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The prompts will be posted August 20th
The event will run through September 14-20th
Each submission should be tagged #subarmandweek & have this blog (@subarmandweek) tagged. An Ao3 collection will be posted where you can add your fics. UPDATE: Ao3 collection HERE!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy
Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy
Additional Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Feminization, Devil’s Minion Era (Vampire Chronicles), Young Daniel Molloy
Series: Part 2 of Sub Armand Week Sep 14-20 2025
Summary:
sweaty lil freaks. more of my softer cnc stuff
day 2 of Sub Armand week: cnc/feminization/petplay
YOU'RE BACK OMG!!! i was in inpatient for like three fucking weeks so i didnt see you get your blog unblurred... but anyways they let us watch tv in our rooms (each bed had a private tv) and i watched iwtv (and the jeffrey dahmer interview documentary for inspo for stories but thats not...) and every time i saw assad or eric i had a conniption but through my tdick. anyways whats ur top 10 favorite zamasian or devil's minions fics i have a kindle and i love to read fucked up shit on it (dead inside is deliciously fucked up but the dialogue is so fanfiction-y it drives me up a wall)
HI HELLO MY LOVE IM SO HAPPY YR BACK!!! so sorry abt inpatient that sucks but i hope yr doing well now!!! <333
just a blanket rec: all of the @subarmandweek fics posted this week bc im gojna be so honest im too tired from classes + needing to write my ownnn fics for this week to comb thru my ao3 bookmarks in order to pick out more personalized fics ;0; ITS NOT THAT I DONT LOVE U I PROMISE!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy
Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy
Additional Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Light BDSM, fauxcest, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Sub Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Dom Daniel Molloy, Young Daniel Molloy, Sub Armand Week Fandom Event (Vampire Chronicles), Pseudo-Incest, No Incest, It’s not actually incest but they do get off on calling each other brother so do with that what you will
Summary:
“I’d whisper it to you during the day. A secret to slip in your pocket in the morning. I’d tell you to keep the window open, because we’d never met in the moonlight before. That I’d knock on your window when the moon rose.”
“You think I would?”
“You would.” Daniel leans back, and brushes Armand’s cold sculpted cheek with his fingers. “You would because it excites you.” Armand chases after Daniel’s touch, fluttering his eyelashes at him. There it is, a tender chink in the armor. “Are you excited, Armand?”
A nod. Sparkling bug eyes, and a pink tongue licking pink lips. Daniel kisses him. He licks into his monster’s mouth, muffling a whine from his lover’s lips. He kisses him, until he has to pull back for breath Daniel tries to pretend he didn’t lose.
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Or
Daniel figures out that Armand has a pseudo-incest kink, and he decided to push.
@subarmandweek for Day 6 | Fauxcest (and a little bit teacher/student)
Hope you guys enjoy a little bit of Armand’s corruption kink 🤭
i know it's a fandom event so there's not really a precedence for professionalism but the precedence for professionalism that i made up in my head is the only thing stopping me from tagging every submission 'YAYYY WHEEE YIPPEE' when i reblog it here
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@subarmandweek Day 1: Ageplay (barely)/Knifeplay/Hierophilia
1,5 k words, Explicit, No Archive Warnings
"Tell me, why you're here."
Armand's answering gasp echoed through the cellar, his naked body shivering like leaves in an autumn breeze. Daniel let his eyes wander over him, marvelling at the sight of his companion being spread out over the stone slab, his arms tied at the wrists and raised above his head, his ankles bound together, fastened to the floor by a bent and sharpened metal pipe Daniel had found. He almost mourned that he'd blindfolded the older vampire — the look in his eyes that very moment was certainly delicious.
"I… I have sinned."
Armand really took his role to heart by how small and timid he made his voice sound.
Daniel had been sceptical about this whole idea, but Armand had begged him to do it for weeks on end, and he'd finally caved, letting his companion have this. He just hoped it wouldn't stir things from his past too badly.
So, they had prepared for this. Sought out this old, abandoned building which was scheduled for demolition the next day. They had brought everything needed to made the room look eerie and solemn simultaneously. Around them, they had placed candles, forming a perfect circle, their flames reflecting in the shiny metal of the blade in Daniel's hand.
Daniel hummed and then crouched down, running his fingers over Armand's chest, letting his fingernails only so slightly scratch his skin.
Written collaboratively with my love @armanddefenseleague for Day 4 of @subarmandweek: Somnophilia/Overstimulation/Size Difference
Armand dreams of a mysterious presence following him down a darkened city street, watching him from the shadows as he hunts. He can feel those orange eyes boring into him from the darkness, tracking his every move. As the dream continues, Armand turns down an alleyway to get away from the shadowy figure. But he's moving in slow motion, and there's nothing he can do — in an instant, the creature sneaks up behind him. A strong arm wraps around his chest, cold lips pressed to his neck, one clawed hand dragging its way down his torso to grope roughly at his cock, squeezing him through his pants.
When the monster speaks, its sharp teeth graze the shell of Armand's ear, making him shiver. "Mmm...Did you miss me, boss?"
In which Daniel Molloy really likes kissing and snuggling with dead things.
Words: 4,301
Tags: Somnophilia, sexual overstimulation, size difference/size kink, blood drinking, biting, rough sex, anal fingering, blood as lube, coffin sex, dom/sub, possessive sex, sub!Armand, dom!Daniel Molloy, devil's minion era happened, vampire Daniel Molloy, maker/fledgling dynamics, vampire sex, old married couple, spooning, porn with feelings
This fic contains daddy kink, gore, fucking without fucking, sexual age play, priesticide.
It's 3,048 words but I'm not posting it on AO3 at this point in case I ever complete my original plan of writing their whole vacation.
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"That's it," Daniel said, snapping his laptop shut. "I can't take this anymore."
A human being with normal human hearing would not have been able to hear him over the sound of several blenders, a food processor, a garbage disposal, three distressed rats, and Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran playing on maximum volume, but Armand was not a human being with normal human hearing.
"What?" he said, without making any move to mitigate the noise. "What's the matter, beloved?"
"Turn that off."
"What?"
The faux innocence in Armand's voice made Daniel want to strangle him. In a sexy way. Maybe.
Daniel took a deep breath. Then, he walked into the kitchen and picked Armand up, slinging him over his shoulder.
Armand shrieked happily.
"We're going on vacation," Daniel said. "And you're gonna fucking relax."
"My experiments!" Armand said, reaching towards the mess in the kitchen as Daniel carried him out of the room.
Daniel deposited him in their bedroom.
"You pack," he said. "I'll clean up the kitchen."
Armand pouted.
"Babe," Daniel said. "I love you so much. And I need you to be able to cope with stress without resorting to synth pop."
Armand glared at him as he left the room.
"I'm not stressed!" he shouted.
Daniel scoffed.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, boss."
He rounded the corner into the kitchen and eyed the three rats, trapped in the first section of an Armand-constructed maze under the watchful eye of his most recently purchased camcorder. Based on past experience, Daniel expected the maze to contain, at a bare minimum, acid, knives, and explosives.
"The things I do for love," he muttered to himself, and rolled up his sleeves.
Armand stared up at the cathedral as the taxi pulled away.
"This is… not a hotel," he said.
Daniel was watching him closely, excited and nervous to see his reaction.
"No," he said. "It's not. But it is closed for restoration."
He glanced up at the tall stained glass windows and intricate stonework. The facade was partially obscured by scaffolding, but it was still striking. He looked back quickly at Armand, hoping he hadn't miscalculated.
"Well," he said. "What do you think?"
Armand frowned.
"I'm not sure I get it," he said. "We're staying here?"
Daniel felt a little deflated at that, but he soldiered on.
"We don't have to," he said. "But I thought it could be fun. Suck off a priest, defile the alter, fuck on every available surface."
Armand's face was unreadable.
"What, should I have chosen a mosque?" Daniel asked. He was still a little unclear on whether Armand had actually converted since the seventies or was just dabbling in the aesthetics. Anyway, even if he'd had clarity on that point, it would have gotten him no closer to knowing whether Armand would prefer a location that hit closer to home. In the end, he'd decided it was the safest bet to choose a faith neither of them had ever been affiliated with.
Armand tilted his head from side to side noncommittally.
"No," he said finally, grabbing the handle of his roller bag. "This is perfect."
He ascended the white marble stairs, leaving Daniel with the rest of their considerable luggage.
Daniel breathed a sigh of relief.
The nave was awesome in its size and splendor, with figures carved and painted into the great stone arches high above and an organ three stories tall. Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows, illuminating angels and saints. Daniel, raised by a secular Armenian father and an atheist mother with little regard for her Jewish heritage, had spent little time in sacred spaces and might have been awed by this one before his cynicism had a chance to kick in, if he'd had eyes for anything other than Armand.
The delightful demon had wasted no time in sprawling across the altar at the center of the sanctuary, limbs spread wide as if he were making snow angels in the marble. Daniel's heart fluttered in his chest.
"Look at this!" Armand said, turning his head and grinning wide at Daniel. His sweet little fangs had descended in his excitement— they made him look to Daniel like a playful kitten. "It's bigger than a coffin!"
Daniel's fond laughter echoed against the high ceiling.
"Ooh, ooh, daddy!" Armand said. "Will you sacrifice me on the alter? Please please please?"
Any doubt or hesitation left in Daniel lifted then. If he was daddy now, then Armand was either very happy or very distressed, and he was clearly not distressed.
He dropped their bags in the center aisle. He could deal with them later.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "Anything you like. And guess what?"
Armand rolled onto his side on the alter, resting his head on his arm and staring at Daniel with those astonishing big amber eyes.
"What?" he asked.
Daniel bent down and rummaged in his backpack, finally pulling out a knife in a leather sheath, it's gleaming handle studded with rubies. Armand had stolen it from the Met and given it to Daniel as a birthday gift, and while Daniel felt it was at least as much a gift to himself as it was a gift to Daniel, he loved it dearly. He stood and proudly waggled the knife in the air.
"I came prepared!" he said, grinning.
Armand sat up and actually clapped his hands in delight.
Daniel laughed.
"It's like I know you or something," he said.
Armand giggled, kicking his feet against the altar.
"Of course you know me, silly," he said. "You're my daddy!"
Walking down the aisle towards Armand, knife in hand, was surreal. Daniel felt acutely the pounding of his heart. Twice, he'd watched a beautiful woman walk down a church aisle towards him and felt an aching loneliness he couldn't understand. Walking towards Armand, with his goofy, bunny-toothed grin lighting up his handsome face, Daniel didn't feel lonely at all.
When he reached the altar, Daniel leaned up and kissed him. For a moment, he allowed himself to believe that he would never feel lonely again.
Armand kissed him back sweetly, the way he always did when he was being small, lips closed but pliant, receptive to Daniel's teeth or tongue but never pushing the kiss into heated territory himself, very different from his usual ferocious hunger.
Daniel gasped into his perfect little mouth, then pulled back to say, "Take your clothes off, angel."
Armand giggled.
"Not an angel," he said, but he pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
Daniel stepped back to watch him kick his shoes off and unbutton his pants.
"I know," he said. "You're my little monster. I don't mean angel literally."
Armand wiggled his feet as he pushed his pants down.
"What's it mean then?"
Daniel smiled.
"It means that you're so sweet it makes my teeth ache."
Armand frowned. He was down to his boxer briefs and socks now, and Daniel thought he looked both mindbendingly sexy and heartmeltingly adorable.
"I don't want to make your teeth hurt, dad," he said.
"It's a—"
Daniel shook his head.
"Nevermind, baby. I'm just trying to pay you a compliment."
"Oh," Armand said, his frown melting away. "Why, thank you!"
Daniel laughed.
"Are you feeling a little shy?" he asked. "Or have you forgotten that you were taking your clothes off?"
"Oh!" Armand said, jumping a little. He hurried to divest himself of his socks and underwear.
Daniel loved the way Armand lived in his body when he was little. He loved the lithe seduction he was so often treated to when Armand was big, of course, but there was something about him, naked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, belly folded in on itself, feet kicking, without pretense or performance, that made Daniel feel feral.
"What?" Armand said, catching the look on his face.
Daniel blinked rapidly. He stepped forward, placing the knife on the altar, wrapped his arms around Armand, and pulled him into a filthy, devouring kiss.
Armand squeaked into it, not kissing back at first, then giggled and let his mouth be pried open by Daniel's tongue. He wrapped his arms loosely around Daniel's neck and kissed him back, wet and clumsy, humming out a happy little, "Mmmmm."
Daniel was panting when he finally pulled back. Armand watched him curiously.
"Lie down, honey," Daniel said, his voice catching in his throat and coming out ragged. "Lie down on your back now."
Armand obeyed, wiggling a little to get comfortable.
"Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?" he asked.
Daniel grunted, biting back a moan.
"I'm gonna sacrifice you, remember?" he said.
Armand's foot found the knife and gracefully slid it towards Daniel, as if Armand the adult were momentarily possessing just one leg of his body. Daniel picked it up and spun it in his hand.
"Oh," Armand said.
"Do you know what sacrificing means?" Daniel asked curiously.
Armand nodded.
"It means you cut me all up and then God eats me," he said solemnly.
Daniel wasn't sure whether or not to laugh at that. His forehead scrunched. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"Hmmm," he said. "And you… want that?"
Armand nodded vigorously.
"Sounds fun," he said.
Daniel had to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from laughing
"Sure," he said. "Why not."
He slid the knife out of its sheath and slipped the sheath into the back pocket of his jeans. The offering candles had been snuffed out and few of the electric lights had been left on, but even in what dim light there was the blade shone silver as Daniel held it aloft. Armand's wide eyes followed its movement, his mouth opening in a soft, "Oooh."
Daniel lifted his other hand and pricked his pointer finger on the tip of the blade.
Armand gasped.
A bead of blood welled on the pad of Daniel's finger.
"I think that's sharp enough," he said.
He knew very well that the blade was sharp. He was sure historians would have wept to see Armand sharpening it on the whetting stone in their sleek, modern kitchen.
Armand licked his lips.
Slow and teasing, Daniel lowered his fingers to Armand's lips. Armand lifted his head, trying to catch the finger in his mouth, but Daniel pulled it back.
"Uh uh uh," he said. "Be good for me now."
Slowly, Armand let his head fall back onto the alter, his lips resting slightly parted.
"Good boy," Daniel said. Armand shivered.
As the finger came nearer to Armand's mouth, Daniel could see him vibrating with the effort it took to control himself.
"So good," he murmured. "That's it…"
He brushed the pad of his finger along Armand's bottom lip, leaving it wet and red. He saw Armand's tongue dart forward in his mouth, then still without touching his lip. Armand's eyes were all pupil, slightly crosseyed as they fixed on Daniel's finger. Carefully, Daniel traced the perfect little Cupid's bow.
He made Armand watch as he pulled his hand back and sucked on his own finger before finally saying, "Alright, go ahead."
Armand's tongue was quick and thorough, lapping up the little bit of blood he'd been allowed. He looked like a kitten, licking his own face with his fangs peeking out.
When he'd been human, Daniel had done plenty of things to Armand that would have gotten him permanently locked up, had Armand been human too. Still, he would have hesitated to do what he was about to do now.
A lot of things had changed since then.
Daniel raised the knife again.
Armand gasped when the cool metal pricked the place between his collarbones.
"Oh, please," Daniel murmured. "You can take more than that."
Armand gave him a reproachful look.
"You would provide a master performer with a gilded stage and and forbid him to perform?"
Daniel rolled his eyes, letting his wrist go a little slack on the knife.
"You're such a drama queen," he said. "It was just, you know. Dirty talk. I love it when you ham it up, you know that."
Armand wiggled a little, shaking out his fingers and toes.
"Okay," he said. "I'm ready."
Daniel tightened his grip on the knife and raised it six inches above Armand's chest.
"I love you, baby," he said, and plunged the knife into Armand's chest.
Armand cried out, arching his back as if in pleasure, pressing up into the blade. Blood welled up around the handle, soaking the thick black hair on his chest and pooling in the hollow of his throat.
Daniel huffed, feeling his cock stiffen in his jeans as the blood soaked his fingertips.
"Alright?" he asked.
"Don't," Armand wheezed, and for a moment Daniel froze, worried he'd really hurt him.
Armand coughed.
"Break," he said, blood bubbling up over his lips.
Daniel started to pull the knife out, but Armand grabbed his wrist and held it in place.
"Character," he finished.
When he grinned, his teeth were red with blood.
The tension drained out of Daniel's body, replaced with a heady mixture of fondness and irritation. It was a feeling he strongly associated with Armand.
"Oh, fuck off," he said, and wrenched the knife downward.
With his newfound vampire strength and the sharpness of the knife, he could have cut through Armand like butter, but he thought Armand would find it sexier if he pretended to be struggling.
Armand rewarded him by moaning so loudly it echoed off the ceiling.
"I think your noises alone should please whoever the fuck we're sacrificing you to," Daniel said, forcing the knife down another two inches.
Armand screamed, then let the scream break into bitter sobs.
"You wanted this," Daniel reminded him. He could see layers of muscle curling away from the incision, blood bubbling up to fill the void. He touched the tip of a rib, stroking it gently. Armand hissed. Daniel looked at his face, distorted with pain and ecstasy, and bit his lip, pressing his hips against the altar to ease the ache in his cock. "It's an honor to serve a god. Wasn't it you who said that?"
When he reached the soft flesh of his belly, Armand's breath turned quick and shallow.
"Sh sh sh," Daniel said, gliding the knife smoothly down to his belly button and then through it to the top of his pelvic bone. "I've got you, baby."
Armand let out a shrill, hysterical little laugh. Daniel made sure he was looking at him before he carefully licked the knife clean.
Armand seemed to be beyond words, but his wide eyes and his straining cock spoke for him.
"You're such a freak," Daniel said. After a pause, he added, "Yeah, I know, I'm one to talk.
He wouldn't put the knife in its sheath until it was properly clean, so he reached over Armand and placed it on the lectern behind the altar, letting his belly brush against Armand's cock.
Armand didn't react to that. His breathing was still quick and shallow. But his cock twitched, leaving a damp spot on Daniel's shirt.
"Maybe I'll eat you," Daniel said as he straightened up. "Screw god. I don't think I want to share."
He dug his fingers into Armand's chest.
He was just beginning to wrench his ribs apart when a door slammed.
Hands soaked in blood, face splattered red, he looked up to see an elderly priest in robe and collar, staring at them in horror.
Once second, Armand was under his hands, incoherent and bleeding. The next, he was standing behind the priest.
Daniel gasped. Armand looked a horror, his chest gaping open, his whole body soaked in blood and dripping onto the dark wood floor. From this angle, Daniel could just make out the right side of his heart beating away in his chest.
"What?" the priest said, looking around for the victim who had vanished. When Armand growled, the priest started to turn towards the sound, but it was too late — Armand was on him, fangs sinking into his neck and claws shredding the clergy robes.
Daniel rushed to his side, sinking his fangs into the priest's neck on the other side. He thought he could feel all three of their hearts beating quickly, quickly, frantically, the priest's heart drumming out a desperate desire to live, even as Armand's beat stronger and stronger with his blood.
Finally, one heart began to weaken.
Daniel pulled off first, feeling the pull of the grave beyond the beating of the priest's heart, but Armand kept drinking.
"Armand!" Daniel said, but Armand didn't seem to hear him.
Daniel knew he wouldn't be able to pull Armand off the priest, but he was holding the dying body aloft while Armand drank, so he tightened his grip on it and threw it away from them.
He underestimated his strength, as he often did. The priest's body flew through the air and hit the organ pipes. A loud, discordant note echoed through the cavernous space as the body hit the floor with a thud.
Daniel found that he was breathing hard. He tried to catch his breath, then remembered that he didn't need to breathe anymore and stopped completely instead.
"Babe?" he said.
Armand was unnaturally still. Daniel reached up and rubbed his arms, trying to catch his eye.
"Baby?"
Armand blinked. He shook himself.
"I think I was hungry," he said. He looked around them, his eyes a little dreamy. "Are there any more priests around?" He licked his lips.
Daniel kissed him on the forehead.
"Here," he said, slicing his throat open with a claw. "Let's get you stitched back up and then we'll get you some dinner."
"Ooooh," Armand said, his eyes darting between Daniel's throat and face. "Will you stitch me up? Really?"
"I thought you'd be into that," Daniel said. "I brought all sorts of medical shit for us to play with. But first, let's get you a little headstart on the healing."
Slowly, Armand stepped forward. He leaned in as if to embrace Daniel, and closed him mouth around his throat.
Daniel closed his eyes. He tilted his head back and ever so gently slid his hand up Armand's chest to brush his thumb over his beating heart.
