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Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡

yandere!vampires x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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The moment Xavier’s fangs pierce your skin, all you can think is that it fucking hurts.  

Honestly, the sensation can’t even be fully described in words. It’s sharp, and it stings, and even once you get past the initial pain of his fangs sinking into your flesh, they stay there, buried under the surface, making your neck throb and ache like never before.

Your eyes are shut. You don’t dare to open them and catch a glimpse of what’s happening. The pain is already more than enough

Still, you don’t even think of pulling away. You chose this, and you need this. God, you need the money so fucking bad.

Xavier holds you close, and you can’t help the whimper you let out as you hear him swallowing mouthfuls of your blood. It’s not just the pain that’s hard to stomach, but the sensation of being slowly drained of the precious liquid that’s meant to be keeping you alive.

This is unnatural. Under ordinary circumstances, this would never be happening.  

Then again, nothing about your life has ever been ordinary.  

You can feel your body swaying a bit, and you’re thankful that Xavier is holding onto you so tightly, otherwise you might have already collapsed from light-headedness. Come to think of it, you didn’t even ask how much blood you’re expected to give. Surely, he’ll stop eventually, right? Otherwise... 

Otherwise, you might actually die.  

Mercifully, Xavier pulls away just as that harrowing thought fills your mind, and you are immediately flooded with relief. 

At least, until you take a good look at his face.  

There’s blood all over his lips. Your blood. It’s a deep shade of crimson, and you realize, with a gulp, that you’ve never actually lost this much blood before, yet now, it’s staining the better portion of a stranger’s face.  

Xavier must have picked up on your frightened expression, because he quickly digs into his pocket and pulls out a napkin, then uses it to wipe his mouth.  

“There,” he says. “Is that better?”  

You nod hastily. You really don’t mean to offend him, but seeing something like that for the first time... it’s a bit difficult to brush aside.

Xavier stares at you for a few moments. You wonder if he still hasn’t had his fill yet, if he wants to go back in for more. The tender spot on your neck throbs painfully at the thought. 

But instead, he stands up, adjusts his tie, and nods.  

“That’ll be all,” he says. “Thank you for your cooperation. Please speak to the doctor if you happen to be feeling unwell.”  

He walks out without another word, and it kind of feels like a slap to the face. What you just did together can’t exactly be considered intimate, you suppose, but he still drank your goddamn blood, which as far as you're concerned, is a pretty big deal. To watch him carry on with such nonchalance is a harsh reminder that the two of you are completely different.  

Anyways, it’s finally over. You actually pulled it off, and even though it hurt like a bitch, you have every intention of doing it again.  

So long as you’re getting paid, of course.  

“How are you feeling?” the doctor asks. He steps in the room shortly after Xavier leaves, then walks over to you and examines the bite mark on your neck. “Just wait a moment. I’ll disinfect the area and give you a bandage.”  

He wipes your neck down, making sure to be as gentle as possible, applies a thin layer of some kind of ointment, then sticks on a cute little flower-shaped bandage.  

Once he’s done, there’s virtually no sign that a vampire was drinking your blood just a few minutes ago.  

“Blood pressure seems fine,” he remarks, removing the cuff from your arm. “Unless you’re concerned about something, I’d say you’re good to go.”  

Besides the dull pain coming from your neck every so often, and the fact that you’re perhaps a bit dizzy, you think you’ll be okay.  

“I’m good,” you nod. “It wasn’t so bad.”  

That part is a bit of a lie. It did hurt, after all. But you’re used to dealing with hardship, and if there’s anything your shitty life has taught you, it’s how to suck it up and endure.  

The doctor nods, then pulls out an envelope from the inner pocket of his coat. “Here. Your payment for today. As we explained in the contract, all payments will be delivered on-site, immediately after you’ve met with a client. However, it’s up to the client if they wish to see you again, which is why there is no fixed schedule for these appointments.”  

“There’s a chance he might not want to see me again?” you frown, taking the envelope into your hands. 

“It’s a possibility. All vampires have their own preferences, just like how humans prefer different kinds of food. But even if this particular client chooses not to proceed with your meetings, we can try to match you with a different client. Make sure to check your phone regularly so that we can update you on the situation.”  

Right. That makes sense. If the client isn’t satisfied with the quality of their blood, it goes without saying that they wouldn’t want to keep paying for it. It’s kind of like going to a restaurant and ending up with a gross, undercooked meal. Although the analogy is perhaps a bit crude.  

“Take it easy for the next little while,” the doctor suggests. “You seem perfectly fine, but you’ve still lost quite a bit of blood, so make sure to put your health first.”  

How cute. If only you had the luxury of doing that.  

Unfortunately, it’s time to go to work.  

You did it. Against all odds, you actually pulled it off.  

A few days have passed, and thanks to the payment from selling your blood, a few extra shifts you picked up, and cutting back on meals so that you wouldn’t have to buy groceries again, somehow, you managed to scrounge up all the money Johnny asked for.  

You watch, nervously, as he counts the cash you handed him, making sure to be as thorough as possible. It looks like he’s wary of counterfeit bills, or perhaps he just can’t believe that you actually found a way to pay him back.  

Whatever the case, this time, you’ve been spared.  

“Alright,” he says. “It’s all here. See? I knew you could do it. From now on, I expect this same amount every two weeks, like we agreed on.” 

He flashes you a shit-eating grin, then breezes past you, making sure to slap your ass right as he leaves. 

You grit your teeth, mortified. Of course, you don’t dare oppose him. You know all too well how things will end if you do.  

At least it worked. But meeting his demands every two weeks is going to be ridiculously difficult, and the only way you’ll pull it off is if Xavier calls on you again, or at the very least, another vampire decides to solicit your services.  

I never thought it would come to this. To think that I’m actually hoping someone will drink my blood. Life really is a constant fucking struggle.  

Nothing’s ever been easy for you. But perhaps things are finally about to change for the better.  

The screen of your phone lights up, and as you read the message that just appeared, your eyes widen. 

Xavier wants to meet with you again.  

“...disgusting,” Felix shudders. He shoves the other person away, much to their bewilderment. “You’re no good. I’ve tried so many of the humans that have signed up for this program, but all of them taste fucking nasty. This is a waste of my time. And don’t expect to be paid.”  

He sighs and leaves the room before the foul-tasting human can even protest. Yet another disappointment. To think that he was so excited to move to the big city and see what it had to offer, only to be let down like this.  

If this is how things are going to be, then he’s probably better off just obtaining blood pack rations directly from the government. They’re stale and disgusting, but clearly flesh blood is no different here, and he’ll save a lot of money.  

Right. That’s what he’ll do. As much as all vampires crave drinking blood directly from the source, what choice does he have, when everyone tastes like absolute shit?  

He’s just about to speak to one of the staff and let them know he’s done paying for this program, when suddenly, a sweet scent wafts by him.  

Felix immediately knows it’s you. Even for a vampire, his senses have always been unnaturally sharp. Perhaps that’s why he’s so picky when it comes to drinking blood. His taste buds are more sophisticated, more developed, so when something isn’t quite right, he can tell right away.  

The same is true for his sense of smell, although it’s rare for a human to smell so appealing, especially since you’re rather far away.  

In fact, it might be the very first time anyone has ever smelled this good to him.  

Felix watches you walk down the hall, escorted by one of the doctors. You must be here to sell your blood, and the longer he stares at you, the more he finds himself rethinking his earlier decision.  

A smile creeps onto his lips.  

“Well,” he chuckles softly, “maybe I should give it one last chance.” 

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Hmmmmmmore vampire boyfriend please-

sorry this took so long to get to !! I'm very sporadic in my writings here :')

but anyway, here's a little NSFW scenario with him that goes deeper into the first time he tastes your blood. GN reader, no anatomy specified.

CW: oral (receiving), blood and blood drinking, period mention, arousal drunk vampire idk.

vampire boyfriend who, when he finally, finally gets to taste you, can't hold back.

he wouldn't dare do anything without your consent, but the moment you make it clear he can do as he likes, he's on you. lapping from the wounds he'd made on your neck, his hands reaching under clothing to touch your bare skin.

"you're....far too alluring for your own good, my dear." he breathes out, his fangs seemingly longer as he feels your reaction to his touches. "i-is that right?" you'd reply meekly, letting out small whimpers as you writhe under his ministrations... his hands soon moved to strip you bare of any clothing, how much your heart was pumping from his doing was driving him mad. nothing could get between him and his darling now, right?

"pesky cloth...always getting in the way." he'd hiss, making his way between your thighs, leaving trails of bite marks as he grew closer to your arousal. "you can't get any more divine, it's.... unbelievable, truly." even if you protested, if it became too much for your body to handle, he's far too deep to stop now.

"let me just...have my fill of you." he chuckled darkly, using his mouth where it belonged, teasing and pleasuring you like no mortal man could. his tongue was quick and touching just the right places, your arteries on either side of his head only egged him on... as did the song of bliss you sang. nobody else was allowed to hear, yes? nobody. "o-oh please, i- h-haah, just.. a little more, I'm so close-" you'd cry, and tug at his hair, and god did he love it when you did that.

your hands tangled in his hair, so desperate for release had him harder than he'd ever been, and once you finally, finally felt the snap of release, he took all he could get. swallowing it all, lapping up anything he was able to take. he'd look up for approval, a silent question of if he was good enough. well... of course he was. how many men can make someone to cum with their mouth alone? but he wouldn't stop there. no, no, of course not. he'd have you writhing, begging, convulsing and screaming his name over and over, until he felt satisfied. "sorry, darling. I just can't get enough, you can give me one more...and I'll let you go." he'd pant, knowing he'd be coaxing more than one more orgasm out of you. he was addicted to the way you sounded, the way you moved, the taste... oh, the taste. god forbid you're on your period, he'd never be leaving from between your thighs.

he was one who enjoyed pleasing you so much that undoubtedly he'd soiled his pants, cumming without even the faintest of touches.

and don't forget about the aftercare!! he'd be running you a bath filled with soothing perfumed oil and bath salts, staying as close as you'd want, neverending praises spewing from his mouth. "you did so, so good for me, darling. I know, I know, you're tired. but I'll take care of you to the end." he'd even cook you a meal and personally feed it to you, anything you'd want, he'd make it happen.

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AN: and that's that for now, I hope this wasn't too badly written ;-; I haven't done something like this in a while so don't blame me too much...

should I give Vampire BF a name now, since he's become a frequent flyer? I'm open to suggestions if you guys have any.

[kiasnocturnality]

𝒌𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄

can he sire other vampires? | info

brushing his hair for him | imagine

all ears | imagine

you tell him he's no longer welcome in your home | imagine

*feeding from you for the first time | imagine

*NSFW alphabet | headcanons

does he hate being a vampire + his blood | info

the Leblanc family | info 

seeing his reflection for the first time | drabble

an act of affection to help you de-stress | drabble

how he reacts to a darling with dizzy spells | headcanons

leblanc legacy | interactive fic

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔

he finds you stuck in a tree, trespassing on his land | drabble

does Nasana shed? | info

how would he react to you tending his wounds? | imagine

how he kisses | headcanons

role reversal! naga reader, human Nasana | drabble

*make it fit | imagine

*NSFW | headcanons

yandere! Nasana | headcanons

*you’re too embarrassed to moan for him | drabble

*play fighting with him in heat | imagine

his s/o brings him a hot meal during his brumation | headcanons

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒊

how he kisses | headcanons

how he reacts to you having a dog | drabble

yandere! Takeshi | headcanons

*NSFW | headcanons

listening to him talk | drabble

his date loves Japanese mythology | imagine

lipstick | imagine

*Takeshi with a virgin reader | drabble

*predator/prey with Takeshi | drabble

*polyamorous! yandere! Takeshi | headcanons ft. Lisheng

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒂

how she reacts to you gifting her jewellery | imagine

she saves you from drowning | imagine

*sweeter than blood & hearts & marrow | drabble

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏

*how it feels to be holy | imagine

how he reacts to his s/o asking if he’s a mafia boss | imagine

how he is with his s/o | headcanons

archangel! s/o discovers his plans | drabble

his darling falls to her doom | drabble

the reader is a private investigator, hired to investigate Aphae | drabble

*somnophilia | headcanons

*NSFW alphabet | headcanons

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒗𝒂'𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒉𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒏 (𝒕𝒂𝒆𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏)

her human darling is her knight | headcanons

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒒𝒖'𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒉𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒏

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒌𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔

can’t handle the cold? | imagine

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄.

what they would study in a modern setting | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

how they react to finding you injured | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

how they react to you singing | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

*biting | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

how they would react to meeting each other | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

crossovers | info (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

how they are with kids | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

*NSFW | headcanons (Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

you help them preen their feathers | headcanons (Desdemona, Aphaeleon) 

fun facts | info (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

*how they are with a soft, submissive reader | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon) 

yanderes seeing a rival with their darling | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon 

where they like to be kissed | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

general yandere behaviour | headcanons (Alois, Desdemona, Aphaeleon) 

what they’re like as older siblings | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

bathing with them | headcnaons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon) 

what your fav character says about you | shitpost (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon)

*who’s into predator/prey dynamics? | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona) 

the languages they speak + reacting to hearing their s/o say sweet things in their language | info + headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Aphaeleon)

their darling snuggles up to them while they rest | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Va’ariniel, Taruqu’inel)

their darling has a fox laugh | headcanons (Alois, Takeshi)

their darling is feral for them | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi)

their darling is afraid of thunderstorms | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Va’ariniel, Taruqu’inel)

*Take taking his s/o in front of Aphae | drabble (Takeshi, Aphaeleon)

*how they react to their darling calling them daddy/mommy | headcanons (Alois, Nasana, Takeshi, Desdemona, Aphaeleon, Va’ariniel, Taruqu’inel)

their favourite activities | headcanons (Va’ariniel, Taruqu’inel)

general fluff | headcanons (Takeshi, Aphaeleon)

*how they feel about hypno kink | Alois, Desdemona, Va'ariniel, Taruqu'inel

✩⋆ ﾟ⢄・𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒔

*in the night | drabble (Lisheng, edenspetals’ OC)

*polyamorous! yandere! Lisheng | headcanons ft. Takeshi

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A Vampire, Not a Monster!

Vampire OC x Reader

a/n: minimal proofreading, we die like men.

Being lost plays tricks on your mind.

That’s what Y/n repeats in her mind as she walks through the ever darkening woods. She’s heard noises she couldn’t quite explain. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go swimming in a secluded lake just a couple hours before sunset. She thought it’d be fine, nothing would ever happen to her. Now, hopelessly lost, that sentiment seems way stupider.

A grunt sounds to her right. Is that a bear? Oh god, what do bears sound like? No, no, being lost plays tricks on your mind. Besides, it sounded too human. Of course an insane person in the woods imitating bears is only a little better than an actual real bear.

Y/n keeps walking, a little quieter now, or she would have been much quieter if she hadn’t stepped on a dry twig. The grunting sounds stop. God if this was a horror movie I’d so be dead, the only stick in the entire forest that could make such a perfect snapping noise and of course I step right on it. I stay frozen in place, still suspicious at the lack of noise.

That lack of noise suddenly turns to an explosion of it, like something huge charging blindly through the brush. She hears a horrible sounding roar, almost like a mix of a man screaming and a bear roaring. Her body feels like she’s stuck in cement, unable to move and breathing much too quickly. Then there’s eyeshine. Eyeshine 9 feet off the ground and approaching at startling speed.

The next thing Y/n is aware of are thorn bushes tearing at her skin as she tears past them. There’s a horrible screaming sound, much higher pitched than the bearman’s roaring. It takes her too long to realize it’s her. That thing is behind her still, pounding through the underbrush as if it’s a manicured lawn. Thinking quickly she dives off the side of the trail, through some deadfall and keeps running on the other side. Getting even more thoroughly lost, a voice in the back of her mind whispers.

That escape tactic seems to have worked, at least a little, the bear-man is still on her tail but further back. Y/n doesn’t stop running like hell, hurtling over fallen leaves and logs alike. The beast is still in hot pursuit and her vision tunnels to a faint light some ways off. She runs and runs. Should try out for track and field when I get home. Pretty sure I’ve never run this fast in my life. With herculean effort she throws herself over a particularly tall, dense patch of bramble and over onto the other side.

On the other side Y/n leaps up, starts running, and is stopped immediately when she runs face first into something. Immediately sure it’s the beast she ready herself to fight, not that she’d win. Hands restrain her wrists and as she attempts to pull away she glances up at her attacker. Instead of a 9 foot tall bear-human hybrid she’s staring into the eyes of an objectively very handsome, though somehow off putting man.

She sobs with relief at the sight of him, but realizes just as quickly a massive problem. Now we’re both in danger of dying. Way to endanger innocent bystanders. Despite her best efforts she can only get out a half intelligible “It’s coming, please, somethi-,” she pauses as more sobs wrack her, “some THING. I don’t know what it is, a bear? Please we need to leave.”

Throughout her entire rambling plea the face of the man grew grimmer and the sounds of the beast grew closer. Before she can truly process what’s happening he shoves Y/n behind him and snatches something up from the ground. Just as he dons the helmet the beast barrels into the clearing.

It stops for just a second, clearly taken aback by finding what appears to be a fully armored knight in place of a screaming woman. The man draws his sword, and with it knocks aside the first strike of the beast’s club. Not that I’m an expert at swordsmanship or whatever but I don’t think what he did was quite..possible. Neither the man nor the monster seem to care what is possible as the fight progresses. Y/n has to scurry back out of the way as the beast charges at the man, swinging its massive club in wild arcs in front of it. From this angle, the beast front lit from the fire, she gets a much-too-close look at its features.

This..beastman is nearly indescribable, ugly is a great start though. Its lips permanently stretched back, showing far too much of it’s protruding gums and teeth, beady black deep set eyes gleam with malice in the firelight, short round ears atop its head, very much similar to a bear though with this thing’s mangy, sparse coat they are much less cute, and a thick layer of fat covers what have to be thickly muscled, deformed limbs. Very much similar to a bear in that last respect, at least.

In Y/n’s musings she didn't notice that thing had taken a step closer, and raised its club with a wild, horrible look in its eyes. By the time she does it is too late to do anything but scream and try to drop to the ground as quickly as possible. Curled into the fetal position she awaits death by mad scientist experiment gone wrong. Not really the “peaceful, surrounded by family” way I was hoping to go. One last earth shaking roar, then soft footsteps. Maybe death has come to get me.

Instead of a robed, scythe-wielding figure Y/n is met with cold, expressionless metal slits and a warm, gloved hand on her arm. The knight is leaning over her. She blinks once, then again, then surge forward and wraps her arms around the man, hanging from his neck. Before she knows what’s happening she’s crying again, thanking him over and over, asking if he’s alright, what that thing was, how he managed to kill it, and a million other questions. He doesn’t speak, just wraps one arm around her and lets her carry on.

When her rambling stops and breathing slows he scoops his other arm under her legs and sets her on a log by the fire. The beast had been dragged off to the edge of the clearing, another seemingly impossible task. Her knight in shining armor, literally, sits opposite before removing his helmet. She doesn't know how she didn’t notice the rest of the armor when she’d barreled headlong into him. They sit in silence like this until she can hardly bear it.

“You’re not from here.” His voice is deep, and oddly melodious, for a medieval knight at least. Finding it hard to speak she shakes my head. “What is your name?”

“It’s..it’s Y/n.”

“Beautiful, it suits you.” He says, with a dip of his head. Sure he means nothing by it, but his compliment makes her blush and smile, dipping her head slightly.

“Thank you, what’s yours?”

He takes a long while to answer, maybe he’s making one up, or debating whether to even tell, he interrupts her thoughts, “Arcan.”

“Nice to meet you, Arcan. I wish it wasn’t after I was chased by a giant monster though.” Arcan laughs with her. It has to be the most beautiful sound in the world. 

After they quiet down again he says, “About being chased by a beastman, how’d you come to be here? It’s dangerous in these woods, a lady shouldn’t be traveling alone at night, no one should.” She decides not to mention that he too is alone at night in the woods. Even in the dim light she can see him eye the swimsuit and coverup she’s wearing. Oh, right, this must seem downright scandalous if everyone here dressed in Ye Olde Fashion.

“I’m not..uh..traveling necessarily. I was going swimming at the lake and got lost on my way back. The sun set and it got too dark to really see. Then I wandered for a while, heard that thing grunting, and next thing I know I’m running through the woods at mach 1.”

A small smile pulls at his lips and he tilts his head, “Mach 1?”

“Oh, uh, like REALLY fast. I think I’m more lost than I originally thought. Where I’m from those,” Y/n jabs a thumb towards the ‘beastman’ for emphasis, “don’t exist and the armor you’re wearing would be considered..well..old-fashioned.”

Arcan nods, “I had noticed your odd clothing, but thought it best not to mention. Are you not cold?”

Y/n hadn’t noticed until he mentioned it but it is a bit chilly. A cool breeze runs through the leaves and along her back, and though her front is warmed by the fire she still shivers and nods. He stands, slipping his cape from his shoulders as he walks around the fire then placing it around hers. It’s heavier than expected but warm and comforting against the chill night air.

He makes food, and shares his water and company until the moon is high in the sky.

When Y/n yawns yet again Arcan shepherds her into his small shelter, less a tent more a piece of canvas propped up with sticks, the highest part maybe two feet off the ground. Once she’s inside it becomes clear this is sort of a one man situation. 

Arcan seems to have the same thought, he lets out a thoughtful hum and says, “Why don’t you sleep in here? I’ll stay by the fire.”

“I’m not kicking you out of your own tent.”

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

She snorts, “What a gentleman, but seriously, it’s fine. Just get in here.”

He laughs at that and starts the likely lengthy process of taking off his armor, “If you insist.”

Once Arcan is down to his “normal” clothes he crawls into the tent and lies down next to Y/n. She can feel him radiating heat. Is he really that hot, am I just that thirsty and imagining it or am I just ultra alert because of my recent near death experience? The world’s greatest mysteries. He seems to fall asleep easily, and she curls up underneath his cape and tries to do the same.

A howl pierces the night, waking Y/n. Is that a normal howl or one of Satan’s rejects singing the song of its people? Arcan stirs, but doesn’t fully wake, going by dog rules that means it’s probably not that big a deal. Still, she can’t seem to fall back asleep. After turning over for the fifth time in hopes she’ll magically knock herself unconscious she feels a hand on her shoulder.

“Why are you still up?” Oohh-kay, maybe thirstier than originally anticipated; that barely awake voice is doing something to me.

“Uh..just can’t sleep.”

For a moment there’s silence, then blankets shifting, “Cold?” he mumbles, throwing half the blanket over Y/n. Everything in her brain screeches, we’re under the same blankets, that’s a big deal! She turns onto her back, ready to reply, and freezes. His eyes are shining in the dim light.

“You’re…”, Y/n feels like she can hardly breath looking at him. This is so stupid! He’s barely conscious and you’re still terrified? One side of her brain hisses, but it's the other that speaks “You’re not human.”

Arcan’s eyes open fully, and he regards Y/n for a minute, “No..but I won’t hurt you.”

Definitely not at all suspicious. Maybe I should take my chances with the furries on steroids. I don’t know though, so far Arcan seems..normal enough. Well aside from the knight armor, but that is normal here and I’m the weird one in that department. “Okay.” She says, more to herself than anyone else.

“And you won’t hurt me?”

Y/n stares for a moment, “No.”

The dim moonlight shows a sleepy smile on his face, “Good, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The next morning they have breakfast and go about packing up the camp. Arcan gives Y/n a leg up onto his horse, a beautiful dark bay mare, then walks beside, leading her and apologizing that he doesn’t have his ‘normal one’. Whatever that means, horses not being able to carry two people long distances is perfectly normal. Maybe he’s got a super horse stowed away somewhere.

It was relaxing, honestly, horses are something normal, unlike handsome men with animal eyes or beastly man-animal hybrids. Besides, the mare is probably the best horse she’s ever ridden. While marveling over his horse more questions about the man run through her mind. First and foremost being, “What are you?”

As soon as it was said Y/n claps a hand over her mouth, when she takes it off again it’s to apologize profusely. Arcan, luckily, doesn’t seem offended at all, just looks thoughtful.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to be scared?”

Can’t be that bad, can it? “I promise.”

“I’m a vampire.”

“A what??”

“A va-”

“No no, I heard you but..how? It’s not. That’s not. Vampires aren’t real.” That same beautiful laugh starts again, though this time Y/n wonders if it only sounds that way to draw people in. If he only sounds this way to draw people in. Does it technically count as being drawn in if a monster chased you in?

“Here, look,” he stops the horse and opens his mouth, pulling his lip up to show me some admittedly very vampire looking canines. “My eyes too,” and sure enough, when I lean down to look into his eyes, they aren’t brown like I assumed the night before. Rather a dark, oxblood-esque shade of red with little flecks of gold throughout. “And my ears,” he tucks his long black hair over an ear to reveal it’s pointed. “And well, the rest of me.” He gestures to the rest of himself, and in the daylight it’s clear to me that he's just a little too perfect, face a little too symmetrical and skin a little too uniformly pale. It seems obvious now, but when you know vampires don’t exist you don’t see a vampire-looking man and assume he is one.

“Besides, how do you think I’ve been walking in my armor all day? Or killed that beastman? Sure there are some skilled human swordsmen that can, but I’ve got an edge.” Huh, guess that explains the whole unnatural strength thing.

“So, if you’re a vampire, why did you save me?”

He seems to balk at this, “A vampire! Not a monster. I’m not going to leave someone to get eaten alive when I can do something about it.”

“Yeah, but couldn’t you have just sent me on my way after killing that thing?”

This is met with even more extreme disbelief, “What? For something ELSE to kill you? I’m not sure what I’m gonna do but I won’t be leaving you alone in the forests of a world you don’t even know.”

“My hero,” I say jokingly, Arcan seems to really perk up at that. He gives me a wide smile, now that I know what to look for I can’t believe I didn’t notice those canines before.

They walk through the day, as they arrive at the bottom of a wooded hill the sun is nearly set. Arcan is tired, dragging his feet slightly. Y/n can’t help but  wonder what that sort of walk would’ve done to a normal man. His mare was tall and took long strides, much faster than an average human’s walking pace. A couple times along the way he’d apologized for the time it took to get here.

“If I had Glory it wouldn’t have taken half the time!” He complains, leading me up the hill. 

Just as Y/n opens her mouth to ask about ‘Glory’ they walk through a stone archway and into a courtyard. There are stables and pastures off to the right, a manor house dead ahead and garden and more forest to the left. Arcan helps Y/n off the mare, grabbing her around the waist after she kicks her leg over her back and easing my landing, then hands the mare off to a quiet looking stable boy. “Normally I would care for her myself but I think we should get you inside. It’ll start getting cold again soon.”

Y/n nods absentmindedly, fingers going to fiddle with the neckline of the tunic he gave her. Maybe it’s some sort of weird vampire magic or just the reality of my situation setting in but there’s a horrible pit in her stomach. A hand grabs her arm and leads her to the house, despite her newfound existential dread she can’t help but admire the manor. Hey, you would too if you lived in a 600 sqft apartment. There are two fountains either side of the walking path to the front doors, surrounded by perfectly maintained grass, rose bushes, and a wide array of flowers, some of which don’t look entirely real. The outside of the house is made of natural stone, and decorated with many windows, adornments and vines of ivy. It looks straight out of a fairy tale. Technically, it is!

Inside the home is even more breathtaking, though Y/n doesn’t have much time to gawk before Arcan pulls her deeper inside. He leads her to a bedroom. This has gotta be bigger than my entire apartment.  “I’ll leave you to get settled, Lady (insert name here). If you need anything, my quarters are at the end of the hall.” With that he excuses himself, presumably to go sleep, or whatever it is vampires do to rest. Sleep in a coffin? Y/n doesn’t really know and oddly can’t really bring herself to care when faced with the lushest, most comfortable looking bed she’s ever seen.

It can only be a few hours later when Y/n is startled awake in that very same bed. She pulls the covers up to her chin, heart beating a mile a minute. After a few deep, calming breaths she peaks around the room, scared of what she may find lurking there. Looking right to left; nightstand, door, dressing table and mirror, window. Window.

A sickening howl starts again and immediately she knows that must’ve been what woke her up. Almost against her will, she tosses off the covers then creeps to the window. She’s trying to stop but just can’t, a deep curiosity already started in her. The stone windowsill is cold, and almost feels damp. She peaks over it to stare through the cold pane of glass. There, just past the wall, another one of the monsters. This one more resembles a wolf, but is equally grotesque. It turns to look at the house. A cold fear shoots through her. Logically,  it couldn’t possibly know she’s watching. At least, that’s what she thinks, until it looks up, meeting her eyes through the window.

Immediately Y/n throws herself away, landing on her butt and scrambling backwards. As she stumbles to her feet she is already turning to flee the room. Not even truly comprehending where she’s going until she’s in Arcan’s room. He’s already awake, having heard the panicked scramble. “Are you alright?”

Unsure what to say to that Y/n says nothing at all. Just stays standing in the doorway of his room, wringing her hands and sniffling to herself. Arcan wraps an arm around her shoulders and leads her to the bed. Constant soft reassurances fall from his lips, most of which aren’t intelligible. Once she’s sitting on the bed he kneels in front of her and speaks again, “Can you tell me what’s wrong? What happened?”

“It’s..there was another one of those things outside. Outside the walls, it looked at me.” Y/n stammers out between sobs. Truly she didn’t think her run in with that thing affected her that severely. Now she can barely think of it without crying.

Arcan grabs her hands lightly, and looks at her with a startling intensity, “Trust me, Lady Y/n, it cannot get past the walls. Even if it could I would slay it before it could even lay hands on you.” He moves past her to sit on the bed, still watching her carefully.

Y/n sniffs, and dries her tears with a sleeve before saying, “Could I stay here tonight?”

“Of course. Make yourself comfortable.” He says, standing up once more. She looks at him confused for a moment, then when he starts walking towards a sitting area in the corner she catches his wrist.

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m letting you sleep.” Gently, he frees his wrist.

Again she grabs him, “I’m not kicking you out of your own bed. You take it, I'll sleep on the ground or something.”

“I can’t allow that.” Once again he pulls away.

“Sure you can!” She says, snatching him back. “Look I’d feel horrible kicking you out of your own bed.”

“No, I won’t have a lady sleeping on the floor in my home.”

“Then sleep with me! I swear I’m not a blanket hog.”

At this he raises one eyebrow, “I’m not sure that’s appropriate.”

Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head, “Arcan, come on, we slept in the tent together no problem! This isn’t any different.”

He considers it for a moment, and although he doesn’t seem fully convinced he slips under the blankets. With that battle won Y/n rolls over to try to get some sleep herself. One small issue, now that she’s not arguing why he shouldn’t have to sleep in an armchair because some lady was scared of a weird looking dog, she’s focusing again on his face. His stupid, perfect face that is connected to a man (?) laying in the same bed as her that she could, theoretically, reach out and touch right now. Maybe I would get more sleep on the floor.

Eventually Y/n manages to drift off, and when she wakes warm sun is pouring through the window. Though that isn’t the only thing keeping her warm, a rather solid presence presses against her back and has an arm wrapped around her. Fearing she might ruin the moment if she wakes him she tries to keep her breath even and slow. Of course, the more you think about how your breathing the weirder your breathing gets so this just wakes the vampire faster. He probably has some sort of heightened senses too, now that she thinks about it.

Sure enough, he stirs slightly behind her. He must not be fully awake though. Instead of leaping out of bed he pulls her more snugly against him. Y/n huffs, trying to contain a laugh, “When you wake up you’re going to be so disappointed.”

Still sleepy he nuzzles into her neck, then mumbles, “I’m awake.”

[monstersholygrail]

Vampire bf spooning you in the middle of the night, nuzzling into you so roughly that it causes you to slowly wake up. As soon as he senses you’re not completely asleep, his arms curl around you and he bury’s his face in your neck. Groggily you bare your throat to him, thinking he might be hungry.

But instead he simply whines and cuddles in closer. It’s only then that you notice he’s shivering. A soft “What’s wrong, darling?” croaks past your lips. He doesn’t respond, letting his actions speak louder as his hands slip under your shirt and brush along your soft stomach as if trying to steal up all your warmth. You hiss at his touch, his usually cold skin even colder for some reason. “You’re freezing,” you can’t help but exclaim the obvious.

Your vampire bf whimpers, nodding his head within the warm fold of your neck. “Need your warmth. Need your heat, baby please,” he says in a soft whine, one hand tugging at the seam of your shorts and giving you an idea of what he means.

As soon as you’ve pulled your panties down, he’s sliding himself between the warm supple flesh of your thighs. He hisses in the space of her neck, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Your lips part, feeling his throbbing cock push its way through your legs, so close to where you need him. His tip bumping up against your clit with every snap of his hips. Arousal pools within you till it drips onto his cock. Your bf growls, hips moving faster.

“Ah, fuck! More. Please,” you beg, baring your neck once again. Your hips tilt, craving the feeling of being filled by him.

“My heart, I could devour you whole and still crave more," he rumbles, his hips bucking to catch every drop of your essence on his length.

His hand tenderly cups the underside of your neck and brings it to his lips. You sense the heat of his breath and goosebumps rise along your arms a second before you feel the sharp prick of pleasure caused by his fangs. You shiver as he slowly sinks them all the way in.

The combination of his fangs inside you and the way he slows down the rocking of his hips causes your eyes to droop as you begin to drift back to sleep. His hand massages your plush thigh, gently shifting it back over his own, legs intertwining.

With your thighs open, your bf has easy access to slide his length inside your eager and dripping walls. You both moan as he pushes past your entrance, his girth carefully stretching your precious pussy as he takes his time stuffing you full of him. Bringing a delicious dull ache to the apex of your thighs.

He settles in once he’s buried his length to the hilt, your hips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. He relaxes against your body and wraps every limb that he can around you. Cocooning your being in his protective embrace. Making you feel exactly as treasured as you are.

“That’s better,” he slurs contently in an attempt to speak with his fangs in your neck. Soon after you start to feel his skin warming back up against your own. You smile softly, finally falling back asleep and happy you were able to help him.

Never finding out that Vampires have full control over their body temperature.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Monster boy with a breeding and mommy kink that’s desperate to get you pregnant so he can be snuggled and taste your breast milk… he both wants to be pampered and spoiled and to do the same to you…

Maybe it’s a cat hybrid/werewolf that lost his mother when he was young and still has those kitten/puppy behaviors, wanting to knead and suckle on your breasts while you keep his knot warm.

Maybe it’s a vampire/elf that hasn’t seen his mother in centuries and just needs that affection and unconditional love, who wants to sleepily fuck into you while while you give him lots of affection and encouragement.

He just loves you, you’re his mate, his lover. You’re the only one that can make him feel so soft, so fuzzy and warm inside. He calls you mommy/mama when he cums, and just wants lots of snuggles for aftercare.

Tell him he did a good job, and how much you love him… he really needs to hear it.

Thinking… thinking about this a lot…

[bwanaid]

yandere vampire !! who immediately knows it’s you. His senses are sharp, he’s picky to drinking blood. He’s already craving you !!

yandere vampire !! who’s intoxicated by your scent. it’s rare to find a humans smell so appealing ?! who is all over you leaving bites and marks to show you’re his.

yandere vampire !! who detects your every emotion. feeling sad? you’re all ready in his arms.

yandere vampire !! who sees into your dreams and manipulates them so he’s always on your mind.

yandere vampire !! who relies on you to be his blood bank. Had tried other humans but they are disgusting ^^ sucks you dry until you start to feel light headed and can’t stand no more.

yandere vampire !! who is always lurking in the dark and gets a ring specifically made to protect himself from the sun so you two can spend beautiful moments together.

yandere vampire !! who wanted to turn you since the day he’s laid his eyes on you. “what do you mean you aren’t ready?? don’t you want to be together for eternity?!”.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Feeding

Male Half-Demon Yandere x Gender Neutral Vampire Reader CW: Noncon, blood drinking, biting/cutting for blood, making out, drugged sex, drugged reader, forced addiction, overstimulation, reader fucked well and truly out of their mind whilst high on demon blood, aftercare, general yandere behavior Word count: 1.6k (Sorry this took forever. The image of reader sitting on dick while sucking blood from a wrist was living rent free in my head and I had to write this. Written on my phone, hopefully I fixed all the weird formatting and typos.)

The full moon shone brightly in the clear winter night. With each exhale, your breath plumed out visibly. The shadows of trees stretched long and spindly, grasping for a material world they were incapable of grabbing hold of. You hid amongst the bushes, silently watching the small bar in front of you. It was a secluded place. Quiet and down the road from anything else. Perfect for a person to grab a drink. Even a vampire like yourself. This was your first night in this town, but there were almost always places like this to slake your thirst. 

Wait for a drunk customer to come stumbling out and nab them to have a drink of your own. Then, if you needed to, use your hypnotic powers to make them think it was all a dream. 

That's what you had intended tonight. But then you caught a whiff of a human that smelled much more tempting than any other you had ever encountered. 

The bartender. Your sharp ears could pick up his name even from outside. Wade. Not that you needed to bother knowing it.

You decided to wait for the last lingering patron to leave the bar before sneaking in and making your move. It took a few hours, and your joints grew stiff in the cold, but finally, the bartender was alone, and you could make your move. You were practically salivating as you slipped into the bar, and his scent hit you more directly. You couldn't wait to taste what waited in his veins. Luckily, you didn't have to. 

"Sorry, we've just closed," he said as he heard you enter.

With superhuman speed, you rushed behind him, barely having time to note the surprised expression on his face. 

You wasted no time on pleasantries and sank your fangs into his neck.

Instantly, you were lost in his flavor. His blood was glorious. But after one drink, your eyes glazed and your thoughts were foggy. 

He plucked you off of him easily, and you fell to the floor, dizzy and confused but yearning for more of him. You were so thirsty. A mild sense of euphoria washed over you, but your body felt weak and wobbly. 

Wade stared down at you, smirking. His brown hair turned silver, small black horns sprouted from his forehead, and his hazel eyes glowed red.

"What's wrong? Bit off more than you could chew?"

Not much blood had been consumed, so you started to get to your feet, but Wade wanted you nice and helpless. He rubbed his fingers to the bite mark you had left and shoved his fingers into your mouth and smeared the drug on your tongue. You immediately slumped against the counter.

He went and locked up the bar before returning to your side and administering another hit of his blood. You eagerly drank it up. It was too irresistible. 

Then he gently led you downstairs where he apparently lived. 

"Didn't realize I was part demon or didn’t know demon blood was like a narcotic? Maybe you didn't know either of those..." 

He tossed you on the bed rather unceremoniously.

"Thought you were gonna get an easy meal, but you're gonna feed me too!"

Assuming that he ate beings with magic, you looked up at him with a horrified expression and scrambled to get off the bed. He stopped you and pushed you back.

"I'm nourished by intoxication and addiction the way sex and lust nourishes an incubus," he explained, having noted the fear on your face.

Though you still had a fierce thirst for his blood, you weren't addicted. Yet. Just significantly increased blood cravings. You had the presence of mind to know what he intended, and you didn't want to be a captive.

"You can't do this!"

The effects of his blood on your body were rapidly wearing off. It had only been a small amount. You could use your speed to zip awa-

"I can do whatever I want to a little leech like you~" 

Wade pinned you on the bed and used the sharp nail of his thumb to slice his wrist before shoving his wrist to your mouth. You tried to turn away and keep your mouth closed, but you could feel the warm blood tingle your lips, and the smell was all-encompassing. Tired of your struggles, he smacked you hard across the cheek. You could have shrugged off a strike from a normal human, but he had demonic strength. As he had anticipated, you cried out in pain. With your mouth open, he jammed his bloody wrist right into your mouth. 

Once a drop had touched your tongue for the third time that night, all your resolve melted away. You relaxed under him and greedily lapped at his wrist. Now that it was in you, you needed more.

As you gave into your dark desires and fed off Wade, he fed off the intoxication and the budding addiction growing inside you. 

But the whole situation had his cock straining painfully in his jeans. 

He maneuvered your clothes off as well as his, but your attention was focused on your meal. You whimpered and grabbed for his arm as he pulled it away to lube up his cock. Just because he was doing this for nourishment didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. Besides, being all cute and needy for his blood made you look far too tempting for the half-demon. 

He pulled you into his lap and slid his thick cock into you.

Wade put his arm up to you so you could suckle from his wrist as he slowly fucked into you. A large demonic cock like Wade's would have stretched and hurt the hole of any human, but you were far more durable. In fact, it felt quite nice. His blood seemed to heighten pleasurable sensations while reducing unpleasant ones.

You moaned softly as you fed.

"That's it, take alllll you want babe. I regenerate faster than you can drink."

It must have been true. His wound had healed and you had to bite his wrist to draw more blood. He didn't seem to mind. 

The demon kissed your neck and sucked it softly as he continued pumping into you. Never too hard to interrupt your meal. 

He kept the slow and considerate pace until you had finished. Blood was smeared all over the lower half of your face, your eyes glossy and half lidded. You were barely cognizant of your surroundings anymore. All you knew was that you felt warm, happy, relaxed and, for the first time since you had turned, alive.

Wade angled your face towards him and kissed you deeply from behind, enjoying the taste of blood from your lips and the rush of energy he got from getting you high. He brushed his tongue against your fangs to draw blood so you could suck it while the two of you made out sloppily. The half-demon broke the kiss, a sanguine string of saliva and blood connected your lips for a moment. Wade hastened the tempo of his thrusts into you as his mind raced over the implications of having you. 

A human would have died from just a drink of demon's blood. That's why he blended each bottle of booze in his bar with but a single drop. Just enough to subconsciously coax humans to crave coming back to his bar and give Wade a bit more intoxication to sustain himself. But he didn't have to hold back with you at all. 

Rapturous moans left your body as your pleasure reached its zenith. Your normally frighteningly pale face was actually flushed.

"You enjoying yourself?" Wade smirked and kept going.

You could only weep silently as the overwhelming sensations from the drug and sex mingled into an overwhelming wave of ecstasy bearing down brutally upon you. 

With supernatural stamina he kept going for hours, he readministered his blood as needed. Every time he made you cum you whimpered. Each orgasm seemed to hold within it a greater and greater threat of throwing you off the brink of sanity and shattering your mind. 

By the end of it, when he had finally had enough after filling you with cum over and over again, you were a shaky drooling mess. His demonic features faded away as he picked you up. Then he took you to the tub and bathed you gently, getting all the dried blood off your face and cleaning up all the semen leaking from your hole. 

"Sorry I had to give you so much. Have to get you hooked on it."

Wade picked you up and wrapped you in a soft towel. You were too out of it to respond.

"The crashes aren't bad though at least. Extreme cravings but no life threatening illness or anything."

He kissed your forehead and tucked you in before getting under the covers and spooning you. 

"You're gonna love it here I promise. All the blood you want. I'm not just keeping you here to feed me, I could see glimpses inside your mind when your inebriation nourished me."

The half-demon ran a hand soothingly up and down your side.

"I know we're compatible lovers. You'll see."

You could hear his words but could just barely process them. 

"B-but.." You protested weakly.

"Hush now. You need to rest."

He put his arm around your waist and held you protectively. It was so much easier to just let sleep claim you than it was to resist.

Wade stayed up far longer though. All the thoughts of the wonderful life you two would share together running through his head and keeping him awake. It would be amazing. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

He'd treat you so well and make sure his little vampire was always happy. And he'd keep you hopelessly addicted to his blood. You'd be so helpless and dependent on him that you'd simply never be able to escape.

[kikyoupdates]

Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒

yandere!vampires x f!reader

yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader

Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.

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Certain people are dealt a shittier hand in life than others, and unfortunately, you are one of those people.

Life has never been easy for you. As far back as you can remember, it's been one shitstorm after the other. Your parents are as good as dead to you, because all they ever did was make reckless choices and run away, leaving you to clean up their mess. That's how, at the young age of twenty, you've already got more debt than the average person could ever fathom.

Still, you make do. You hustle as best you can to get through one day and move on to the next. It's exhausting, and sometimes it feels like you're ready to give up, but against all odds, you persevere.

"That'll be 50 credits," the cashier says.

You let out a sigh and give her your card. Everything is so goddamn expensive these days. Even a simple grocery trip feels like a big slap in the face.

"Oh. Sorry," she blinks. "It's been declined. Do you have any other form of payment on hand?"

Shit. This one too?

You mumble an apology and dig through your wallet again. Thankfully, you happen to have enough cash to cover the cost. Just barely.

"Thank you for shopping with us," the cashier recites monotonously. She packs your groceries in a bag and hands it to you, then gestures for the next customer to step forward.

You leave the store the same as always, feeling worn-down and discouraged. You'll have to apply for a new card, but who knows when they'll send it to you. Goddammit. You're already scraping the bottom of the barrel as is. You hardly have enough emergency savings to last until then.

It's a shitty day, and unfortunately for you, it's about to get even worse.

"[Name]," a distinct, familiar voice mutters. You flinch at the sound, nearly dropping your grocery bag in the process. There's a man standing outside your apartment complex. A man that always makes your stomach crease in discomfort.

You instinctively step back. "I don't want any trouble, Johnny. Please, can I just get through?"

He ignores you and walks over, and while you stand there, stiff from fright, he peeks into your grocery bag and hums, visibly amused.

"Not exactly a lavish dinner," he chuckles. "But I guess you've got no choice but to be frugal, huh?"

"I just want to go home," you plead. "Please. Don't do this."

Alas, Johnny has never been one to give a shit about your circumstances, and today is no exception.

"I haven't been getting the money you promised me," he glares. "You've been late on your payments, and I'm really starting to lose my patience here."

You try to protest, but he wraps his hand around your throat and forcibly pins you against a wall. He isn't applying too much pressure, not yet, but the threat is there all the same.

"You owe me money, [Name]." His pupils constrict, a telltale sign that he's furious. "I'm done with your shitty excuses. If you can't make good on your promises, then you pay the price. This is the way the world works."

He holds you there, just so he can watch you whimper and cower in fear, then he eventually releases his hold on you and steps away.

"I'm giving you one more week," he says. "If you don't come up with the amount we agreed on in one week, I might seriously have to kill you. And don't even think of running away like your parents did. I'm sure as hell not gonna make the same mistake twice."

Johnny walks off with a steady, relaxed gait and his hands buried in his pockets. It's that easy for him. He can threaten an innocent woman and not think anything of it, the sick bastard.

You sniffle and resist the urge to cry. Fuck your parents. All they ever did was ruin your life. You have no idea where they're hiding right now, but for their own sake, they had better not show their faces around you ever again.

Still. There's no point in lamenting what can't be changed. Your parents are gone. It's up to you to remedy this situation and pay that disgusting loan shark back.

The question is, how?

How in the world will you pull that off? You barely make enough to eat two meals a day and cover your rent, let alone the steep cost of your debts.

It just seems like a lost cause. You've been working yourself to the bone, but you still can't even make a dent in what your parents owe. It's all too much to bear. It makes you want to forfeit your life entirely. At least then, you might finally be able to rest in peace.

Weighed down by the hopelessness of your situation, you trudge into your crappy studio apartment, chuck the groceries in the fridge, and plop down on the couch, defeated.

I guess it's time to look for another job. Something I can squeeze into my schedule. I can probably survive without sleeping a few days in a row, right?

You chuckle brokenly and scroll through your phone, looking for anything you might have a shot at. Finding a good job in this city is yet another hopeless dream for someone like you, who didn't go to college and doesn't have any other notable qualifications. All of your current jobs may as well be paying you dirt, which is why you can never meet Johnny's ridiculous demands.

You're just about to give up and go make yourself a rather pathetic dinner, when suddenly, something catches your eye.

[𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛]: 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀-𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝘀.

Vampires. Not long ago, a law was passed, granting vampires access to the city. More and more of them seem to be moving here, the central hub of the country. Of course, most people felt uncomfortable with this change, but it seems to be a necessary step in fighting back against years of discrimination. Humans naturally fear vampires, and the government is doing everything it can to integrate them into society.

Since drinking blood by force is considered a crime, this program is most likely a way for vampires to obtain their blood safely and without any consequence, just so long as people are willing to sign up for it.

You take a moment to assess your situation. You have almost no money to your name, and there's a greedy loan shark that's just itching to torture you if you fail to pay him back in time. If you don't get some money, and fast, you're probably headed for the afterlife.

That being said, you've never encountered a vampire before. You've heard all sorts of horror stories about them. That they're physically stronger than humans, have more acute senses, and could easily bludgeon you to death if they wanted to.

But even if that's actually true, how is it any different than what Johnny will do to you if you don't pay him back?

You press your lips together. Perhaps there's no harm in trying at least once and seeing how it'll go. It's not like you're guaranteed to get accepted for the program anyways. And besides, this is being implemented by the government, so surely, they won't allow any humans to come to harm in the process.

Above all else, you are incredibly desperate, with very little to lose.

So, you decide to take a gamble.

𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗬 [𝗫]?

...

Your luck might finally be changing for the better, or maybe they're just desperate for applicants, but either way, you got the job.

It was a bit tedious. The screening process was rather lengthy, and they made you do quite a few medical tests to ensure you didn't have any infectious diseases or anything like that. You suppose having a clean bill of health is the one thing required for this position, considering you'll be giving your blood to someone else. Thankfully, even though your life is shit, you've always been rather sturdy, which is the only reason you've lasted this long.

You're currently walking through a glossy white corridor. The building you're in is polished and sleek, some kind of medical company that's been researching vampires for quite a long time. They call themselves Plasma Inc., which is a bit tacky, but you're certainly in no position to judge.

The doctor escorting you holds a clipboard against his chest, and glances over at you every so often.

"We're almost there," he says. After a brief pause, he adds, "There's no need to be nervous."

Honestly, you're a little nervous, but only because you've never done this before. Giving your blood to a vampire... it all sounds so farfetched. You really didn't think this was something you'd ever be doing.

But beggars can't afford to be choosers.

"For the client's privacy and peace of mind, there aren't any cameras inside the room. We will not be able to see or hear anything that happens in there. You signed the confidentiality clause, so please keep in mind that you will be liable for any private information that you happen to disclose."

You knew as much going into this. There's no point in psyching yourself out. Everything's going to be fine. This is all perfectly safe.

...it should be, at least.

"Whenever you're ready," the doctor says. He's stopped in front of a door, and you instinctively gulp as you imagine what—or rather, who—is on the other side.

Okay, then. No reason to back out now. You chose this. It's a desperate measure, and sure, you'll lose a bit of blood in the process, but if it helps you pay off your debt and get back on your feet, then it's easily worth it.

"I'm ready," you say.

The doctor nods briefly, offers you an encouraging smile, then opens the door.

It closes behind you right away, and your eyes instinctively search the room until they land on a motionless, seated figure.

It's a man. Well, a vampire, but still a man. Deep down, you'd been hoping that it might be a woman. A man seems somewhat more intimidating, although you suppose all vampires are stronger than humans, so it wouldn't have made a difference either way.

He's beautiful, though. Vampires are scarce in numbers, and they don't usually go out during the day, so it's unlikely that you would have ever passed by one. But you've only ever heard people speak of them in frightening terms. Never in a million years did you imagine they'd be so utterly gorgeous. Or perhaps this particular vampire is simply an exception.

You don't quite realize how much time you've spent fawning over his appearance until he suddenly stands up.

Instinctively, you flinch, and it's clear that it doesn't go unnoticed.

He narrows his eyes. "If you're not comfortable doing this, you're welcome to leave. I was told that the humans who signed up for this program were all completely willing. I have no intention of taking your blood without your full cooperation."

"Oh. S-Sorry," you stammer. "I'm not uncomfortable. I guess I'm just a little bit starstruck. It's my first time meeting a vampire."

"There's no need to gawk at me. I'm not some animal trapped inside a cage."

He has a rather harsh tongue, but again, you're in no position to judge. Perhaps your reaction offended him, unintentional as it may have been.

"Sorry," you say again, then you offer him a weak smile. "Um... I'm [Name]. I'm not really sure what the etiquette for this sort of thing is, but it's nice to meet you."

It takes him a while to respond. He studies you quietly with those mesmerizing eyes of his, and the silence is awkward, to say the least.

"I'm Xavier," he finally replies. He frowns a bit. "But I didn't come here to chat. If you're ready, I'll like to move on with this as soon as possible."

Right. He's here for the same reason you are. It's not an opportunity for the two of you to exchange pleasantries.

You're here to sell your blood, and he's here to drink it.

"Okay," you swallow. Now that it's come down to it, you can feel your heart beating faster by the second. But this is fine. This is nothing. Compared to all the shit you've already been through, this may as well be a walk in the park.

You walk over to him, taking slow, careful steps, then you sit down in one of the chairs. He does the same, staring at you without blinking the whole time. You watch as he shuffles a bit closer, and he uses his fingers to pull down the collar of your shirt slightly. You shiver at the sensation of his skin brushing against yours. God, his hands are cold.

Xavier stares right into your eyes. "This is your last chance to back out. If you tell me to stop now, I will, but otherwise, I'll take it that you've agreed to move on."

"I'm fine," you reassure. Despite the fact that your stomach is a bundle of nerves right now, you're determined to press on. You need this. There's simply no other option.

You'll do whatever it takes to live on, even if it means selling the very essence that grants you life in the first place.

"Okay," Xavier says, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His jaw unhinges, and the last thing you see before you squeeze your eyes shut is the pearly-white color of his bright, glistening fangs.

He bites into your neck.  

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[titania-sleeps]

Human Bloodbag Yandere x Vampire Reader

so i totally lied when i said i would wait until next month to post this. i offer you another good boy.

as a note, his characterization is a little different from my initial idea of him but i ended up liking this more. there's no explicit scene in here except a lil biting here and there but that won't be true for future Dion works >:3

• Dion was born and bred your bloodbag. From birth until the moment he dies, he will be your bloodbag.

• Dion never really had a choice. In the world that he knew, all humans were subservient to their vampiric masters. His parents were never truly his; they were the servants of Mordred the Terrifying. Like all the other human children in this world, his blood was crafted with a specific monster in mind.

• Dion's blood was sweet. Pure saccharine and hints of despair. He was mixed with you in mind, a candidate to replace one in the Council of the Elder Ancestors.

• Dion first met you when you were six and he was seven. He was struck with both an intense loathing and a gentle warmth. His master was standing in front of him, yet he couldn't bear to look at you in the eyes. You weren't impressed with him either, but at the very least, you didn't look at him with contempt.

• Dion spent the month as your personal servant under the instruction of your governess, Madam Lilith Hatheway. He learned to distinguish the sickly pleasantries of poison from your plain juice. He learned to fend off potential enemies and greet your benefactors. He learned the sharpness of knives and how humans could bleed ever so easily. He learned hatred, abhorrence, desperation, eagerness, joy, and elation all in the time he spent with you.

• Dion nearly fled the day he was meant to be bitten by you. Fear coursed through his veins, but Madam Lilith held him still and your eyes were daggers pinning him to the ground. You approached him with a simple glide of your steps, and your teeth were upon his exposed neck before a scream could escape his throat.

• Dion's vision grew blurry as the world spun around him. Or perhaps the world was spinning around you and he was caught up in it. You are the gravity of his world and he had to fall into you. You remained attached to his neck for an eternity, and he soon found himself losing consciousness.

• Dion woke up the next day, having grown to be eight years of human age, and you sitting next to his bedside. He was distinctly alive, yet also empty of what little fear and life he had clung onto so desperately in the last month.

• Dion listened to you closely as you explained with thinly veiled concern that he was now bonded to you. For as long as you were alive, he would be too. Under your curse, he would no longer experience the same emotions as a free human. Instead, his emotions would slowly be replaced by an undeniable sense of servitude towards you.

• Dion couldn't mourn the passing of what he had never possessed. He accepted his fate and swore his loyalty to you. You looked displeased.

• Dion remained by your side for the next hundred years as you matured. You treated him coldly but not unkindly. Perhaps it was because of your bitter nature that he never grew the attachment for you that he was promised. But he was fond of you, and it was not due to fate or the blood bond that the two of you shared that created this emotion in him.

• Dion never faulted you for binding him to you. The Elder Ancestors demanded you to bite him, and he knew you couldn't deny them. You were six, and they were more than six thousand.

• Dion knew too well the emotions that went through you every day. He could feel it from your gaze and from the blood in his veins. Guilt, displeasure, fear, and a sprinkle of affection. And as he gazed back into your eyes, he knew that you were just like him. A cog in the machinations of this limiting cage, engineered and designed to sustain itself for centuries upon centuries.

• Dion blamed it on his faulty sense of camaraderie, but he couldn't help himself from trying to get closer to you. Another decade passed before he saw your sincere smile for the first time. But it wasn't directed at him.

• Dion, for the first time, understood what others would call "blood boiling." His body was heated in fury as you exchanged casual pleasantries with another vampire gentleman your age. You seemed to be immediately infatuated with his dark brows and suave demeanor, but Dion didn't let it advance. For years upon years, he has known you to be a glacial creature, blue blood and ice running in your veins. Are you only now to tell him that you could experience the same joy and despair that he could?

• Dion intercepted this shameful display of... of whatever it was. You were of greater nobility than this meager creature, so there was no need for you to be conversing so vibrantly with him.

• Dion drove the man away and you brought Dion home in a fit of rage. You were still young and he was not much older than you, but even then, he felt you were being unreasonable. You claimed that he was jealous because of the blood bond you shared with him, but he knew that couldn't have been the case. It was not gentle jealousy that he held towards the man, but righteous anger.

• Dion succumbed himself to your punishment, which was rather weak for how furious you seemed. He was roughly pushed onto your bed, your fangs baring at him. The bite was filled with your sadness and loneliness, and he embraced your form joyously.

• Dion didn't push you away as you sucked his blood endlessly. The venom you injected into him filled him with adult pleasure*. He held his body still as his arms pulled you even closer to him. Throwing his head back, he laughed. It was a carefree sound, not at all suitable for a bird in a cage. His laugh startled you and you unmounted your fangs from his neck, staring at him incredulously.

• Dion urged you to continue sucking his blood. He would agree to give you him wholly if you would only suck his blood and only his. You were confused; he was already yours in name and in blood. What more of him could he give you? Then you peered into his eyes.

• Dion's eyes were the color of turbulent waves that swept and drowned those who were unwary. They held the deepest of blues and the darkest of greys. A treasure trove of desires and epiphanies opened to you as you dove deeper.

• Dion cocked his head to the side, baring his neck. Your puncture brought pink to the skin surrounding the wound, but no blood seeped out. A knowing smile danced on his lips.

• Dion was a monster you created. So you have to take responsibility for him.

* my vampire headcanon is that you don't get the aphrodisiac or whatever tf vampires inject into their victims until you come of age

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[kiasnocturnality]

Which one of your characters has a thing for (consensual) hypno during sex? How would they react to their s/o asking them to be hypnotized? 👀

✩⋆ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: alois leblanc, desdemona nausikáa, va'ariniel ninelhuinn-taezerilen, taruqu'inel taezerilen 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: hehe this sounded fun <3 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, hypno kink, dubcon

. * ⋆ . · 　. ALOIS LEBLANC

✭ context is what matters most to this vampire. He finds it rather dull to hypnotise you if you're just together in bed like any other night. He'd much rather know you're giving yourself to him of your own will and desire.

✭ however, if you've decided to initiate a chase, he'll love to hypnotise you once he gets close enough. He wants to see the foggy confusion as you forget why you were running at all and start to stumble as though sleepwalking straight into his arms. He'll weaken his hold over your mind once he's securely squeezing you close to him with a fanged grin.

✭ "Oh? Have you had a change of heart, my sunlight~?"

. * ⋆ . · 　. DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA

✭ oh she'll love to do it. Desdemona has the most powerful hypnosis out of everyone here and can completely override your will with just a spoken word. But she won't just agree to it, oh no. She'll stay completely silent while you beg for it.

✭ She wants to prove that you're so desperate to be under her control even without her persuading you to feel such a way. She's smile at you with her black cherry lips as you kneel at her feet. Maybe she'll even reach out and stroke your cheek with her knuckles just to let you know when you're starting to do a good enough job of begging.

✭ "That's my sweet little thing... you'll listen to every word I say, won't you? You need my commands more than anything else in the world..."

. * ⋆ . · 　. VA’ARINIEL

✭ Va'ari knows she's a bit of a control freak and that extends to the bedroom too when she's not in the mood to just unwind and be the one getting pampered; so, you catch her interest when you suggest she mesmerise you in bed.

✭ she'll agree but she won't do it right away, oh no. She'll wait until she's settled between your thighs with her fingers curling up to rub against your sweet spot each time she pistons her two fingers in and out of your sticky pussy. She only needs to make eye contact with you to mesmerise you and so, just as you're on the verge of orgasm...

✭ "look at me, sweetheart. There you go~ don't look away... don't cum. You're not allowed to cum until I say so~"

. * ⋆ . · 　. TARUQU’INEL

✭ Taru... isn't actually all that into it. You're his piece of truth in his charade of a life and he wants to always see you as your most authentic self, never being pupeteered the way he is every day.

✭ though, it does give him another idea... for a split second, he mesmerises you and claims he's changed his mind, letting that warm and fuzzy feeling fall over you to lure him into believing he's keeping your mind hostage. Between slow, firm thrusts into your warm walls, he kisses and nibbles your ear as he asks you filthy questions and you answer honestly each time, believing you're being made to do so.

✭ "Look at how filthy you are... moaning all these dirty answers out f'me..." He laughs lowly, "And you haven't even been mesmerised at all..."

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[misstycloud]

Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

-

[omgeveryusernameistakenicanteven]

Masterlist

These are all of the stories I've written so far.

If Reader is male or female I will write M!Reader or F!Reader. If gender isn't specified here it is not specified in the story.

Fallout 4:

A Promise of Warmth - Kent Connolly x Sole - F

Sunshine on a Rainy Day - John Hancock x Sole

Marvel:

Monotony - Deadpool x Reader

Totally Awesome (Pt 2 to Monotony) - Deadpool x Reader - NSFW

Harry Potter:

A Compromise - Severus Snape x F!Reader/OC

A Compromise Ch 2 - Severus Snape x F!Reader/OC

Draco Malfoy Crush Headcannons - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Predator/Alien:

Male Yautja Courting Headcannons - M!Yautja x Reader

Female Yautja Courting Headcannons - F!Yautja x Reader

Original Characters:

A Vampire, Not a Monster! - Vampire OC x Reader

[monstersholygrail]

Monster bfs and their reaction to you getting hurt by little inconsequential things that you react to in pain at first but then they wildly overexaggerate.

Werewolf bf would hear you whimper and come running to find you. He sees you have a splinter and he’s whining and whimpering at the irritated skin on your finger. With his claws he carefully gets it out of you before licking it and nuzzling into your palm. Before you can even argue he’s saying you’re too hurt to do anything else today and brings you into the bed for cuddles.

Vampire bf smells you before he hears you cry out in pain. In a flash he’s by your side, eyes wild as he looks over you. When he sees the small cut on your leg his heart lurches, even when you say it looks worse than it is. He falls to his knees before you, his mind a cloud of worry and hunger. He laps at your cut, slowly licking the wound to reveal it in its entirety. Despite the way his veins hum with the taste of your blood his love for you is more pressing and so he runs to grab your frequently used roll of gauze and patches you up.

Dragon bf has loved having you in his cave and among his hoard. You’re his most treasured possession after all so there is no where else that you belong except by his side. But when you stumble and slide down a mountain of gold, hitting your head on an old crown, your bf cares no longer for any of his treasures besides you. Despite your protests he moves all of his treasure to the back of the cave before filling the rest of it with the fluffiest pillows and the softest blankets. Making sure that if you ever fall again it will only be met with comfort.

Orc bf who always displayed his weapon collection with pride. But he comes rushing over as soon as he hears you yelp, only to discover you ended up pricking yourself on the sharp spikes of one of his clubs. You try to assure him that you’re fine and it just surprised you. But when you come home the next day you see them nowhere to be found. Ready to give your bf a firm talking to, he directs your gaze upwards where he’s displayed his weapons much higher up now to not risk you getting hurt. He stubbornly refuses to move them back down when you talk to him and there’s no way you can reach or even carry them to put them back. Your orc bf explains that it’s worth them being harder to see so long as you’re safe.

God, there are so many more I could do but I didn’t want to make this too long.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Yandere!Vampire that was once royalty, living in a dilapidated castle, alone and depressed. As a human, he was surrounded by people. Everyone adored him, his golden curls and warm brown eyes charming the hearts of every noble that set eyes on him.

That was until his family was slaughtered by a coven of vampires, leaving him the only survivor. Now with no family, he was turned away from the nobles that once gathered at his side, calling him beautiful and intelligent. Now he was a beast, and was only left alive because no one dared to touch him.

As the years passed by, all that knew of his existence died out, meaning no one remembered or cared for him. In the past, he had at least been grateful he had been in someone’s thoughts, even if it was in a negative light. Now, no one even hated him. He was just nonexistent to the world outside his castle.

Centuries passed by, every day slowly picking at the last bits of his sanity. Days of past grandeur and the current day mixed together, leaving him in a state where he couldn’t tell whether he was back in the living arms of his family, or wandering the dark, crumbling hallways of his childhood home.

It was only when a soft, warm light flooded one of the abandoned rooms he had been standing in that the fog in his brain began to fade, allowing him to see what was in front of him for the first time in decades.

It was you, a young woman in a hoodie and jeans, holding a flashlight. You lived only a mile away, and had been exploring when you came upon ruins of what seemed like an ancient castle.

You had heard rumors of a person that wandered the ruins from the townsfolk, and old tales of vampires that had been passed down by tongue for centuries. Not believing them, you decided to see for yourself…

Your light shone upon what you first thought was an ethereal ghost or some kind of beautiful spirit. A man with a mop of blonde curls, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful pair of ruby red eyes you’ve ever seen stared back at you.

The person attempted to speak, but clutched his throat, as if he hadn’t spoken in so long, his vocal cords had forgotten how.

“H-hello?”

The man perked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes clearing up. It seemed just hearing another human speak made his undead heart leap, and he couldn’t help but stumble towards you.

You yelped when he crossed the room within seconds and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply.

The smell of another person, of sweat and perfume mixing together to make your own unique scent made him want to sob.

Of course you were freaked out, but the man holding onto you wasn’t hurting you, and you could feel warm tears soaking through your shirt. How could you turn away someone that was obviously in distress?

Unsurprisingly, the man followed you home. It didn’t take a genius to realize he wasn’t human. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, with no pulse or any color to his cheeks. His eyes were scarlet, a shade you had never seen a human have before.

Despite knowing this, you couldn’t help but care for him. He was thin, malnourished, with clothing that was so old and dirty that it nearly crumbled when he took them off.

“Are you hungry?”

You had taken to asking only yes or no questions, since he couldn’t speak. The man frowned, his eyes getting foggy for a second. You decided to ask again.

“Hello? Are you-“

He suddenly snapped back into reality, leaning forward to gently place his lips on your neck. You squeaked out in surprise when you felt his teeth sink into your neck… but it didn’t hurt. Instead, you only felt an uncomfortable pressure and draining sensation, and before long he was pulling back.

“Mmph…” he panted softly, blood running down his chin. “Was… so… thirsty…” he managed to say, his voice hoarse and small.

He cupped your cheek, holding your face in his hands and looking down at you with what could only be described as utter adoration.

“My love…”

From that point on, he was attached to your hip, following you everywhere you went like a lovesick puppy. Any time you were separated, he had severe anxiety, going back and forth from his dreamworld and reality. It was his coping mechanism, but it caused him to never understand what was real and what wasn’t.

You grounded him, made him feel safe and loved. Oh how he adored you. You had saved him from his lonely existence and taken him into your home as if he were a stray dog, and he was loyal like one. His loyalty came at a price, however, and that price was your freedom to do as you pleased.

Late nights out with friends became next to nonexistent, especially if he knew there would be any males there.

“I just want to protect you, my beloved. It’s a dangerous, cruel world. People will act as if they love you when they do not…”

And as you slowly became more and more isolated, his affections only grew. Kisses to your hand began to trail up your arm and to your neck. Snuggles turned into grinding and heavy petting, and even the most innocent of caresses became lewd in nature.

It didn’t take long for him to fuck you for the first time. After all, he had been pent up and alone for centuries, resisting taking you on the spot was excruciating.

The second he sunk into your pussy, he came. You were just so warm and your scent made his head fuzzy. He couldn’t help but fuck into you like a wild animal, feeding from your pretty neck as he filled you up over and over.

After the first time, a day didn’t pass by when he didn’t crave your intimate touch. Some days he was satisfied with heavy petting and kisses, others he couldn’t be satiated until his face was between your legs, lapping at your cunt for hours.

You were his, his mate, his lover. He couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore, so could you really blame him when he clung to you so tightly?

He just loved you, and he did such a good job at keeping you satisfied, just enough to where you didn’t look into the missing cases of your old lovers and male friends.

Why would you need to pay attention to any of that when your loving, attentive boyfriend was right there, ready to worship you from head to toe?

[silken-moonlight]

Vampire Sugar Daddy and your warmth

Your body heat is the only thing that truly warms him. He is always cold, so very cold. No one else's warmth has gotten through his skin, but yours.

He noticed it after the first time he placed his head on your lap, almost startled at how warm you were. Trying to deny himself such comfort, but in the end, he caved in.

The weekend he took you with him to his mansion, he was all over you. Hugging you from behind, his cold hands always resting somewhere on you. His favorite was to nuzzle his face into your neck and hold you impossibly close.

It was the first thing he sought when he woke up when the sun rose. He nearly ran to your side. So when he woke up on Sunday and felt warmth, your warmth...He could not believe it. You lay there, cuddled up beside him. You must have snuck in after sunrise.

On this day, you made an ancient vampire weep, tears of blood staining his cheeks.

If you thought you were pampered by him before, then you were wrong.