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Hellsing is literally trigun, brittish vampire au.

Vampire Luffy been on my mind again

Wait what vampire did Silver get betrayed by

could have been anyone 👁️👁️

Talking about fanfiction with my group chat and everytime they ask what my favourite fanfics for certain ships are I just have to deflect the conversation because my favourite fics just so happen to be written in october and they don't want to match my freak (the freaky little guys make me cry over them for 30+ chapters)

Silly Idea I got from a Jayvik AU comic xd

Vampire dating an iron-deficient person

vamp feeds off their partner (with consent ofccc)

vamp suddenly pulls away, giving their partner a disapproving, suspicious look "you haven't been taking your iron supplements, have you?"

More vampire au! Slowly getting all their designs… now introducing Law!

GUYYYSSSSS more designs for my vampire au 🤭🤭 this time…. It’s the non-vamps!!! I had a lot of fun designing Nami’s dress…. Then got a little lazy with the two losers >3> anyway, NO MORE PHONE DRAWINGS!!! I got my computer back eheh

I promise I’ll do Usopp, Jinbei, and Franky… I just don’t know how to improve perfection.

Close ups!!!

She’ll eat your heart! Just kidding… she’d rather a salad. Sanji would probably be into both tho

Ace what are you doing here!?!? GO AWAY!!

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May I say I was inspired by @palesweetscherryblossom

The human felt his heart throb loudly in his ears, he couldn't hear anything but his own heart beat as he ran. His limbs burnt as he thought he would fall at any moment and die. But he kept inhaling harshly even if it hurt. Even if the needed oxygen burned in his lungs and blurred his vision. He just wanted to get away, he wanted to be as far away as possible from that... that MONSTER! Tears tickled in his eyes and had made their way down his scarred cheeks, the marks on them were not just from the countless times he laid on that cold metal table.

Pain ran through his body as he gasped and she'd tears, his limbs shook as his hands were now open and bruised while his entire body twitched in the ground. His stupid self couldn't even keep his clothes clean! Now he just panted as his eyes darted around. He could barely make put anything... beside the fact that he wasn't in the woods anymore. Oh god!!? Where was he?! He needed to move.

He yelled at his body and coughed as he lifted himself up on his knees. His hands burned as the blood was smeared on the grass and dirt, he'd be lucky if he survived the night. Even more if he won't die from an infection later, he thought to himself before he coughed out some water again. His head turned upwards to the dark sky, even the so called "Gods" betrayed him now! Or did they cry tears of sadness... or mercy for him? He did not know.

Once he managed to pull himself up on his legs and had wiped his tears away with his long white sleeves, which were criminally dirty and bloody now, he was able to see a mansion or castle ahead. He was indeed no longer in the woods, he was in a luxurious garden with neatly trimmed rose bushes and a beautiful mental gate. It seemed like he had tripped over the cobblestone path before it when he exited the wounds.

A small pant exited his lips while his shaking body tried desperately to give him some warmth. But soaked in his own blood and rain it was nearly impossible for his weak and inferior body to do so. He cursed his limps out as he moved them, his hands reached for the cold metal gate as he opened it with ease. His crooked pinkies glided along the metal poles for just a moment before he stepped closer.

He had to sneeze and gasp while moving through the garden to get to the door, curse his allergies. He just hoped that the owner of the palace was kind enough to let him stay the night and not die in the rain. But he doubted they would even see him as a human, bot with his pointy ears, crooked fingers and weak color. He looked more dead than alive as his body fought for every step he took. Now he knew why his father had been so cruel, so violent. He had tried to deny it all his life... but... but..

He was weak, pathetic even. He was a waste of air.... not worth living, a simple mistake... miscalculation.

His body screamed with pain as he had collapsed before the door. Everything was dark and cold as he had fallen against the door and then down. He couldn't even know properly, how pathetic. Every breath was harder than the last as he tried to unstick his tongue from his throat. He could barely see a thing as his body jumped between being absolutely limb and twitching.

Though, he then felt something. As the world turned blurry there was something... something gentle. He had to fight to open his eyes again, there was a light! Was this it? Was it truly over? Will he now leave all this behind? Will his pain finally stop? He made out a figure... they... were glowing, right? He blinked again as a gentle hand cupped his face it was cool... or not really? This... this was a... an angel.

"It appears like you are lost traveler from far lands. And terribly hurt additionally," a soft and sweet voice whispered to him. It had so much warm, so much kindness. The man put up a last fight as he moved to sit up. His eyes fully focused on the beautiful angle before him.

They had a gentle glow... almost a halo around their long white hair, wavey and perfectly taken care of. Gentle but strong arms helped him sit up as he was also pulled closer, they were not disgusted by his sweaty and dirty body. The gentle fingertips danced over his skin, cleaning his cheeks and removing his tears. The fair skin along their limbs had a beautiful glow and appeared flawless... so royal..

"Please... please help me," he gasped and coughed immediately after, his voice was weak and nothing to mention. It was so dry it made his head spin from just talking, "please! I beg you," his electric blue eyes searched for their face only to feel a sudden rush of blood travel to his face. A gorgeous man held him in his arms, as gorgeous as the nightsky that should have been above them. We'll kept hair framed his perfect face. It looked so beautifully slim with defined cheekbones his eyes were surrounded by scars just like his lips and neck. But they only added to the beauty of those thin but beautiful lip and crimson red eyes.... glowing in the... glowing? RED EYES!!!

He gasped as he tried to move but he was held in place... mostly by his body's inability to do anything. Even if he was supposed to run and scream he had no energy to talk and move. He couldn't fight... he could yell... he could only look at the beautiful vampire before him.

"Oh, I see you have been in trouble. Though you do not seem like a human to me, you smell different. You smell almost like me, though not entirely. What have they done to you?" He whispered as his eyes traveled over his body, which had a couple bite marks, and then halted at his face and features. After a small pause a soft smile formed on his face, fangs poking out past his lips. "Do you accept my humble help?" He whispered as he gingerly sat the man down before him and then undid his fancy button up.

The lace around the sleeves, chest and neck shifted down as he had opened his well-made and expensive shirt exposing his neck and chest. He didn't seem bothered by the cold of the night at all, not even the fact that now that he sat on the ground his clothes soaked up everything around them. "I'll aid your mortal pains. Come here, enjoy the honor of being offered my self," he uttered as Toya felt another rush of blood travel through his body.

This heavenly creature had unveiled itself before him and now this?! He spoke so calmly and softly as his body didn't even shiver from the winds around them, unlike Toya's. His body shook as his eyes focused on the exposed and blemished skin around his neck. His brain had flipped as he just thought about jumping the vampire. But he needed to run! He... he..... he...

After a few moments of silence the other spoke again as one of his hands extended towards Toya and caressed his cheeks gingerly with his long index finger. "I'm Tomura, what's your name humble stranger?" His words were almost like a warm spring breeze towards him. He could not believe anyone would want to talk to him like that... ever.

"Mh... my... my n-.. name is T-Toya," he stuttered as his teeth shook and clattered.

"Toya, a wonderful name. Tell me Toya, why don't you take me up on my offer?" He questioned as he slowly guided his body closer, it did not fight his attempts as it was hardly able to move on its own.

"I'm.... I.. I am ... human... no.. not ... a v-v-ampire," he explained as his eyes focused on the other's expression. It was neither mad nor disappointed or even unhappy. It remained soft and neutral... like a beautiful porcelain statue filled with honor and grace.

"But you want to survive don't you?"

"I... I... I do, as... as," he couldn't continue. He had been bitten by vampires on his escape... he had run from everything thag had come his way so far. How was this breathtaking stranger... no... no Tomura, going to help him? "You... won't be... be able to... to turn me."

"Well, I am not planning on biting you. But let me tell you something, I am very special. Just try and drink my blood, you will understand instantly," his voice sang as it almost lured him in with the gentle eyes and beautiful shell.

"I... I am human... I.. I don't drink blood!" He fought back as he felt his mouth water. He was human! He was not a monster! He swallowed the saliva that had pooled into his mouth and almost dripped past his cool and numb lips.

"You are not human, I am sure you are very aware of that," Tomura stated as his eyes focused on his guest.

"I...you...," he didn't answer.

The vampire spoke with a soft voice, close to a whisper, "It's okay, there is no need to be afraid. My gift is not one of malice. It's a beautiful gift of strength and health beyond your wildest imagination, Toya. You Wil never tremble from the cold ever again. You will never be on the brink of death ever again. All your mortal shackles will be undone, and you'll be free."

Toya felt his heart pause and then burst at the thought of freedom. He had... had never been... free. His father never allowed it, he was supposed to only listen to him. He was supposed to stay in the cold cage of the basement and not cry for help. He should take it... he was weak. He was worthless. But he shool his head slowly. "No... I... I am not a monster," his voice was almost drowned by the rain around them.

"Is thaf what you think of me? Of yourself?" Tomura's crimson eyes glowed up faintly, causing Toya to shake, but nothing happened... he... was well, the hands were still cradling his face softly," You think you know me, but do you truly? Or do you just believe the lies of the red skies the humans tell you about, but no matter what they say or make up, the sky will always be blue," he chuckled at the end. "And if I were such a vicious barbaric creature, I would have eaten you long ago," his voice almost turned into a purr before the eyes stopped glowing.

"But... I... the killing... the thirst. I... I don't want to be like that. It's... cold... dark... unforgiving," he stammered as he tried to focus on the words more than his numb tongue. He can't hold on for much longer.. but... but he didn't.... didn't..

"Thirst and hunger are natural, you experience this as well. You can wait until it's time for a meal. You'll learn to control your hunger. The darkness, however, is only there because you think it's there. You hold a blindfold before your own eyes and act like you can't tale it off. The darkness is only a mere shadow or what you would call fear. And you do fear, don't you? I can smell your fear, but it's not me entirely, isn't it?" His voice dripped with temptation as Toya felt him shift and lean his shoulder closer.

He may deny it... but he can smell it... he smelled wonderful... tasty even. He turned his head away at the last second to try and remain his human control and honor.

"You won't need to fear any longer. You'll have the power to remove the blindfold and bend your fears with just just pinky. The world will bend to your will. No one will be able to hurt you ever again~. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Toya? Doesn't that sound like paradise?" He smiled as the name of the other sounded so beautiful on his tongue.

He swore he had never heard something so soft and endearing before. His eyes focused on the blurry ground before returning to the almost glowing figure before him hesitantly. "But... but I'll lose myself, I lose who I am... I... I would lose Toya," he gasped. But then again... was that against his own wishes?

Just the tip of one of Tomura's fingers was enough to turn his head fully to himself. Toya felt his insides squeeze when the vampire still wore the gentle expression... how could he? He had insulted him? And yet... yet he couldn't help but look deeply into those eternal eyes.

"You won't lose yourself. You were never you, but now you, a small caterpillar, will finally be able to turn into the most beautiful and colorful butterfly. But before you will do so you have to build your cocoon. You then will lay yourself into it and slowly decompose your self, and rebuild it. Everything that defines "You" will be used to form a new "You". Now tell me, will that new "You" made out of the exact materials from your old "You" be a different "You", just because you yourself changed the composition of what defines yourself?"

The mutant was silent as his eyes traveled along the timeless beauty of the other's face. He bit on his own tongue and inner cheeks as he, on one hand, tried to ignore the alluring scent and thoughts of finally drinking some real blood... and, on the other hand, thinking about his question. However, he knew the answer. He knew it by heart. But... he didn't know if he could abandon his caterpillar life just like that.

The vampire extended his wrist of one hand gently towards him. The flesh was cool but the pulse of life was slow and steady below the skin. He could smell the sweet and intriguing scent of blood already, just this time he couldn't stop his mouth from watering as drops of saliva escaped his lips. He had wanted this for so long, it had been forbidden... it was a sin. It was not human to want to blood of another.

"Take it," his silvery voice pulled him closer, "You know it's the only way forward. Take a leap of faith, I promise you won't regret it," his voice turned velvet-smooth as the hand on his face guided him closer to the vampire, drawing him in temptation. "I'll be by your side, every step of the way. I am going to guide you through everything. You will never be alone again, dearest Toya."

There was a long and tense moment of silence between them before Toya's eyes turned soft as well. He didn't have any strength left in his limps as he moved his head to reach the shoulder. But he was to weak. His entire body collapsed against the vampire who caught him... like promised. His soft and weak gaze looked at his radiant expression while the vampire pulled him closer into an embrace anf towards the wall. There was no need to say anything, he was sure he wasn't even able to say a thing.

The world turned dark, cold and blurry as he closed his weak eyelids. Breathing was more difficult with every passing second as he forced the air into his lungs. He tried his very best to define reality and make the impossible reachable. His cold limbs reasted against the unknown but sweet figure of the vampire... the sweetest person he had met in his short life... was this it? But... he wanted to be a butterfly... the most beautiful.... of... them... all.

......

...

.

It's

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Not over?

A sudden burst of warm energy flowed through him. His body shook weakly whike his eyelids flew open, though as soon as they did so his entire body heated up. Sweet and delicious blood hung around his lips and pooled into his mouth. He had to swallow harshly, but with every small bit he felt his vision and senses come back.

Soft lips were placed against his as he felt them disconnected for just a moment before coming back with new sweet blood. His entire mind flipped as he finally made out the magnificent man with blood all over his lips. He bit his own arm, and then his face moved to him quickly. He couldn't do a single thing as their open mouths met again, and more life force was brought into his body.

He closed his eyes and swallowed before his fingertips twitched. Longer nails had grown which moved along the cool skin on the vampire. But Toya's mind was gone. Swiftly and unexpectedly his hands speeded towards Tomura. One placed itself on his back while the other moved to his head, holding onto the luxurious, velvet locks that simmered in the soft moon light. He pulled him closer as the other tried to move back, capturing his lips in an even softer kiss. The vampire passed for only a moment before he gave in and kissed the other as well.

The mutant didn't even know how his body was doing it... but it was moving as he slowly sat up again and held Tomura in place, though he could tell the vampire clearly allowed it as he enjoyed the kiss as well. It was messy but incredibly soft. He had never known something could feel so warm and gentle. Still, he only kept their lips intertwined for a few more moment before his mind was fully broken, and his head moved to something more delicious. A soft film of the addicting and numbing substance remained on his lips as he panted. His eyes started to glow, but the gaze in them was lost and clouded. He only wanted one thing, his neck.

He couldn't hesitate any longer as he sunk his teeth into the soft and now seemingly warmer flesh. He grunted as he did so, but he couldn't help but hear an impossibly sweet and almost vulnerable gasp from the other. Though what he could definitely feel was both their bodies shaking before they melted against one another. Tomura's arms settled around his shoulders as he held onto his head and held him close while soft gasps came from his lips.

The vampire might not admit it, but he had never had anyone drink his blood. He knew that vampires had venom in their fangs that made the victim calmer and may even arouse one to make them putty in place... but feeling it himself.. his knees turned into jelly. He had not known that they could do that.

But that did not mean he would stop Toya, no... his own vision blurred as he heard the man gasp and then grunt before their lips met again. This time more violently, he could clearly feel the fangs in his mouth as they pulled against his lips... but so did his own as he pushed him closer and then down.

The mutant gasped when his body hit the ground. His vision had turned red while he looked at the gorgeous vampire who now hovered above him, panting as blood dripped down from his lips. Their gazes met for a moment, it felt so long and incredibly soft before Tomura lowered himself down and bit his shoulder for just a few seconds. Thought those seconds made everything tingle and jump inside the other before their lips met for a kiss again.

The aristocratic vampire pulled him closer before he slowly went limp in his arms. He could feel his blood in his mouth and own system pulsate while their lips met again and again for sweet and light kisses. It felt like forever before their lips finally let go of ome another as they panted and drowned in each other's glowing eyes. The vampire smiled as he looked down at the other, now adorned with attractive glowing blue eyes. "It's just like I promised, isn't it?"

"Yeah.... and more," the newly born butterfly whispered to him as one of his cool hands moved up to cup his cheek on the left side, "that and even more."

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Here is something for you and your new AU. I love homoerotic vampires. And I'll probably make this into a whole fic with the child reader.

"Take me now in the dark, I can't wait make your mark"

Lust for a Vampyr - I Monster

Everyone please meet vampire Azula 🩸

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Red Night

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Summary: You go searching for the hot vampire you saw and you get exactly what you want

Pairing: Vampire!Dabi/ Human Fem Reader

Content Warning: Enthusiastic Consent, Fear Play, Chasing, Blood, Blood Kink, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Sex in the Woods, Clothed Sex, Mind Break (kinda??),

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Happy Halloween! Final part of my Halloween posts! The entire idea for these are technically because of @candycandy00 , so this is mostly thanks and dedicated to you candy! 💕💕

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The first time you saw him, you were...intrigued.

Dark scars contrasting pale skin like a mosaic, gleaming silver staples holding him together, pure white hair, shining like a halo. Yet the most prominent thing about him were his eyes.

Piercing blue, almost glowing. You've never quite seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. It was unnatural. It was beautiful.

And when he met your gaze, there was something...off...about him.

Maybe it was the way he seemed to catalogue everything about you in a single glance, maybe it was the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, head tilted. Maybe it was the way he smirked; like he found a new toy.

No, not a toy. Prey.

Whatever it was, an uneasiness settled in your stomach.

He's not human. You know of them of course, the vampires that go bump in the night, though this is the first time you've been knowingly in the pressence of one.

You walked away with the feel of his eyes on your back and something dangerous settling in beside the unease within you.

*****

You thought that would be the last time you saw him.

You were wrong.

He was everywhere.

Like a shadow, he followed you; watching you, stalking you, hunting you, haunting you.

You would see him out of the corner of your eye, though when you looked, he was gone.

The feeling of being watched became a constant for you; fear a familiar friend.

And yet, after having grown accustomed to him, to that fear, you can't help the thrill that goes through you when you see him; the adrenaline rush in your veins whenever you feel his eyes on you, but you can't see him. The feeling of being hunted should be terrifying, and it is. Yet it's also so very exhilarating.

You know you're playing with fire, but you can't help it.

You wonder how it would all end.

You wonder when he would lose his patience.

*****

It happens when you decide to take a late night walk. Above you, the full moon glows with a tint of eerie red. A Blood moon, fitting for this night.

You know he's there, you caught a glimpse of white within the darkness, you can feel his eyes on you, and a shiver goes through you at what you plan to do.

You know this is where he frequents, practically his playground; it's why you're here. You crave to know him, to touch him, feel him; to have his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck.

And even through all of that, when he jumps down from the darkness of the trees above you, landing directly in front of you, the moment your eyes lock on his hypnotising azure gaze, on the vicious glee held within when you shriek in surprise, your instincts all immediately scream at you to run; because you are but a small prey in the presence of a predator.

You're running before you even process what you're doing, just following your instincts.

Running, running, running, your heart pounding, pounding, pounding.

The night air is crisp and cool against your face as you run. Your shoes hit the soft earth with the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves, branches snagging on your dress, tearing at the soft material and scraping your legs.

"I can smell you~" he rasps, his sultry voice sounding both distant and like he's directly next to you, all you see in the corner of your eye is that burning blue, before it disappears just as quickly.

"Run, little mouse," he coos, sounding like it's coming from behind you, making you turn your head back. But nothing is there.

"When I catch you, you're mine." His voice seems to come from multiple directions in the dark, and dread and excitement swirl deep in your gut, thighs burning as you run.

The thrill of the chase just adds to your excitement, knowing that the creature hunting you will inevitably catch you. And when he does, you will be at his mercy; his to do with as he wishes, his to use, his to claim, his to consume, body and soul.

The sudden silence blanketing your surroundings only amplify the heated fear, and all you can hear is your racing heartbeat, rushing blood, and the rustling of leaves.

The cold wind blows past you as he dances around you, playing with his prey as he darts around you, reaching out to brush surprisingly warm fingers along your skin, just to make you yelp.

The way he's so obviously playing with you somehow both makes you want to snarl and cry, and makes heat stir in your gut. It doesn't help that you catch a glimpse of a wide, feral grin whenever he's close enough to see it.

And then you stop seeing him.

You stop to catch your breath, every gulp of air dragging through your lungs, and you glance around wildly.

Having the vampire right on your heels is nerve-wracking enough, but the moments where he vanishes entirely are far worse.

Suddenly, you hear the rustling of leaves off to your side, and you automatically lash out, only for a scarred hand to grab your arm and press you into the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, a choked scream crawling up your throat.

Really, you should've known better than to try outrunning him.

You jerk and thrash automatically, the instinct to keep fighting and escape still present, but the vampire just keeps you pinned firmly against the tree, and only seeming amused at your squirming.

You force yourself to calm down, because not only will you acting like prey make this more dangerous than it already is, but this is exactly what you want! What you crave.

As you relax, a heated hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place, but not squeezing, and you're finally able to take in his appearance properly, and God, the sight of him with wild hair and an utterly unrestrained expression, grin so wide it looks like it hurts, as he drags his tongue over his teeth, the sharp points of his fangs glinting in the moonlight, is...Well, to put it simply, your underwear is drenched in your slick.

And this close, you realize that the pupils of his eyes are thin slits, like those of a cat's, and they're locked on you.

Chuckling darkly, he purrs, "Caught you, Sweetheart." His voice is a soot tinted velvet abyss, and you feel your knees buckle, but he keeps you where you are.

You pant, gasping for breath, as his thumb caresses the pulse point on your throat, the touch deceptively light and feathery.

He grabs your hip with his other hand, pulling you towards him; the heat radiating off him is almost suffocating as he towers over you, trapping you against the tree. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, hm?" He tilts his head as his eyes rove over you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

You thought a vampire's skin would be ice cold, but he's practically a walking furnace; the feel of him disorienting you to the point of not answering.

Not that he seems to notice much.

A warm, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches at the sensation and slight sting of a scratch you didn't know was there, most likely from a branch.

The neckline of your dress is invitingly low, your neck and collarbones bare, and his hand on your throat slides to cup the side, tilting your head to lean in closer; slowly closing the distance inch by ruinous inch, until you could feel his breath against your skin, before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft flesh there, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good.", he rumbles, his breath hot on your skin, his lips scorching where they brush, and you tremble in his hold, goosebumps raising in their wake.

"Oh?" His grip tightens on your hip and throat momentarily. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a deep, amused purr, and you can feel him grinning against you.

"N-no, I—" you stutter, stupidly deciding to follow your first instinct at the shameful accusation; deny and lie through your teeth.

"Don't lie to me, Sweetheart. I can taste it." He presses his thumb to your racing pulse, licking over the small wound again. "Your blood at least knows how to be honest." he chuckles, taunting and mean.

You swallow thickly around the moan crawling up your throat, threatening to release.

"Well?" He murmurs, tapping his thumb against the hidden vein.

"Yes." You breathe, spilling your filthy truth and wicked desires.

He let's out a satisfied hum at your honesty and murmurs, "What's your name, sweet thing?", nipping at the sensitive skin.

You answer honestly, breathily, and he rewards you with a chaste kiss to your neck. "Touya.", he introduces himself in turn, and you think to yourself that it suits him.

"Mm, I want to taste you. Properly.", his thumb slides up to tip your chin up further, directing your eyes to meet his. "May I?"

You know he doesn't truly mean it, the question. It's merely an illusion of power, of consent, because really, what vampire asks their prey if they can eat?

He's simply humoring you, mocking you really, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it.

Wanting to hear you so easily comply, willingly surrendering yourself, your dignity, to a creature of the night, a man you don't even know; laughably offering your very life force to an immortal.

He wants to hear the pathetic want of a mortal foolish enough to feel that way.

And yet.

"Please.", you sigh, sagging against him, a plea and a prayer as you bare your throat to him.

He breathes out a laugh. "Let's hope you don't regret it, hm?" His voice is a dark purr, a dangerous threat and a sweet promise, as he wastes no time in sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck.

You gasp when the sharp, stinging pain sets your shoulder and neck aflame as he pierces your flesh, marking you in a way no one ever has; your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your cries as a new heat washes through you, your hand moving up to tangle in his snowy hair, holding him to you.

His eyes roll back in ecstasy at the taste of your warm blood, his tongue laving against your skin as he sucks on your neck, feasting on it, and your grip tightens, tugging at the pale strands.

A low growl rumbles through his chest as he drinks from you, pulling you in impossibly closer, crowding you up agaisnt the tree, sliding his leg between your thighs, pressing up into your core. You absentmindedly grind down against him pathetically, panting; his hand on your hip sliding up to squeeze at your breast.

Already you're dripping as you grind your hips against his front, and moan when you can feel that he's hard for you.

He pulls away from your neck, seemingly reluctantly, his lips lingering on your skin momentarily.

His eyes are wild as he looks at you, pupils blown wide; grin broad and bloody, a single drop of blood trickling down the corner of his lips, and you think he's hauntingly beautiful.

"You taste divine." He breathes, and the tone is all dark pleasure, the low rumble in his chest a quiet constant, looking at you as though he's just found something precious; his hands roaming your frame reverently as he takes you in, licking up the stray blood from his lips.

A warm hand trails under and up your dress, and you gasp when he cups your clothed cunt.

"This is what you wanted, hm?" tilting his head, his eyes going to the wound he left on your neck, sluggishly bleeding. "Tsk, tsk, naughty little thing. Your blood doesn't lie, Angel.", he coos, rubbing slow circles into your clothed clit with his thumb, and you let out a shuddering moan. "And neither does your greedy body."

Hot shame rushes through you at your dirty desires being laid bare, at being claimed and devoured by this dark creature, and wanting it; enjoying it.

Nothing about this is okay.

And.

Yet.

Your needy whimper and glossy, pleading eyes looking up at him so prettily is all the answer he needs, and he smiles, sharp and vicious, and he leans in to let you taste it; taste his bloodstained lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. And like a fool, you kiss back, licking into his mouth; the coppery taste of your blood on his tongue adding to your primal desire.

He tears your panties off of you, the fabric falling apart easily with a loud rip, before immediately dipping two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them.

Your lips part on a gasping moan, eyes wide as you look at him, at that wolfish smile and gleaming fangs.

Your legs tremble as he spreads his fingers, scissoring you open, stretching you out for him. "Oh fuck~" you whine, nails digging into his forearm and bicep as you shamelessly grind down against him.

"More, more, Touya, please more." You babble, pleading and hoping he knows what you mean, because you can feel your orgasm nearing, but this isn't how you want to cum.

He just grins at you, because he knows, but feeling either merciful or impatient, or perhaps both, he pulls his fingers out with a squelch, quickly undoing his belt and pants, before lifting you, spreading your legs for him; the easy show of strength just making you burn that bit hotter, pussy throbbing.

"I've been waiting far too long for this." Touya sighs softly, the leaking tip of his cock teasing your wet folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll give you exactly what you want."

He pushes in slowly, but completely, and your mind is gone, moaning long and low at the perfect stretch, trembling with how full you are all at once, as he splits you open on his cock, carving out a space within you just for him.

Tears roll down your cheek and he just licks it right up with a smile as he grinds into you, making you adjust to his size, before slowly pulling back.

"Mm, you feel as good as you taste." He punctuates his point with a deep thrust that drags a choked moan out of your throat as you take every inch of his cock.

Cerulean eyes lock on yours as Touya's mouth opens with a snarl to reveal gleaming fangs.

It's all the warning you get before his fangs puncture your skin once more, flooding your senses with that heady mix of pain and ecstasy.

You arch into Touya's touch as best you can without ripping your own throat open. "Fuuuck~" you whine, high and breathy, nails dragging down his arms for something to ground you, feet kicking out involuntarily as you clench around him. All at once, it's too much, too fast, but you might actually cry if he tries to stop. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your very blood lava; body and senses overwhelmed in the best way.

A growl rumbles in Touya's chest, almost a purr, as he drinks his fill, groaning low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and you almost sob at the pleasure-pain before clenching down rhythmically on his hot length, trying to coax him into fucking you; the only thing holding you back from bouncing yourself on the vampire's cock, the fangs in your throat.

"Touya~!", you whimper, squirming in the vampire's strong hold and shuddering when his cock drags against your walls, fucking you slow and deep.

Soon enough, Touya has you shaking and sobbing out sweet, little tortured sounds, and he laps them up too.

Noticing the sounds getting weaker, he pulls back, healing the wound with a lick, peppering bruising, open mouthed kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before immediately biting down there as he snaps his hips forward, slamming his cock into you, so he can watch you throw your head back in pleasure as he grinds in deep.

"Oh, fuck—" , you sob, clawing at his back. "Move. Please, please, fuck me—"

His eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound, looking at you in a mix of curiosity and wonder.

Should prey be this receptive?

Though, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he can't get enough of the sight of you, debauched and pretty, speared on his cock, begging to be fucked stupid.

He grins, sharp and bloody.

"Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He coos, fucking into you steadily, pace gradually speeding up, rumbling as you moan and cry out.

"Mm, good. So good. So so good. Fuck yes, yes, yes—ahn—feels so good, Touya. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you babble and chant, almost slurring, and neither of you know if it's from blood loss or just lust, but fuck you never want it to end. "Use me, drain me, kill me, I don't care, just fuck me, please~"

Touya lets out a surprised laugh at that, looking at you in bewildered awe, idly wondering if he overdid it, or if you're just that much of a little freak, and he feels some of his control slip, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

You let out a sobbing moan as you try to meet his thrusts, but you asked to be used, so with the speed and strength of the vampire, you're soon left a drooling and twitching mess as you're used as nothing more than a fuck toy.

Touya's plan was to spoil you, take it nice and easy on his new little human, but you turned out to be such an adorable slut.

You asked, so sweetly to be used. How could he say no?

So, used you were.

"I'll use you all you want, but I won't kill you. I won't break my pretty new toy, Dolly, I'm keeping you.", he growls, and you feel like you're going to be branded with the heat of his bruising grip on your ass where he holds you spread for him as he fucks brutally into you like the beast he is, plunging into the deepest parts of you; your clothed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the filthy sounds of your sloppy hole filling the night air.

And like the fucking freak you are, you giggle, even as you pant for an ounce of breath, even as tears stream down your cheeks from feeling so fucking good.

Your pleasure builds and builds, and you're so close.

Touya feels it in your twitching insides, groaning. "You gonna cum for me, baby? Such a good slut for me, gonna cum from a monster's cock, huh?", his thrusts, still at that ruthless pace, are becoming uneven as he pounds into you.

You just nod desperately, and cock-dumb, your voice hoarse, panting and moaning like a whore, you beg, "Mhm, want your cum. Fill me up please, please, please—", as your hole greedily clenches around him rhythmically, like you're trying to milk it out of him.

"Fuck, cum for me, Angel. I’ll fill you up, mark you as mine." He growls, low and animalistic, all hot pleasure and possession.

Your orgasm is intense as it crashes over you, to the point that you don't even know where it ends. Your eyes roll back, vision turning white, as you gush around him.

The vampire lets out a near feral snarl at the way your cunt clamps down on him, and his fangs bury in your shoulder once more as he cums, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He drinks in the way you moan as he fucks you through your orgasms, filling you up; the mess between your legs splattering every time he pumps into you, the white of it obscene in the dark of night.

He finally slows down to a grind, lapping at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking you over and finding you barely conscious.

Coming down from your high, your breathing is laboured and you can't see straight, eyes lidded and hazy, yet you still have an adorably stupid grin on your lips.

He tilts your chin, luminous eyes piercing through you as he pants. "You're mine now. You understand that, yes?" His gaze remains trained on yours as his tongue darts out to lick up the few drops of blood that remain on his lips. The icy fire burning in Touya's eyes threatens to consume you whole, your body trembling under his touch as you nod and let out a breathy, fucked out little, "Uh huh", because it's all you can manage at the moment, your cunt pulsing around him.

"You will be a good pet and not let any other human lay their filthy hands on you, hm?" He rumbles, grinding into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.

"I'm yours." You moan, high and breathy, slurring. You want nothing more than to be owned, body and soul, by this man.

"That's my girl." With blood smeared on his lips, he grins, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he pulls out, letting you feel the mess that spills down your thighs and the delicious ache pulsing through you from being so thoroughly used.

You decided to play with fire, and Touya is more than happy to brand you as his.

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May not be a rock in the au BUT ILL MAKE IT HAPP-

ALEX STOP RUNNING I JUST WANNA TALK

Yeah, there was no rock needed in the Vampire AU...

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Bonus Jay watching the footage and realizing that Alex probably straight up ate their missing friends.

Stealing the quote at the end. Gonna take it apart in my head (Google docs) n then do some good shit with it

It doesn't matter if you aren't hungry. The parasite demands a predator.

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Part five of funny comments

Bite - Vampire pt.2

(Sasha x Reader) - Word Count: 2.3k

Creature: a corpse supposed, in European folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long pointed canine teeth

Warnings: Fingering, Descriptions of Trauma, Nonconsensual Biting

Extra Notes: Later post than normal today, but day 3/5 and two more days until Halloween! Also, check out last year’s part one right here

It was hard for you to forget what had happened at the club the last time you were here. You tried not to think about it the past year, only allowing yourself to remember it for a second before pushing it back down. But when you saw Sasha in the cafe, you couldn’t ignore the memories anymore - you remembered her, and you remembered what she is.

She had confidently walked up to you this morning, bringing you a coffee and striking up a conversation. At first, you wished you could pretend to not recognize her, to thank her for the coffee and then go about your day never having to remember that boy with the long hair and that horrible place with those horrible creatures. You wanted to cut her off in the middle of her loud and exhausting attempt to catch up with you, as if you were old friends, but you soon realized she wasn’t doing this to be nice, she wanted to use you for something.

She tried to dance around the truth, but you could see through her facade. You could see how nervously she glanced around the room and how fidgety her fingers were on the side of her coffee cup. You waited for the shoe to drop, furrowing your eyebrows and leaning closer to her with every minute of useless information she used to sway your mind. Right when you had thought that maybe you were wrong and she really was being nice, that’s when it happened.

She admitted to you why she was here.

She wanted you to go back to the club tonight.

You refused immediately and persistently, but now that you think of it, it didn’t take a lot of convincing to get you here. You said no, she said please, you said maybe, she said please, and now you’re standing in line on a cold night in late October, wondering how the hell you allowed yourself to be put back in this situation.

You still had nightmares about that boy’s teeth, and how much it ached to feel your blood being sucked out of your body. You thought you were going to die that night, you had put your life in the hands of a murderer, and you thought that that would be the last mistake you’d ever make.

You had spent the last year trying to mend your brain back to the way it was before that night. You seeked professional help, ignored Mikasa’s many, many texts about going back with her and how much he missed you. And, you decided that that was a mistake you had made and you would never make it again.

But boy were you wrong - you made the mistake again.

And now you’re back at this damned club tonight.

Your body shook as you waited for this line to move even an inch, but it was like nobody was being let into the club at all. You had forgotten how exclusive Freedom was with who’s allowed to enter, and you raked your brain for some sort of memory of what could get you out of the cold faster, it was beginning to make goosebumps stand up on your bare legs. Mikasa had had something that made her presentable to the bouncer, some sort of clothing item-

“Here you go,” You heard Sasha’s sweet voice and felt her cold hands press a piece of fabric to your shoulders before seeing her standing beside you.

“Uhm, thank you.” You looked down and saw a red scarf hanging from your shoulders, and Sasha’s hand gently caressing your arm. She guided you through the line, ignoring the snarky comments made by the obviously upset college students waiting in line. “How did you know I was getting cold?”

Sasha grinned at you, “This isn’t for you, it’s for him.” She turned to the bouncer and winked at him as he let the both of you pass. “He needs to see that you’re-” She took a moment to think through her words- “Not like the others.”

You ignored Sasha’s explanation and walked with her through the club. It looked just as you remember it; the LED lights, the dancing people, the red scarves discarded to the floor.

You felt yourself stubbornly stomp your feet, halting you and Sasha’s journey to their normal room. You can’t go back into that room, it took you a year for you to feel okay and now she’s restarting all of your process. You feel like she’s robbing you of a normal life, a normal mental state, a normal fucking experience as a college student.

“I can’t,” Your voice cracked as you spoke, finally feeling the tears streaming down your cheeks and the familiar weight of these memories on your shoulders, “I can’t go back there, I can’t stand to be there on that damn couch and to see that asshole again. He-he ruined my life.”

“Okay, okay.” Sasha looked genuinely distressed, rubbing her hands up and down your arms while she held you at arms length from herself. “We won’t, fuck Eren, you don’t have to see him ever again if you don’t want to.”

Eren, that was his name, you had honestly forgotten.

You looked at Sasha through blurry vision, “You’re sure?”

“Of course.” Sasha smiled, and weirdly enough, you felt safe.

Sasha led you quietly through the loud club. You passed through people and up close, you could see the horrendous sight that was Freedom. The regulars of the club were close to their counterparts, kissing their necks passionately while the regular held them to their bodies in a tight hug - or that’s what it would look like to somebody who had never been here before, but you knew better. You knew there was no kissing involved with these couples, it was all biting and sucking.

You felt bad for the regulars who had gotten stuck in this cycle and were constantly being used as blood bags. You were almost exactly like them, but you got out while you still could. You pitied the people like Mikasa, and how desperately she needed to be here every week, craving the feeling of her blood being sucked out of her body and the feeling of being needed, desired, and cared for.

These creatures were smart, they knew what made mortals tick. They knew mortals desired money, love, and compassion, so that’s what they got. The mortals came here every week, meeting up with the same people, going through the same routine; they got gifts, they felt loved, they were taken care of with an endlessly supply of drinks and food all night long in exchange for one thing - their blood.

It must seem like an easy exchange in some of their heads. It’s only blood to them, but it wasn’t only blood to you, you had changed your mind on the whole matter. You knew if you were to ever be in that same position again, you’d have to hear a promise of loyalty for you in order to feel completely safe giving yourself away like that.

“Okay,” Sasha finally spoke after guiding you to a smaller alcove hidden behind a red curtain on the far right wall of the dancefloor. “Here we are, you can put your purse anywhere, we’ll just be visitors for the night. I’m honestly not interested in all of the normal happenings of this place, I just want to get to know you tonight, okay?”

You furrowed your eyebrows suspiciously, “Okay.”

You took a quick mental note of the fact that Sasha didn’t close the curtain to hide the alcove once you had both sat down. And, you took a second quick mental note of how close Sasha sat to you once she had found a comfortable spot on the booth. She was close enough to touch, and close enough to you that the candlelight on the table helped you see every little detail of her face; her brown eyes that were slightly bloodshot, brown hair falling over her dangling over her forehead, and a few small freckles splattered across her nose and cheeks.

You had never been this close to her before, it made your heart pound in your chest; and you were sure she heard your heart rate too considering she even glanced down at your chest for a second before grinning up at you.

“Do I make you nervous?” Sasha asked with one slightly raised eyebrow.

You had to admit that yes, she did make you nervous. Her eyes were piercing into your soul so deeply you felt as if she could read your every emotion. If you didn’t already know what Sasha was, then you’d be surprised by the slightly sharper teeth replacing the spot where a normal person’s canines would be. Last time, and the only time, you had seen her using her teeth on a mortal, you had mistaken it for passionate kisses instead of the gruesome truth.

“No,” You lied smoothly, but she still didn’t believe you.

Sasha raised her eyebrows at you, “I could if you wanted me to.”

“Why would I want you to make me nervous?” You giggled breathily in the small space between you and Sasha’s faces. “That doesn’t sound pleasant at all.”

“It could be pleasant, if you wanted it to be.”

Your laughter echoed off of the walls of the small alcove, “You’re ridiculous!”

“Ridiculously-” Sasha paused for a moment, piquing your interest and giving herself time to think of a clever way of ending her sentence- “Interested in kissing you right now, if you wanted me to, of course.”

Your heart pounded a little bit quicker against your chest, and you tried to ignore Sasha’s gentle grin once she heard the rapid beating. Your mouth felt dry and your body felt hot and if you were just a little bit stupider, you were sure you’d be completely comfortable being in the worst place on earth with the sweetest girl on earth. But, you unfortunately knew better and wouldn’t allow yourself to be completely enamored by the girl in front of you.

But, you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to let her kiss you just this once.

You nodded, “You can, I want you to.”

Sasha gently caressed her thumb across your cheekbone until she leaned in and lightly pressed her lips against your own. She was so soft; her skin, her lips, her touch, she kissed you as if you were delicate, you felt like glass in her hands.

She must’ve noticed how deeply you enjoyed her kisses because she began to deepen them. Sasha opened her mouth with each kiss, inviting you to do the same and welcome her tongue into your mouth. You moaned around her tongue, your lips sucking on it slightly before separating and going back in.

The moment between you two moved quickly and slowly at the same time. You felt as if her hand had suddenly teleported to your thighs, creeping under the skirt of your dress. And at the same time, you felt every moment in between; her one hand on the back of your neck and her other hand making its way down from your hip to the outside of your thigh and then underneath the skirt of your dress.

Her fingers teased your clit from the other side of your panties, only touching you lightly and then moving away and then coming back and then moving away. The repetition drove you insane, you instantly became desperate. To save some face, you decided not to say anything and instead show her how badly you wanted more.

You brought your hand down to Sasha’s hand, curling your fingers gently over her wrist. After a few moments, you tightened your grip on her wrist and brought her fingers closer. You gasped from the sudden pressure as Sasha separated from your lips, whispering into your mouth.

“If you wanted me to touch you more, you could’ve just asked.” Sasha’s voice sounded raspier than normal, it sounded like she might have been losing her breath from the kisses as well. “You’re so desperate for me.”

You smiled as her fingers slowly found their way past your panties, “Shut up,” Your voice came out breathily, “And just touch me already.”

Sasha’s fingers gently caressed your entrance and then swooped back up to your clit, using your slick to move around your clit more smoothly. The feeling caused you to arch your back, pressing your body closer to her body.

You now sloppily kissed Sasha, her tongue moving in and out of your mouth and swallowing your moans. You could hear her moaning against your mouth, she was so deeply invested in your pleasure, you could’ve sworn she was close to coming too. Her lips slowly moved from your lips and down to your overly sensitive neck.

With your body convulsing from pleasure, you suddenly became aware of the unclosed curtain that should be blocking you and Sasha from the outside world if she had closed it. At first, you were unsure of why she’d even leave it open - assuming it wasn’t an accident - but now you were sure.

Of course it wasn't an accident because while your body exploded with pleasure, you made eye contact with the club members, and more specifically a pair of very curious emerald eyes. You recognized him immediately considering he had haunted your nightmares consistently for the last year.

Your fingers gripped into Sasha’s back from desperation, pleasure, and fear. You wanted to tell her who you can see staring at you from afar with a cocky grin plastered on his face. Just as the words were about to reach your lips, you felt a sharp pain pierce through the sensitive skin of your neck, and gasped as you once again felt your blood being sucked from your body.

vampire!Ronan turning Adam and hating himself so much for striping him off his soul and condeming him to hell and Adam's just like,

"I never have to sleep again? This is so practical, for me specifically."

Two Vampire AU’s

- Vampire’s don’t burn in the sun nor do they sparkle. They get a slight rash if the stay out for an hour or so unless they’re wearing sunscreen

- A vampire’s mate’s blood will stand out the strongest and smell the sweetest and it compels the vampire to drain all the blood out if their mate’s body but the vampire’s body won’t let them

cr : PailletMaena

cr : TheUnclean

Hey... Do vampires purr? If so... What makes our bloodthirsty bois purr?

They do <3

This is only the first proper post of my vampire au and I have already decided to just say fuck it and make Jason a werewolf instead

:D

HELLO I HAVE RETURNED WITH MORE SONGS

Yes to err is human, so don’t be one by will wood

Cannibal by tally hall

Eat by jack conte

Also what if Alex decided that he really didn’t want to hurt his friends so he tried to defang himself

Like ripping out his fangs with a pair of pliers in the bathroom sink because hurting himself is better then hurting Jay

Would the teeth grow back? I mean the operator probably wouldn’t let Alex escape so easily, so would he have to pull them out again?

I can totally imagine him trying not to cry as he rips out his teeth for like the 3rd time in a futile attempt to keep Jay safe

Don't mind me, just taking some notes, definitely not altering canon as we speak and preparing to draw exactly that, don't you worry :)

People actually like my Dracula AU?? What??

Have a silly doodle I made :) vampire Jonathan doesn’t believe in gravity

He’d probably somehow sneak into Mina’s house after learning she followed Dracula back to Transylvania. Absolutely no warning… he just appears™️

Jonathan Harker is dead.

The official cause given by police was that he leaned too far out of a high-up window and fell. There are multiple witnesses that can testify to this, but that doesn’t stop the rumors that Count Dracula himself was responsible.

His body is brought back to England the same day the Demeter crashes on shore.

A few months later, Mina finds Jonathan’s journal inside the coat he died in. She reads it, horrified, and turns it over to the doctors examining her friend Lucy’s strange illness.

Van Helsing and Seward, after reading the journal and the supernatural death of Lucy, know what they have to do.

Dracula leaves for Transylvania once more, but not before attacking Mina. She, Seward, Arthur, Van Helsing, and Quincey follow with the intention to put an end to the vampire.

Seward fears one of Dracula’s brides spotted the group while they snuck into Castle Dracula, so they evacuate immediately. While leaving, Mina could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a familiar face…

So that’s my Dracula AU! A concept at least. I got the idea while listening to the song “I Know Those Eyes/This Man is Dead” I HIGHLY suggest giving it a listen!

Songs of the AU: The World has Gone Insane, I Know Those Eyes/This Man is Dead.

Oh God… oh fuck… I’m becoming hyperfocused on a piece of classic literature…

In order to celebrate the death of Dracula here is a sneak peak of an AU I’ve been cooking up