#vampire x vampire hunter

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Vampire x Vampire hunter au … let’s get working

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Nini, what about vampire Fyodor x vampire hunter reader (〜^∇^)〜 like you’ve been assigned to hunt down and bring the head of Fyodor Dostoevsky to uhh.. a king idk.

So you track Fyodor down and instead make a deal with him. You won’t kill him and actually let him feed off you and he lets you fuck him (ゝз╹)

At first he’s hesitant. A well ranked hunter coming to him and proposing a friends with benefits arrangement sounds pretty suspicious, but hearing the offer that you let him feed off you makes him agree since it’s an easy meal and he was planning on betraying you later on.

Thats until he’s bent down on all fours and being pounded like wild animals in heat. The vampire is so touch starved that he can’t handle the pleasure and tries biting anything he can (let’s just say you were left with a bunch of bite marks) After that experience he traps you in his manor and begs you to stay with him, maybe he turns you into a vampire as well

-🍮

I had so much fun writing this haha, and I had to brainstorm trying to fill in some plot holes

Dom!reader x sub!vampire!fyodor

Warning: teasing, pet name (lil’ vamp), pegging (I use dick), a tiny bit of dacryphilia, biting, hierophilia (blood), vampirism, contract sex

Edit: I think I’m based towards fyodor, this ended up so long again-

You were a mercenary, one specified in hunting down those bloodsucking monsters known as vampires. Your name was infamous among the humans and vampire race, known for your amazing methods and efficient execution. Though you don’t care much about fame, the only good things about it is it lands you many missions. Which is why you’ve been summoned to the castle of a faraway country, one that resides close to a forbidden forest.

These mysterious forests are strictly forbidden due to vampires living within them. It’s always dark and quiet in those places, befitting their taste. So you might think it’s alright if people just don’t go into the woods. Sadly something like that can’t be prevented. There are many valuable resources beneath these trees, and everyone is dying to get their hands on those. The price for material from the forest is also really high, and sometimes that’s the only hope for the commoners.

Even though it’s been agreed upon that humans shall not disturb the vampires for they own safety, your client, the king, wanted to raid the forest. He had his eyes set on the wood planted around the mansion of the monster, it had a beautiful dark colour and was very sturdy. Yet out of fear for the power of the entity, he didn’t dare set a single foot into the woods. That’s when you come into the spotlight, he wanted you, the most famous vampire hunter, to take care of this. Once the vampire is gone, he won’t be breaking any rules, right?

This was a common case for you, everyone used you to do their dirty work. That’s the life of a mercenary, disposable and self-destructive.

You walked through the lavish halls of the king, meeting him in his throne hall. He didn’t spare you more then one glance, shouting loud enough for his voice to bounce off the walls, “y/n, vampire hunter. I have an honorary task for you. I want you to bring me the head of the demon Fyodor Dostoyevsky and for that you’ll be greatly rewarded.”

Despite it sounding grandiose and imposing you knew how to stand your ground, asking for the exact amount you’ll be rewarded and an advance payment. The king on the other hand refused to answer, saying he doesn’t want you to run off with the money. What a joke, your previous feats aren’t just for show after all. There was no helping it, that’s life. You swallowed your anger and left, rolling your eyes as you prepared to set off.

The home of that demon was grande, almost as huge as the castle, he sure loved luxury. You circled around the house to secure your escape route before heading inside, the door opened with a climatic creak. What a cliche, does vampires not know how to take care of their home? Without sparing it too much thought, you stepped inside and called out for that monster, wondering why the ruler knew his name. They must have a long history between them.

“Fyodor! Heyyy, come out, do me a favour and make this easy.” You yelled, and soon enough, a shadow emerged from behind you. Before you got the chance to turn around, he mumbled with grace and elegance, “Y/n, the vampire’s greatest enemy. The one who pulled out the fangs of Dracula with your bare hand, and forced him to drink the blood of his comrades.” A shiver ran down your spine at his voice, it was low and pretty, enough to stir something inside you.

“That’s an exaggeration, I never did such things.” You turned around and chuckled, staring into his purple eyes. Before you stood a black haired young man with a puffy shirt and fitted pants. He wore many silver accessories, tons of necklaces hung around his neck. His appearance was very eye-catching, pretty features and pale skin, sickly so. “…but I may have a record of flirting with the enemy.” After seeing how beautiful he was, you decided to indulge yourself, flirting with him.

He didn’t pay your words any attention, instead he continued with his speech, “Mortal children strived to be like you, while we use your stories to scare the kids.” You stopped, a sense of pride engulfing you from the inside. “My, I am quite famous after all.” Fyodor furrowed his brows, as if he’s agitated, then he relaxed his expression and said, “I knew you’d come for me one day. And, I’m dying to try out your blood.” After saying that, he licked his lips before covering his mouth with his hand.

You laughed, catching him off guard. The sound of your voice was annoying, he felt like you were mocking him. Then you teased, “dear, do you really think you can touch my blood?” That was clearly a provocation, you looked down on him. He clicked his tongue, glaring at you. The moment you blinked, he rushed over to you, planning on taking you out with one swoop attack. You dodged him with ease, commenting, “not bad, but is this all?” And he ignored your remarks once more.

Seeing how serious he was, you’ll have to stop the joking soon as well. To be honest you weren’t in the mood for fighting, which is why you suggested, “How about this, fyodor-” “I didn’t give you permission to use my name.” He snapped, showing his fangs. “…then, lil’ vamp it is.” You chuckled, noticing how that pet name annoyed him further. “How about a deal? I’ll spare your life and you can have as much of my blood as I’m able to give you.” His pointy ears perked, intrigued by this proposal. It sounded enticing, but there’s nothing for free in this world.

“And what do you get out of this?” Fyodor asked, keeping his distance. He wasn’t going to heed the rules of a deal anyway, especially when made with a human. “Allow me to be a bit crude, but I want you to sell your body to me.” The boy froze in place, eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Were you aware of the implications of your own words? Was this another one of your mockery, your way of insulting him? “What makes you think I’d agree?” He questioned you, staring at your face with his scarlet eyes, trying to read you.

“I’m simply proposing a deal, you can decline or agree, it’s up to you.” Somehow you managed to sound unbothered and cheery despite the situation. No matter how fyodor wanted to decline, he knew this was his chance. If you fought with him seriously, he would eventually lose. Now, with you giving him new opportunities, he had to take them and put it to good use. “I’ll accept this for now, so, show me how sincere you are.” The demon demanded, and you answered with, “my pleasure, please show me to your room.”

Who would have known a day like this would come, where he got shoved into his own room, pinned to his own bed and humiliated in front of a human. It didn’t take long until you got him bend over on all fours, face pressed into his soft pillows. Any of his attempts to overpower you were futile, because you were physically stronger than him. That allowed you to pretty much manhandle him, denying him access to your neck. Once you got him into this vulnerable position, you didn’t held yourself back, asking him one last time if your deal still stands. After he nodded, you went all in.

Now you were breathing heavily while slowly entering his hole. His rim was tight and didn’t allow you any entrance, but you stayed stubborn, gently pushing your way in. “You are so tight, lil’ vamp.” You muttered, occasionally glancing over at him to see how well his reaction is. “Nghhh…! S-slow down, it hurts!” Fyodor groaned, cheeks flushed red as he realized the situation he was in, and that he never shared such intimate moments with anyone before. “…if I go any slower I wouldn’t be moving anymore.” You tried to reason with him, leaning down to press your body against his.

“HnnGh… t-then pull out…” He snarled, glaring at you while he felt your skin against his back, pressing him down, reminding him of your presence. How did things turn out like this? Why was he participating in such vulgar acts with his greatest enemy…? “Do you want me to? Then you won’t get my blood as well.” You whispered into his ear, licking his earlobe and the earring he wore. “Ha-haahhhH…! No, d-don’t.” The boy gasped, and you weren’t sure what he meant. But he seems to be enjoying himself, so you continued.

His hands gripped the white sheets with all the remaining strength he had, his ass reddened as he struggled to take you whole. That poor guy’s entire body was shivering, shaking as he tried to get used to this pressing sensation inside him. He could feel you stretching him apart, rubbing against his squishy walls. You smiled as you observed his efforts, one hand clasped over his hand as you intertwining your fingers with his. He had sharp nails, you could even call them claws. So you were worried that he’d poke holes into his sheets.

Your other hand explored his body, trailing down his spine with your fingertips, brushing over his body as if you were caressing a flower. “Hmm..! Uh-uhhng..! It f-feels weird..” It tickled him, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable, at least he thinks it wasn’t. Next, you stroke his silky hair before grabbing his hip and mumbling tenderly, “you are doing good, don’t worry I plan on being nice for today.” What do you mean for today…?

Soon, your hips met with his, and you stopped moving until you were sure he was alright. “Good job.” You said, rubbing his blushing cheeks slightly. Then you held your wrist right in front of him, inviting him to bite you, giving him your approval. Without any once of hesitation, he sunk his teeth into your flesh, sucking viciously. He was feeling so weak from your actions, he needed that replenishment. Since he was distracted, you took that chance to start moving again, making sure to take your sweet time. Well, he looked like he’d break if you weren’t gentle with him. He had such a slim and frail physic after all. Just look at his waist, it’s so skinny you fear you could accidentally break him into two pieces.

Fyodor suck on your wrist, mind getting cloudy from the taste of your sweet blood. It tasted amazing, and it made him feel all foggy inside. As if he was getting drunk on it, addicted even. He made sure not to waste a single drop, lips pressed against your skin while he gulped down more and more of your vitality. Apparently he was so distracted he didn’t notice you pounding his cute ass, not until it was too late. You fucked him slowly but roughly, each time you’d thrust yourself as deep inside him as you could, feeling him clench around you so sweetly.

“HnMnh, nghh…” the vampire only whimpered meekly as he sipped your blood contently, feeling pleasure blossom everywhere inside him. You eventually quickened your pace, now rutting into him without any care in the world. It was instantly met with his mewling, a high pitched noise as he screamed in ecstasy. Fyodor couldn’t pull his thoughts together, tongue hanging out as some tears rolled down his face.

Then you pulled your wrist away from him, saying, “that’s enough for now. If you want more, you gotta work hard.” His eyes bore such a pitiful look as he begged you for more, face melting as he moaned around you, some of your blood sticking to his lips. “Ahhh… it felt so good, I-i don’t wanna stop..” he admit, hands shaking underneath you, his primal urges kicking in, infesting his desires and hunger.

“What is it that you want, fyodor?” The way you voiced his name made his knees go weak, tremble even. He panted heavily, trying to fill his lungs with air, to keep his composure. “I-I want more blood… I want your blood.” You smiled, seeing him so desperate fed into your own desires. And you felt like if you denied him any longer he was going to cry, considering his eyes were getting watery already. “Then come here, lil’ vamp.” You told him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you sat up, positioning him in your lap.

His first response was to whine as he arched his back forwards, legs turning into pudding as his hands shakily let go of the sheets, now clutching your thighs. “Ah-nGhh.. it’s so- so deep inside me.. it’s so foreign..?” Out of nowhere you turned him over, and he wanted to immediately bite your neck, but you covered his mouth with your palm. “Not yet.” As soon as he understood what you wanted, he wrapped his arms around your neck, bouncing up and down your dick like he was in heat. Your hand was still over his lips, so his moans all got muffled as they seeped through, “mHhnff, HnnGh, hmm…!!”

He rode you with fever and need. On one hand because he needed you and your blood on a carnal level, on the other hand due to him starting to enjoy getting fucked by you. After a while you took your hand away from him, now squeezing his waist with both hands, guiding his movements. Fyodor nuzzled against your neck, pleading with you, hoping you’d let him have some of that delicious red liquid again. “Y/n.. ah-huuHhn~ l-let me fed off you..? P-please..♡♥︎～?” You giggled to yourself, entertained and delighted, duty all pushed to the side as you said, “go on, take as much as you need.”

Needless of say, you two shared a long night together, and somehow, both of you ended up in endless love bites. Ops, what’s this? Oh no, his door is stuck! It must be because it’s so old~ oh no, seems you’ll have to stay at the mansion longer than expected… and his impending heat is coming up ♡

My friend send me this after I told them what I was writing haha

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love me or leave me tonight

Does love survive hatred?

angst, angst and angst ; also smut!!! is this even fluff.. ; vampire!sana ; vampirehunter!reader ; violence and stuff ; blood and bloodplay ; sana is manipulative lwk?? ; bondage ; sana has a back tattoo ; degradation ; forbidden love ; friends to ???? ^_^ ; inspired by first kill ; mentions of murder ; voyerism ; happy (very very late) birthday @cry4mina (thiswas supposed to be your bday present), you were probs the person that motivated me the most for writing this so thank you, not proofread!

men dni.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

-

You crush the empty beer can and drop it on the floor. Sana hands you a new one and you thank her with a brief nod.

You open it with a crack and take a sip, feeling the fizz and tasting the slightly bitter taste.

It's pretty quiet before you start talking.

"My family is causing stress again.

"Should I pretend to be surprised?" she asks with a light laugh, you laugh a little too.

"Is that why you have bruises and scars?" she adds, looking at the injuries on your face and neck.

Sana - the only person who knows your secret, that you were born into a family of vampire hunters.

"One of the strongest vampire families is said to be here in town," you answer.

Sana - the only daughter of the most famous vampire family.

She knows all your secrets - you know none of hers.

She nods, as if she understands what you are going through.

She lifts her hand and gently strokes the scar on your cheek.

You blush slightly at the close proximity of the two of you.

Just a little more pressure and it would start to bleed, Sana thinks to herself.

She pulls her hand away before she thinks any more about it, before her feelings take over.

Her feelings have always been stronger than her.

Her feelings control her, it has always been like this.

-

"I love you" the words glide easily over her tongue, a smile on her lips.

Even if it's just a whisper - it's a dream for you, as if nothing could happen, nothing could stop you.

Like teenagers in love (that's what you are, teenagers).

"Really?" you ask, in some way you're sure she means it, but you just want to hear it again.

She nods, "I love you so much" she repeats with the same smile.

You take her hand in yours, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

She looks down at your hands, then up at you.

You look into her eyes and move closer.

A kiss.

Gentle, slow, romantic, simply full of emotion.

Full of love.

When your lips part, you both giggle a little, but then you continue kissing.

Further, further, and further.

When your lips (finally) part again, you are both completely out of breath. Your cheeks are slightly flushed.

You both sink into the mattress as you push Sana into her on her back.

She continues to giggle, almost unable to stop, just like you.

You lean over her and kiss her neck. The contact of your lips on her cold neck makes the hair on her arms and neck stand up, her fingers digging into the sheets as you suck on her pulse point.

"Honestly, I have no idea what exactly to do," you confess as you sit on top of her, your hand toys with the hem of her oversized shirt (or rather, your oversized shirt).

"Me neither" she replies with a laugh.

You smile like an idiot as she says this. "Now come here" she says and pulls you down to kiss you again.

You mumble a "may I?" against her lips and tug lightly on her shirt, she responds with a nod and lifts her arms over her head as you pull the shirt over her head and drop it on the floor next to you.

You kiss her soft, smooth skin and take off her sports bra. Your hands slowly massage her breasts, Sana moans slightly and her body presses against yours to feel you and your hands even more and even better.

You slowly kiss further down, over her ribs, her thin stomach with a slightly trained six-pack - down to the waistband of her shorts.

You look up to her and make eye contact.

"Please" she says under her breath, you nod in response, knowing what she wants from you.

You pull them off her, as well as her underwear (that already has a damp spot on it).

You stare at her pretty pussy, you can't help but giggle a little at the view infront of you.

You come closer, inhaling her sweet scent before diving in.

Sana twitches a little at your sudden action, her hands flying to your head in just a second and gripping your hair, leaving a delicious burn.

Your tongue licks her clit, drawing eights on it.

You hope that you're doing a good job, desperately trying to remember how the women in porn do it - how they pleasure the other and making her moan like crazy.

You stop overthinking when Sana lets out a louder moan though.

Your tongue finds her hole, entering and exiting her a little.

"Please...

need your fingers" she moans out.

You smile a little as you part your mouth from her core, now rubbing circles on it with your two fingers.

You kiss her again, your pointer finger dipping into her wetness, making her moan out loud, not being able to kiss you back normally.

Her hands grip the bedsheets, a few veins peeking out from her hand.

You stop kissing her, going down to her neck and leaving wet kisses on it, kissing over the few marks you've left and adding even more to it.

Your second finger enters her, making her let out a high pitched whimper.

Her hips meet your pace and start grinding on your fingers, searching desperately for the pleasure she needs.

"I'm so close... please-" she whimpers, you smirk against her skin and take one of her erected buds into your mouth.

A few thrusts, your thumb on her clit, and your tongue on her nipple send her over the edge as she comes with a loud whine.

You slowly pull your wet fingers out of her, licking them clean as you watch her breathe heavily.

"That was so... wow-" she breathes out.

"You're cute"

-

Love is not forever.

After you met Sana, you actually wanted to think that it was something for eternity.

It would never die out, you would never think of anything but love.

Love, love, love.

Maybe it is really made to last forever - only that after a while you'll love in a different way.

Desperate love.

Loving sadness.

Loving even though you don't really want to.

This love consumes you, makes you think of nothing else but that.

Every situation can remind you of love.

Your brother's death also reminds you of it.

His body lies in a field, in complete darkness.

His eyes open, his gaze full of emptiness.

"What... what happened?" you ask, a slight tremor in your voice.

Your father exhales before answering you.

But instead of telling you like a normal person, he kneels down next to your brother's head and turns his head to the side.

A scar on his neck.

Two holes.

Blood residue next to it, completely dried.

Your mother and sister hug each other, tears running down their cheeks.

"Was it the new vampire family?" you ask.

Stupid question.

"Y/n..

It was Sana," he replies.

What?

"Sana?"

He nods.

You laugh a little, full of frustration.

"It's not funny-... she would never-"

"You can never trust vampires." he says with a stern tone.

He's serious.

Sana, your best friend, your girlfriend for several months.

She killed your brother.

You look at your brother, then at your family.

Your legs move faster than you can think.

You run away, run in a direction you know only too well.

Sana's house.

You take the back entrance to her garden (which you already know well enough) and come across her sitting in a chair.

She looks at you in shock as you look at her.

"Y/n- what are you doing here?" she asks and stands up.

"Is it true?" you ask back, your voice a mixture of fear and anger.

She doesn't say anything at first, but then realizes that you mean exactly what she's been trying to forget since last night.

She nods slowly.

She doesn't deny it, she doesn't try to explain herself.

Whether it's even possible to explain yourself.

Your hand grips the handle of your pocketknife tightly, your hands trembling slightly.

"Y/n... I wanted to tell you... but my parents-"

"They forbid me to see you, but I went ahead anyway because I love you"

You listen to her, for some reason hoping she'll say something good - even though you know that nothing can make this situation any better.

"He was my first victim," she says after an awkward, tense silence.

Her first victim?

"They made me bite him... as punishment"

"I couldn't help it"

"You couldn't help it? What are you saying... Sana, I thought you loved me"

"Where is your common sense?" you ask her, your voice louder and full of despair.

You run towards her, your knife pointed at her as you try to hit her chest.

She dodges quickly, twisting your arm behind your back as you let out a small cry of pain and let the knife drop.

"Y/n..." she says with concern.

Her grip is as if she doesn't even want to do any of this, as if she's being forced by something.

"It's better if you leave," she adds.

She lets go of you (or rather, tosses you) as you fall on the ground, the wet grass soaking through your clothes as you feel the cold.

You look up at her, full of fear.

This is not the Sana you know.

It doesn't feel like you're looking at Sana Minatozaki.

At this moment, it feels like you're in front of an evil person.

Like in a nightmare.

You grab the knife on the floor next to you and stand up quickly, your eyes on her one last time before you run away.

She looks after you, sees your body getting smaller and smaller before you disappear behind a hill.

A tear runs down her cheek, and as she turns around she sees both her parents looking down at her through the second floor window.

Their expressions are cold and disappointed.

Just like always.

And you, you don't stop running.

You run on and on, without a destination, without any idea where you want to go.

Just away from here -

Away from Sana.

-

The music is loud as you walk into the club, your jeans are loose around your waist, your white t-shirt is slightly cropped so that your stomach can be seen a little.

You sit down at the bar and watch the other people dance.

The last time you were here was several years ago,

with Sana.

You were younger back then, still in school, no idea what you wanted to do in the future.

Now you're older, and you know what your goal in life is.

To kill Sana.

To get your revenge.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the bartender asking what you would like to drink, you order a beer and he gives you one and then moves on to other guests.

You drink a little and feel the fizz, tasting the slightly bitter taste of this variety.

The taste reminds you of the countless times you have drunk with Sana.

You look around a little before you see something that almost makes you drop the bottle on the floor.

Sana.

Sana pushing someone against the wall.

Short black hair, lots of tattoos -

She has no idea who exactly she's dealing with.

You leave your bottle at the bar and walk slowly towards them both.

Sana kisses her hard and aggressively, full of energy.

And you can guess why she has so much energy.

Before you can get any closer, Sana turns her head in your direction while turning the woman's head to the side so that she has perfect access to her neck.

Sana grins at you.

And suddenly her lips are stained dark red with blood.

She flashes her fangs at you, completely covered in blood as she slowly licks them clean.

And suddenly she's just gone.

In a millisecond she has bitten her victim, and in a millisecond she is gone without leaving a trace.

Your victim falls to the ground as you run to her to help her somehow.

But it's too late.

You look at her neck and see the same scar you saw on your brother.

While the crowd tries to take care of her, you disappear from the club.

A sigh leaves your lips.

-

"I'll help you," she says, her thumb stroking the back of your hand as she smiles at you.

You have an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach, you feel sick and you're not sure if you should do this at all.

Or if you want to involve Jihyo at all.

She's 10 years older than you - an old acquaintance from your family and a vampire hunter just like you.

She was also your first love.

Actually, it was just a little crush, maybe you mistook it for a close friendship, you were quite young.

The plan of the two of you was pretty simple - go to Sana's house and capture her if possible (you don't want to think about the possibility of killing her).

If your information is correct, her parents are no longer alive.

Rumor has it that she killed them herself.

To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if it were true.

Jihyo and you make your way to her house, equipped with various weapons.

It is dark, 10 o'clock in the evening. The night is still and quiet.

If only you knew it would change quickly.

You enter the house through the garden, Jihyo has always been good at picking locks.

Your pistol in your hand, you look around carefully as Jihyo walks ahead of you.

She turns right, you look behind you for something, but then you hear something fall.

You turn around quickly and see that "something" is Jihyo.

All you can see is her legs sticking out from behind the wall. You run to her, kneel down on the floor next to her, but the moment you look up-

Sana hits you and you fall over.

-

"Where am I?" you mumble, your head aching as you open your eyes.

You see Jihyo lying on the ground, just a few meters away.

You run to her, or rather, you try to.

Something sharp cuts into your skin and you bite your lip.

You look down at your arms and see that you've been tied to the wall with barbed wire.

"Fuck-" you breathe out, trying not to feel the pain.

You only have your bra on, Sana has undressed you a little, probably so that you only feel more pain.

You try to move as little as possible and look anxiously at Jihyo, who, thankfully, is slowly waking up.

"Jihyo!" you say, she looks at you, then looks around.

This makes you look around.

You realize you're both in a rather large basement.

Jihyo is fully dressed, but her hands are tied behind her back.

Before you can warn her about the corpses you've noticed, the cellar door opens and Sana comes down.

"You're awake, how nice," she says with a smile.

"And Y/n? How do you like the barbed wire?" she asks.

"Fuck you" you just reply, Sana laughs but doesn't really pay attention to you, not like she has her eyes on Jihyo.

And part of you has an inkling of what's about to happen.

Sana sits down on a rather large chair, and with a small wave of her hand, Jihyo lands on her lap, her back against Sana's chest, her eyes locked on yours.

"I really haven't had such a pretty girl on my lap in a long time," Sana says, her hand slowly stroking Jihyo's arm.

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down somehow. The situation you, or rather Jihyo, are in can quickly become life-threatening.

"What do you want?" you ask, looking at her and she starts laughing again.

"Blood," she replies. Short, concise, without any emotion. The smile she had on her lips a few seconds ago has disappeared.

She is serious.

Jihyo is still looking at you, her eyes full of fear.

But her look of fear changes. And you don't know what to think except "what exactly is happening here."

Sana whispers something in her ear, and the fear in her eyes disappears.

Sana's hand moves on her body, and then she stops right on Jihyo's core.

Before you can do anything else, you realise what is happening.

And how it's to late to save Jihyo.

You feel like your eyes are fixiated on Sana and how Jihyo sits so obediently on her lap. You're not able to shift your gaze. It's like there is only them - and you're watching them like a movie. Like a perfomance that was made just for you - and you can't stop looking.

This was made for you, and the way Sana forces you to watch them.

Her hand goes past Jihyo's underwear, and suddenly Jihyo is moaning so softly for her. The look on her face just full of arousal.

She has been manipulated.

Something you learned early on - when training to be a vampire hunter.

There's nothing you can do, when you've been trapped under a vampire's spell. Except for one thing -

hope that you won't die.

In Jihyo's case right now, you're not sure what is going to happen in the end.

So you continue watching them, you watch Sana kissing Jihyo's neck, the intoxicating smell of her blood is problably already driving her crazy.

She continues fingering her, her movements speeding up.

She has no intention of giving pleasure to Jihyo - she just waits for the right moment to bite into her neck.

When Jihyo is moaning louder though, and her body twitches closer to Sana, she knows it's happening.

You know too.

"Jihyo!" you yell out, in hopes you're able to somehow get her out of this trance.

It was already to late.

Sana bites into her neck, begins to suck and moan at the fresh taste. 

Jihyo screams for help, and you can do nothing but watch as a tear flows down your cheek.

Her lifeless body drops to the ground as soon as Sana is done with her.

She licks her fangs with a smile, smirking at you like she did the night you first saw her again.

She comes closer, taking your jaw into her hand. 

"You can't replace me that easily." she whispers seductively.

What?

"What do you mean?" you ask, but she just shakes her head.

"I'll see you soon" she replies, and your eyes fall shut.

-

When you wake up again, you are lying in your bathtub.

You try to move, but notice the pain in your arms from the barbed wire.

You lean your head back and take a deep breath.

To summarize, you watched Sana finger Jihyo and then bite and kill her. Afterwards she tells you that you can't replace her, and now you're here.

Sana knows where you live.

Jihyo is dead.

To say you're overwhelmed is an understatement.

But you know exactly what you have to do, whether it's for you or for Jihyo.

Find Sana.

As you slowly step out of the bathtub, a thought occurs to you.

The evening gala of big companies. If anyone is going to be there, it's Sana.

-

You take another look at yourself in the mirror.

Your black suit fits a little loosely, but hides your scars well.

You get into your car and drive to her house.

How convenient that everything happens in her house.

When you get there, you look around.

There are already a lot of people there and as you walk in, you see various bosses probably talking about certain deals and wanting to do business.

A waiter comes up to you and offers you a glass of red wine, which you gratefully accept.

The taste is bitter, dry, but somehow it reminds you of blood.

How ironic, you think to yourself.

You walk around, having conversations here and there.

"I thought this event was for people with companies," someone says, and as you turn around, you see her.

It's Sana.

Her grin is like a shiver running down your spine.

"I'm not here to conduct business," you reply, drinking the rest of your wine.

Your lips are slightly red and you smile at her.

Your grip on the glass tightens, and before Sana can do anything, it shatters in your hand.

A waiter quickly comes to help you and removes the shards from the floor, you thank her but say you can take care of it yourself.

Drip, drip, drip.

The blood dripping from your hand drives Sana crazy.

"Oops," you say, but before you can turn around and walk away, she grabs your wrist and pulls you along.

Only now do you notice that she has a tattoo.

A pretty big one.

Your eyes are focused on her back, and the kind of detail the tattoo has.

It's as if it reflects her nature.

One side is sunny. You could even describe it as quite cheerful. If you just look at that side, you're just impressed with the work that's been done. You can see the colors and how they flow together. Everything fits well together.

The other side, however, is the complete opposite.

It's dark, makes you nervous. You get an unpleasant feeling when you look at it. The main colors are black and red. It's like a horrible painting, something you would see in a museum and think to yourself "what was the artist thinking?". The longer you look at it, the more scared you get.

But you can't think about her tattoo for long as you are pushed onto a bed.

Sana sits on top of you and the memories of your first time come flooding back.

The only difference is that Sana was tender and sweet, not cruel like now.

Your bleeding hand is still in hers, and maybe you could even see the water pooling in her mouth.

You know that you should be afraid, or that you should hit her, she killed Jihyo, your brother, and she almost killed you.

But in this moment you feel nothing but the will to feel her everywhere.

And she didn't even manipulate or influence you in any way.

You look at her, and then -

you press your hand more towards her.

And she understands what you want from her.

The smirk on her face appears again and pulls you closer.

She closes her eyes and starts to lick the blood of your hand.

For her, this is the best meal she could ever have. To be able to taste your blood was always a dream of hers.

And so she continues doing that, moaning a little when her tongue touches the red liquid coming from your veins.

She does it like she was starving for her life. Like she lived her life for exactly this moment.

She parts from your hand, leaning her head back slowly as if she would be on a high.

When she looks at you again, her pupils are dilated and the look on her face is full of arousal.

You can't blame her, yours is too.

She fumbles with the buttons of your jacket, you push her hands away and do it yourself, just to end up almost ripping it off your body and throwing it on the floor.

She looks at your arms, the way there are marks everywhere because of her.

"Fuck" she curses under her breath, pulling down the zipper of your pants and pulling (or rather - ripping them) off your body.

A groan escapes your mouth when she touches you, squeezes parts of your body that got your mouth hanging open.

A low "need you" leaves your mouth as Sana starts kissing you everywhere, leaving marks all over your body (surprisingly she's not biting you).

She comes closer to your core, and your need to feel her tongue on you is growing stronger and stronger. Your mind is clouded with the thought of her, it feels like you tried to hate her the whole time while you just need her to fuck you.

At this point, you don't even know if you're still in control of your body or if it's Sana.

No matter what, you don't care.

And when continues eating you out, all messy and again, like she was starving, you grip her hair and push her even closer.

Your thighs just pull her closer, trying to feel her even deeper.

The moans that leave your mouth can problably be heard from outside, but you or Sana both couldn't care less.

The way she licks up ever drop of your juices in hunger, her nails digging into your thighs, scratching you and leaving little marks, droplets of blood escape your veins.

You cum into her mouth with a loud moan, your head leaning back and your eyes roll back.

Sana always thought you were beautiful, but right now, in this moment - you definetly are the prettiest.

She doesn't give you any time to calm down as she rises and shoves two of her fingers inside of you, making you grip the bedsheets in surprise.

Your moans loud and messy, your skin covered in sweat, the blood on your thighs that's oozing out of the cuts drives Sana even crazier.

She continues pumping her fingers inside of you, and she leans forward, dragging her tongue over the cuts.

A moan escapes her mouth, and then, she leans closer to you and kisses you, with her lips stained with the dark red liquid.

You kiss her back, but your mouth hangs open when she adds another finger, filling you up.

You two don't even need to talk, the only way you two communicate is through her messy and needy touches - and your desperate moans.

All desperate - for her.

She never stops moving her fingers.

In, out. In, out.

Here faster, there slower.

You already lost every sense of time, like you're lost in the moment.

Your body twitches in sensitivity. Like it's fragile and Sana is overusing it.

You clearly are overstimulated, but Sana just can't stop herself.

Looking at her, seeing how her eyes are fixiated on your naked body, you ask yourself if she is even in control of her own body - or if something, someone else took control.

She doesn't leave you enough time to overthink, when your eyes are met with a black silk cloth.

The last thing you saw.

-

You stare at her grave and only now do you realize how stupid you are.

The stone you sit on is cold. Your eyes focus only on her name.

'Park Jihyo'

A sigh leaves your lips.

Are you disappointing her? Is she looking at you and thinking, "What the hell are you doing?"

Does she think you should be ashamed?

For having sex with Sana,

But even worse -

That you somehow still love Sana.

She killed your brother, she killed Jihyo - so many innocent people.

And despite everything, you can't seem to get rid of your feelings for her.

Your thoughts are always about her, your dreams are all about Sana.

You don't know which feeling is stronger - the hatred for her, for all the things she has done.

Or the love - the memories you can't let go.

Her soft lips on yours, the way her arms held you while you cried.

It makes you break down completly.

All those years you were away, it was all about Sana.

You wanted to get stronger, to beat her, to kill her.

But now it seems that you just want to be with her.

-

The night is dark and cold, everything reminds you of the night you found your brother dead.

The same place, the same time, the same loneliness you felt in your heart.

Instead of running to Sana to confront her, she came to you.

Instead of a calm conversation, you have a knife in your hand.

Her gaze is cold, you're not sure if you can read any emotion in her face.

Empty.

That would be the word you would use to describe her right now.

"What do you want?" she calls into the night, as if she doesn't know where you are.

As if you were looking for her, she speaks as if she had no plans.

"You came here," you answer, trying not to show any of your feelings.

"You confuse me," you say.

She looks at you questioningly.

"I confuse you?" she repeats.

You nod.

"Why are you doing all this?" you ask, but when she tries to answer, you keep talking.

"You come with me... you listen to me when I talk about how the pressure from my parents is getting too much... you don't tell me that you're a vampire." You take a breath and feel the tears in your eyes. You feel this uncomfortable feeling like you're going to throw up. You feel dizzy.

You are overwhelmed.

"You kill my brother," you begin to say, "You kill him, your first victim, because your parents want to punish you?" you laugh a little. Saying it sounds so unbelievable. So grotesque.

"Then, when I come back here after years, I meet you in a bar and you kill someone."

"You kill Jihyo and make me watch."

"And then?-

You have sex with me as if you would love me."

Tears are streaming down your cheeks, you can't stop laughing because this is all so frustrating to you.

You open your mouth to say something else, but then you are pushed to your knees.

Without Sana even touching you.

It feels like your wrists are tied together, not being able to move, not at all.

The way she looks at you makes you shiver in fear, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Are you doing too much or are you genueinly scared of her?

"Please.." you beg her, in such a pathetic tone nobody would be able to make fun of you, instead they would feel bad for you.

Sana always described herself as being different than the others though.

If it is because of her fangs or just her behavior in general that makes her look like a monster, you don't know for sure.

"Can you just stop talking?" she asks you.

Her expression looks different than how it looked like earlier, instead of the emptiness in her face, it looks like she's letting her emotions take over.

You don't know if this should make you even more scared.

But a part of you, a little part,

thinks, or rather, hopes, that she will behave like a decent human.

That she will behave like the girl you loved.

Or still love.

"I did it all for love." she answers.

Quick, short, but instead of that cold tone in her voice, she sounds...

sad?

You look up to her, unable to speak.

"I love you"

She loves you?

Sana? 

Loves you?

"I'll never stop feeling the guilt for what I did to your brother"

"But i can't lie to you and say that i regret doing what I did to Jihyo"

"Because all I ever wanted-

was you" 

She breaths out, like she just confessed the worst thing in the world.

"I always looked for you, when you left town"

"I searched for you, because I wanted to be with you"

"Despite you hating me"

She lets out a sigh.

"I did what I had to do for you to notice me" she stops talking.

She gets down on her knee, right infront of you to match your height.

Her thumb caresses your cheek, before moving your face to the side to expose your neck to her.

The strong of smell of your blood hits her nose like chemicals.

The intense smell that drives her crazy.

You shiver in fear, not knowing what is going to happen.

She stares at your neck, and the way your veins are so visible, like they're calling for her.

Everything she ever dreamed of, was to taste your blood.

But she doesn't want to bite you because of that.

She opens her mouth, flashing her fangs.

You try to somehow escape her spell, so that you can save yourself, but it isn't possible.

She sinks her fangs deep into your skin, you let out a scream when you feel her sucking your blood out of you.

You're finally able to move and try to grab her arm to somehow get her to stop.

"I don't want to die" you whisper, your voice full of weakness.

Until you realise -

Sana isn't planning on killing you.

But to make you a vampire.

[successionsuccs]

here's the second one of my pieces I did for the @sunnyhalloweenzine 🩸🧛‍♂️

[cinnamon-stixs]

oh I forgot about that au! Wait. Idea. Bat Caine being held by kinger- (dies)

Gayass

[mostlyskinart]

Vampire Hunter🩸

[that-boleyn-boy]

🩵: “Bite me and I’ll keep you outside until the sun comes up.”

💙: “You assume I can hold you down with this arrow in my shoulder?”

Apologies again for the color banding

[sultrydxrling]

If I dream hard enough, the vampire that holds me in their knife-like talons would love me.

They would drive themselves crazy with how delicious I am.

The love would emit from their long-forgotten, dust-covered soul and they would tell me as much.

"My love, I have not felt in so long. not this much, not this strongly, only for you."

And I would be at their beck and call, letting them dote on me.

But right now, as they sink their fangs hungrily, carelessly into my neck- I pretend that I am special.

[snail-sprout]

I taste blood on my tongue, dare I ask for seconds?

Based on Vampire Fairy Demon by Takato Yamamoto to go along with my Lottienat vampire/vampire hunter fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49098622/chapters/123872458

[ditzyblues]

i return from the dead to provide some very late Halloween Capril Art!! the whole time i was working on commissions i couldn't stop thinking about a vampire casey (she has fangs in the show) and a vampire hunter april. So here you go sweet thangs.... enjoy

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours in the Moonlight: Somnolent Gloaming - 1. Dead Memories and the Undead

Summary: You’d only just started getting used to the slight sleepiness that filled your evenings as you waited for Crowley’s next orders when they finally came. But the time has come for you to meet the oldest clan in this district as well as the multitude of vampires it houses.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 2371

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I didn’t even really know how much time had passed since Vargas had told me he would see if he could get Crowley to send me to the Diasomnia clan next. But it had been enough time that I was starting to get rather bored and had even pulled out one of my old books that I had read countless times in the past.

At first, it had been nice not having to go to a clan and evaluate potentially aggressive vampires. I had plenty of money to last me with the funds Crowley sent as payment for my job as his Hunter. But soon things had become dull, and I’d started visiting my friends.

I’d told both Vil and Leona about my hopes for evaluating the Diasomnia clan next and the reasoning behind it, but neither had seemed terribly happy. In fact, Leona seemed downright annoyed by the very name of the clan, while Vil had cautioned me to be extra careful if I did get to go there.

Kalim, for his part, had suggested I bring a gift when I got to go.

And in all honesty, we all knew that rather than a question of ‘if’ it really was a matter of ‘when.’

 Crowley had made it pretty clear that I was going to be evaluating all of the clans. The only one that might not be on that list would be the Pomefiore clan since they’d only just been formed.

For better or worse, I was going to end up at the Diasomnia clan at some point. Whatever that might entail.

I looked up from my book at the quiet sound of knocking on my window, wondering which one of the guys it was. Perhaps Vil?

I sat the book down and walked over, unhurriedly to the window, and pulled back the curtains only to find bright pink eyes staring back at me.

Sam’s face split into a grin as my own eyes widened and I hurriedly opened the window, “Sam?!” 

I couldn’t even keep my surprise at seeing him out of my voice, but he merely held up a hand, waving at me with a wide grin, “Long time no see, Little Imp. We had to decide if you were ready to evaluate the Diasomnia Clan, so sorry for the wait.”

His eyes were alight with amusement, but I found myself faltering as his words fully registered.

They’d had to decide if I was ready for the Diasomnia Clan? 

It brought to mind Vil’s warnings and had me frowning as I stepped back, giving Sam ample room if he decided he wanted to come in, even though I pretty well knew he was just going to lounge in my window like he usually did.

“And? What was decided?” I eyed him closely, and Sam chuckled slightly at my wary words.

“Well, you’re in luck, Little Imp. In light of what a good job you’ve been doing and your reasons for suggesting it, Crowley’s decided to grant your request. They’re already expecting you at the clan, so when can you be ready to go?” My eyes widened slightly at his words before I gestured to my bag that stayed packed with my various tools.

“Just give me a sec, I’ll be right down,” Sam nodded, an amicable bobbing of his head before he disappeared from my window.

I glanced down at the street in time to see him land lightly on his feet and begin strolling along as if nothing were amiss. I shook my head slightly, wondering if I would ever get used to that before I darted over to my nightstand.

My hands quickly found my cross necklace, and I clasped it around my neck. Letting it fall as if by habit under my shirt to rest comfortably against my collarbone.

Thoughts were already beginning to roll around in my head as I trotted out the door, down the stairs, and to the bottom floor. 

And my concerns only increased as Sam smiled at me, turned on his heel, and started to lead the way down the street in a perfectly cryptic fashion.

I knew that the Diasomnia clan had some ancient members from what Vil and Rook had told. And similarly, Jamil had implied that the clan was also quite old since their records apparently dated back quite a ways. Perhaps that was why Vil had told me to be careful and Crowley had been deciding if I were ready? All Leona had said about them was something about some lizard whom he seemed to particularly dislike. And while I didn’t really know if were-creatures could be reptilian, that was my best guess at this point.

I felt myself frowning more as I silently walked with Sam, wondering when we would reach the Diasomnia clan headquarters. We were steadily heading closer and closer to the outskirts of the historic side of town.

In the distance, I could see an old building rising over the other houses and trees that now crowded it. Hiding it from the view of the street and giving it an especially ominous appearance that somehow seemed to call out to anyone who gazed at it for too long.

The perfect Hollywood fit for a creepy old house hiding something that probably shouldn’t be messed with.

In fact, it was a little too perfect.

I leaned forward, my eyes staying on the building as I spoke softly, “Um… Would that happen to be the Diasomnia Clan right there?”

Sam chuckled but nodded, barely glancing my way as he answered, “That obvious, huh?” He shook his head slightly before continuing, an amused smile still on his face, “Yeah, that’s it. The only reason they stay hidden is because it’s difficult to actually get into the building because the gate is so overgrown and off the main road, so most people don’t even bother trying. And even if they do, this clan is good at running people off.”

So saying he turned off the sidewalk, lifting one leg to step over a small bush and crunch down onto a veritable pile of limbs, sticks, and who knew what else.

He held out his hand to me, politely helping me over the bush before he turned and headed off down what looked about like an old goat path into the underbrush that concealed the ancient building.

I glanced around, frowning as I spotted the overgrown metal gates that gave way to a fence that seemed to surround the area. As if operated by a motion sensor, the gates opened as soon as we approached, and I felt my eyebrows raise as we passed through them.

“What was this place originally?” It felt like my head was on swivel as I continued to glance around at what had probably once been a glorious entrance to the mansion grounds themselves. Now it was mostly overgrown, with roses and vines climbing up the fencing in their futile efforts to reach any sunlight that might shine down between the trees’ now bare limbs.

Sam glanced my way, watching as I looked around the two of us and the notably daunting environment we now stood in. 

But unlike the other clans, this place actually had the feeling of the setting place of a vampire story. Campy or otherwise.

“I heard that the head of clan’s second bought the place, and then, after the clan moved in, let the place get run down like this so no one would come here and bother them,” I nodded idly at Sam’s words. Silently wondering how much money it would take to buy a place like this that had so obviously been magnificent many years ago.

But now… Now it was more like a haunted mansion where only dead memories resided. Or rather, dead memories and the undead themselves, in this case.

I couldn’t deny that the building was beautiful, though. An architecture of stone and metalwork that stood tall and proud despite its age. Almost like it was daring us to approach it.

And it was true that while I’d been nervous when first visiting the other clan’s headquarters, this building on its own was almost more daunting than any of the past experiences had been. 

This one actually looked like it might hold something that wasn’t meant to be seen by the normal person. Instead, the only ones who would go near it would be the hapless protagonists of a horror movie.

Or someone like me. A person who had business with the creatures that would reside in such a building. Once grand and filled with character, but now haunted looking in the way it loomed over us.

Sam knocked on the door calmly, looking around at the shadowed porch with vague interest until the thick wooden door creaked open, drawing both of our attention.

A short man looked between the two of us, his bright red eyes blinking at us. And despite the fact the building matched the entire vampire aesthetic perfectly, this man did not, what with bright pink streaks in his short, otherwise black hair. 

If anything, he looked more like a young teenager who was still experimenting with his look and most definitely wasn’t what I’d expected.

But, when he spoke with a smile crossing his face that didn’t even try to hide his fangs, his voice was far lower than what I’d been prepared for too, “Ah, you must be the head-vampire’s new Hunter. We’ve been expecting you.”

I faltered when he addressed me rather than Sam before nodding hurriedly, “Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He let out a light giggle before stepping aside and gesturing into the building, “Oh no, the pleasure is all mine, child. But come in, both of you. Malleus will be wanting to see you after all.”

Me and Sam followed the little man in silence. As per usual, Sam was relaxed. His eyes stayed forward and on the path while I, on the other hand, was glancing around at the aged interior of the building.

It was dark in here, something that surprised me since the other clan’s headquarters had been better lit. But somehow it fit the building’s overall character, and, as I looked around, each room seemed to be very well decorated.

This clan also seemed to be rather large. Vampires filled the building and glanced at us as we went by.  

Their eyes lingered on me, but no one approached or even leaned out of a room to continue to gaze after us. Curiosity and arrogance tinged with hunger filled their stares, though.

Sam glanced over at me, letting himself drift closer as he began to talk in a low voice, letting some space spread between us and our guide, “The Diasomnia clan is an old one, with a variety of characters as its members. Both Malleus, the clan’s head, and Lilia, the clan’s second, are ancient, though. They’ll probably have the records you want, assuming they exist. But remember that you’re also here to evaluate the clan.”

I nodded silently, my eyes staying on Sam as the man continued with the slightest of smiles on his face. And at this point, I was honestly beginning to wonder if anything could phase him at all.

“We aren’t very suspicious of this clan simply due to its age, but we’ll be checking up on you fairly regularly just like usual. And you may want to brace yourself,” I frowned at Sam’s words, but the young man’s grin only spread as he bobbed his head to a door we now approached, “He’s going to look a bit different than what you might expect.”

I turned, noting the door we were coming up on and how our pace was slowing. And, confirming my suspicions, our guide turned to look at the two of us with a little smile, his voice taking on a slightly lilt, “Here we are.” 

With only those words, he turned. Grasping both of the curved door handles and pulling them open as if they were weightless despite how obviously thick they were.

I inhaled, half expecting fog to come pouring out of the doors like it did in some b-rated horror movies, but it didn’t. Instead, as we entered the large room, the first thing I saw was a young man sitting on a dark-colored chair.

On either side of him stood two other men. One, whose hair was a shock of pale green, stood tall. Almost like he was at attention as he looked our way with a slight frown. The other young man was, conversely, more relaxed as he glanced towards me with almost tired eyes.

My own eyes widened slightly as I recognized him. But then he was quite distinctive, with such pale hair and fascinating eyes. 

This was the man who was a human in a clan of vampires and the man I’d bumped into on Halloween. Silver, Vil had called him.

I swallowed slightly before forcing my gaze back to the young man in the chair. He must be Malleus, leader of this clan.

 It wasn’t hard to guess what Sam meant about him looking a little different than I might expect. After all, the dark, slightly curled horns protruding from his head and delicately pointed ears certainly weren’t something that any other vampire I’d ever seen had.

He tilted his head, glowing lime green eyes focusing on me and I felt myself go still.

Somehow, this man practically oozed power. Perhaps it was the way he held himself with a confidence that was on par with Leona and Vil’s despite also being different.

A smile curved slowly across his face, and I swallowed. 

I was getting used to every vampire I met being absurdly attractive, but somehow it always felt incredibly unfair. Though it might have been the focused way this man was looking at me that made it quite so bad this time.

“So we finally meet.” His voice rolled out into the room, almost like it was trying to cover the entire space, and I felt myself straighten slightly. Bracing myself even as he continued with an almost amused smile, “What do you need, little Hunter?”

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[icecream-puffu]

Vampire x Vampire Hunter AU because the inherent eroticism of attempted murder or something

[immortalspacelesbian]

So I'm writing Agathario

[bucketsofmonsters]

Vows - Part 3

cw: consentual blood drinking, threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, edging, double penetration, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: 5k

Vows Masterlist

It was all for intel. You kept repeating the phrase in your mind, over and over and over, like that might make you believe it. 

Something had shifted last night. You couldn’t deny it. 

You’d felt it in your gut but more than that, you’d proven it when on your report, you’d said absolutely nothing. 

You’d lied to your family, to your kin, and why? Because he’d kissed you so softly. Because he’d let you inspect him on the odd chance it might ease your mind? Because he’d come up with schemes to try and ease your fear just a little? Because he’d offered you the gardener's house and made you laugh and made you hot cocoa but sent someone else up because he was so scared that he might make it worse?

The more you tried to rationalize it all away the more overwhelming it felt. 

When you left your room there was another box outside your door topped with a bow and you almost screamed. 

This was more than you could handle. You’d been prepared to be attacked and thrown in a dungeon and to be completely stripped of your dignity, but what you’d never prepared for was the onslaught of goodness. 

You honestly preferred it when he’d been demanding that you kneel and practically cutting off the circulation in your hand. At least then you didn’t feel like the villain for hating him. For being here to destroy the little world he’d built here. 

The unbidden thoughts solidified something in you, resolve hardening in your stomach. This wasn’t just their mission anymore. You needed to be sure you were doing the right thing before you did anything.

They’d earned that much. Of that fact you were certain. 

A tap sounded at your window and you saw the unexpected return of your pigeon. 

You opened it, welcoming the distraction.

“That for me?” you asked as you unwound the note from around his ankle. 

It was a note from the hunters, the first correspondence you’d received since you got here.

You read it with a sinking feeling in your gut. It read:

Too dangerous, get out of there.

The sinking feeling wasn’t because of the potential danger, you realized, it was because you didn’t want to leave. 

And, you supposed, you didn’t have to. 

What were they going to do, come get you? They couldn’t set foot within these walls.

You simply refused. Whatever was going on here, you could handle yourself. Despite all the uncertainty in your head, that much you knew. 

You wrote a quick refusal and not much more, once again leaving out anything else. 

You weren’t sure why they wanted you out. Maybe they could sense your resolve crumbling, knew you weren’t up to the job, just like they’d feared. You’d had to argue and fight for months even to convince them to let you come.

But surely if they knew it would be like this they would’ve warned you. They’d certainly warned you about all sorts of other things, if vampires weaponized kindness then you’d know about it.

But you didn’t. 

And so, instead, you were left floundering, desperately trying to find the trick in it. Because there must be a trick. If there wasn’t…

You headed downstairs to try and find someone. You weren’t even sure who you were looking for, you just knew that being alone with your thoughts was the last thing you needed right now. 

It didn’t take long to find them. All three of your companions were milling about the kitchen, Oliver trying to snatch something out of Viv’s hands that she was holding high above her head while Rook watched, a fond smile planted firmly on his face. 

He was the first to notice you entering the room, the other two too preoccupied with their battle over what looked like a pastry.

You sat down beside him and Rook gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you did. 

He did it casually and you couldn’t help but appreciate it because by acting like it wasn’t a big deal, it made it feel like it wasn’t.

Vivian and Oliver did not appear to have received the memo, Vivian staring wide-eyed and elbowing Oliver between the ribs to make sure he hadn’t missed it while Oliver just grinned at you. 

Rook looks at them incredulously. “Glad we can keep you two entertained.”

Oliver scoffed. “I’m just glad you didn’t scare them off.”

Vivian elbowed him again, less enthusiastically this time. 

He took her distraction as an opportunity to snatch the food out of her hands and took off, barely a heartbeat passing before Viv was chasing him through the door.

Rook chuckled as they disappeared through the doorway. “Petyr needs to hurry back, I don’t know if I can survive on my own with them. I’m too old for all this.”

“Yeah?” you said, not willing to be outdone by the other two troublemakers in the house. “You too tired for them, old man?”

He shook his head disapprovingly, crinkles forming beside his eyes in amusement. 

“Go chase them,” he said, nodding towards the door, “I need to rest my old bones, lest they crumble to dust.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Maybe. But I’ll be dramatic in a comfortable chair.”

You rolled your eyes once more before setting off to find your human companions. 

You poked around for a while until finally, you stumbled upon Oliver. The chase had seemingly ended and instead he was sitting on the floor, knitting, just like he had been outside the throne room. 

You broke him out of his concentrated trance by asking, “What’re you making?”

“This? It’s a sweater, or at least I hope it’ll be. My last two didn’t turn out too great. It’s for bat Rook. My attention span isn’t good enough for full-sized sweaters.”

“So you’ve seen him like that then? In bat form, I mean?”

“Oh yeah. He gets all snuggly when he’s a bat, it’s very sweet.”

You tried to picture it, a sweet little bat curled up on Oliver’s chest in a sweater that looked like a chessboard. It didn’t quite fit with the ominous image of him that you couldn’t fully shake. 

“Maye someday I’ll see it,” you said, sounding far more wistful than you’d intended. 

“I’m sure you will. Maybe he’ll have a fancy little sweater when you do.”

His focus jerked up from his knitting to focus on you, eyes widening in a look of realization. “Oh! Also, Viv had an idea. We noticed your relationship with Rook was progressing but you still seem hesitant and she thought maybe the first time you slept together I could be with you two. She thought it might make it easier, if I was there.”

Your face heated. “Vivian proposed this?”

“Yeah. She’s a schemer at heart. If you don’t want to it’s not a big deal I just thought the idea wasn’t half bad and I certainly don’t mind.”

“No, not a bad idea, I just… If it comes to that I think it would be nice. You being there.”

Oliver was so excited it almost scared you a little. 

“Hell yeah,” he practically shouted, “I can’t wait. After Beatris left no one else here was willing to do stuff like this. Which isn’t a problem, obviously, I just kinda missed it. Oh, and if things get overwhelming just let me know, I’m more than happy to take all the attention. You know, to get it away from you.”

“Noted.”

Once Oliver started rambling it was sort of difficult to get him to stop. Eventually, you managed to sneak away, to think on his proposal. 

The words kept swimming around your head. 

It was too vulnerable, obviously it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel any trepidation about it. 

Sure, you felt guilty that you were giving in to the vampire, but you weren’t scared of this. It’s like a switch had flipped in you, like you’d accepted something. 

You should listen to the note, get out now, before your loyalties tipped any further. But doesn’t your certainty that if you stayed the scales would eventually tip say something? 

Maybe you shouldn’t leave at all.

Beyond the fighting with yourself and spirralling thoughts, your mind kept drifting back to the kiss between you and Rook. 

Back to how it made you feel. The lack of control and yet feeling of security, the feeling of being connected. 

You wanted to feel that again.

The kiss hadn’t just been a mistake, a weakness of the moment. 

You wanted to do it again. 

You’d spent your whole life training and learning and working and this seemed fun.

You sought out Oliver after that, understanding now why he’d been running through the halls that first day. There was no way to get anywhere in a timely manner without running. 

You almost sprinted right into him, skidding to a halt as you saw him. 

“I was looking for you,” you said as he greeted you with a smile. 

His head cocked to the side. “You were? Why?”

“About what you said earlier, I think I’d like that. You being there, I mean.”

He tried and failed to hide his excitement. His poker face was functionally nonexistent. “Oh,” he said, feigning a casual, vaguely interested tone. “Like, in theory or in the near future?”

“Yeah, like in the near future. I don’t know. I’m still nervous, I’m not sure I’ll ever stop being nervous, but I want to do this.”

His nose scrunched up as he smiled, rocking a bit on his heels. “This is going to be so fun, you have no idea.”

Before Oliver had a chance to inform you, Rook was storming into the room. You tried to recall what you might have done to make him look upset this time but instead, he grabbed Oliver by the scruff of his shirt. 

“Can you come here?” he said, yanking Oliver backward towards the door before he even had the time to respond. “I swear, I can’t leave you and Viv alone for five minutes.”

And then the door shut and you could hear any more of their conversation, hidden behind thick walls and a heavy door. 

You sat patiently, fidgeting nervously. It almost felt like you were in trouble, despite Oliver clearly being on the receiving end of Rook’s frustration. 

After what felt like an eternity, Rook poked his head through the doorway. “Is this right? Did you agree to this?”

“Are you going to pull me outside and give me a stern talking to if I say yes?”

You heard a low hiss of “I told you so,” come from behind the door.

He dragged Oliver back into the room by the scruff of his coat. “Don’t let this little scoundrel talk you into anything you don’t want to do, alright?”

“I won’t,” you reassured him. “Trust me, I think I can handle him.”

He eyed you both suspiciously and you could feel your heart flutter as his eyes softened, cocking his head a little, asking silently if you were really on board with Oliver's little plan.

You gave him what you hoped was a reassuring smile, trying desperately to hide how flustered you felt all of a sudden. 

It wasn’t right at all. All the wrong feelings were surfacing. The fear and anger had almost entirely been dissolved by giddy nerves that left butterflies in your stomach and an incessant warmth that spread across your face right up to the tips of your ears. 

He glanced between the two of you before sighing. 

“I have to go talk to Viv, you two just… try not to cause any major problems while I’m gone.”

He wandered off, muttering to himself and glancing back at the two of you. 

Oliver didn’t seem to care, excitedly taking hold of your hand and dragging you through the endless hallways you were slowly becoming familiar with. 

He led you to Rook's bed and you sat there, stiff, back straight, like you had someone to impress. You supposed in a way you did. 

He poked you between the ribs, looking up at you with a tight smile as he lounged comfortably on the bed. 

“You seem nervous.”

“A little.”

“Just stop thinking so much, you’ll be just fine.”

“I can’t stop thinking.”

“Then I’ll have to distract you,” he said before grabbing your arm and yanking you down into the bed. 

You yelped a little as you fell, a noise which quickly turned into a fit of laughter as his mischievous hands tickled you.

Between bouts of laughter, you did your best to wrestle him, quickly giving up on your unheeded pleas for mercy. 

If it weren’t for the element of surprise, he never would have gotten the drop on you. He was smaller than you and easy to get the drop on and you managed to squirm your way out of his grasp, launching your own attack on him in retaliation. 

Finally, you won the battle, managing to pin him down on the mattress. Your hands trapped his wrists, restraining his devious fingers. 

“Oh no, I’m at your mercy,” he said, putting all the dramatics into his voice that he could manage. “Is this when you ravage me?” He blinked up at you in faux innocence.

You rolled your eyes but leaned down to kiss him all the same. 

Or, you kissed him as best as you could while you were both giggling. 

Oliver seemed to decide this was a prime opportunity to launch a sneak attack and poked you in the ribs once more before tackling you and kissing you once more. 

“I’m starting to think you don’t want me here at all.” You hadn’t even heard Rook come in but as you jerked your head towards him, you saw him leaning casually in the doorway. 

He strode over to the bed and Oliver moved out of the way. As loud and excitable as he tended to be, he was quiet now, letting you be the center of attention. 

Your thoughts drifted back to how he’d asked about this, saying it might make you more comfortable. You knew deep down what this was. It was a ploy from Oliver and Vivian to try and get you comfortable, to convince you to stay. They knew you liked them already, Rook was the only thing they saw in your way. 

Right now, their plan didn’t feel half bad. 

As soon as he reached the bed his mouth was crashing into yours, his patience from before dissipating. 

The kiss was almost punishing, pushing you back towards the bed, your arms wrapped around his neck.

It was everything you remembered, everything you’d wanted to feel again. He was soft but firm, gentle but commanding.  

You felt yourself losing control. 

No, you felt yourself giving up control. 

“You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled into your lips, refusing to pull away from you.

You nodded, not trusting your words right now. 

He fought off a smile as he focused on kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin but being very careful of his teeth all the while.  

And then he dropped to his knees, 

“What’re you doing?” you asked, looking down on him. 

“Poor thing, has no one ever eaten you out before?

You both knew that wasn’t what you were asking but he couldn’t seem to pass up an opportunity to tease you. “You’re testing if I trust you,” you said as he looked up at you from his spot on the floor. 

He just smirked. “Maybe. I can’t tell, who’s winning if you do trust me?”

He hiked up your skirts, nipping lightly at your thigh. You gasped at the feeling. “I don’t know, this feels a lot like winning. Do you always get on your knees so quickly?”

“If you think this was quick you should’ve seen how fast Oliver folded when he got here. I’m not sure he was even all the way through the door.”

A pillow came flying at him, thwapping him on the side of the head as you burst into a fit of giggles. 

Rook shot the culprit a halfhearted angry look that was undercut by the smile tugging at his lips. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be here to help,” he asked, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly up and down your thigh as he scolded the man sitting behind you. 

“I’m supposed to be here to make them less nervous. Do they seem nervous to you?” 

He was right. You were grateful for Oliver’s presence, his demeanor making the affair seemed lighthearted. 

Both of them proved to be incredibly calming forces, despite everything. 

Nimble fingers reached up and hooked under the band of your underwear and you gasped a little as he pulled them down. It all suddenly felt very real.

You knew he could feel the shift in your mood, his hand reaching up to grab yours. 

It was strangely endearing, watching him take control so gently, having to try and manage a delicate balance and take care of both of you. Something rose up in you and you wanted to take care of him. You tried to shoo the dangerous feeling away

“Wait.”

He looked up at you, those cloudy, dead eyes full of caution and patience.

“No biting, okay?” you said quietly, your words just for him. 

“Of course not. And what do you say if you want to stop?” he asked, squeezing your hand gently. 

“Red.”

“There we go. Don’t be afraid to use it.”

And then he was gone, disappearing beneath the fabric of your dress. 

Moments later you felt him lick through your folds, jerking a little at the sudden sensation.  Oliver giggled behind you, seeming to find your jumpiness amusing.

Rook started out teasing, avoiding your clit except for a few bumps of it with his nose.

You went to tug on his hair or pull him closer, to ask for more, to beg him to stop teasing but he was unreachable, fully engulfed by the skirts of your dress. 

It was a little frustrating, not being able to grab at his hair or see his face. 

Oliver pulled you back into his chest, cooing at you as he laid you down. 

“You look so pretty for us, Rook is missing out on the best view in the house.”

Rook seemed egged on by his words, the teasing finally coming to a merciful close as his tactics flipped, now seeming deadset on making you come as quickly as possible. 

Oliver pulled you towards him so you were laying down on your back, your head resting in his lap. He cooed at you, telling you how good you were doing and how pretty you looked. It all started to bleed together. 

You feel like you’re in a haze, grateful for Oliver’s grounding presence. His hands in your hair and his neverending talking kept you rooted to your body because you almost felt like you might float out of it, becoming a victim to sensation. 

Your legs locked around Rook's head, taking what little control you had over him as you drew closer to the edge. 

Oliver chuckled. “There you go.”

He took the movement as an encouraging sign, focusing all of his attention and refusing to stop the motion that had made you trap him against you. 

Your back arched, Oliver’s soft hands stroking your face as you came undone. Your legs stayed locked around Rook's head, his hands gripping your thighs as your hips rose in waves, riding out your orgasm. 

When you finally released him, he came out of the skirts looking disheveled, his hair a mess and panting, all the while smiling proudly up at you. 

“You alright?” he asked with a cocky grin. 

What an unfair question after what he’d just done to you. “You could say that.”

Rook grabbed Oliver’s legs and yanked him toward the edge of the bed. “You want a turn.”

He had already started to frantically unbutton his pants. “Please, yes, I do.”

Rook was still kneeling on the floor as Oliver kicked off his pants. “You alright with this?” he asked as Oliver’s painfully hard cock came bouncing up against his stomach. 

You nodded with a giggle. “Cut the poor boy some slack, he looks like he might come if you breathe on him too hard.”

That earned you a hearty laugh from Rook and a half-joking glare from Oliver. 

“I guess we’ll see.”

You had plenty of time to recover from your own orgasm, leaning against Oliver to watch as Rook firmly grasped the base of his cock before giving it a soft lick. 

Now that there were no skirts in your way you could touch him. You ran your hands through his hair and gave him encouraging words, not unlike what Oliver did to you.

He was notably meaner to Oliver than he was to you. If you thought you were being teased, Oliver was practically being tortured.

He never got more than a few touches at a time. Anytime Oliver tried to get anything more he’d pull away entirely, not saying anything, just waiting. 

Not that he really seemed to mind, despite all the irritated noises that kept escaping him. He seemed to thrive off of the attention regardless. 

With one final lick from the base of his shaft after giving him painfully little, Rook pulled fully away. 

Oliver whined, scrambling for something, anything, needing more. 

“They got to come,” he said with a pout as he reached futilely for Rook.

“Well, it isn’t your first time with me. Also, I don’t think you’ve earned it. Too much scheming for my taste.”

“Come on, don’t be mean,” he whined. 

You backed him up. “Yeah, don’t be mean.”

“Oh god, there’s three of you now,” Rook said with a groan.

Oliver giggled. “You’re outnumbered.”

“I was outnumbered before,” reasoned the vampire but Oliver took no mind of this, not willing to be deterred by something so silly as logic.

So Rook switched tactics, artfully snatching back control once more. “You think he’s earned it? Fine, I’m not stopping you.”

The implication was clear and you didn’t hesitate to answer what Rook had silently asked you. You grabbed Oliver’s face and kissed him.  

Rook seemed more than happy to just watch for a while, sitting behind Oliver with a smile on his face that you kept catching glimpses of every now and again. 

Oliver remained sandwiched between you as Rook removed his pants, something you were almost startled to realize hadn’t happened yet with him still fully clothed in juxtaposition to your states of undress. 

You snuck some greedy glances at him as he undressed. He was certainly bigger than Oliver was, although he looked similarly close to coming undone. 

He caught your eye during one of your glances and gave you a disarmingly genuine smile and a wink that made you giggle into Oliver’s mouth. 

Oliver ground against you, his cock pushing against your clothed stomach. It was still slick with Rook’s spit, gliding against you as he moved. 

Rook raised an eyebrow. “You sure you want to help him?”

You nodded, feeling like it was just as much for your benefit as it was for his. 

Oliver guided his dick in place under the increasingly more and more frustrating skirts of your dress and as he did, Rook sunk abruptly into him, pushing Oliver forward into you. You gasped as he did, your walls that had been aching to be filled flexing around his cock. 

It was a good call, having Oliver separate the two of you. He hadn’t explicitly asked but you both knew he’d led you there, he’d led you to every step of this. He didn’t need to give commands to be in control of the situation, you saw that now. 

The separation made you feel safer, less on edge. You knew Oliver, knew he couldn’t do anything to you other than perhaps an irritating poke or two. 

Despite the evergrowing trust you placed in Rook, he could still hurt you if he wanted to and the prospect would’ve been too much for you while you were here, floating, vulnerable. 

Also, Oliver was notably smaller than Rook and you were kind of glad he was the one inside of you right now. You already felt overstimulated, you weren’t sure you could’ve taken him. 

You have no idea how Oliver was managing, stimulated from both ends after being denied for so long. 

Rooks thrusts controlled him completely, moving him in and out of you sharply. You got the sense that if you hadn’t been there, he would have been going even harder. Oliver certainly wanted him to, trying to push back with nowhere to go, trapped between the two of you. 

“You’re being such a helpful little toy, aren’t you?” Rook hissed at Oliver. 

He nodded and you kissed him again, one he accepted gladly. 

You heard Rook chuckle at the sight. “You’re lucky your new friend is so sweet, I never would have helped you like this.”

Oliver’s moans started to become more desperate and Rook pulled him back, leaving you empty. 

“Please, Rook. Please drink from me, I’ll be good,” he cried out.

Rook glanced over at you as if asking for permission. You gave him a little nod and he dove in immediately, burying his head in Oliver’s neck. 

For a moment, Oliver thrashed, an instinctual push against the vampire as he broke skin. 

It only lasted a moment. Then he did anything but, trying to pull Rook in even closer and revealing his neck as much as he could. 

It lasted for a few minutes, Oliver with his hands tangled in Rook's hair, holding him there while Rook suckled from him, hips still rocking upwards as he did. 

Rook’s skin flushed as he drank, like you could see the blood entering him, giving him life. 

All the times you’d imagined a vampire feeding, you’d never pictured something like this. It was so intimate, almost sweet, the way they were entwined, connected. 

A sense of yearning started to surface in you that you couldn’t quite manage to snuff out. 

Rook pulled away, a trail of blood trickling down Oliver’s neck as he did. When he opened his eyes, you noticed they were brighter, a dark brown replacing the clouded-over eyes you’d grown accustomed to. 

He quickly reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a bandage and setting it into place, pressing a quick kiss on it before burying his face in Oliver’s neck once more. 

This time it wasn’t to drink. This time he opted to whisper quiet affirmations into his skin, telling him how well he did. 

And then he turned to you. 

The prospect of being cared for so gently suddenly seemed overwhelming. You drew back and he let you, his eyes soft and his expression anything but the hard shell he’d put on when you first came here

“We won’t get near you if you don’t want us to," he reassured you. "Just please stay. I’d rather you not be alone right now.”

You conceded that much, falling back onto the pillows on the opposite side of the bed as the pair

You noted how comfortable and safe Oliver looked. Rook just held him, making eye contact with you, a look that seems to say someday, if you want it, this could be you, safe in my arms.

A sinking feeling rose in your chest and you couldn’t tell if it was because you thought that could never be you or if it was because some part of you was still upset that someday it might be.

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[ SPOILER FOR @mrghostrat VAMPIRE AU BELOW!! ]

HERE’S MY TAKE ON THIS POST OF BILVYS NEWEST VAMPIRE X VAMPIRE HUNTER FIC!!

i am so so so happy with how it turned out, only i fear drawing this has done nothing but fuel my excitement and love and fixation on this fic before its even OUT yet.. whoops!

(please excuse how dirty the crop/teaser looks 😶)

[cinnamon-stixs]

More of the vampire au please! I miss it 🙏

Murderous intent? I think you mean ROMANTIC TENSION!