#yan male vampires

[miharuki]

𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝕱𝖊𝖒) 3

Offical theme nomura

A butler hurried through the vast mansion, carrying the morning’s correspondence for his masters. Arriving at the head of the household’s study, he stopped, straightened his attire, and composed himself professionally before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” came the voice of an older man from within. Entering as instructed, the butler held out the stack of letters that had arrived that morning. He stopped before the desk and lifted the pile. “Sir, your correspondence has arrived. However, there is one letter in particular that I believe may interest you.” The lord of the house took the pile of letters and leafed through them, reading the names of each sender, until he came upon a blue envelope with golden accents. His gaze dropped to the golden handwriting on it: Nomura L. Néantazur.

“Call (Mother’s Name) immediately,” he ordered. The butler bowed and left the study. “What could that demon possibly want this time?” he muttered under his breath.

“Why would he send us a letter like this?” asked the woman, standing beside her husband and fanning herself in distress.

“I don’t know,” he replied, disdain evident in his voice. “I’d bet it’s about that brat again.” The man sneered before taking a letter opener and carefully slicing open the cyan envelope. As he read the elegantly penned words, spelling out Nomura’s intent with the utmost formality, his wife couldn’t contain herself.

“He wants what?!” she shrieked, collapsing into the chair in front of her husband, hand on her forehead in despair.

“To think that little disgrace could catch his attention,” the man muttered, setting the letter down and glancing out the window at a small house hidden within the gardens, far from the main mansion.

“It wasn’t enough to keep her on our property? We had to apologize to the royal family, and now that wretched girl brings even more trouble upon us? How could I have given birth to someone like her?” The man stood, stepping over to his wife, who had her face in her hands, and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, dear; she’s not a problem to us… for now.”

Naturally, upon arriving home, her parents had been disappointed—if not more than that.

“So, what do we do now?” the woman asked, dramatically sobbing, while her husband smiled beside her.

“We’ll simply say that the letter never reached us. There’s no way we’re allying with that blue devil.”

“Yes, exactly. Well thought out.” They exchanged smiles, pleased with their scheme.

What they hadn’t anticipated, however, was that just a week later, an elegant carriage in dark tones with a blue gleam would arrive on their estate. The man who stepped out wore costly shoes and elegant attire, his guards surrounding him as he made his way to the door and knocked firmly. After a few seconds, the maid opened the door and, shocked by the visitor, dropped the feather duster she was holding.

With a sweet smile concealing something darker, he looked at her and said, “Will you allow us to enter and summon your masters?”

The maid quickly stepped aside, opening the door further, allowing the young man and his guards to enter. The butler, who had been watching from a distance, hurried over to join them.

“A-ah, my apologies! Please, follow me to the parlor.” The butler passed by the maid, tugging on her sleeve as he whispered urgently, “What are you waiting for? Go fetch them!”

The butler led the way to the sitting room, allowing the young man to take a seat before bowing. Soon, another maid appeared, pushing a cart and setting down a tray with a fine teapot and matching cups. She poured tea for the young man, who accepted it with a smile and took a sip.

The door opened shortly after, revealing the master and mistress of the house. The man’s expression initially showed shock before he cleared his throat and regained his composure. Behind him stood his wife, partially hiding her face behind her fan. They both took seats on the sofa opposite the visitor.

“Your Highness! To what do we owe this visit?”

“Well, it seems you haven’t received my letter, seeing as I received no response,” Nomura noted, setting his teacup on its saucer before looking up at them. The man exchanged a nervous glance with his wife before chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, yes… no letter here. I mean, you know how postal services are these days, eh? Ha… ha…”

“Very well,” Nomura replied, his tone cool as he leaned back slightly. “I am here to propose a business arrangement. A mutually beneficial one for both of us.”

pt1. Pt2

"I'll possibly do Part 4:)

Should I make a smut? Or do you not like that? I think I might turn it into a series. But seriously, Nomura is officially a profile character now.

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[sunnypopoki]

YANDERE X READER RECS ━━

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ!

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 ( yandere! mafia husband x female! reader)

Y/N fell in love with him in high school, married him after graduation, and moved in with him whenever she decided to go to college. But something about him was odd. Disappearing at night, being gone for days on end, answering suspicious unknown phone calls, being overly clingy... He's not cheating, right? Or was something worse going on?

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD, TUMBLR, QUOTEV

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 ( dark reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Y/N wanted her arranged husband dead. Who could blame her? After she was forced to marry the Grand Duke, she knew that she'd live a miserable life, especially if it meant being tethered to him til the end of her days. So she started to make a plan. A sinister plan to kill him, his close friends, and topple his empire of fame to the ground. If she wasn't allowed to have rights, why should they? But it was easier said than done... because unbeknownst to her, three men would do anything to appease her.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD

𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 ( yandere! emperor x female! reader )

Emperor Cadmus Dimitriou. Whether people knew him by his title as emperor of Kiaba, or his cutthroat win in the war three years ago, they all knew that a man like him was destined for greatness. But Y/N? She was destined for the constant spray of blood, the roaring of the crowd, and the thud of bodies dropping. It wasn't like Gladiators had a choice. However, that all changed when she was bought for a cheap price by a cruel man who wanted to test her fame. And Emperor Cadmus wouldn't take no for an answer.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 ( yandere! vampire x male! reader )

The Devil stopped at the doorstep of Y/N's church with a charming smile. Business, he said, that was why he came by to visit. His touch left Y/N's skin in flames, his gaze made his stomach twist, and his voice made his head spin. This man, Linus Ambrose Wittherson, had to be Lucifer himself.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ( assassins! reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Everyone inside Fulminare Academy had secrets; the professors, the students, the scrappy dogs outside. Y/N was no different. However, she never thought those secrets would lead to her demise. Mysterious men were out for her head, or more specifically, the knowledge inside it. May curiosity kill these wicked cats.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD & QUOTEV

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓 ( yandere! serial killer x male! reader )

Y/N knew there was something wrong with him but he couldn't help it. He was 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. Who wouldn't be hooked onto someone like Micah Ariti? A transfer student from Greece who was perfect in every way; his athleticism, his creativity, his 'no-bullshit' type of personality. Even if he knew then about who he really was, he was already addicted. He would never let him go.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

[thehauntedetheral]

Carlisle Cullen

• He is the epitome of gentle love.

• Always make sure you are comfortable and healthy.

• Will cook for you different kind of cuisines or whatever you like but while keeping a healthy balanced diet in mind.

• Will always cover you with an extra layer or his jacket in winter season.

• Whenever you both have some free time on your hands you both would cuddle and Carlisle reads the books to you in his soothing voice. It's just your thing. Away from world in each other's embrace reading.

• He will give you little kisses at any small chance he gets.

• If you fell sick even though it's a small flu. He will go all doctor mode, checking up on your health.

● Whenever Carlisle looks at you he thanks god for giving him such a lovely and precious person.

• Carlisle can't remember and he don't want to remember how did he lived hundreds of years without you. Because now just the thought of you not being with him causes his cold frozen heart pain.

• Doing acts of services is his main language.

• Will comb your hair while saying how beautiful you are, cook for you, helps you or more like does all the chores after all vampire speed comes in handy.

• Will braid your hair, make braid crowns while you yap about "Do you know what happened today?"

"Tell me " Carlisle will say while braiding or playing with your hairs.

• Is a total gentleman. Since you started dating him you have never opened a door because he always open doors for you.

• Will gift you with diamonds or cars when there is a special occasion or sometimes will just gift you because being with you is a big occasion.

• Definitely has a praise kink. Will praise you and compliment you in bedroom and outside too. He loves how your cheeks heat up and a big smile lights up your face when he compliments you.

• Is definitely the most supportive man. You want to be stay at home? He will take care of you forever. You want to do job? Supports you in everyway he can.

• Makes you lunch for job while putting little love notes in it saying how much he loves you and is proud of you.

• You two always hug each other whenever you get a chance. It's your way of saying I love you or I missed you.

• You get flowers after every 2 - 3 days because this man just can't ever stop appreciating you.

• Handles jealousy maturely.

• You both lay in each other's arms and talk about everything and nothing all night till you fall asleep while Carlisle just embraces you tight and listen to your heartbeats like a lullaby.

• Is the most patient and calm man you ever met.

• whenever you are anxious or nervous or having a mental breakdown. He embraces you, rubs your shoulder, talks to you about the issue or your feelings. Makes you calm.

• You both are so perfectly synchronized with each other that the people close to you says you act like an married couple.

• Well it is soon to become reality. Because Carlisle already has a ring sitting in his pockets for days just waiting for the perfect moment to pop the question. And might I say while asking you the question this thousands of year old calm vampire who was nervous as hell while everyone was chill Because they obviously know you are gonna say yes.

• And yes the wedding gift from Carlisle will be an beautiful private island bought by him and named after you. Where you both are gonna spend a very good time.

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[fidesvirtusobsession]

Echoes of a Thousand Nights

Prologue || Chapter 1

(Yandere Vampire x AFAB reader)

Description: For centuries, Alaric has walked the earth, bound by the cruel hand of fate. A vampire of old blood, he has seen empires fall, lovers turn to dust, and the world reshape itself around him. Yet, through the endless nights, one thing remains constant—her. The woman who haunts his past lives, slipping through his fingers with every rebirth. She never remembers, never knows who he is, yet he finds her, lifetime after lifetime, only to lose her again.Now, in the present day, her scent resurfaces in the most unlikely of places—an underground auction house where humans are sold like cattle. But Alaric will not let fate steal her away this time. This time, he will keep her.

The grand doors of the manor creaked as they slowly opened, revealing the hollow echoes of a home that had not seen true life in centuries. Alaric stood motionless for a moment in the doorway, his dark eyes scanning the expansive foyer. The scent of dust and forgotten time clung to the air like a memory too painful to shake.

The chandeliers above hung with the weight of years, their crystals catching the faintest light, though it hardly seemed to touch the shadows below. The marble floors were cold beneath his boots, and the towering columns that lined the entrance seemed to stretch endlessly toward the high ceiling, suffocating in their grandeur. The manor had once been alive, brimming with laughter, with voices, with love. Now, it was little more than a mausoleum to his regret.

As he stepped deeper into the hall, his gaze inevitably flicked toward the walls. Portraits—framed, gilded, and lifeless—lined the corridor. Each one was a woman. His heart tightened, and a bitter ache settled within him.

He paused before the first portrait, the face of a noblewoman from the 1600s, her dark eyes staring back at him, frozen in time. Alaric could still remember her, though he’d forgotten her name. She had been kind, once, a fleeting spark in his centuries of darkness. Yet, her love had been shallow, a mere distraction to fill the void until she faded into nothingness, like the others.

The next portrait was a woman from the 1800s, a beauty captured in delicate oils, her skin glowing with a youth that had long since been stolen by time. She had loved him in the way all human women loved—fervently and without knowledge of the monster he truly was. She had been one of many.

But they all felt like cuts on his heart.

He moved through the hallway, each portrait a scar, each one a reminder of the countless women who had tried to love him, each one a failed attempt at filling the space left by her. The witch. The healer. His beloved. Her.

The walls were a testament to his inability to hold onto anyone. For every lifetime he had spent without her, another woman had tried to weave herself into his existence, and yet none could replace her. Not even for a moment. Her absence was a wound that never healed.

As he reached the end of the hall, a larger portrait hung before him, the figure draped in deep blues and greens, her face almost haunting in its resemblance to the woman he had known and loved so many lifetimes ago. The colors bled into the canvas like an unfinished painting, a reflection of what had been left unsaid. Her face, youthful and radiant, was framed by curls that had once brushed his chest as she laughed against him. The memories washed over him, raw and painful.

He stared at the portrait for a long time, his chest tight with emotion. Why had he never been able to keep her?

His hand, instinctively, reached out as if to touch the glass, but he stopped short, fingers hovering. His breath slowed as he gazed into the eyes of the painting, the eyes that reminded him of a time long past.

“Soon,” he murmured under his breath, the words barely a whisper in the vast emptiness of the hall. “Soon, I will see you again, and this time…”

His words trailed off into the silence of the manor, the weight of his own regret hanging in the air like a tangible thing.

He turned away from the portrait and ascended the grand staircase, each step feeling heavier than the last. The manor, a cold and lifeless shell, was his prison. His eternal prison. And she was the key.

And yet, even as he ascended, Alaric couldn’t shake the thought that perhaps the key would remain out of his reach forever, lost to the flow of time and fate.

Alaric’s boots echoed across the marble floors, each step slow, deliberate. He had lingered too long in the hall of portraits. The candlelight flickered across the faces that haunted him—each one a version of her, frozen in time. His gaze lingered on the last painting: her in the 1960s, barefoot, smiling freely in the sun, hair wild as she leaned out of a painted van. The memory tightened in his chest.

With a quiet breath, he turned away, retreating into the dimly lit corridors of the manor. Servants moved soundlessly around him, dusting chandeliers, adjusting the heavy velvet curtains. Some nodded respectfully as he passed, though none dared disturb him. They had learned long ago when his thoughts were elsewhere.

As he neared his study, the weight of the past pressed heavier on his shoulders. It had been too long.

He had spent centuries following her thread through time, always finding her in some form—sometimes younger, sometimes older, but always unmistakably her. And yet, this time… nothing. No whisper of her scent. No trace of her soul.

Has something happened?

A frown deepened the lines on his face. The world was cruel, and she had lived through so many tragedies. The Industrial Revolution, the plague, the wars—each life had been short, fleeting. What if this time, there was no version of her to find? What if he had lost her before he even had the chance?

The thought sent a cold, unwelcome chill through his ancient bones.

Alaric pushed open the door to his study. The fire was already burning, casting flickering shadows along the bookshelves. A glass of wine sat untouched on the desk, left there by a servant who knew his habits too well. He barely glanced at it as he leaned against the desk, fingers pressing into the polished wood.

He had spent lifetimes waiting.

But for the first time in centuries, he feared he might be waiting for nothing.

Alaric sat in the dim glow of the study, a glass of untouched wine resting in his hand. The manor was silent, save for the crackling of the fireplace, the flames casting flickering shadows against the walls. But even in the stillness, the past refused to let him rest.

It started as a whisper. A voice, distant yet familiar.

"Alaric, you’re not even listening, are you?"

His grip on the glass tightened. He exhaled slowly, his gaze fixed on the fire, yet his mind was no longer in the present. The warmth of the flames could not chase away the chill of memory.

He saw her then—his her—standing barefoot in a forest clearing, her hair tangled from the wind, arms full of herbs. The memory was sharp, painfully vivid. She had been laughing at him, scolding him for hovering while she foraged.

"You act like I’ll break if I step on a root the wrong way," she had teased, tucking a wildflower behind her ear.

He had wanted to tell her then, wanted to warn her—she would break. The world would break her, over and over again, and he would be left to pick up the shattered pieces, if there was anything left to find.

Alaric closed his eyes, willing the vision away. But the past did not relent.

The scent of burning wood filled his senses, and suddenly he was standing in the middle of a ruined village. Smoke curled into the night sky, the air thick with the stench of charred flesh. He could still hear the screams, the sickening crackle of fire consuming wood, cloth, skin.

"The witch has been dealt with, Lord Alaric."

His fangs had torn into the man before the words had fully left his lips.

He could still feel the blood on his hands. The rage. The despair. The unbearable silence after he had burned the village to the ground, but no matter how much he destroyed, she did not return to him.

Alaric inhaled sharply, jerking himself back to the present. The glass in his hand had cracked, deep fissures splintering through the crystal. A single drop of wine trailed down his fingers, dark as blood.

He stared at it, at the trembling of his own hand.

Centuries had passed. Empires had fallen, new worlds had risen. And yet, the past clung to him, unshakable.

Some nights, he wondered if he would ever truly be free of it.

But deep down, he knew the truth.

Not until he found her again.

The fire crackled softly in the dimly lit study, but Alaric barely registered the sound. His thoughts were tangled in the past, the weight of centuries pressing heavy against his chest. He stared at the untouched glass of wine on his desk, fingers drumming idly against the polished wood.

Then, the door burst open.

A gust of air rushed into the room as one of his servants stumbled inside, breathless. His usually composed staff never entered unannounced—unless it was urgent.

Alaric’s golden eyes flicked up, sharp as a blade.

The servant clutched his side, struggling to speak through ragged breaths. “M-My lord… the auction house—”

A flicker of irritation crossed Alaric’s features. “I’m well aware of such places. What of it?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it. Auction houses weren’t uncommon in the underground—humans sold like cattle, destined to be nothing more than blood bags. He had no interest in such barbaric dealings.

The servant shook his head, still panting. “No, my lord… It’s not just any auction.” He swallowed hard, then met Alaric’s gaze with wide, frantic eyes.

“I think… I think we found her scent.”

Alaric went still.

For a moment, the only sound was the distant ticking of the grandfather clock.

His fingers tightened against the desk’s edge. “…Say that again.”

The servant hesitated, as if fearing his own words. “I caught her scent. It’s faint, but unmistakable. She’s there.”

Alaric’s breath left him in a slow exhale. He had searched for years, for lifetimes, following the lingering traces of her soul through time itself. And now, after so long… she was close enough for him to grasp.

His expression darkened.

A soul like hers—beautiful, radiant, and unknowingly tied to him—was in an auction house?

Sold like cattle?

His jaw tightened, fingers curling into a fist. The fire behind him flared, shadows stretching ominously against the walls.

"Where?" His voice was low, steady, but it carried the weight of a storm.

The servant flinched but quickly answered, “The underground sector, my lord. Tonight.”

Alaric didn’t hesitate.

He was going to bring her home.

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[yanteetle]

THINK ABOUT IT

vampire Raphael

HE ALREADY HAS THE SHARP TEETH

anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk 😌

also eat a descent meal, brush your teeth, AND DRINK WATER

"Just a small bite.. just a little bit, I promise..."

i passed out several times drawing this. Thank you for bringing me to your very lovely Ted talk <33 I think I went a little ham on this one, but I swear he's just asking for a teeny bit of blood. Just a eeny meeny bit :))

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[idanceuntilidie]

Double trouble

Yan vampire twins x male reader Requests are open. Tw. yandere tendecies, mentions of death.

You and your friends decided to explore a fancy Victorian mansion at the verge of the town. It was supposed to be abandoned and in good condition, some of your friends suggested that it could be a good hang out spot. 

You agreed, having nothing better to do. 

When all of you got there it was dark already, so you took flashlights and hurried inside.  The inside was well kept, in fact it looked like someone is still living in there. It made you really nervous.  Your friend said it may be because no one really tried to break in because of the legends surrounding the place.   Something about vampires.   

Ridiculous.   

All of you got to the main hall, it was rather spacious. Polished dark oak shined when the light was directed at it. On both sides were hallways to two other spacious rooms and in front of you guys were standing proudly massive stairs.  It would take you too long to search the place in a group so all of you decided to separate to search the place faster. 20 minutes, and all of you had to go back to the main hall to make sure everyone is okay. Everyone scurried away leaving you alone. You slowly walked up the stairs, the wood creaking. 

When you finally got there, you were faced with a long hallway full of beautiful paintings on your right side, on your left there were huge windows and pillars.    The paintings had one thing in common, two boys, who looked so similar but at the same time so different.  Oddly enough they had such beautiful red eyes. Your hand reached to touch one of of the paintings  Then you heard a scream.   

Eyes widening, you yelled your friends name and ran towards the screaming.    The mansion seemingly got bigger, the hallways never ending, you tried your best to follow the screaming. Until it stopped and you found the body of your friend, she looked like the life was sucked out of her.  Your lips quivered.  You need to get out of here. You ran, and got lost, yu felt like the mansion was playing tricks on you.  The paintings, walls, pillars window seemed to repeat.    When you finally got to the stair well a spark of hope bloomed in your chest, but they you noticed two men waiting at the bottom of it.  They looked like the boys from the paintings! They were surrounded by the lifeless bodies of your friends. 

You wanted to gag.  You wanted to turn away and run.  One of them looked in your direction, his face looked bored. His lips were painted red, it was dripping down his chin.    “Brother look.. another one appeared.”   The other looked in your direction smiling, he was in the similar state as the other one.   “Oh, my aren't you just charming.”    He giggled and spread his arms widely. 

“Aren’t you lucky I am quite full”  You backed away and was about to head up when a pair of arms, you felt someone rest their head on your shoulder.  “He smells so sweet... Brother” he mumbled.  “So fun, so different than them...”    “Good job Qing, they were ready to scurry away”  Qing didn’t respond, he only buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, you could feel something sharp.  “I want to keep this one, Quillion, he is so pretty, so alive”    Quillion only smiled at that, he slowly walked to the both of you. You tried desperately to get away, but Qings death grip keep you in place.  The other brother cupped your face with his hand, he hummed while deciding what to do with you. 

“Why yes, he is dear brother, I think I am in love. Is this what you humans call in love at first sight?” 

His face got closer to yours you, his breath fanned across your face.  You felt Qing chuckle.  “I think I am in love also brother”    Quillion smiled proudly at that.  “So it has been decided, you are staying with us.”    “And you can’t leave.” 

[vampirecowboy666]

Pressing on her stomach when I'm inside so she can't ever think of another motherfucker EVER.

[yandereend]

Quick idea from one of my friends:

Vampire yandere with a complete Opposite Reader. Like Reader just standing in the Kitchen cooking their favorite garlic bread, while Vampire yan is dying but hey nobody said stalking is easy

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Reader :Jakob, lets go to the beach you really need a tan

Jakob, sweating bullets : yeah … but did you know im allergic to sunlight?

Reader : No way, that makes so much sense… is that why you have fangs?

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Reader : Jakob you can be honest. I know why you only eat red meat that’s still raw with blood everywhere…

Jakob : oh I … I understand

Reader : Your autistic

Jakob : …Are you Crazy or dumb Loca ?!?!?

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A vampire named Jakob calling you loca … see what I did there ?

[remithevampire]

im like a vampire now, got a lust for blood.

your scent is still on my tongue, need the taste of your blood, i promise, i’ll do you no harm

i want a taste of your life

i wanna take a bite

don’t fight it

so fall in my arms

[sweetheartmotives]

My Yandere oc's Sexualitys!

Micah, The yan Bartender: I see him as bisexual.

If there's a hole, there's a goal.

Yandere Arctic Fox Hybrid: gay gay homosexual Man Fucker. He loves men so much (just like me)

Yandere Otter Hybrid: Maybe pansexual? He likes whatever human takes care of him, no matter the gender :)

Yandere Stalker: Homosexual fr He loves men, ladies are too classic for stalking, so he goes for men

Clumsy Yandere: Bisexual or Pansexual. He likes whatever

Yandere vampire: Bisexual leaning heavily towards men. I don't see him liking female gentiles as much as he likes male genitalia :P

Yumako, The yan magical girl: Lesbian! I see her liking girls only, she's spent too long daydreaming about guys. She needs a lady!

Yandere Cafe Host: I actually don't know? Maybe straight??

Harper, The yan Eagle Hybrid: again, pansexual. Whatever he finds pretty and mate worthy, hes taking it! :)

Jaakobah, Evil Yan Cupid: Gay. He's fruity as fuck 💀

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Hello everyone! I said I was going to sleep.. but I've decided to use my insane brain energy I'm having right now to write fics! Don't mind me.. just posting without thought!

I hope you all enjoyed reading, as I enjoyed writing! :D

[xx-world-class-fuck-up-xx]

I want them to know how obsessed I can be with them, allowing me to do whatever I please to them and hear them whine and gasp in my ear when I chomp my teeth hard into them and suck their blood, then enjoying the pain and pleasure and then enjoying their blood on my teeth and lips, wanting more...

[sunnypopoki]

This is some old art I made for a yandere story I was working on, and now I am currently rewriting—I remember I got the idea for this pose from one of those dramatic renaissance paintings. I think I drew this 1 and a half years ago? Maybe two? I can’t remember. Some friends on discord reminded me about this guy and all that recently.

It’s a YANDERE VAMPIRE X CORRUPT PRIEST READER. Honestly I’m a little unsure if I should bring it back so please tell me if any of ya’ll are interested in it, if you just want it here on tumblr or somewhere else.

The vampire is named Linus Wittherson, he’s from Romania and he’s ancient. The reader is from a western town as a priest. These two are from separate worlds fr fr 💀 It was going to be a MALE X MALE story but I don’t know if should change it to MALE X FEMALE or whatnot, or if I should keep it, since I do write both genders.

Anyway idk what to do at this point- tell me, request something, anything. I don’t want to scrap this idea but I’m just unsure of how to go about it…?

[fidesvirtusobsession]

𝔄𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔵

The Last Lord of House Devereaux

"Fate is a cruel thing, an endless cycle of longing and loss. But this time, I will not let her slip away."

Biographical Information

Full Name: Alaric Laurent Devereaux

Alias(es): Lord Devereaux, The Crimson Shade, The Forgotten Heir

Date of Birth:October 31th, 1502

Date of Turning: 1530

Age: Over 500 years old

Biological Age: 28

Species: Vampire (Pureblooded, Old Blood)

Bloodline: Devereaux Family (Extinct)

Family

Grandparents

Lucien Devereaux – A sharp-witted nobleman who expanded the family's influence through calculated marriages and war. Rumored to have dabbled in alchemy and forbidden knowledge.

Geneviève Devereaux (née Beaumont) – A shrewd matriarch who ensured the family's legacy remained strong.

Parents

Étienne Devereaux – A formidable war general who served under King Charles VIII, known for his ruthless efficiency and belief in duty over sentiment.

Isabeau Devereaux (née Montclair) – A woman of grace and sharp intellect, known for her religious devotion. She balanced the family's cold pragmatism with warmth, but she died when Alaric was young, leaving a void in his life.

Siblings

Adrien Devereaux (Elder Brother) – The perfect heir, admired by all. He upheld the family’s reputation with unwavering discipline. His relationship with Alaric was strained, filled with unspoken rivalry.

Cécile Devereaux (Younger Sister) – Alaric’s light in the darkness. Cécile was full of life, dreaming of breaking away from arranged marriages and living freely. She was his closest confidante

Physical Description

Height: 6'3" (191 cm)

Build: Lean yet powerful, a physique honed by centuries of battle

Hair Color: Deep raven black, slightly wavy, often neatly styled

Eye Color: A haunting shade of piercing silver, darkening when enraged or bloodthirsty

Skin Tone: Pale, almost marble-like, with an unnatural smoothness

Distinguishing Features:

A faint scar along his jawline—a remnant from his mortal life

A perpetual scent of aged wood, copper, and something darkly alluring

An unsettling stillness, rarely blinking, moving with supernatural grace

History

Early Life

Born into the prestigious Devereaux family, Alaric was raised in noble luxury, destined to inherit his family's vast estate. The Devereaux name carried power, whispered among aristocrats and scholars alike. However, fate would not allow him to live out his mortal years in peace.

Alaric Devereaux’s Family History & Early Life

House Devereaux: A Noble Bloodline

Alaric Devereaux was born into the esteemed House Devereaux, an aristocratic family of French origin with deep ties to wealth, politics, and military affairs. The Devereauxs were landowners, known for their vast estates, influence in court, and unwavering loyalty to the French crown. Their lineage traced back to knights and advisors who served under various monarchs, making them a family of both warriors and intellectuals.

By the early 1500s, the Devereaux name was synonymous with power, refinement, and an almost obsessive emphasis on legacy. It was believed that a Devereaux man’s duty was to expand his family's influence, while a Devereaux woman’s role was to secure advantageous alliances.

However, beneath the polished exterior of nobility, their family harbored dangerous enemies—rival houses, envious courtiers, and those who whispered of dark omens surrounding their bloodline.

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Alaric’s Early Life: The Golden Heir

Born October 31st, 1502, Alaric was the eldest son and heir to the Devereaux estate. As a child, he was raised with the best tutors, learning multiple languages, swordsmanship, strategy, and diplomacy. His father, Lord Étienne Devereaux, was a hardened statesman, a man who ruled with iron discipline. His mother, Lady Geneviève Devereaux, was known for her wit and grace, a woman whose whispers carried more weight in court than most noblemen’s proclamations.

Alaric had two younger siblings:

Lucien Devereaux (1499-1530) – His eldest brother, Lucien was everything Alaric had aspired to be. His strength, his leadership, his warmth—all stolen in a single night.

Cécile Devereaux (1512-1530) – Their family’s delicate yet fiery youngest daughter, doted upon and protected

Despite the rigid expectations placed upon him, Alaric was not just a product of duty—he was a dreamer. He would sneak away from the estate to ride through the countryside, fascinated by the simplicity of common life. He would read poetry in secret, despite his father’s belief that literature softened a warrior’s heart. He was raised to be a leader, but he longed to be free.

The Fall of House Devereaux: The Night of Slaughter

At the height of their influence, the Devereauxs made the mistake of crossing the wrong people—whether it was a rival house, a betrayed ally, or something far darker is lost to history.

One fateful winter’s night, 1530, their grand estate was attacked in what history would record as a political assassination, but what Alaric would later learn was something far more sinister. The assailants were not mere men, but monsters. Vampires.

Alaric barely survived. He awoke to the smell of blood, his home in ruins, his parents, siblings, and household slaughtered. The noble halls that once echoed with music and laughter were now soaked in crimson silence.

Before he could even mourn, he was taken.

A vampire known only as The Marquis had orchestrated the massacre, though his motives remain unknown. Rather than kill Alaric, he took him as a personal servant, a blood slave. It was a cruel fate—one that ensured that the last heir of House Devereaux would not die but would instead serve his family’s murderer.

For years, Alaric was trapped in a nightmare of submission. He was forced to kneel where his father once stood tall, to bleed where his family once feasted, to become nothing but a plaything for an ancient predator.

Until he turned the tables.

The Turning: Breaking the Chains

Alaric spent years watching, learning. He memorized his captor’s weaknesses, his routines, his indulgences. When the moment finally came, he overpowered The Marquis, using all the rage, grief, and training he had once been given as a noble heir.

But his victory came at a cost.

In the struggle, Alaric was turned, his body infused with the very curse that had destroyed his life. The transformation was not gentle—it was agony, a slow death and rebirth. When he awoke, he was no longer human.

The world he once belonged to was gone. The Devereaux name had faded into whispers, his family buried in unmarked graves, his home reclaimed by nature. He was the last of his line, a ghost of a forgotten era.

But he would never be a slave again.

From that day forward, Alaric vowed to never serve another, to never bow, to never let fate take from him again. He forged a new life, one that would ensure he was in control, always.

And so, the nobleman became something else. A phantom in the night, a relic of an age long past.

A vampire who would shape his own destiny.

Abilities & Powers

Enhanced Strength & Speed – Capable of moving faster than the eye can track

Hypnotic Influence – Can compel mortals with his gaze, though he despises using it

Heightened Senses – Can hear a heartbeat from across a hall, smell a single drop of blood in a storm

Regeneration – Mortal wounds heal quickly, though his scars remain as echoes of his past

Longevity – Immortal, but not invincible

Shadow Manipulation (Limited) – A rare ability among vampires, allowing him to blend into darkness

Relationships

House Devereaux (Deceased) – His slaughtered family, whom he still mourns

Lucien Devereaux(Grandfather)

Geneviève Devereaux (Grandmother)

Étienne Christian Devereaux(Father)

Isabeau Devereaux(Mother)

Lucian Adrien Devereaux(Elder Brother)

Cécile Clementine Devereaux(Younger sister)

His Servants (All Vampires) – Loyal to him, bound by old-world rules

(Y/N) – The woman fate refuses to let him forget

Trivia

Despite being a vampire, he prefers wine over blood in social settings

His manor contains a massive library filled with books centuries old

He still wears a signet ring bearing the Devereaux crest

He despises auction houses, a reminder of his own past enslavement

Has a deep respect for women, despite coming from a time when they were seen as lesser.

All of his servants were once people he saved, befriended, and turned—each one carrying a unique past, bound to him by gratitude rather than servitude. They all have the right to leave at anytime, he doesn't see them as his property or minions.

He despises auction houses, as they are a cruel reminder of his own past enslavement.

Tends to wander his manor at night in quiet contemplation, lost in thought.

Can play the piano with haunting precision, though he rarely does so unless alone.

Image by @alebrasil0101 (ai)

[blvdprn]

introducing . . .

VINCENT ! [ the vampire ]

closest look —noé archiviste from the case study of vanitas (then), kaeya alberich from genshin impact (now)

## spoiled, childish, kind of narcissistic, jealous, clingy, arrogant, manipulative

?? short white hair (originally) — hip length dark blue (now dyed), black eyes — red while or after drinking blood, dark skin, 5’9 or 175cm, physically looks like a young adult with no specific age, skinny lean — blood diet — naturally strong so he sees no need for muscle, beauty mark under left eye, back dimples

Vincent Dragomir, one of the most powerful vampires from his era. Born into the royal family, he was considered a pure blood —birthed from a long line of vampires instead of being created into one. No one really knew how they were able to procreate, seeing as they never associated with anyone other than themselves. Young but reckless, he had the reputation of legs on a chainsaw. Meaning, he left a bloodbath and a pool full of guts wherever he went. Nobody (not even his family) could stop him. That was until the royal family was brutally murdered in broad daylight —a time when all vampires are weakened. Every pure blood but him was killed, making him the last of his kind. Now, nobody but him knows the truth about what exactly happened on that day.

After that fateful day all those years ago, Vincent had to take on a whole new identity. It was hard at first. With him being from the royal family, the entire vampire world knew his face. Being easily recognizable, he tried his best in living underground —although it was a huge change. From golds and riches to grime and dirt, he had to stop being so spoiled. At some point, he felt like he was going to go crazy, so after one of his monthly hunts, he decided to take a different route.

Bad idea.

He was now in an unknown world. Void of magic and monsters.

Once he fell down the rabbit hole, Vincent knew exactly what had happened. He’s only heard stories, about a world different from theirs, one with no magical capabilities. A world where everyone and everything was completely and utterly weak. Never in his wildest dreams did he think it was true, nor that he’d ever end up there. Yet here he was, in the middle of a place called Australia (he asked around), whatever that was. It didn’t take him long to find out that he was able to control humans by simply looking at them in the eyes. After that, he was thriving. He traveled all around the world, going from country to country and changing his surname every few decades. Right now, he was Vincent Morcef —one of the youngest CEO’s in the world. The unknown face of a famous multi billionaire clothing company.

[idanceuntilidie]

𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓

Or is it?

Yandere vampire twins x reader. (The reader is meant to be male, the pronouns I use is "you" mostly.)

I JUST NOTICED I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU SO MUCH

I might do something for this occasion:D Should I draw them? I was thinking about this for few days actually. Warnings: mentions of being kept against will, forced closure, yandere themes, gouing eyes out. Requests are open,

Few months has passed since the brothers have kept you, few months since all of your friends died. 

It was hard to forget, especially when the brothers liked to talk about how easy it was.   

You weren’t let out, you missed the sun, the trees and the grass. You missed outisde.  The brothers forced you to change your sleep schedule, so now you slept durning the day, with at least one of the brothers by your side, and was active at night.  The change often gave you painful headaches.    They made sure you were well taken care of, you had many maids, all of them had to cover their eyes or cover the area where their eyes should be.  Qing and Quillion got crazy jealous rezulting in damaging the maids, saying they are not allowed to look at you. You always wondered how they are able to do their tasks.   You wore matching outfits with the brothers and were served the most delicious dishes.  Ugh.  You hated dinners at the Dime residence.  Carefully prepeared food, displayed beautifully on the dark oak table.  The plates were spotless, not a speck of dust visible.   The brothers are clean freaks you guessed, and from what the maids told you they would get so furious if something was imperfect.   

They were sitting right in front of you, you could feel their gaze burning into your school.  You haven’t touched your food, and they want you to be happy and healthy so you can produce more blood and share.  It’s that simple. You don’t get why they even try, why they sit in front of you eating something that won’t satisfy their hunger.  You frown, face twisting in disgust at the food before you.  It wasn’t bad, hell, you normally wouldn’t be able to afford something like this. Even some maids came to you and begged you to eat it.    Qing stood up harshly, the table shook with how fast he stood up. He walked up to you grabbing your hand and making you also get up and face him.  His face looked bored, but upon making eye contant that bored look turned into a scowl. 

“Why aren’t you eating?”   

You scoffed,  “What if you poisoned something? I do not trust you.”   

Qing wasn’t satisfied with the answer, you heard a chuckle and saw a Quillions head resting on his brother's shoulder.  Smiling widely at you.    “Honey, you need to eat othwerwise you might die, but then again what if we turned you into one of us? We will be living happy for eternity.”  He happily chirped at you.   

Your heart sank, Qing sighed and let go of your hand.  He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it. (That’s how he liked to apologise.)  It made your cheeks burn, you still don’t know if it was from anger or flustered. 

Quillion kissed your forehead.    “Now darling, eat up, we want to eat too”