Aro!

Aro: *also turns in a chair* Care to- *keeps spinning* Marcus I can’t stop the chair.

[kumakooo]

Just finished reading Dc vs Vampires hehehe

NSFW ver. Here

[smileyoongle]

Pairing- VampireKing!Jungkook × Human!Reader

Genre- Arranged Marriage AU (Sort of?), Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU

Summary- Jeon Jungkook was known to be a tyrant, destroying anything and everything to get what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.

Warnings- Mentions of blood, gore and murder scenes, eventual smut, JK is definitely a hard dom and mad possessive, vampire bites and blood sucking.

A/N- Even though I have tagged the people who asked to be tagged, there will be no taglist for this series from here on. I only tagged you guys to sort of let you know this series has started. It's a big struggle to keep all those usernames up to date so you might wanna turn on the notifs :)

Please find the introduction to the world of Amour Mort here!

You ran through the forest, tears in your eyes making it difficult to see the path ahead, but you could tell you were venturing deeper into the more dangerous side. At the back of your mind, you were very aware that you shouldn’t be here past midnight, and that if someone found you breaking curfew, you would probably be executed by the throne, thinking you were some sort of rebel revolting in the recent uprisings. But all of that paled in comparison to the despair gnawing at your soul.

The branches clawed at your skin, leaving angry red marks, but you didn’t slow down, only realizing you had come here barefoot when tiny stones began hurting the bottom of your feet. You were being chased—not by a person, but by your own thoughts and the relentless ache in your chest. Your father’s words would not stop playing in your mind, your palms pressing against your ears as you closed your eyes in an attempt to silence his voice.

"You're nothing but a burden to me. I wish you had never been born!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain seared through your right foot, sending you stumbling and falling to the ground with all the air being knocked out of your lungs. You winced, letting out a whimper as you managed to look back, gasping at the bear trap that had clamped around your foot. Its teeth dug into your flesh, and blood pooled on the dead leaves beneath you.

“No…” you cried out, sobbing at your misfortune, the pain from your wound shooting through your leg in waves. A thought came to you: maybe this is how you die, completely alone and unloved, with no one to care that you weren’t at home right now.

‘That’s not true! Lila cares…’

Your mind screamed at you, your sister’s pretty face popping into your head. Well, this was true; your sister did care about you. But really, there was only so much she could do when your father did not even acknowledge you as his daughter. You still remembered the party where a guest mistook you for a maiden working in the mansion. It had truly hurt you, but there was nothing you could say, not when that is probably what your father wanted the world to think. A part of you thinks he hates you because your mother died just five days after you were born, but how could you, a mere baby, be at fault for that?

Gathering all your energy, you began to drag yourself to a tree nearby, wincing and whimpering with every wave of pain that washed over you. You could even feel the burn on the skin of your forearms where it rubbed against the rocky and muddy ground, convinced that the sleeve of your dress was beginning to tear. Were you even going to make it back home? Did you even want to make it back home?

Upon reaching the giant tree, you pushed yourself up, managing to rest your back against the trunk, finally getting a good look at the steel trap wrapped around your foot. Meant for animals, it was likely a tool for the poorer vampires who couldn’t afford human slaves and fed on animal blood instead. It was the one law that favored humans: vampires were forbidden to feed on them freely. But nonetheless, it was always the innocent ones who had to pay the price. The night-walkers were given the gift of strength and brutality that they used against the weak, be it you or an animal.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your breathing growing harsh, and your vision growing blurry. It was the blood loss, and you couldn’t even feel the pain anymore. Either you were getting used to it, or your body had started focusing on the fact that you were dying instead. Whatever was happening, it was not good, and you had no idea how to help yourself.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not at this time.” A voice broke through the darkness, making you jump in surprise, your eyes immediately landing on a man’s silhouette standing just a few steps away from you. Your heart hammered in your chest, and, swallowing thickly, you pressed yourself further against the tree, hoping that would make you disappear.

Was this someone who was going to turn you in? Maybe the cause of your death was going to be execution and not a bear trap?

Your silence only prompted the man to move closer to you and into the moonlight filtering through the trees, your lips parting as you took in his face. He was truly breathtaking, with black hair that fell across his forehead and eyes that seemed to pierce through the night. There was black ink peeking at you from under the collar of his black shirt on his neck, more patterns emerging from under his rolled-up sleeve right up to his knuckles, making you wonder just how much of his body was tainted like this.

“N-neither should you,” you said bravely, though your voice was small and weak.

He chuckled in response, making you purse your lips as you watched him kneel down beside you, your body subconsciously shifting backward even though there was nowhere to go, every single thought in your mind long gone in the presence of this man.

His eyes slowly moved across your body, taking in your tear-stained cheeks, your tattered dress, and your bloody foot, tutting at the condition of your wound.

“This is why you shouldn’t be here, little human,” he said, your eyes widening as you caught a hint of amusement on his face, your blood running cold at the realization. Your breath was caught in your throat, and you were suddenly very aware of the blood you were soaked in, your eyes nervously flitting between him and your poor foot. If you had to die, you didn’t want to do so at the hands of a vampire. In fact, you couldn’t even imagine the pain that was probably about to suffocate you when he ripped your heart right out of your chest.

“Please don’t kill me,” you begged, staring into his eyes with tears in yours, shaking your head when he smirked and leaned in closer to you. Closing your eyes, you let the tears fall freely and turned your face away from him, his breath fanning your neck and making you whimper.

“You must taste exquisite.” He inhaled deeply, your chest heaving as his words made your heart thump harder in your chest. This has to be it. He was going to drain your body right now, and no one was going to find out ever.

Preparing yourself for the attack, you closed your eyes shut and gripped the skirt of your dress, thinking about your family for the last time before your life was taken from you.

“But I’m not going to do that.” Came his voice, your eyes slowly opening as you glanced over at him, noticing the sudden distance he had put between the two of you. A frown etched on your forehead, your tears drying up on your cheeks as you processed his words. He was not going to hurt you?

“I’m too old to lose control over a bit of blood.” He gestured nonchalantly towards your foot, shocking you at how he thought this was just a bit of blood. You were literally going to pass out soon.

“Wh-why are you here?” you stammered, biting your tongue when his expression hardened, his eyes sending daggers your way and letting you know that you shouldn’t have asked him that. Silence engulfed you both, your eyes failing to look away from him. It was almost as if he was holding you prisoner under his gaze, a flash of guilt disappearing from his dark eyes as soon as it came.

“I had to get away before they caught up to me,” he confessed, a cool breeze ruffling his hair as he stood up and stared down at you, his eyes reading the confusion in yours.

“Who-”

“My sins,” he responded before you could even ask, his thick boots crunching the leaves on the gravelly path as he walked in front of your stretched-out leg and sat down on one knee. A flash of lightning struck through the sky at that very second, as if to show that the heavens had heard his confession too. And when the thunder illuminated his face, you could swear you had seen the very face of evil.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, tilting his head as you swallowed thickly, shaking your head hesitantly. But you knew he didn’t believe you when he let out a small laugh. It sounded bitter to your ears, like he was mocking you for being so weak yet trying to fool him at the same time.

“Well, you should be.” In one quick motion, his hand ripped apart the trap into two pieces, your flesh being freed from the sharp claws that were jammed into it. Dots filled your vision as your lips parted in a silent scream, your chest hurting as if you were having a heart attack, and maybe you were because you felt your body go limp as your eyes rolled back into your head.

Strong arms held you before you could hit the ground, your head suddenly resting against a firm chest as your breath came out all raggedy. You could feel sweat beading on your forehead, your body not having any energy to even let you open your eyes for a second.

“W-why…” you breathed out, your voice a bare whisper in the night. And the next thing you knew, you felt a hand pressing against your lips before a metallic taste filled your mouth. With all the energy left in you, you opened your eyes wide and grabbed the tattooed arm feeding you blood, your attempts at pushing it away failing miserably.

“Sshh, you need this. You need me,” the vampire whispered above you, his chin resting atop your head as he ran his free hand through your hair. Knowing that you couldn’t fight him off, not like this, you gave up and swallowed the disgusting liquid that made your body feel warm all of a sudden. You could hear your heart pumping and your breathing steadying as the blood worked its way into your system, your senses sharpening, and your strength slowly returning.

After what felt like an eternity, he pulled his arm away, and you let out a string of coughs, gasping for air while the awful taste lingered on your tongue. It was truly ironic how the blood of someone dead could heal a living being. How a killer could give life to someone. And you were sure that this man who had saved your life was a killer too. Why else would he talk about his sins catching up to him?

“What did you do that you had to run away?” you asked as soon as you found your voice, your tired eyes glancing up at the man holding you. His eyes flitted between your eyes and your lips, sending shivers down your spine when he brought up his thumb and rubbed away some blood from the corner of your mouth.

“What’s your name?” He avoided your question smoothly, pretending you hadn’t spoken a word to him. Frowning, you thought about it for a moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to tell him who you were. But at the same time, you weren’t a very valuable human. There was really nothing he could want from you that would make him hunt you down.

“Y/N,” you said, averting your gaze to your foot, which was now void of any wounds. Your skin looked completely smooth and untouched except for the dried blood staining it, leaving you staring in awe.

“Well, Y/N,” he started, regaining your attention, “you’re gonna find out tomorrow.”

You frowned at his words, wondering if this implied that he was going to see you tomorrow to tell you what sin he had committed. Too lost in your head to notice that he had stood up, you saw him offer his hand to you. Your fingers hesitantly took hold of his cold ones. With ease, he pulled you up as you slightly lifted your dress and examined your foot, pleased with the fact that there was absolutely no pain anymore.

“This is-” You turned to glance at the man, only to be met with darkness. The vampire was gone, the forest was silent, and you were alone once again.

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[macaronijail06]

Killing Moon

[mobbu-min]

hmmmm… i want to watch nosferatu and have malleus on the brain…

(tw possible yan mal? blood and death, not reader tho)

Vampire Malleus that sees you trembling through the ruins outside his territory. A shaky hand holding onto a heavy flashlight and the other wrapped tightly around your midriff. A pathetic form of protection, he muses.

Mortals tend to steer clear from his area. He wasn’t even sure when was the last time he saw one. Surely by your indecent way of dress, it's been quite a long time. Ah, how time flies when you're a creature of the night.

Vampire Malleus that follows you throughout the night. Always stepping out of sight everytime you squeak and flash your light in his direction. He could see the tiny tears pricking at your glossy eyes. Throughout his years, he’s seen fear plastered across the face of many and yet, something about yours has his dead heart thrumming in his cold chest. Maybe it’s your eyes, big and shaky, or your trembling lips that squeaks like a little mouse. Or perhaps, it's because you're just so pathetically human that it lights up his curiosity.

Faintly he could hear the sounds of other humans approaching the area. And suddenly, your fear has disappeared into relief. And Malleus’ serene smile twitches. His fun is over and soon you’ll disappear beyond his reach. It can’t be helped, Malleus sighs. For as fleeting as you were, you sure were entertaining.

And yet as your voice met your friends and you turned to face them, your foot slipped and you came tumbling down. Yelping as jagged rock embedded itself into your palms and exposed knees. You hissed in pain as you examined the blood that began to leak out your poor cuts, dripping and collecting into a puddle down below.

And just like that the smell of your blood has awoken the beast.

The moment your friends made it up the hill they fell down wordlessly. It didn’t even click in your brain what had happened. Eyes couldn’t even follow the large black blurr that seemingly flew down from the sky and picked off your friends one by one. Leaving them not a second for them to scream, not a second for them to feel an ounce of fear.

Shakely you called out for them. No response came, just the sway of the wind. Fear mounted you to your spot. You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything and the smell of blood, thick and metallic clung to your nose.

And that smell only became more apparent as a pair of sharp slender pale hands reached for you from the darkness. Twisting your head from the lifeless bodies of your friends to the glowing red eyes of a beast. Domineering, lustful. The beast gazed down at you with such ferocity, you were sure you were about to pass. Those hands, stained with the blood of your friends, trailed down to your bloodied hand and lifted it up to its mouth.

A forked tongue slithered from its mouth and slid across your open wound. And just like that, its eyes rolled back and closed, and it visibly shivered. Disgust thick with fear coated your throat at its reaction and your body fought to move. And yet, it’s hold on your wrist turned harsh, knife-like nails digging into the delicate skin of your wrist and you stilled.

Its eyes opened into narrowed slits. Lips parting into a pleased smirk, allowing you to see its long, sharp teeth. And with a voice, deep and smooth and seemingly human, it purred.

“What an interesting find…”

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

In A Moonlit Garden

AKA A Blood Bag side story (The DC vs Vampires AU) It didn't really fit within the flow of the main story, but the night where it all became too much, weeks before the fated ball, you tried to run. You didn't get very far. ~2k words

There's a weight on your back. It's heavy. Unyielding. Pushing you down. Down. Down. Something sharp rests at the base of your throat. It threatens to puncture your skin. You can't see it– you can't see anything really, but you know you're in danger. It presses you down harder, suffocates you with terror and it's steady pressure. The sharpness at the base of your throat pricks at you harder, nearly breaking into your flesh. 

Then there's nothing. You turn, you shouldn't, but you do. You turn and there's nothing there at all. You turn again. You can't stop yourself from doing it, a prisoner in your own body, even if you know what's coming.  

And then there's pain. Blinding pain in your chest that steals all the air in your lungs. You shouldn't look down, but you do. A familiar gloved hand holds your beating heart in its grasp, thrust out of your chest. It pounds once. It pounds twice. And then it goes still. 

A gasp leaves your lips as you're startled awake. It's the same dream. The same one that's been haunting you for weeks, ever since you saw what happens to Blood Bags that don't follow orders. The shocked face of the unfortunate, doomed Blood Bag is still seared into your mind, The Vampire King's gleeful laugh still rings in your ears, but it's never his hand that snaps you awake from your haunting nightmares.

You push yourself off the bed, groggy, exhausted, still drained and weak from the last time Jason– no, Red Hood fed on you. It's almost morning. Or maybe it's just past sunset. It's hard to tell. You've been sleeping a lot, locking yourself away in your room for a false sense of safety in this forsaken crypt. 

The sun isn't visible over the horizon, but streaks of orange and pink still linger in the sky. It's beautiful, too beautiful for the horrid world it's gracing. If you had any tears left to cry over it, maybe you would. But you're tired of mourning the end of the world, tired of the sting of betrayal that comes every time The General is in your presence. 

You have nothing, no one, besides memories now, and even those are fleeting when your nightmares hang heavy over your waking and sleeping hours. You linger by the window, eyes locked on the colors and light that paint the clouds. They're all that seem familiar, sometimes. 

Your room, even with its views of the well tended gardens and ever changing skies, does nothing to help you forget that you're a prisoner. No matter how soft your sheets are, no matter how fancy the clothes they dress you in are, no matter how high above everything your balcony seats you– it is all just part of a play. Set pieces that come and go at The Vampire King's whim, and, if he sees fit, Red Hood's. 

The thought only makes you more miserable. Jason– Red Hood. Red Hood hasn't said a word to you since you were taken to the fortress. He only comes to your room to feed, and only sees you outside of it on the rare occasion he drags you to a ball or festivity at court. 

It's all just so suffocating. You miss talking to him people. You miss wearing whatever you wanted to and going wherever you felt like. You don't have that in this death-filled castle. You don't have a thing but the few measly privileges that belonging to Red Hood offers you. 

The sky starts to darken. Sunset. It means the halls will fill with laughter and music and the sharp, rotting smell of blood. It makes your chin wobble. Even your room– furthest from the ground, stowed away in a wing where no one dares to go without permission– cannot keep the sounds and smells at bay. 

You want to scream. To tear everything apart. To climb up on the railings and stones of the fortress and wail as the sky fades from clear blue to shimmering stars against black. But you can do none of this. It would only lead to some form of punishment, after all. 

Your skin starts to itch at the thought. The bites that litter your skin suddenly feel all too fresh and raw. You don't think, just turn from your window and start to run. You don't have a plan, you just need to go.

Another second in this hell, another moment faking smiles and watching sharp nails split open warm wrists, you just can't take it. You run, run until your heart is in your throat and dirt and grass push between your toes.

The garden. The only place that seems to have any solace for you. But it's not right. It's too dark and the last of the sun is disappearing behind the cold, stone wall. You can't let that happen. You need its light, need it to keep away the monsters that creep in the dark.

You know that it doesn't make sense, that your thoughts are frayed and scrambled and far too stressed to be rational, but you just need a break from it all. One more moment in the sun.

You dart for the wall. Maybe if you climb high enough you'll never lose the light. Maybe if you're fast enough, you can chase the sunbeams forever, always out of reach of the night.

And then fingers curl around your wrist, and you're pulled to a stop, mere feet away from the garden wall. The last of the twilight fades, and the moon takes its place, its once soothing light now eerie among the flowers and bushes. 

You whirl around, you don't know who– or what you want it to be. But it's Red Hood. (It's always him) He doesn't say a word– he never does anymore– he just stares at you, almost bored, from under the crimson hood that used to actually mean something. His eyes glow unnaturally as he tightens and loosens his hold on your wrist, as if he's debating what to do. 

It's silent except for the sound of your breathing. And your hopelessness– your desire to just be free– melts into anger. "Let me go," you snap, tugging your wrist from his grasp. 

He lets you go without a fight, eyes sharp and calculating as he watches you. His gaze makes you feel like a cornered animal, and maybe that's all you are now. Maybe you are nothing more than a prized Blood Bag to be pranced around like some sort of show dog.

"How could you do this to me," you snap, voice catching and venomous all at once. He doesn't ask for you to elaborate, doesn't even tilt his head to indicate for you to do so. Why would he need to? The scars and fresh puncture wounds that mark up your skin so visibly are enough of an accusation alone.

His lack of words– lack of anything– reignites your fury all over again. Your face wobbles and you step forward, thoughtless, and hit your fist against his chest, "How. Could you. Do this. To me," you ask again, nearly begging for an answer, an explanation for everything that's happened, every horror you've witnessed under The Vampire King's roof.

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even move, just lets you bang your fists against his chest again and again until you feel like they're going to bruise.

"Jason! How could you–" But then he tenses, cuts you off by catching your wrists. There's a flash of something dark behind him. You don't quite get a look at it, too distracted by the way one of his hands grabs at your waist to pull you closer.. He tugs at your clothes, exposing your shoulder to the night. Goosebumps rise over your skin at the cold air. It's all the warning you get before he bites.

Sharp fangs pierce your flesh, pain shoots down your shoulder from where he sinks his fangs. His hands dig into your waist, the back of your head, keeping you still as he drinks. You feel warmth dripping down your skin, small trails of blood pooling into the fabric of your clothes. 

He shudders, and pulls you all the more closer. You want to keep hitting him, want to shout and fight and make him regret ever choosing this for you. But you're tired. So tired again. Your eyes find the pale white light of the moon. It blurs, as Red Hood continues to drink from your life blood. But it's pretty, almost numbing.

You fixate on it, lost to its false light, in the desire to just close your eyes and drift away, you don't register the shadows that seem to close in around you, only kept at bay the threatening, glowing pair of eyes hovering over your skin.

You're The Vampire King's favorite Blood Bag. Not for the same reasons as his favoured general, of course. But because you're so, so stupid. All the answers are right there at your fingertips. Everything you could want is laid out right in front of you, but you're too blind to see it. You tried to run from it instead. Dick could tell you, of course, in honor of the vague friendship you used to share. But that would spoil it all. 

He has to bite back the giggle that wells in his throat as he watches his little brother drink from your veins. He can almost feel the disgust, the self hatred and loathing permeating from him. But you don't pick up a thing. And that is so, so funny! It's the most entertained he's ever been, watching the soap opera that is Red Hood and his Blood Bag.

Dick knows Jason would do anything for you, but watching him corrupt himself from the inside out, seeing him truly become the most capable vampire in his court, all for the cause of keeping you safe? It's sweeter than any blood The Vampire King has ever spilled. And it's all the more delicious that you just. Don't. Know.

You don't know what his general has done. You don't see the mask for what it is. But Dick does. He knows Jason is just playing his part, that he doesn't mean any of it. It's not an issue yet. But The Vampire King hates loose ends. 

Soon enough, though, he's sure his finest general will forget that it's a mask, that the role was never truly real. Red Hood will learn to love what he's become, embrace every malicious bite and deadly scratch he delivers to his foes. Dick will have to use you to do it, of course, but you should be honored to serve a part in his plans.

He watches you both for a moment more, watches the way Red Hood keeps his claws from breaking the skin of your waist (always so careful with you, his general is, even when you've been given completely to him). He listens to the weakening whimpers that escape your throat as Jason licks away the path of blood from your skin, soothes the sting of his bite with his tongue. It's so falsely romantic, and almost sickening if he wasn't partially invested in his brother's love life. 

The Vampire King turns to leave, once your consciousness seems to fail you. He wouldn't want to overindulge in his favorite little comedy, after all, and it's hardly interesting now that you've stopped fighting. 

Besides, he has rebels to execute, parties to throw, punishments to deliver to his more unworthy spawn. He allows himself one last glance, vaguely wondering if his smile is too borderline sadistic when he's supposed to be cheerful. He's pleasantly surprised to meet Jason's gaze, and The Vampire King flicks his gaze down to where you're cradled in his generals arms. 

Dick nods to him, ever impressed at the show Red Hood continues to perform so flawlessly. It's nice, he decides as he walks away and leaves Jason to his own devices, to have someone so capable of delivering exactly what he wants without the need for words.

Entertainment, unfortunately, is so hard to come by once you've taken over the world, and you and Red Hood really are the most interesting toys he has. 

[valentine-cafe]

ok the neck kisses ask with aristaios has awakened something in me- pleaseee please god I want that man to fuck me breathless 😭 im sure he'd be so sweet and take care of you while doing you so good that you cry... ugh! I'd be good and obedient for him,,,,,

˖⁺. ﹙ the vampire king of the vicious  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . look at you, writhing below me !! 🍒 :  vampire king ˖ cw: rough fucking, manhandling﹙ vamp au aristaios. ﹚

your wishes to be good to the king are granted by him with great satisfaction

Feral, raspy and heavy panting fills the bedchambers of the carmine king, followed by the loud and shallow thrusts of his hips against yours. His hard cock poking and prodding away at all of the nerves that has your tongue out and head rolling from side to side sluggishly.

“Taking it like such a good slut.” The vampire would groan against your ear, biting down at the lobe. While his hips roll into yours feverishly, balls tapping away at your skin in a way that has you shivering.

“My king-” You gasp out. Head finding a place at the mattress right below, while a streak of saliva trickles down your cheek as his pace begins to speed up. Hands gripping away at your sides to hold you still.

He never allows you to arch, it is satisfying to see you try.

With a sudden shift in weight, all of the air in your lungs are pushed out as his body crushes yours into the sheets. Lifting you up by the hips before fucking into you vigorously, chasing your high. You have been so good and obedient, why not treat you to absolute bliss?

“There we go— c’mon, come on- almost there darling.”

It felt as though he could feel the clear knot that was forming in your stomach and before you knew it, at the last snap of of his hips against yours, you squirt all over his cock and abdomen. While desperate and needy whines rip out of you, along with moans and sobs for more.

Who were you to assume that he was close to his finish? He had stamina, after all.

[dark-moonlust]

Heyyyy monster lovers!! It’s me, Kate-dark-moonlust!

I’m going on vacation tomorrow!!!

I will answer your asks when I return in a couple of days. I’ll try to be active on Tumblr and update regularly on Patreon.

I've been writing like crazy and so far this is what I'm working on:

Jungle chase - weretiger x f!human reader

Orc King x Elf Princess PART 2: Throne of Desires

Midnight Passion - werewolf x f!human reader

Quickie With your Naga - doctor naga x f!reader

Mating Frenzy - vampire x f!reader

Jealous Centaur - centaur x f!reader

The Griffin’s Claim - griffin x f!human reader

As always, my patrons will have early access starting tomorrow!

Stay safe and be happy! Sending monster hugs!

[parkvcrs]

Boyfriend!Marshall Lee Headcanons

• Contrary to popular belief, Marshall Lee is actually a good boyfriend and treats you like a princess… but you have to squint a bit because he doesn’t directly tell you. He’ll act almost the same way he does with Fiona, but underneath that façade, he does care for you.

- (Which is very surprising to Fiona because of all the shenanigans she and Cake get into because of Marshall, but I digress).

• He is extremely flirty with you. He even likes to tease you a bit.

• He loves it whenever he gets the chance to sing to you or show one of his new songs to you. He won’t make it a bit deal and gather a crowd. He’ll keep it lowkey. Just between you two.

- If you can sing? Then by all means, PLEASE join in!

• Marshall definitely writes songs for you and about you. And if you’re comfortable, he’ll try bringing you along to every party he attends where you can watch him sing.

• Because he’s a vampire, he is more active during the night. So, expect him to try and bother you (with the best intentions) in the dead of the night.

• When you go out on dates, don’t you dare touch his french fries! You already saw how badly that went with his mom.

• He won’t admit that he loves physical touch and I feel like that’s his top love language. So, whenever you get the chance to hold him or cuddle him? He is as happy as he can be. :))

• He would try and play pranks on you.

- And fail because you know him like the back of your hand.

- The aftermath would be very awkward. Marshall would just be standing there like: 0-0;;.

• This man showers you in compliments whenever and wherever he can!

• He loves watching movies at his place with you in pajamas.

- Would love it if both of you even wore matching ones. It would be so cute! 😭

[entitled-fangirl]

The best thing for Marcus.

Marcus Volturi x human!reader

Summary: His darling mate falls asleep on his throne while he works.

Words: 511 (she's a short one)

Warnings: Too sweet for your teeth maybe? Idk vampires?

Author's note: I love Marcus so much. Younger or older version I literally don't care. He deserves the world, honestly.

Masterlist

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Marcus stood at the side table in the throne room, books scattered around him and his brothers. His hair is pulled back in a bun to secure it away from his face. He scans each page carefully, flipping through them quite quickly. 

The sound of soft breathing brings him out of his focused mind. His head turns slightly. 

His beautiful mate has fallen asleep on his throne.

Her head rests against one armrest, her legs draping over the other. His lips pull into a small smile as he admires her. The smell of her begins to distract him further, his eyes closing at the smell. This was his favorite smell in the world. The feeling of draining her blood from her body would be the greatest rush of adrenaline he’d ever receive, but he knew if he did so, he would become a hollow form of himself without her.

Aro and Caius are brought out of their work as well, the sight of Marcus in such bliss a welcoming and warming sight. He was a fierce king, but a lovely one at that. Love was what he did best. And while seemingly intolerable at times, his brothers had become harder to give him room to flourish. 

His ears perk up at a sound. A soft, quiet sigh escapes her lips. She was fully relaxed at this stage. Not that Marcus needed to know small facts like that, for he could see it in front of him, himself. His darling dove seemed to be completely relaxed. What he’d do to pick her up now and whisk her away forever. 

He approached her resting body, kneeling down in front of it. How strange to see one of the vampire kings kneeling before his own throne, where a measly sleeping human lay. A gentle hand brushes the hairs from her forehead. “Dove, you must awaken so I may take you to bed properly.”

She stirs slightly, her voice a soft whisper, “No, I… I’m fine. This is fine…”

He chuckled. She was a sweet and affectionate thing, always wanting to be near him. His hand reached to the back of her neck, cradling her head. “I’ll tell you what.”

Her eyes open only slightly more as he continues, “Let’s go to bed, the two of us, until you are well rested.”

She considered the proposal. It did sound rather nice. Her hands reach for his collar, “The entire time? Just the two of us?”

He nods, “Yes, Nightingale. I promise.”

Her arms move further back to wrap around his neck, “Alright.”

He smiles, positioning his hands under her before picking her up easily. He turns, beginning to walk out of the room before stopping. “Dear brothers?”

They both turned to him.

“I am excused for the day. I have other matters to attend to.”

Aro nods, watching Marcus and the human walk away. Oh, how that human would either be the best thing to happen to the Volturi, or the worst.

But one thing is for sure: She was the best thing for Marcus.

[the-whispers-of-death]

I did the math

I ran some numbers

I brought out my fancy calculator

And I have things to tell you

If humans lose 40% of their blood, they die, but you said that a vampire has to drain more than half to turn a human! [VAMPIREKING!READER WOULD NEVER EVEN DRAIN 40% OF STONES BLOOD!]

Blood banks only drain 1 pint from donors and vampireking!reader would only drain half a pint! Maybe even less! Vampireking!reader is too careful!

Humans only have 1.2-1.5 gallons of blood in them! Do you know how long it would take to drink that much in a short amount of time to turn someone?! A long time! And vampireking!reader can't even chug it like a frat guy! He has to slurp all that blood through two holes! It's not like he can shot gun Stone like a beercan!

And my last point is a vampire biting you and drinking your blood would probably feel really good!

I REST MY CASE! >:D

-lawyer anon

Stone: Why did that actually make me feel better?

Stone goes and finds Vampire King!Reader, shyly saying he's changed his mind about not allowing you to bite him. But he does want cuddles after you drink from him, it's non-negotiable.

[wendigo-volturi]

Caius: Why are you yelling at me?

Y/N: YOU SAID YOU HATED SMALL TALK SO IM MAKING IT BIG

Caius: I've never been more in love

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Could you do yandere volturi leaders with a darling that is already married. Like not new married but been married for 20-10 years, 2 kids, another on the way. Would they let their darling live their life with their family or take them away from their family that they already have a strong bond with?

ofc!

Yandere volturi x mother reader (headcanons)

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ok first of all your husband is not making it through this. these men do. not. share. so I hope you weren't too attached.

most likely they would have Heidi invite you and your children to a private tour of the castle, and of course, distract your children with a special part so that the kings can talk to you.

they would be very calm and caring talking to you not wanting to stress their new wife out. let's just say you won't be leaving the castle that day or ever.

They give you anything you would ever need or want. pregnancy cravings? They run across the world to get it. attention? They'll blow off their duties to cuddle you. tired and can't watch your other children? step-father and step-child bonding time.

they would tell you that they're vampires but you and your kids would never be allowed near them when they feed.

when the baby finally comes they will turn you. they can't live knowing that they'll continue aging.

they will care for the new child as their own, in fact, they'll tell the child that it is theirs.

you have to accept them, Don't forget they only have so much patience and aren't above threatening the things you love most to assure you stay theirs.

once you accept that you'll all be a perfect family.

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[mythicmanuscripts]

weird idea but aegon x vampire reader. reader feeeing of hil etc.

thx xoxo

So I went all the way to the bottom of my askbox and I discovered this absolute masterpiece of a question. I love this, 10/10. I'm tag this with 'Aegon x vampire!reader' so that we can discuss it more under the same tag and also so if you arent interested then just block that tag. I think I'm also going to make a larger tag of 'hotd supernatural!au' so that we can possibly discuss other stuff about this? (Sidenote: both aemond and rhaenyra/daemon would LOVE to be with a witch)

Anyway, NSFW sub!aegon with vampire reader below the cut

So firstly, you know how some people say they don't get the dear over vampires because if a hot person wanted to suck their blood and fuck them then they'd love it? Yeah that's aegon, absolutely zero reservations he realises he's caught the attention of a very attractive vampire and he drives in headfirst.

I think this makes the most sense if the supernatural were normal in this au, but I think vampires would still have a pretty bad rep? They're known for being lone wolfs who use people and can easily hurt others and generally dont tend to be seen very often.

You notice Aegon for the first time at a pub, and of course he's surrounded by people because he's the king. He looks around the room at one point and spots you in the shadows. He's not sure what makes him do it, but he decides to go over to you.

You know who he is of course, but you don't address him as 'your grace' and instead just chuckle and call him pretty boy. Which... from that moment he's hooked.

You end up in his bed at the red keep, and you don't even feed off him that night, instead it's just sex. Which... you may have just ruined Aegon for everyone else because he's pretty sure he saw god during his third orgasm. You completely wreck him, turning him into a whining, shivering mess who cant even speak properly.

You dont leave then of course, because he's far too sweet for that, and you stay to give him aftercare. You intend to leave once he's calmed down, but then he falls asleep in your arms and you can't bring yourself to risk waking him up by leaving. So you end up sleeping with him for the night.

He's awake when you wake up the next morning, but he's still in your arms.

Vampires are known to be very strong and very dangerous, and logically Aegon knows he should feel scared being this close and vulnerable with one, but it's actually the opposite. He knows how strong and dangerous you are and he feels so much safer for it? He knows you'll protect him, even though he's just met you he's certain of it.

Once you wake up, you quickly realise you have a slight problem. You hadnt intended to spend the night, and you should have fed at least a little last night (instead you just fucked the king, which, fair enough).

Aegon is worried when you push him out of your arms, and he's looking at you with these wide puppy eyes and batting at your arms, trying to get you to open them again. He's just very needy little thing.

You tell him that you loved the night before and he was perfect, but now you have to get going because you haven't fed in a while. You expect this to be a good enough reason, but it's not to him. When he hears that, he simply holds his arm out for you, wrist up.

You push it away and look away from him, not wanting to lose control but he's insistent. You rocked his world the night before, and he wants to help!! I knows you won't kill him, so he wants to help!

You give in, even though you know you shouldn't, and end up drinking from him. If there's one thing Aegon didnt expect, it's how good it felt? It feels insane, so so so good.

You don't drink much out of fear of hurting him, but you drink enough and the moment you pull away, aegon is moving forwards and back into your arms.

Needless to say, you return to the castle very often.

(Sidenote: what about the reverse of this with Aemond? He's the vampire and he pretty much just follows the reader around like a lost puppy. He won't feed from anyone else, he'd rather starve than feed from another)

[yanmuffins]

Imagine if in the DC vs. Vampires universe, Reader dies shortly before Damian is even there? Dick having a lot of guilt and that's partly why he wants to turn Damian. So this baby sibling doesn't die. But Phineas Reader, Damian, Perry, and Doofenshmirts accidentally hop on over and Vampire King Dick becomes yandere? Especially when he finds out that, in a timeline you survived, his alternate neglected Reader.

Vampire Dick tries to bite us and turn us into a vampire. This registers to us as a murder attempt and we recognize the behavior in our Dick when he goes yandere? Reader just going, "He's suddenly nice to me. He's manipulating me to kill me, just like he did in the other dimension!" And Tim, who's babysitting Reader this time, flips and asks what we're talking about. "Oh. It was a really weird dimension. Dick was the Vampire King, slowly gaining power by turning all his friends and teammates into vampires, saving the Bat Family for last. But he immediately bashed your skull in after he ripped out Bruce's heart. He killed Cass and Steph and turned Damian, but the kid escaped. He tried to turn Jason, but Jason refused and the transformation didn't happen, killing him. Duke and Damian were leading the resistance against the vampires. So I helped make an invention that reversed vampirism."

Dick calls Reader cute enough to eat and reader is suddenly using aerosolized garlic like pepper spray.

i'm doing good, thank you!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

warning: spoilers for dc vs vampires universe.

so, assuming there was a reader in this universe who was not neglected and they're dead because of non-vampire-apocalypse-related reasons, p&f! reader's arrival causes quite the reaction. terrible timing, with the vampire quandary and all, but they're not unhappy. however, the most they can do is help p&f! reader and damian be safe and have someone with them at all times.

but i don't think dick would immediately try to turn reader. too unpredictable, plus he'd risk blowing his cover. so he wait. kills the batfam, he tries to turn reader and both damians since, well, there was an extra one so why not? but they manage to escape with only the og vampire damian being turned. and vampire king dick is so sad :(( why do none of his little siblings want to hang out and overthrow humanity with him?? :((((((

in his head he's thinking that since his alternate version couldn't appreciate his sibling (and how negligent do you have to be to not notice their inventions on bruce's backyard?), he doesn't deserve them. they should just stay here, in this world, let him turn them into a vampire so they can stay by his side! that's obviously the universe giving him a second chance.

so, when they manage to defeat him and return to their dimension, reader (and damian!) are following dick around, watching out for any signs of vampirism. tim recounts what reader told him about the vampires, and dick gets a good laugh out of it. come on, he would never do any of that!

but when dick's yandere-ness starts showing, reader will avoid him like the plague. he'll catch them eyeing him suspiciously while whispering to damian in a corner of the manor. he might not be a vampire, but sometimes there's something about him that's really unsettling...