working as a tired maid in your town, you have a horrible night and end up at the mysterious castle on the hill. the two owners give you a dinner unlike any other.
contains : fic set in the nineteenth century but its barely written that way. reader is a maid is shunned by the village which includes some misogynistic remarks. polyamory with vampires aka the dream. said vampires do in fact drink blood. threesome with said vampires. oral sex (m>f, f>f), unprotected penetrative sex. reader isnt all there (rightfully so) and the vampires love it.
a/n : yall know i had to do it. this took me forever sorry i cant write smut. enjoy.
living as a maid in your town, you weren't afforded many pleasures in your day to day life. you slept in a shabby room with a creaky and stained bed, spent a large portion of your day cleaning after people who treated you like the dirt you scrubbed, just to go to the bar to drink with the few friends you had until you felt numb.
it was pitiful but it was your life. but one of the major luxuries you weren't afforded was rage.
and as you walk up the muddy path on the hill on the edge of town, your legs burning and your skin shivering, that burning hatred was all you felt.
you had spent an uncountable amount of hours cleaning after one prominent family, the morgan's. you'd spent the most amount of time cleaning their home, and they were fairly kind to you, even if it was mostly their son who spoke to you.
but that didn't do you any favors when the young morgan was accused of having an affair and placed the blame on you to protect his mistress, which led to you being publicly shamed and thrown out of the home, mrs. morgan calling you a harlot who would never find a home to work at in town again.
your mind is running so fast you don't even notice you've picked up your pace, your feet making wet thuds as you head to who knows where. at this point you can be bothered to care, even when a stray branch knicks your ankle.
it feels like an eternity until you finally reach a destination, your body nearly running straight into a large set of dark doors. you look up in surprise to see where you are, your eyes widening when you process where you are: darkwood manor.
you always heard stories as a child about the manor up on the hill on the edge of town, the massive estate looming over where you lived like a constant reminder of the past. your grandmother would tell you tales of it before bed, prattling about the monsters who lived inside who would take away young girls who didn't behave.
eventually your grandfather would come in and assure you your grandmother was teasing, and that the manor was just inhabited by the two reclusive owners and their staff. you'd had more nightmares about it than you cared to admit.
but standing outside of the manor, you don't even feel a smidge of fear. you're too tired mentally and psychically to care about what the owners might do to you for trespassing.
you aren't afforded too much time to dwell in your exhaustion before one of the doors creaks open, soft yellow light pouring out before being blocked by a small frame coming into your view.
"hello, are you alright, dear?" a small voice asks you as your eyes finally adjust to the light to see the person in front of you. its a woman, much older than you judging by the many grey streaks in her hair. she's wearing a simple maids uniform and is staring at you with kind eyes and a smile. the sight of it nearly makes you crumple to the floor, your hurt legs giving out on you as she tries to hold you up.
"its ok, dearie, you're ok now," she soothed, her body nearly wrapping entirely around yours. "how about we go get you cleaned up, hm?"
you nod, rising with her as she wraps one of her arms around you to lead you inside the manor. you barely register the interior of the grand home, your eyes bleary with tears and rain. you can make up the large staircase that swirls upwards into the next floor, and how the walls are dark and filled with intricate designs and paintings.
eventually the elder woman leads you to sit down at a stool in what seems like a wide kitchen, some younger workers scurrying off when she gives them a muffled order. but the mental toll of the days events are starting to settle into your body, your eyes drooping and head tilting to the side.
"now now, don't fall asleep on me now, hun. how about i help freshen you up and you tell me what happened to lead to you coming all the way up here in this weather?" she asks gently, patting you on the shoulder at your tired nod.
and so, as the woman who tells you her name is agnes and that she is the head maid for the lord and lady of the manor softly cleans your face and arms with a damp rag, you slowly start to explain what happened in town for you to end up at the estate at such a late hour. as you repeat everything that happened it hits harder that your life, no matter how much you disliked it, would never be the same after tonight.
right before you start bawling you look up at agnes to see her staring at you so kindly it nearly makes you break. she reminds you of your mother before she sadly passed from an illness when you were young. the maternal way she acts helps to soothe you, even if its just enough to not cry at this moment.
"there, all better. now you look like a proper young lady." agnes smiles at you, tilting your head from side to side to check if she missed any smudges. "well, its safe to assume you can't go back down the hill. you stay right here and give me one second, alright?"
you nod again to assure here you'll stay where you are before she smiles and leaves through another pair of doors on the outside of the kitchen. after she leaves you take in your surroundings, noticing just how big the kitchen really is for just two people, though you suppose its normal for such a large home.
feeling better now that you're clean, you figure agnes wont be upset if you explore the kitchen a bit, getting up and admiring the kitchen. the walls are composed of a patterned brown wallpaper, with the floor being a brown wood and counters made of a darker brown wood. you trail your hand across the top of one of them, noticing how smooth and clean they are. the kitchen is impeccably clean, actually, even thought supper time was merely a few hours ago and there is'nt a pot or pan in sight.
just as the thought crosses your mind, the sound of the door opening causes you to whip around, holding your hands behind your back guiltily. you expect to see agnes but instead see someone that nearly makes you pass out in nervousness.
instead of agnes a woman stands in the doorway, her fancy clothing telling you she is the lady of the manor. she's wearing a a gown, the black and red fabric standing out against her pale skin and red hair. her eyes stay on you while you observe her, the pale blue staring into your own. when she entered her face looked furious before she saw you. your hands start to fidget under her gaze.
"oh, dear, why are you up and about? i told you to stay sitting so you would'nt tire yourself out anymore!" agnes worries, moving from behind the lady and rushing over you to guide you back to the stool.
she turns toward the lady. "i'm sorry, ma'am. she's just a little bit out of it because of what happened."
"that's quite alright, i cant imagine what it must be like to have gone through all that she's been through." the woman says, her voice low and almost haunting. she steps closer, bringing her fingers to grip your chin and tilt your head to look at her.
"my name is jessica, the lady of the manor. i reside here with my husband, oscar. i'm sure you might have heard of us?"
"y..yes i have. just stories as a child." you whisper.
she smiles, almost like she knows exactly what you speak of. "i'm aware of the tales. but i can assure you that no one in this house is a monster." you briefly catch the faint smile on her face and the look she shares with agnes.
"but i can assure you that in this home you will be cared for. agnes will arrange a room for you and some fresh clothes for you to change in to."
before you can even object agnes walks out of the room and jessica takes your arm in hers to lead you to another part of the house. seeming to sense your curiosity, she encourages you to ask questions about the house and its architecture, answering any question you ask no matter how silly it sounds in your head.
she leads you up the staircase to the second level, taking you down a long hallway before stopping before a slight open door, opening it and gesturing for you to head inside.
following her direction, you slowly walk in to the room to see a bedroom straight out of your dreams. its big but not too large to feel overwhelming, having a four poster canopy bed, some dressers, a nook near the window presumably for reading, and a quaint sitting area near a fireplace.
"i hope its to your liking. we can have you moved to another room if you'd like-"
"no!" you nearly shout, slightly embarrassed at how you cut her off. she does'nt seem to mind though, simply looking at you in a way you cant interpret.
"its amazing, thank you. i swear soon i will hopefully be back on my feet and out of your way."
"nonsense, don't rush yourself, precious," she assures, stepping forward to rest her hands on your shoulders, continuing that unbroken eye contact from before, "you are welcome to stay in our home as long as you'd like. we rarely get guests from the town these days, so its nice to see a new face. especially one as lovely as yours."
the shock of her words makes your heart take a beat so suddenly you're scared she will be able to hear it. you feel bashful, not used to getting many compliments about your attractiveness. you cant help but want her to compliment you more, feeling like you'd give anything for her to call you beautiful.
"alright, there's something on the bed you to change into. another maid will be waiting outside if you need help getting dressed. she'll lead you to the dining room when you're done." she explains.
you're eyebrows knit in confusion, her face amused at your confusion. "you'll be having a meal with me and my husband. its only right you meet him and get some food into your system. trust me, he'll adore you so don't be worried."
you don't voice how that makes you worry more, instead telling her "thank you again for everything." before she leaves the room and you're left by yourself yet again.
the weight of what's happening finally settles in and you feel euphoric, struggling to quiet yourself as you jump on the bed and cheer for yourself. from a maid rejected by town to a guest at a local manor in the span of an hour. this is crazier than your wildest dreams.
composing yourself, you stand up and move to the dress that's been left for you on the end of the bed. picking it up doesn't help quell your excitement, the clothing being prettier than anything you've ever worn or even been able to afford. better yet its beautiful, being a white color with hints of f/c.
when changing you do have to invite your helper, catherine, inside to help you do up the back of your corset and the rest of your undergarments before finally helping you into your dress. your initial shyness fades as you begin to speak to each other, the both of you being around the same age and seeming to have the same interests. most of your friends looked away when you were thrown from the morgans, so it's nice to have a new one here in this strange place.
once you've finished getting dressed catherine leads you back down the hallway and stairs, through a new wider set of hallways before you eventually arrive at the dining room.
it's massive, to say the least, and the ceiling is covered in a gorgeous mural that trickles down the walls to keep the room regal yet creative. there’s a large table in the middle of the room, enough fancy chairs to seat at least 20 people.
“and you must be y/n,” a voice booms, pulling your attention from admiring the room to the person now speaking to you. he walks over to you faster than you can comprehend, seeming to cross the room in a manor of seconds. you don't have time to dwell on it before he clasps your hands in yours, shaking then up and down in a peculiar handshake. “my name is oscar, welcome to our home. i hope my wife and our staff have show you enough kindness to persuade you to stay.”
the lord is greeting you so nicely but you feel bad for barely paying attention to his words to take in his looks. you can see why he and his wife are married, to say the least, as he is incredibly handsome. he has slightly curled dark brown hair with eyes to match. he's wearing a suit just as extravagant as his wife's, mostly black with red and white accents. the coloring stands out greatly against his tanned skin and better unifies him and his wife as one. he lets out a little laugh as he notices your staring.
"um, yes. they've been nothing but kind to me," you manage to stutter out, slightly embarrassed at how you let yourself be so rude. "thank you so much for allowing me to stay in your home. i'm sure you've heard of my predicament, so i'm more than willing to pay off your kindness with service."
"y/n, you're our guest. we want you to enjoy your stay here. don't worry about any of that now." jessica projects from her seat at the table, watching your entire exchange. she gestures to the chair across from her for you to sit, oscar quickly guiding you to the end of the table to take your seat which he politely pulls out for you and pushes back in.
as soon as the lord sits in his seat, a few servants exit the kitchen to start laying out the meal. before you can even blink a full plate of food including some of the best-prepared meat you've ever seen, a fresh steaming bun of bread, and a good heap of vegetables is laid in front of you. you notice how the lord and lady aren't laid meals, instead, both of them are poured a dark red wine into their glasses.
"aren't you both going to eat?" you ask, trying to be as polite as possible.
they share a look and softly laugh to each other, in on a joke you cant understand.
"don't worry about us darling," jessica comforts, raising her glass to her lips and taking a languid sip before licking the leftover liquid off of her upper lip, "we'll be just fine like this. don't be shy and enjoy the meal."
and so, you dig in. the food is phenomenal, your eyes nearly rolling in to the back of your head much to your hosts amusement. after giving your compliments to the chef, they start up a shared conversation. they ask numerous questions about your life, what you loved and enjoyed doing, and more. it made you just a tad uncomfortable to be the center of attention, but a part of you deep inside craves more of it.
"i cant believe that woman would do something so cruel to a pretty little thing like you." oscar says, his face pinched in anger as he takes a long swig of his wine.
"precisely what i was thinking darling. y/n seems far too sweet to do such a thing. we are deeply sorry that happened to you, dear." jessica agrees, rubbing her hand up her husbands arm while looking at you.
"well its not completely..i-i guess she had a little reason to worry," you stutter out, your shoulders hunching as the two of them stare at you in signal for you to keep talking. "someone had blabbed about something that happened a while ago with a friend of mine. me and her son had started to get close so i guess she presumed that i would...try to do something with him."
"hm. it looks like you were wrong, my love," oscar hums to his wife, "she's not as innocent as you thought."
jessica chuckles, brining her glass back up to her wine stained lips. you notice how dark and thick the wine looks and cant help but want a taste. "i'm alright with being wrong this once. you know how i love a surprise."
"if you don't mind telling us, y/n," oscar calls you back into the conversation, " what ever happened with your friend for the townspeople to assume you would do something wrong to the morgan's son?"
the dining room goes silent when you don't answer, only the faint sounds of the workers in the kitchen being heard throughout. you contemplate how to explain to your hosts that about a few weeks prior you admitted to your close friend that because you'd been so busy with working these past few years you'd yet to lay with, let alone kiss, anybody else. after laughing and assuming that you were joking, they'd reassured you that it was ok and even offered to be your first kiss as a friendly gesture.
things escalated and before you knew it you had gotten yourself into a heated makeout session with your closest friend. you swore each other to secrecy but you assumed they had told one of your other more gossipy friends who spread it through the grapevine.
“you do not have to tell us if you do not wish to, dear,” jessica comforts, “the last thing we would want to do is make you uncomfortable.”
“thank you, but i don't mind. i trust you.” your eyes strain as the words leave your mouth. you’ve only known these two for a few hours at this point but there is something about them that calms you. t makes you feel safe with them. “i kissed one of my friends a few weeks ago because i never had kissed anyone at that point. i thought they wouldn't tell anyone but…word got around.”
“im sorry that happened to you, y/n. something like that should be sacred. the act of giving yourself to another person should be special, especially for someone as sweet as you.” the redhead moves her hand ross the table to clasp it with yours, wearing a soft look on her face.
“exactly. if that were us we definitely wouldn't betray your trust in such a way.”
“oscar please, you sound so vulgar.” jessica chastises him, the man giving her a rogue grin that sets off a spark in your lower stomach. “anyway its getting late, do you think you'd like to head to bed, y/n?”
your mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out. your thoughts are conflicting, a tug of war between your head and…something else. something darker.
“what did you mean when you wouldn't treat me in that way?”
the couple share a look as oscar tries to hold back his smile from broadening.
“would you like us to show you?”
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.
when you were a teenager, your grandparents had given you the much-dreaded talk about marriage. how unless you would get a job they would have to marry you off to one of the wealthier men in town. your grandmother didn't see any reason to be avoidant of the conversation and decided to inform you about what most men wanted from women, and what would happen to you on your wedding night. she seemed to have avoided the worst of it with her husband since they were very much in love, but she had heard stories from other women whose husbands weren't so understanding.
fortunately for you, your new partners were nothing of the sort.
after your inquiry and frankly embarrassingly enthusiastic consent to what they wanted to show you, the lord and lady had gently guided you up to their bedroom before softly undressing you while praising you and your body.
“do you know how beautiful you are, my love?” jessica runs her slender hands up your arms, the woman standing in front of you as her husband undoes your stays behind you.
“i wouldn't mind hearing it some more.” you smile, letting out a squeak when you feel oscar’s hands squeeze your sides.
“how lucky are we, my love, we’ve got a gorgeous maiden with spunk all to ourselves.” oscar smiles.
“look’s like someone’s heard our prayers,” jessica whispers into your neck, the feel of her lips on your skin driving your mind hazy and your eyes to shut in bliss.
oscar finishes undoing your clothes and brushes the shoulders of your dress off of you to the ground, your hands instinctually coming up to cover your chest before the man holds them to your sides.
“don’t be shy, you're gorgeous,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to the other side of your neck and your cheek. at your nod, he continues his hold on your arms as he sits on the bottom of the bed, sitting you in his lap before wrapping his arms around you.
jessica sits at his side, her body turned so she can still hold and touch you. her hands move up and down your shoulder, as she presses a featherlight kiss to it. when she pulls away you take her wrist in your hand and bring up her hand so its in front of your face. she watches you as you admire her, the smooth lines and wrinkles of her hands and bring it to your lips for a kiss.
“such a sweetheart. we really did get lucky, my dear.” she says to her husband.
“and she tastes even sweeter.” oscar agrees, biting your neck and chuckling at your small yelp. “i say we indulge in her, frankly im sick of waiting.”
jessica places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “i love it when we think alike, darling.”
before you know it you're lying down on the soft covers of the bed with jessica resting near your head oscar settling between your legs. it’s slow but intense, the way they kiss and suck and bite every bit of your skin until your skin and your brains are on fire. its made worse but so much better when the man drags his tongue up from your entrance up to your clit before giving it a long suck.
“oh my god-” your moan is cut off by jessica’s kiss, her tongue quickly entering your mouth and dispelling any thoughts in your head. the burning feeling at the pit of your stomach grows hotter when her hand trails from your cheek down to your neck before resting on your left breast, circling the nipple before giving it a rough squeeze that makes you let out a squeal.
“you’re so sensitive, my dear,” oscar mumbles into your cunt, using his hands to spread the lips of your pussy and stick his tongue straight into your hole and groaning at the moan it pulls from your throat. before this evening you rarely had thoughts of hurting another person, but its happening again when he pulls away from between your legs and your arms jerks to pull him by the hair back down.
you're given only a few seconds of recuperation before the two of them switch spots at record speed, oscar giving you a heated kiss while jessica throws your thighs over her shoulders and starts to eat you out just as ravenously as her husband did.
its only a few more minutes of pleasure before the look in jessicas eyes from between your legs and the sting of oscar’s teeth as he bites and sucks your neck before you feel yourself come to a release.
“thats it, oh that's perfect, baby,” oscar’s voice rings in your ear, the gentle comforting in your ear making your climax all the more powerful. you don't even notice your hand is trembling until he grasps it with his own.
the lady comes up from the apex of your thighs and brushes the red hair out of her face. when her eyes meet your own she smiles, and you clench your thighs together at the sight.
she giggles and squishes the fat of your thigh with her hand, moving forward to give her husband a quick kiss to his cheek, “i believe our dear is still a little pent up, my love. i think it’s time we seal the deal.”
the way they talk about you while barely acknowledging you causes your core to clench harder than you’d like to admit, a whine coming for your throat that brings their attention back to you.
“dont worry, sweet girl. our fun isn’t over yet.” the lord runs his hands down your chest and torso as he and his wife swap places yet again, his body hovering over yours. he smirks as he sees your eyes go blank with the feeling of his cock pressed against your stomach. “just give us the word and we’ll stop for the night.”
“no!” you shout, laughing at your own outburst. “i don't want to stop. i want you. please.”
oscar smiles down at you and gives you a kiss so sweet it starts to make your mouth and heart ache. he pulls away and uses his large hands to push your thighs apart to rest between them. able to tell that you’re getting in your head, jessica moves one of her legs to the other side of you, the sight of her bare in front of your face making your heartbeat skip.
“while he’s making love to you i'm going to show you how to pleasure me, is that all right?”
you nod your head so quickly you fear you’ll sprain something.
she smiles at you before moving some hairs from in your face gently cupping your face as she moves to rest her cunt over your mouth, her soft command of “lick” drawing you to stick out your tongue out to lick a long line from her entrance to her clit, and the sound of her moan ignites a fire in you that just wants her to feel as good as she made you feel. you bring your hands to wrap around her thighs and push her further into your mouth and the noise she lets out is nothing short of primal.
your main focus is on bringing the lady to orgasm until you feel something soft and large rub up and down your entrance, the feeling of it rubbing against your clit making you hum into jessica’s mound.
“take a deep breath.” oscar’s voice comes from behind jessica’s body, and she pulls her body away despite your pawing at her thighs to watch your face as oscar’s cock enters you, the sight of your eyes widening and mouth opening ina forced moan making her wetness grow.
they take a few minutes to allow you to adjust to the new feeling, waiting for your nod before oscar starts to thrust at a steady pace as jessica sits back down on your face to muffle your moans. you go back to grasping her thighs with your arms and wrap your legs around oscar’s waist to pull him in closer, the feeling of him inside you driving you up the wall.
all the while the pair are praising you, whispering it over the sounds of skin slapping and moans.
“that's it, carino, lift those hips up. show me how much you want it.”
“you’re tasting me so well, my sweet. just a little harder-oh yes, just like that.”
“gods above you’re gripping me like a vice. better than i’ve been dreaming of-”
you don't get to ask what he means before you feel the same pressure from earlier building up in your lower stomach, but it feels different. you’re squealing and squirming as it builds before you hear jessica let out a drawn-out moan as she squeezes her legs around your head, the taste of her arousal flooding your mouth. she’s panting and her skin is shiny with sweat and you swear you've never seen a person more beautiful.
she moves her body to lay on her side next to you, moving her hands down o rud quick circles on your clit as oscar speeds up his thrusts, lifting your hips to rest your bottom on his thighs to fuck inside you at a deeper angle. you cant even be embarrassed by the loud moans you're letting out before you're reaching your climax. the lovers moaning at the sight and feel of your cunt squirting onto oscar’s lap and chest.
the next few minutes are a blur, the physical toll of the night and the sex finally seeping in and making you drowsy. you feel a soft damp rag wiping down your body, each stroke being followed with a feather-light kiss and whispers. about how long they've waited for this, for you, and how they promise to never let anything hurt you again.
its the best sleep youve had in months.
.
.
.
when you wake up you stretch your arms and take a minute to just relax. its been years since you've woken up and had nothing to immediately do. its nice. you could get used to it.
getting up you see some nice clothes laid out for you, including a note left on the bedstand once you finished getting dressed.
dear y/n,
when you awaken, please come downstairs. we'd like to discuss some things with you.
j & o
the neutral tone of the note forms a cold feeling in your chest. from what youve seen you dont think the couple are the type to take down on their luck virgins, take their innocence and then kick them out. but after yesterday's events you cnt risk putting all of your trust into someone.
after you finish getting ready, you head downstairs, your mind instantly leading you to the large living area downtairs that you pass on your way to the dining room. the floors in the hallways are hard and the sound of your footsteps alerts your hosts to your presence.
"ah, you're finally awake! come, sit with us. we've got some tea and muffins here if you're feeling hungry." oscar welcomes you, motioning to a spot on one of the plush red couches and the treats on the table surrounded by them. jessica is sat lounging on one of the couches, a thick book in her hand.
you give a strained smile, walking over to sit on the couch before pouring yourself some tea and chewing on one of the muffins. they watch you while you eat, the gazes going back to feeling almost haunting compared to the heated way they made you feel last night.
"as you already know, we have some things we'd like to discuss with you, my dear." jessica scoots closer to your seat, setting her book down on the table and giving you her full attention. she must be able to see the fright on your face because she immediately gets up and sits next to you, wrapping one of her arms around your shoulders to cuddle you. "trust me, it's nothing bad."
"at least nothing bad for you," oscar snickers, dodging his wife's light slap to his leg.
"all we ask is that you hear us all the way through, alright?" jessica asks and cuddles you closer when you nod.
you understand her request when they explain what's been happening to you. apparently, they had been visiting the town in secret for a few months now, and after seeing you in a bar on their first trip they'd gone back frequently to watch you.
the way they explain it makes it seem like they're practically enamored and your heart is starting to hurt with how fastly it's beating.
but they know and give you a moment to relax and take it in, because they can tell when you're upset or overwhelmed. because they also tell you that they are vampires.
it takes everything in your power not to burst out laughing, but as they look at your face it all starts to make sense. the way they only apparently to drink a dark red wine, so thick that you wondered how it could be possible, how they were already enjoying their day in the middle of the night. the coldness of their skin.
"we understand it's a lot to take in. but we have one more thing to ask you." oscar questions while cozying up to the other side of your body.
you nod your head, figuring it couldn't become more shocking than what they've already told you. you're surprised at your calmness, thinking back on how you from a year ago would most likely be running for the hills now.
"we dont want you to just be a maid here. we want you to become one with us," jessica explains, the hopeful smile on her face near blinding, "vampire culture is a bit different than regular human culture so you can marry us if you'd like."
"but we would never rush you." the lord takes your hand in a gentle kiss.
"of course not. we just...we've never felt this way about anyone but each other. but your kindness and your character and your beauty...we couldn't help but to fall in love with you."
you can feel the start of tears forming in your eyes. despite a small rational part of your brain telling you its a trick, that they might just be doing this to reel you in and drink you dry, you believe them. you cant help to when they look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
"i...yes. i want to be with you." you sigh, letting out a string of giggles when they hug you from each side. it's suffocating and warm and it's the best hug you've ever had.
"gods, you're perfect. this is perfect, we'll tell the maids to prepare more on things to get you accommodated, we made you a few outfits just in case but you'll need more, not to mention more of your favorite foods and-"
you and jessica share a fond but teasing look at her husbands' rambling, the man quickly rushing out of the room as he calls for some of the maids to make preparations.
despite your happiness, you let out a strained sigh at the bubbling anger you felt from last night. everyone on the village called these two beautiful beings monsters in the night while they had treated you poorly based on a liars word of mouth. it fills you with a rage you don't know what to do with.
"what is it, y/n?" jessica inquires at your sudden change of mood. when you explain your anger she agrees, telling you how the worst part of looking at you from afar was seeing how people treated you like less than them.
"among our kind the art of killing humans is rather taboo these days. nothing like how it was when we were children."
"what if it was for a good reason?" you shock yourself with your question, and jessica too based on the look on her face.
she slowly starts to smile. "i think you're going to like it here with us."
Prompt — A hungry vampire has began stalking you after attacking you one night, they’ve become obsessed with your taste and shyly try to court you from the shadows
1,725 Words — NSFW WARNING (Minors please DNI) I just think little fangs are cute and should be appreciated more. Also seeing more female vampires would be neat.
Tiny Fangs
After one night attacked by the shadows you started to feel eyes on you. Late walks became your norm, but so did love letters, baked treats, and footsteps behind you. You were starting to feel like a secret admirer may have been stalking you. AFAB! Reader x F! Vampire
Click. Clack. Click. Heeled footsteps began to echo behind you. They usually did around this time. This time being the dead of night when the moon shared it’s light overhead, the stars sprinkled across the sky to light your way home. If you hadn’t known any better you would’ve been scared of what lurked behind you, but you knew you would be safer with them there. Whatever it was, they were following you to protect you. The little gifts and trinkets were enough to tell you that much. A new charm hung from your bag ever since then, and they had never taken it back. It had all started a few months ago.
Hello hello^^ how r u?? I hope ur good I'm here to ask for yandere vampire brothers( may be triplets or not but more than 2) with succubus chubby reader who is very shy and ashamed of her body but is super beautiful . She never tries to seduce for food which results in her community kicking her out and she on the verge of death due to starvation and these brothers (who knew every thing as they stalk her) taking her to their mansion with them promising to keep her nice and full???? Sorry thus is very long and thanx...
I'm good ^_^ my cat is sitting on my lap and I'm drinking caffeine free coke, so it's all vibes. I can't say no to triplets and I love the pairing of vampires and succubus! This ended up being nsfw because I couldn't help myself <3
“Please Lexial rethink this!” your mother howled as the chief of your village hauled your weak body out of your bed.
“The little thing can’t suck milk from your teat to keep her half conscious for the rest of her life,” he snarled, “I’m selling her for what she’s worth to the vampires. A deal with them will keep the creditors off our backs for a while and we’re doing her a favor putting her out of her misery. They say a vampire bite is euphoric. It will be a peaceful death.”
At the mention of your death she dissolved into tears. You watched your father comfort her, but accept the chief's verdict with a stoic face. If he cared at all, he didn’t show it.
That was the last time you saw your parents.
Lexial dragged you into the village square where the three vampires awaited their meal. You were too weak to fight, so you just lolled in his thick hands. They were triplets, looking identical with red eyes and pale skin, but different styles of white hair.
Everyone had heard of the brothers. They were rich and beautiful, the rumor was they’d done some grand favor for the king for which he’d gifted them riches beyond our feeble imaginings and now they were retired in the country to amuse themselves.
One was cropped short, the other long, and the final brother had a mohawk of long hair braided down his back.
“Thank you for meeting me,” Lexial practically groveled. Your incubus and succubus village was suffering. You were in a remote area and there just weren’t enough people to feed from. You yourself, refused to feed from unwilling hosts and with your low self esteem, you had trouble seducing the few who would be willing to feed you.
That was why your village chief was more than happy to sell you to the vampires for a few coins, you did nothing but swallow the little second hand energy you could beg for or your parents would offer. You were a burden to the whole tribe.
“You promised us a good deal on meat,” the one with the mohawk sneered.
His eyes fell over you, resting on your soft hips and you blushed in embarrassment. Most succubi were svelt and tall, alluring like panthers. You were short and round like a teapot with plump breasts and a big ass.
Lexial threw you down on your knees in front of them, still wearing your thin night dress. All your curves and tender bits were on display.
“She’s a juicy one,” he said eagerly, pinching your butt like you were a pig, “nice and plump. She’ll make a good meal.”
The three of them looked you over and the one with the long hair crouched down and pulled your face into his palm. He smiled at you and winked, before standing up again.
“200 sovereign, just like you said,” the short haired one smirked, tossing your chief a bag of coins.
“Thank you! Thank you, gentleman, please contact me again if you’d like to buy another when you’re done with her. We have a few layabouts we can spare to lose,” he replied.
The long haired one scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing at all and they carried you to their carriage, their business done. With what energy you did have, you tried to cover yourself as best you could, tugging your shift around your hips. It didn’t help much, riding up your thick thighs.
The vampire’s eyes were so busy watching you squirm around he bumped into the carriage.
“Got her?” the one with the short hair growled.
“Uh…yeah, excuse me, my rose,” he chuckled, his cheeks turning pink. It was endearing on his handsome face and you would have been charmed if you weren’t quite sure you were going to die very soon. Your chief was right, he was doing you a favor. What good was a succubus who couldn’t even feed herself? A chubby, plain one at that? You were better off as vampire food.
The carriage was warm and the vampire didn’t put you down as they all climbed inside.
Tears streamed down your cheeks and you buried your nose in his chest, clinging to the last bit of comfort you would get before your end.
“Don’t be like that little rose,” the one holding you said, bouncing you slightly in his arms, “I promise it won’t be so bad.”
The reminder that you were going to die only made you sob loudly.
“Sh, sh, sh,” he said, “look at me…look at me.”
You dared to peek up into his sanguine eyes.
“There you are, pretty girl,” he said smiling and revealing his sparkling fangs, “my name’s Angel. These are my brother’s Sin and Church. You are in no danger. Say hello.”
He gestured to the mohawked one and the short haired one respectively. You sniffled, not sure why he was playing this mind game with you before he ate you, but decided to play along.
“H-hello,” you stammered.
The two of them blinked at you. Church smirked and Sin continued to glare.
While you weren’t quite lucid enough to read their faces, their eyes were all tender as they thought of how very lovely you were and worried that you were obviously starving.
“You need to eat, little one,” Angel pouted, “You’re starving yourself to death.”
“No one…wants me,” you pouted weakly.
Church smacked his lips.
“You know damn well that’s not true you cheeky minx,” he snorted, “it’s a pity you’ll have to be force fed, but we’ll do what we have to.”
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Force fed?! You stiffened in Angel’s arms.
“Sh, sh,” he purred again, “don’t panic. No one is going to hurt you, but you have to eat. We know all about you. We’ve been watching you for a long time. You’re simply too sweet for your own good. A delicate little succubus like you needs to be spoon fed…so to speak.
You have no idea how excited we were when your chief offered to sell you to us, we were days away from raiding your village and taking you anyway. Those fools would have watched you wither away to nothing.”
You dozed in his arms overwhelmed from terror and confusion, waking again looking at a glittering chandelier. The entryway you were in was beautiful, decorated with paintings featuring the gilded frame more than the image inside.
Carved flowers trailed up and down the walls and heavy velvet curtains hung from curved gold curtain rods bent to look like vines. The room was painted your favorite color, as were the rest of the hallways he carried you through. They weren’t all the same shade, but it was for certain your favorite hue.
“Welcome home, little rose,” Angel cooed, carrying you up to a room with a large bed.
You noticed the pattern on the bedspread was your favorite flower. What an odd coincidence, you thought and you shook your head at your own foolishness for thinking about such a meaningless detail. When he put you down on it, you used your last bit of energy to scramble back away from the three of them who were stalking you like cats.
They circled you, their eyes drifting over your smaller form.
“W-why are you looking at me like that?” you murmured when you couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“Strategizing, doll,” Church snickered and you gasped, your hand going to your throat.
Angel punched him and came to sit down next to you, leaning in and pulling your hair off of your neck.
“Don’t listen to him,” he said, “we just have been waiting so long to touch you, we're a little beside ourselves.”
He leaned down and sniffed your skin, moaning quietly, while the others crawled onto the bed so lightly you didn’t even feel it sink under their weight. Your heart fluttered in your chest for a lot of complicated reasons you didn’t have the time to unpack. You were both ravenously hungry and terrified of being eaten at the same time.
“I-I don’t understand,” you stammered, “A-are you going to eat me now?”
Church gave you a wide grin showing his fangs and his dark red eyes flared a bright cardinal glow.
“Yes.” he said confidently and you squealed, trying to make yourself small.
He pulled you to his chest and pet your trembling form.
“We are going to feed you my rose,” he explained, patiently.
“B-but…n-nobody wants m-me,” you sputtered, disbelieving they could want to do that with you. They were perfect, beautiful and fit, successful and famous. You were nothing. This was some kind of mind game vampires played with their food.
Church and Sin made noises in the back of their throats eerily at the same time.
“Why would you think that?” Angel coaxed, lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger.
You started sniffling as tears snuck down your cheeks and you got annoyed at what a crybaby you were being.
“Because I’m fat!” you pouted.
Church looked feral and yanked you out of Angel’s lap, throwing you face down on his and slapping your ass, before gripping it firmly in his large hand as if he were testing it.
“Fat ass, yes,” he confirmed, then lifted you back up and tossed you on your back on the bed, crawling up your body with his fangs bared, “the rest of you is just as pretty as a flower and soft like a woman should be, a perfect, sweet little snack.”
You gasped at his closeness and his hot breath on your neck as his tongue darted out and licked you. The little drop of sexual energy that action gave you was like leading a man lost in the desert to water. You were too far gone into starvation to fight your instincts. You grabbed Church’s cheeks and kissed him without thinking, flooding yourself with delicious sexual energy.
You’d always held yourself back from taking what wasn’t yours. Most incubi and succubi liked to come to their victims in their rest, raping them and feeding on them while they slept. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it, leaving you malnourished and starving.
But at that moment nothing could have stopped you, your survival impulse had taken over and you were nothing but a feral beast sating it’s hunger. His tongue eagerly found your mouth, his heavy hand cupping your head.
He moaned into your lips as you frantically tangled your tongues together. You wrapped your legs as far around his thick body as you could get them and ground your pussy into his chest. He chuckled into your mouth and kissed you harder.
You had no idea, but behind him Angel was rubbing his eyes, because it wasn’t exactly supposed to happen like this. He’d carefully planned how he was going to gently nourish you back to health. Church was always rushing into things.
Sin, who was Church’s protege when it came to situations like these, nudged his brother out of the way and peeled your legs off of him so he could get at the little nightgown you were wearing.
He tore the flimsy material as easily as if it were paper, immediately latching on to your breast with his hot mouth. His long fingers found your already soaked pussy and he stuffed two of them inside. Hot, fresh life energy soaked you and your eyes drifted to the back of your head already experiencing the best meal you’d ever had.
“Take it slow,” Angel warned, crawling over to your head and gently prying you off of Church, who was not in the least deterred, shifting his kisses down your neck and to your other nipple.
You gasped in pleasure looking up at the third triplet.
“You’ll make yourself sick,” he chided, leaning down and kissing you softly adding a drizzle of his own energy to the mix you were engorging yourself with.
That was all silly talk as his brother dropped his head to your cunt and started licking your clit.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Church hissed into your breast, “we’re going to keep her so stuffed she’s sick. You were famished weren’t you, doll?”
“Mhmmm,” you whined, sucking gently on Angel’s bottom lip as he tried to withdraw his kisses.
He gave in to your lure, cupping your head in his hand and scattering kisses over your lips, never quite letting you pin him.
“You’ll never want for anything again,” he assured you, “food or whatever else you desire. Just ask. We’ve waited ages to spoil you.”
It probably should have been concerning these three vampires had been watching you, but you were too lost in feeding to think about such details. His eyes dropped to your neck.
“Can I…bite you…just a little?” he asked.
You should have frozen in fear, but you were high on food after years of starvation and the pleasure the triplets were raining on your body so you just let out a pathetic whine. Angel interpreted this as agreement and a moment later he’d pulled your head gently to the side. His cool nose grazed the tender flesh of your neck, before he tasted you with his tongue.
The bite was like nothing you’d ever felt before. If you thought succubi gave you pleasure before they killed, if they bothered to kill, you were wrong. You felt like you were cumming everywhere all at once, in your very veins perhaps. You screamed in surprise, your pussy flooding around Sin’s fingers.
Before you were quite ready for it to be it was over and Angel pulled away, dabbing at his red lips.
“Delicious,” he groaned, “it’s so hard to stop. I could just eat you up.”
You just whined pathetically as Sin bit into your thigh, throwing you into another orgasmic rush. It would have been an opportune time to drink you dry, you would have let them do anything to you at that moment, but they had other things on their minds.
Sin slipped his dripping fingers out of your pussy and quickly replaced them with his cock slamming into you. It was large and thick, stretching you to your limit. He couldn’t stay his hips, thrusting into you wildly like a rabid bull and the deluge of sexual energy made you drool.
The three of them were just as out of control as you were. They’d waited so long to have you, to touch you, to taste you. Sin wanted to bite you and rut you, not to consume you, but because he knew his bite was irresistible and he would do anything to chain you to him.
Vampires had stamina humans didn’t. The three of them could feed you as long as they themselves kept feeding endlessly.
They’d make you into their desperate little love pet and you’d never leave them. All the time they’d watched you and pined over you was being fulfilled in this moment and they weren’t taking a minute of it for granted, using every technique to seduce you.
Church bit into your breast making you sob, mind broken by the rush and Sin’s phallus moving in and out of you.
You wouldn’t have expected it from him, but it was Angel who slipped off his pants and shirt and pressed his cock against your lips, pushing it gently into your mouth after giving you a moment to taste him. Eagerly accepting it, you rolled your tongue over what would fit past your lips causing him to squeeze the back of your head and shudder.
“You’re so beautiful like that,” he moaned as he forced it deeper, watching you drool around it, “you’re so pretty, you have no idea…”
No one had ever spoken to you so tenderly, so you eagerly rewarded him by hollowing your cheeks around his shaft and milking him with your mouth. All the while Church watched you, toying with your nipples and stroking his cock, patiently waiting for his turn with one of your holes.
“Good girl, you can take it,” he encouraged you, “eat up.”
It pleased him to no end that you’d gone from the awkward young succubus he’d spotted in a bar trying shyly and failing to seduce some asshole, who didn't appreciate how beautiful you were, for the first time, to the satiated angel laid on in front of him on his bed. He would never let you out of his orbit again.
The years watching you starve too insecure to feed yourself were torture. It had taken him time to convince his brothers. Not that they weren’t equally enamored with you, but did they really want to kidnap you? They’d thought it was just another one of his impulsive schemes.
Slowly their fascination grew until a clear opportunity presented itself. It was for your best interest, they told themselves. Even they didn’t know he’d whittled down the local human population to nothing to starve the sex demons into desperation. Their luck would improve now that he had you.
He grinned watching his brother do everything in his power to fuck you into submission. He’d been the last one to cave, sure buying you would only make you hate them.
Church’s fingers drifted down to your little pleasure nub, circling it until you wreathed from the orgasm that overtook you. Your eyes glazed over as you got past the threshold of conscious thought. You were hardly aware of Sin cumming inside you and Church taking his place, only processing your basic senses, filling yourself to the brim with their energy.
You could smell Angel’s cologne and sweet musk as he fucked your throat. You could taste the saltiness of his cum as he unloaded it into your mouth. You heard him utter your name, clutching your head as he came. You watched his face flush an adorable red with embarrassment from what he’d done to you lost in passion.
All you felt after that was your pussy stretching with pleasure around Church’s member, your eyes rolling back in your head.
“Just a little more, doll,” he grunted, kissing the bottoms of your feet as he thrust inside of you and gripped your thick legs with his big hands, “cum for me again, delicious girl.”
Maybe he used a little bit of vampire hypnosis on you, maybe not, but you came at his command, your pussy clenching his shaft inside of you as he bit into your leg, extending the orgasm into an explosive bloom. Your slick squirted from the edges of his girthy cock making him smile and you blush.
“Fuuuck, that’s it,” he groaned, joining you in bliss and unloading himself into you.
When you glanced at him again, he was grinning down at you with a trickle of your blood making its way down his chin.
“You need to rest little rose,” Angel cooed, dragging your limp body up to his chest and leaning back against the headboard. He stroked your head while you lolled in his arms, exhausted and absolutely stuffed.
The three of them lounged on the large bed, Church propped on one arm looking at you and Sin with his arms behind his head staring at the ceiling.
“S-so you’re really not going to kill me?” you murmured quietly and the three of them chuckled.
“No!” they said eerily at the same time.
“Oh…okay,” you muttered and deciding you were safe for at least one night promptly fell asleep.
General Plot: As a bartender, you meet a lot of people. You never expect to meet the vampire you met at one of your jobs again, but he's kind enough to offer you a ride home.
A/N: ADDITIONAL WARNING: This is a story for the older tumblerinas that I had in my mind. When I turned 30 I suddenly felt like there were no vampire stories for me? So this is with that in mind. If you're not 30+ you might not really like it, unless you want to pretend to be a jaded 30-something for a while...I've been dying to do more mind control yanderes and this was a good space for it
Vampire (Julius) x female reader (30+)
Word Count: 4k
W: sfw vampire fluff, yandere vampire, mind control/hypnosis, light kidnapping?
“You don’t look like you belong here,” the vampire said to you, leaning against the bar you were standing behind. You were filling in for the usual bartender at these kinds of parties, a much younger woman with big boobs. That’s what they always asked for.
“If that’s a crack at my age, you should know I’m also too old to fall for negging,” you shot back, finding somewhere else to look.
He chuckled.
“The opposite, really, you’re the most interesting woman here,” he said, smiling, revealing long fangs. He picked up one of the glasses of blood you were pouring and took a sip, looking out over the slew of 19-23 year old girls and boys the vampires had invited to entertain their party.
“These kids are just that,” he said, “children. They look like children, baby faces...”
He turned back to you.
“Women look like they have secrets,” he said, his sharp, red eyes peering at you over his glass, “I bet there’s a few things you’ve seen, maybe done, that will follow you to your grave.”
You looked a little incensed and shrugged. It was true, what grown woman didn’t have secrets? You’d all done something you hoped never saw the light of day, it was part of making mistakes and growing up. He wasn’t unique for guessing that.
“The same goes for me,” he laughed, looking at his drink and spinning the glass, “but that’s what makes you so much more fascinating. I won’t be so trite as to compare a woman to a glass of wine, but there’s something alluring about complexity. You’ve had heartbreaks. Triumphs."
"You’ve gotten high on your ego. You’ve been dragged down and humbled. You’ve created your own tragedies that you’ll always regret and they have formed you into a layered person. All things these kids have yet to experience. There’s nothing wrong with them…just…I’ve never been interested in innocence.”
“You’re bored then,” you said, ignoring his musings and wiping down the bar. It was late in the night and most of the vampires had found willing humans to feed from, no longer needing your services. The sooner they all filtered out to whatever dark caves they disappeared off to, the sooner you could pack up and go home.
“I’m here to serve drinks. I’m not good company,” you said blandly, “sure a handsome guy like you could find better pickings at a bar uptown.”
Sure he was handsome, with deep brown skin and black locs swept away from his face trailing down his back, but all vampires were good looking. They also liked to play games and drink blood, neither of which sparked your interest.
“I guess you caught me,” he said, “I hate coming to these things. I arrange them for the clan, so I have to be here, but parties got old a long time ago.”
He looked you over, considering what was under the crisp white button down you were wearing.
“But you’re wrong about one thing, I’m not going to find a more captivating woman anywhere else,” he said.
“I’ve lived a long time, but I’ve never met someone who piqued my interest quite like you do.”
You laughed in his face.
“I’m sorry, but that sounds like a line,” you said, smirking, “and I’m a bit too complex to fall for those, too.”
You appreciated it, anyway, but you weren’t letting the smooth talking vamp make headway with you. You were going to go home alone to another peaceful night drinking tea and reading novels in bed, not getting chewed on, tossed aside by a vampire playboy, and taking an awkward Uber home at 4am. While that had been fun at 23 it had long since lost its shine.
The house lights went up and you almost let out a sigh of relief. The party was finally over.
“That’s my cue to make myself scarce,” you said, giving him a smile, “have a nice night, mister.”
You turned your back on him to pack up the rest of the blood bags you hadn’t used and when you flipped back around he was gone. Not thinking much of it, you finished cleaning up and headed home.
–
Julius watched you from across the room. You’d never know he was there, slinking in the shadows. He was jealous of the way you were smiling at the man in front of you as you mixed his drink. He made a joke and you giggled, making his blood boil.
You weren’t taken with the man, just doing your job. There was a conference at the hotel and the after party was filled with forty-somethings mingling and sloppily dancing to 2000’s hits in ill fitting business casual.
Before he walked away Julius watched him slide his business card across the counter to you. You chuckled at his back as he walked off and dropped it in the fishbowl someone had placed on the bar for the raffle, making his rage deflate a little bit. He wasn’t the only man you rebuffed.
Julius was a hunter, though, in his 597 years of life he’d perfected his craft. He’d identified his prey and nothing would shake him off your trail. He’d been watching you, showing up to the parties you bartended at and creeping on you from the shadows. It had been weeks since he’d first talked to you.
In that time he’d learned your name was (Y/N), what catering company you worked for, and your home address. He knew the names of all your friends, who you were closest to and who you had drama with, and enough about your troubles to get a pretty good picture of you as a person.
He was fascinated with your complicated smiles and the walls you put up to keep people out. From following you, he knew you were self reliant and a homebody. You didn’t go on dates. You always turned men down even when you found them attractive. He’d watched you go home to read one of your spicy books alone night after night.
He was starting to learn what was a fake facade you put on for your customers and what genuinely pleased you, but it was all from so far away. You were a pretty bird that he could only observe. He wanted to get closer, but he didn’t want to frighten you away. How to arrange a meeting?
He glanced at the 40-something who had approached you, pulling him into the shadows and looking at him with his swirling red irises, whispering something to him before releasing him again.
When the party ended, fairly early due to the crowd, you packed up your bar and loaded up the van you used to transport the liquor and coolers.
“Looky here, it’s you again,” the man from before slurred as he appeared behind you.
You jumped, startled and narrowed your eyes at him.
“I’m just about to go,” you said, hurrying to put the last of the coolers in the van, but there was still some stuff to load.
“Why don’t you let me give you a hand, doll?” he asked, stumbling towards you, obviously drunk. You had no idea how he got so drunk because you didn’t remember giving him that many drinks.
“I’m really fine,” you said, holding up your hands to warn him off.
The drunk took this as an invitation and fell into you, trying to plant a kiss on you.
“Hey get off!” you growled, pushing at him.
“You started it, doll,” he purred in your ear, his hands finding your hips.
You were just going to push him away when he was suddenly removed from you.
“Get lost,” a deep voice said and the handsome vampire you remembered from the vampire party you catered a month ago appeared dragging the guy off of you by the collar.
The man blanched, looking suddenly very lucid and terrified, disappearing down the alley.
“Thanks,” you gasped, catching your breath, “that guy was a creep. If you hadn’t of been here…”
He smiled at you, flashing his sharp fangs.
“How auspicious that we meet again,” he said, “maybe this time you’ll let me introduce myself before you scurry off.”
Shaken from the attack and thankful for his help, you stuck out a shaking hand.
“(Y/N),” you said.
He took it, but instead of shaking it he folded himself down and kissed it.
“Julius,” he said.
You pulled your hand back, even though your heart fluttered a little. No one had ever done that before.
“Well…like I said, thanks…I should get going,” you said, slowly turning back to your stuff and putting the last of it in.
“It’s been a pleasure,” he said, “maybe I’ll see you again.”
You glanced out of your rearview and he was still standing there when you started the van and took off. There was a loud grinding noise and you hurriedly brought the van to a stop to try and figure out what it was. Julius appeared by your driver’s side window and pointed for you to roll it down.
“Seems we meet sooner than expected,” he laughed, “someone stole your back tire.”
You jumped out of the van and clucked in your throat when you saw that indeed, someone had stolen the tire from the van.
“Just great,” you groaned, fishing in your pocket for your phone to call someone and just to make your night, your phone battery had gone dead.
“Need some help?” Julius asked.
You turned back to him, rubbing your head.
“Yeah, actually, jeez…I’m so sorry to impose like this but is there any way I could use your phone or something to call someone?” you asked.
He smiled at you.
“I can do you one better and give you a ride home if you want,” he said, “we can call the tow truck in the car. I’d hate for you to have to sit out here in the dark on an obviously dangerous street until someone comes to pick you up.”
You looked around, acknowledging that you’d both been accosted and had your tire stolen on this street. It wasn’t looking good for your prospects.
“Okay…” you said, “but let me send a picture of your driver’s license to my friend…just you know, to make sure you’re not a wierdo.”
He chuckled, pulling out his wallet. He was happy to hand it over, because it was fake.
“Of course,” he said, “that’s perfectly reasonable. I want you to feel safe with me.”
He handed you his phone and you snapped the picture, typing in your closest friend’s number that hadn’t changed in the twenty years you’d known her. She was on vacation in Italy and wouldn’t see it, but this was all just to discourage any funny business anyway. He didn’t have to know that.
Ironically, since he’d been stalking you, Julius did know and smirked as you sent the message. When you were done you passed him his phone back and he led you to a sleek foreign sports car parked in the back lot.
“This is niiiiice,” you laughed as he opened the door for you, “I’m shocked you still have all of your tires.”
Julius stiffened imperceptibly and if you’d thought about that statement for a minute or more you might have saved yourself a lot of trouble. Or maybe you were already stuck in the spider’s web and it was too late.
Whatever the case, the door shut with a click as you sat down and Julius swung around to the opposite side to slide into the driver’s seat. To your surprise he tugged your chin to face him. You would have been annoyed or startled, but when your eyes met his swirling red ones you only felt a sense of peace.
“I’m taking you to your house,” he said, evenly.
You nodded, believing him because he’d hypnotized you. He’d ensured that you didn’t struggle while he took you to his. He wanted to talk to you, not watch you sleep in his passenger’s seat.
Having stalked you for a month, he wanted to hear your voice…see your eyes flicker when you spoke with him. When he let go of your chin, it never even occurred to you to tell him where you lived.
Instead you leaned forward and nervously fussed with his music system, swiping through songs on the touch screen. His scent was filling the space, some kind of expensive cologne mixed with a masculine musk unique to him, and making your head a little swimmy and maybe your heart a little fluttery.
You strategically avoided situations like this, chronically single for a reason. Significant others came with compromises and you were happy with your life. Over years you’d built it to be what you wanted it to be. No, you weren’t rich, but you could buy the things you wanted, within reason, and had a comfortable roof over your head filled with the things that comforted you.
Your own frugality and ingenuity gave you a lot of pride. You’d DIY’ed a bunch of things to make them nice and you did your own car maintenance. You felt whole. The idea of changing your world, carefully crafted over the course of decades to make room for some unreliable stranger seemed simply unappealing.
Now you were all fluttery and your hands were sweaty and it annoyed you. It was a threat to your way of life.
“You listen to Death Cab…?” you snorted, staunchly pushing him away with the first thing that caught your eye, “what are you a moody teenage girl from the early 2000’s?”
He smirked at you and reached over your hand with his larger, cooler one, pressing play.
The stormy, proggy guitar riffs that were enigmatic in 2004 drifted out of the speakers all around you. You jerked your hand back, cheeks burning.
As the music pulled you back to an earlier time when you smoked pot with some boy who’s name and face you didn’t even remember anymore while you avoided a party on a rooftop, listening to this song filtered through the shingles under your feet.
Oh, instincts are misleading…you shouldn’t think what you’re feeling…
You’d believed in love then. Maybe you’d thought you’d loved that boy that you couldn’t even remember. Just like the song love was campy, but annoyingly poignant and you felt your eyes water with some kind of wistfulness you weren’t used to feeling.
Surprising even yourself you snorted when another song you recognized played.
“I had my first time to this song,” you laughed, blushing at admitting something so personal on a whim, but smiling to yourself, “god, how things have changed…”
We looked like giants, in the back of my gray subcompact, fumbling to make contact…
He tipped his head to the side, glancing at you while trying to keep his eyes on the road. He really just wanted to look at your glowing face on the brink of tears at a silly album he had in his music collection.
“You’re telling me,” he laughed, “want to hear what I had my first time to?”
Your head snapped to him, interested. A vampire’s song? You had to know.
He flipped through the songs until the sound of lutes and flutes filled the car and you couldn’t hold back your giggle when a deep voice singing in Italian bellowed something that sounded maybe like opera?
He smiled at you, tapping his hands on the steering wheel and flashing his fangs.
“You laugh, but this was extremely popular in my time,” he said, “Guacomo was a genius!”
You gave him a pacifying nod, smothering a snicker and remembering that oldies in vampire time was very different from yours, as he sang a few lines with a booming baritone.
“It’s kind of a bop,” you said, acknowledging that the flutes were nice. Giving him a devious look you asked him a question he liked.
“So where was it?” you asked.
“My first time?”
You nodded and he laughed.
“In a brothel my father took me to. I was so frightened I almost couldn’t do it, but she was a kind woman. Took me right in my chair in the middle of the performance.”
He was too polite to ask you yours, so, because it was fair, you told him.
“Mine was in the back of a Chrysler Sebring,” you chuckled, “on a very rainy day after I finished a job interview.”
He laughed out loud.
“After a job interview?!” he chuckled, “naughty girl. Did you get the job?”
You nodded and he grinned. The air in the car had cleared and you’d gotten so comfortable you hadn’t even noticed he’d stopped until then.
“Where are we?” you asked, looking around at the underground parking lot he’d driven you into.
He looked into your eyes.
“You asked me to bring you to my house,” he said, “we are getting along so well you don’t want the night to end just yet. You want to have a cup of tea, but you’re all out.”
“Oh, right,” you said, chuckling that you’d forgotten and letting him help you out of the car.
He had to stifle his grin as he led his unsuspecting little lamb up the elevator that would deposit the two of you at his penthouse.
“This is beautiful,” you gasped at the lovely apartment.
It was wide and open with an almost 180 degree view of the city and the river running beside it. Stars sparkled in the night’s sky, above the light pollution. His decor was sleek and modern in light, cool colors.
You jumped as a vampire servant appeared, silently taking Julius’ coat.
“Bring my guest some tea,” he said over his shoulder as he led you out onto the terrace wrapping around the building. A small swimming pool was built into the balcony with a hot tub, but he led you to a couch under an elegantly designed propane heater.
Somewhere in the back of your mind you had the sneaking suspicion something wasn’t right, but it had been so long since you’d been alone, intimately with a man you were kind of getting drawn into the attention and the environment. The weather was a little chilly, but it was warm under the heater.
He cupped your elbow as he got you comfortable on the couch, sliding next to you. Not too close to spook you, but close enough to be a bit thrilling. He’d played this cat and mouse game with a thousand other women, but no chase was as exciting as this one. He didn’t plan on having you for a night and then tossing you aside.
His plans for you were much, much bigger. Some part of him had been looking for his dream woman since his first time, but women had always just been…unmemorable. It didn’t matter if they were glamorous, perfect vampires like him or innocent human twenty-somethings, he found them utterly dull, until you.
When he’d first spotted you in your crisp white shirt, he’d immediately frowned. He thought someone had put a spell on him or a glamor on you. He’d never responded so viscerally to a woman before, his cold heart thudding in his chest. And when you’d put him off…he’d been sure you were sent from the Goddess herself to punish him.
You weren’t perfect, like some plastic doll. Your face had character, framed with the rogue gray hairs you stubbornly refused to pluck or dye and fine lines around the corners of your eyes. Your boobs weren’ that ideal ratio teenage boys who’d never been near a woman’s breasts before had determined was beautiful and your stomach wasn’t tight. But all of those imperfect strokes painted a ceaselessly lovely picture for Julius.
You looked like he’d dreamed you with all of his favorite little quirks, the way your teeth were spaced and the shape of your nose…they would all seem not quite perfect to anyone else, but to him…they were exactly what he would have chosen if he'd designed you himself.
He knew it was a little cliche, but he had to ask.
“It’s surprising a sophisticated, pretty woman such as yourself is still single,” he murmured, glancing over your face.
Your cheeks warmed slightly.
“I like my life,” you said, confidently, “never needed a man, I guess.”
“Maybe never needed,” he agreed, “but never wanted?”
You swallowed thickly as a pot of tea and a cup was set out for you by the silent butler.
You took a sip of the too hot liquid before answering.
“Romance just never seemed important,” you replied, “I have friends. I can buy myself everything that I need.”
He scoffed.
“Now that’s interesting,” he said, patting his knee, “because the only thing I can confidently say I’ve learned in all of my 597 years is that love is the most important thing. Everything else…dust…but love never had a form. It lasts forever, hovering in the aether. Even death can’t kill it.”
He narrowed his shrewd eyes at you.
“I see we have to disconnect you from your comfort objects,” he said, thoughtfully.
You wrinkled your brow at him, a little confused, but just laughed it off. People said strange things all the time, maybe you’d missed something.
“I want you to kiss me,” he said, this time to you.
“What?” you asked, a little taken aback at his direct approach.
He smirked.
“As an experiment. If you really aren’t missing anything, then there’s nothing to worry about. You’ll kiss me, it’ll mean nothing and you’ll have won the bet.”
“Your wager is I am missing something?” you asked, “something you have?”
He nodded, an amused smile playing on his lips. You chuckled.
“Okaaay, that’s one of the more interesting lines I’ve heard to get a kiss, but I’ll bite,” you said, then gave him a more serious look, “but only one. This isn’t an invitation.”
He nodded innocently, agreeing.
You couldn’t help but like Julius. He was handsome and a little bit charming. Kissing him wasn’t really a hardship. You were willing to try it. Carefully, you placed your tea cup on the saucer and smoothed your hands on your pants. You gave him a careless look to let him know you were absolutely not going to fall for this, before, leaning in and pushing your fingertip under his chin to lift it just a bit.
Then you tipped your head to the side and pressed your lips against his. He let you stay in charge for just a moment, his cool lips moving just slightly under your warmer ones. Then you felt his hand take yours, pulling it aside, while his arm circled around you nudging you into him. His tongue brushed your bottom lip as he deepened the kiss and you saw sparks when yours automatically followed his, just lightly scraping one of his fangs.
He had a slightly coppery taste with a bit of spice and your mouth watered just a bit, tasting him. Your lips and mouths moved together like they’d always known one another. Like this wasn’t your first kiss, but one you’d given him a thousand times, yet was never less exciting than the first. You would have been startled if you hadn’t been so lost in it.
He didn’t want to pull away from you, knowing he could push for more…but again, he didn’t just want one night with you. He had to be careful how he approached you, so he let his mouth drift from yours, delighted when your head followed his just a bit, chasing him.
His red eyes sparkled down at you.
“Did I win the bet?” he asked.
“Hmm?”
He chuckled and you blinked, your eyes focusing and your sense slowly coming back to you. You hurried out of his arms.
“No,” you said, quickly.
“No?” he asked, very amused, because he knew you were lying.
You tried to school your very guilty features. That was a good enough kiss it was actually difficult to lie about. You definitely wanted another one, but you absolutely did not want to ask for it. Your emotions were all over the place. He read the slight panic rising in you and, though it was amusing, decided to play the long game.
“Why don’t we call it a night?” he said, “you won the bet, so I’ll give you a favor.”
You looked at him.
“What?”
He shrugged.
“Whatever you like,” he said, “think about it…a favor from a vampire is valuable. Don’t waste it.”
You chuckled at him and shook your head at the strange statement.
“I should probably be heading home,” you said, finally.
He grinned at you with a knowing look and tipped his head to the side, his eyes sparkling.
“You’re too tired to go home tonight,” he said evenly, “you want to sleep in my guest room.”
You yawned as his hypnosis worked and your eyes got heavy.
“I’m so tired,” you said, “thank you for offering me your guest room. I think I’ll head to bed now.”
He nodded and waved his hand. To your surprise the butler eerily appeared.
“He’ll show you to your room,” he said and you followed the butler out, only glancing back once over your shoulder to see Julius was watching you with glowing eyes as you walked away.
Fandom - DCU - Batman: Arkham Knight (Video Games) // DCU Comics
Pairing - Arkham Knight X RedRoom!Reader // Jason Todd X RedRoom!Reader
Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Descriptions of Violence - Implied/Reference Suicide (One Mention) - Blood - Swearing - Crying - Unresolved Trauma - M! Receiving Oral Sex - Face-Fucking - Degradation - Boot Humping - Dom/Sub Undertones - Praise! Kink - Choking - Begging - Very Mild Orgasm Denial - Heavy Angst - No Comfort
Word Count - 6.3k
Notes - If you can’t tell, I have big fat feelings for the Arkham Knight. I just??? Love him so very much and basically used my Reader Gloves to express how much I want to jump his bones. I was biting many inanimate objects throughout writing this so if you see teeth marks in random things…it wasn’t me.
Also - Would any of you be interested if I started doing a tag list?
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‘You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself. We are horrible.’
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You hear him before you see him.
All the hair along the back of your neck stands on end and a frigid shiver sweeps over your skin; rocking hard down the interlocking bones of your spine. There’s an awkward hush throughout the group, a tense clack of teeth smashing together when those around you clench their jaw.
His steps are loud–you think he does it on purpose–if he didn’t want you to hear him, you don’t think you would until it’s too late. His posture bleeds authority, this is a man who doesn’t ask permission. He takes what he wants and if you stand in his way, then it’s your funeral.
You’ve heard the stories from those who laid witness to his calculated rage, you don’t ever want to be on the receiving end of that endless wrath.
There’s something uneasy kicking awake in your stomach.
You should write a dark Jason "Thick Ass Thighs" Todd as the Arkham Knight. I went down with the DC ship long ago, so it only seems appropriate that you should do the same. 🖤💙🖤
he was a secret obsession until you sent me this shit, asshole.
wc: no idea
Dark!ArkhamKnight!JasonTodd x Reader
His fluorescent helmet is raised, the ice blue of his eyes and his face the only thing exposed other than the length of him buried inside you.
“Jason, please, I can’t-“ you whimper, your wrists straining where they’re tied crudely behind your back.
“You can and you will,” he replies coolly, one hand holding you upright, the other holding a .45mm to your ribs.
You’ve already come twice, riding him just like he likes, with your legs spread pornographically wide over the thick muscle of his thighs. You’re not sure how much longer you can go before your legs give out, but you know that once you do he’ll just flip you and use you like a fuck toy until you’re raw and overstimulated.
The threat of the firearm pressed against your skin conjures stamina you didn’t know you had, and when you feel the barrel trace down your middle and right to the apex of your thighs, your anxiety kicks into overdrive.
“Fuck, you keep squeezin’ me like that and I won’t last long.” His hips buck uncontrollably, your sensitive clit catching cold metal and grinding against it. You cry out, another orgasm approaching quickly, the edge of your vision fuzzing over, when he stops.
Your breath catches when you feel the gun press into the soft underside of your chin, your eyes opening wide and looking down at his smug smile. “I know you want to come again, sweetheart. Beg me for it.”
Your jaw locks, the humiliation of being naked and tied and straddling his cock, being made to come twice, and now being forced to beg for it finally wearing at your will to survive. You keep your mouth shut, even though your eyes water with the implications of what consequences that’ll get you.
“Not so talkative now?” Jason is mocking you, knows that you’re right on the edge of pure bliss, and that you hate it; hate him for making you feel this good against your will. He pulls back the hammer on his gun and you crack- tears spilling over and onto the red and black of his tactical gear.
“Please! Please cum inside me Jason, please.” He lets you fold into his chest, his breath hot on your neck while you sob.
“See? That wasn’t so hard. I’ll give it you, sweetheart.” His pace becomes frantic, your moans muffled by his shoulder as he sets his gun down and strokes at your clit. “C’mon, give me one more. Milk this fat cock.” The hand that was keeping you steady anchors on the back of your neck, shoving you back down every time he thrusts up, brushing spots inside of you that even you couldn’t reach.
Your toes curl, stomach going taut as you gush around him, his amused chuckle puffing air against your ear. “See? I knew you could do it,” he says, right before he buries himself impossibly deep and lets himself go with a groan. He lets you lay against him for a moment, the both of you catching your breath before he throws you sideways on the couch and puts himself away.
“Now, I gotta go deal with a fucking bat problem, but when I get back that pretty little ass is mine.”
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