#vampire!dennis

[zeninsin]

HOW YOU MET + WHAT IT'S LIKE DATING VAMPIRE!DENNIS HEADCANONS.

cw: period sex mention, blood obvi, biting kink 18+

vampire!dennis who was not born from a family lineage of vampires, but was actually turned into a vampire in his first year of medical school at 21, so he's practically a baby in vampire years. he ended up dropping out for a year before joining back after being so conflicted and gaining the courage to join back. it's always conflicting when he has to visit the family farm on family reunion's due to his superior strength that he would've never had when he was younger, ironically estranging him more than he was from them anyway. god forbid his brothers be clumsy and spill beans or rice and he has to pick them up.

the religious aspect becomes even worse, as he can only stare at the crucifixes he used to adorn onto his neck as a pledge to the Lord, only to look at it in fear, as its everlasting divinity would only now scorn his rough hands. regardless, vampire!dennis vows two things when becoming an intern to Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre: to never drink human blood straight from the source, and to never date a co-worker. the blood part he could abide by, and originally he was never going to steal the blood in the first place, but after being splashed with it on his first day of being an intern, he couldn't help himself and proceeded to steal blood bags and bring them to his 'apartment', possibly even drinking it on the job if he's desperate. then, he met you at a bar that his co-workers decided to take him to after a hard shift. vampire!dennis couldn't help but gawk at you from afar, drinking his blood-orange margarita. and lord knew he could not fathom a sentence for the life of him when you came up to him for the first time. you complimented his curls, slightly ruffled from a rough day at work, but really his eyes were what took you in. the brightest of powder blue's that looked like they read every inch of you, when really they were possessed by a diffident hemovore whose heart would be beating erratically if he had one.

one charm led to another and you were soon the girlfriend of vampire!dennis whitaker, who was disgustingly devoted to you but morbidly insecure of you finding out he was a vampire and could only tell you on call because he was so viscerally embarrassed. thankfully, you were amongst the weirdos who were into vampires and was happy to find out that you were into the thought of dating a vampire.

vampire!dennis who finally broke his first vow and bit you after you offered, and quite frankly has never drunk any other's blood since. your taste was so decadent to him that it was practically a sustenance that he could only grow addicted to. vampire!dennis who is SUCH a kisser!! neck kisses (which usually means he's hungry), ankle kisses, hand kisses, which are very common, because he cannot help but express his gratitude for you loving a creature such as him. on that note also, he will always say 'i love you more', because he does. no human's love could ever compare to the devotion of a vampire.

vampire!dennis who gets obscenely horny when he sucks your blood and ruts into your thigh like a dog, getting way too into it, lost in a daze, pupils blown out as your blood fills his tongue. 9 times out of 10, he'll eat you out (spelling out his name) and fuck you for ages after, babbling 'thank you'. on top of that, vampire!dennis is usually a service dom but the more you starve him whether out of annoyance or sadism, will grow increasingly submissive until he can't take it anymore, bursting through the door of your home after you let him in. he'll drop to his knees so hard it genuinely makes a thud and his hands cusp yours, begging and begging to feed off of you, borderline crying. "pleasepleaseplease baby i'll be so good for you i promise just one bite please, i can't take it anymore please—" he'd consistently ramble non-stop until you have to pull him up and you don't even make it to the bed.

vampire!dennis who is so much stronger than you think and it is the biggest turn on ever. being a vampire has it's perks, because there's nothing more that puts a smile (and maybe a chuckle if he's bitchy/bratty) on whitaker's face than to watch you squirm like a mouse and claw at his back like a vice as he snaps his hips against you so beautifully.

"feel good, baby?" "mhm, dennis— fuck!" "heh, i know baby, i know. let it out."

vampire!dennis who gets a bit proud when staring at his scratch marks the next morning, but it dies down instantly when santos sees it when he's changing into his scrubs in the locker rooms. she doesn't shut up for the rest of his day and he has to fight the urge to slime her out.

vampire!dennis who buys you necklaces, bracelets and thigh-highs frequently because that's his favourite place to bite you at. thighs, neck, wrists, and chest. especially the dainty, long necklaces that reach down to the middle of your tits that get stained with your blood as he sucks at the plush of your breasts, leaving a discreet bite mark that he likes to look at whilst you change.

vampire!dennis who would eat you out on your period and has thought of it once or twice. he'd never dare to even propose it, too cowardly, and because he knows how much your period dims your mood anyhow, but lord would it be perfect. he wouldn't even have to hurt you with his fangs ( which he hates so much :(( ), and drinking your blessed blood straight from your cunt, for your pleasure more than his sounds like heaven. he has to restrain himself every time you walk past because your blood scent is so palpable he prays he has a day and night shift.

vampire!dennis who likes to stuff his fingers into your mouth when he sucks your blood, hoping you'll bite him back like he's a bite block. he couldn't tell him why, but the pain of your teeth combined with the ecstasy of your blood spurs him on.

vampire!dennis who one day, will marry you and bite you, turning you so the both of you can wander the eternality of the world together. however, until then, he'll feed off of your essence and devote his lack of life to you endlessly.

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[writingwithrach]

Paging Dr Dracula - Chapter One

pairing: dennis whitaker x reader

summary: you love your doctor, he's sweet and attentive, especially when he feels your pulse quicken. he must be able to sense your crush, that's all it is.... right? vampire au

warnings: fluff, swearing, tw: mentions of blood, tw: mentions of injuries

words: 1.5k

a/n: hope you guys enjoy this part! also i have NO idea what santos' character is like so i hope this little snippet is okay! things will be heating up soon, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! xo

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chapter one

Valentine's Day

For the third time that week, you woke up absolutely freezing, it was weird, you were sure that you’d closed your balcony doors before going to bed. Then again, you’d been so tired from getting home at 3am that maybe you had simply forgotten. Again.

You groan as you realised what day it was, Valentine’s Day, this dreaded day meant that work was gonna be extra busy. You’d better get some good tips tonight. After breakfast, you walk outside to grab your mail, your hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea.  You laugh as you open the mailbox and see the Valentines candy from your parents.

You glance up as the highlight of your morning walks past, sometimes you didn’t get to see him as you were still usually in bed at this time. It seemed very fitting that you’d see him on Valentine’s Day. You didn’t even know his name – you wanted to though – but you thought he was gorgeous. He had these pretty features and big blue eyes that always seemed to look sad.

“Hey, good morning,” he grins as he comes to a stop so he can speak to you over your garden gate.

“Oh, hi. How are you?” you reply as you walk closer.

“I’m good, thanks, what about you?”

You nod, “yeah all good, just fucking freezing and I miss the sun,” you laugh as you shove your free hand in your armpit to keep it warm.

He grins as his blue eyes flick to the box of candies in your hands, “from your boyfriend?”

You could have sworn his eyes narrowed but it must have been a trick of the light, “uh, no,” you were kind of embarrassed now, “from my parents, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

His face relaxed and he smiled before he jabbed his thumb over his shoulder, “I should get going.”

“Yeah of course, have a good day.”

“You too,” he flashed you one of his shy smiles before he wandered off to wherever he worked. You hated him leaving but you loved to watch him go.

Early in the afternoon, you get a message from your manager and best friend Emily, “hey girly, thanks so much for agreeing to work tonight! Just make sure you look extra cute xo”

You scoff as you put your phone down, it was either work tonight or stay in with a bottle of wine and think about all the mistakes you made in your love life. It was an easy decision. You spent extra time on your hair and makeup for your shift that evening, a glass of champagne in your hand.

As you walk into the bar that evening, you almost regret your decision to work tonight. It was already smelly and sweaty with too many bodies in the cramped space. You wince as your shoes stuck to the floor as you walk behind the bar and greet your co-workers.

The night started fine, you were getting a lot of tips from drunk patrons – who all tried to hit on you – and your wrists were sore from all the cocktails you were making. You hated making cocktails. The real trouble began when a fight broke out as you were collecting some glasses. You tried to get the security guard’s attention but he just waved you away as he carried on flirting with some random customer.

You had no choice but to try and stop the fight yourself, unfortunately, you were too late and the fight had already got out of hand. One of the guys shattered his bottle on the wall above your head as he tried to attack his opponent but getting you instead. You cursed beneath your breath as the glass showered down on you, the bigger pieces getting lodged into the soft skin of your scalp. It didn’t hurt too much. You supposed the adrenaline had taken over.

All at once, Emily and the security guard ran over to check on you.

“Are you okay?!” Emily fretted as she checked the extent of your injuries. You nodded as you gingerly touch the back of your head, your fingers coming back stained with blood.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, just fuck off!” you snarl at the security guard.

“I’m taking you to the ER,” Emily grabbed your things before you could refuse and she took you out to her car, “are you sure that you’re okay?” she asked as she glanced over at you before turning back to the road.

“Yeah, I think so, just hurts a little. I think I’m practically just running on adrenaline at this point. God, I hope I don’t need any stitches,” your stomach churned.

“You’ll be fine, I promise.”

It was a freezing cold night and you wrapped your jacket tighter around your body as you fought the urge to pull the shards of glass from your head. You didn’t want to make the injuries worse. As you were nearing the doors, Emily pulled her phone from her bag, cursing beneath her breath as she frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Brad said that the police have turned up,” her voice was guilty as she looked over at you.

“It’s okay, you should go, I’ll take a cab back.”

Emily nods as she pulled you into a hug, “let me know what they say and let me know if you need anything.”

The hospital was bright and noisy with doctors running in every direction and the beeping of numerous machines. Among the sea of people, you recognise one of the doctors instantly as you walk further into the hospital. He was finishing with a patient before his eyes met yours. His eyes widened and you saw the worry swimming in their depths.

“Hi, you okay?”

“I got accidentally glassed at work.”

His eyes widened slightly, “shit, you bleeding?” when you nod, he sighs as he runs a hand through his curls, “okay, come on,” he leads you into the pit and finds a bed for you, pulling a curtain around it.

“Sorry to bother you,” you mumble, slightly offended as he stands behind you to inspect your injuries.

“No,” he sighs, apology clear in his voice, “it’s all good, you’re okay. I’m Dr Whitaker by the way.”

“Y/N,” you offer.

“Nice to meet you officially,” he chuckles.

Whitaker’s fingers are gentle as he inspects your cuts though you wince every time he pokes and prods. You hiss through your teeth as he pulls at a shard of glass, you were way too distracted by your pain to notice the way he takes deep breaths every time his fingers brush over a bloody spot.

“Are you nearly done?”

“Just hang on one sec,” he says before he’s running out of the room.

You don’t have to wait long, he soon comes back in with another doctor who takes his place behind you.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Dr Santos, I’m gonna help out okay?”

You nod, giving Whitaker an apologetic look as he kneels in front of you, “I’m sorry, was I moving too much?”

“No, hey don’t apologise,” he smiles as he takes your hand, thumb running over your pulse so you have something to focus on, “thought you could do with some distracting, just keep your eyes on me okay?”

“Okay,” you take a deep breath as you feel Santos extract a shard of glass.

“So, what do you do for work?”

“Work in a bar,” you try to focus on how pretty he is, but it’s difficult.

Whitaker nods, thumb pressing into your wrist, “ah I should have figured, getting glassed is an occupational hazard huh?”

You laugh as your eyes fixate on his nametag that read, D. Whitaker, “what does the ‘D’ stand for?”

“Dennis.”

He definitely looked like a Dennis, he was kinda nerdy, so fucking cute with his little curls and big sad eyes, “heh, it suits you.”

Dennis grinned, a flush rising to his cheeks, “so working on Valentine’s Day sucks huh?”

“Well it was either that or,” you suck in a breath as another shard of glass is taken out of your head, “or stay in and be miserable with a bottle of wine. What about you? I saw you leave hours ago.”

“Uh yeah, I’m pulling a double, got no romantic plans of my own.”

It seemed insane that he was single, someone that looked like he did. Maybe he was just really shy, or y’know, he was a serial killer.

Before you could continue with that train of thought, Santos spoke up, “okay you’re done hon. Don’t need any stitches so we’ll just discharge you with some pain meds.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Dennis walked you out of the hospital, “you let me know how it heals, alright? And obviously come back if it gets worse.”

“Yes Doctor,” you tease and he snickers at your words.

“I’m sorry that you had such a sucky Valentine’s Day.”

You look him up and down, “it’s probably the best Valentine’s Day I’ve had in a while. See you soon, Doctor.”

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[str4wbsstuff]

stalker-y vampire dennis who’s following reader home after a long shift bc wasn’t able to steal any blood bags, so poor boy’s hungry :( and reader just smells so nice :( he can’t help it he’s just a boy :(

he’s just so hungry, almost in a daze as he follows you out of the double doors. dennis really doesn’t mean to, but when you waves him off with that pretty smile of yours. wishing him a good night and the sweet scent of your blood invading his senses he really couldn’t help it.

dennis always forgets how quiet his foot steps are. how even against pavement on a basically empty street the tapping of his sneakers is almost inaudible. you’re walking with headphones in..that’s unsafe he should mention that to you sometime. a lot of bad things could happen because of that, you changed out of your scrubs. you look nice in leggings he thinks, this sidewalk doesn’t have many lights he notices. is your walk home always this dangerous? maybe he should start offering to walk you.

god you smell good, he can hear the timing of your pulse just beneath your skin. can hear the rushing of your blood in your veins— shit he’s drooling that’s unsightly of him. he doesn’t mean to scare you, honestly he didn’t. when his hands grasped onto your shoulders he meant to ask nicely if he could have a taste he promises. but the way you jumped back into his hold in surprise with your neck so close to his mouth he just couldn’t hold back.

arms wrapping around you grounding your body to his chest. teeth instinctively sinking into your flesh, the sharp tips puncturing the softness of your throat. his entire body went alight. the heady rich taste of you flowing over his tongue made him whimper. he was just so so hungry, the dull in the pit of his stomach lifting as he greedily gulped down all you had to give. he had no idea it could taste this good, maybe because it’s fresh? a thin trail of blood trails down his cheek. he feels horrible for being such a messy eater, old habits die hard he supposes. if he were in less of a rush he’d lick it up not wanting a waste even a drop of you. every sip makes the fog in his mind lift just a tad but not enough to register you hiccuping in his hold. finger nails digging into his forearm, it’s almost cute as you struggle.

he really only dragged you into the alcove because he didn’t want anybody to see him. if his secret got out that’d be a big issue. you seemed a little less than willing unfortunately but he’s sure after he explains it’ll all be alright.

how do you taste so good? its all so delicious. your smell, taste absolutely everything about you. when you go limp he just assumes you’ve understood the circumstances. he really does appreciate that, you’ve always been so understanding it makes him feel so happy— so seen.

after he’s taken his fill he gently licks at the puncture marks. it should heal soon luckily..oh you’re sleeping? you must be so exhausted from that shift. thats okay, he found your ID in your backpack and oh! your address is so close he’ll drop you off at home…maybe after one more bite.

it’s the right thing to do after all.

[margottenenbaum222]

vampire!whitaker who got caught stealing blood bags by robby at the tale end of a long shift. ‘what are you doing whitaker’ he asks cautiously, slowly getting closer. whitaker dropped the bags in surprise and rushed out saying sorry, not making eye contact once just looking worriedly at the floor as he practically ran out.

the next morning he would find two blood collection bags safely tucked away in his locker along with a post-it that read 'if you need anymore tell me, don't take from the patients.' signed with an -R and what dennis assumed to be dr robbys phone number. confused but relieved, dennis would look around the empty locker room and slide the bags into the bottom of his backpack before anyone came in and saw.

when he saw dr robby next he muttered an ashamed 'thank you', head still down until robby clasped his shoulder and leaned down to say 'text me, we need to talk'. he spoke barely above a whisper, his voice sort of rough from the early start but somehow holding some sort of intimate edge.

[you-go-too-slow-for-me]

Looking after your vampire bf has unexpected challenges:

Robby sighs and puts his phone down, smiling, he's sure Dennis will find the picture funny later. With a relaxed sigh and a smile, he watches as the little bat bites his tiny fangs into the watermelon over and over again.

Dennis is making tiny happy squeaks as he goes. Fruit of any kind is his absolute favourite when he's in bat form. Melons, pears, bananas; if it's out when he's flying around their apartment, he will be swooping in for a feed. Whether it's Robby's late morning snack or not.

Because, contrary to common misconception, vampires don't solely consume blood.

In fact, Dennis only drinks the stuff once every couple of weeks or so. Luckily they lived in quite a vampire friendly city, and synthesised blood was easily available. Although, since Robby had recently offered his own neck to his boyfriend, he needed that artificial stuff less and less.

The little bat was tiring now. His bites becoming less 'ferocious' as his tummy filled up with watermelon juice. Robby ran a gentle fingertip from his wide nose up and over Dennis' furry head.

"You all full up now?" Asked Robby warmly.

He cupped a hand next to the watermelon, intent on carrying Dennis to his perch in their living room for a nap. But the bat was determined not to need help.

Determinedly he swung off the fruit and flapped his wings. Desperately going in rapid bursts, before needing to sink down again in tired glides. Once, twice, and then three times the little bat tried to flap-flap-flap his way over there; But he was just so tired and heavy from his meal.

Robby shook his head as he watched. Dennis wasn't even moving across the room at half a human walking pace. He came and scooped the little vampire from the air with both hands easily.

Still being stubborn, his boyfriend wriggled in his hands with coarse squawk like squeaks. So he placed the bat on his tshirt just at the top of his pec and let him hitch a ride that way.

Dennis was much happier like this. Nestled into his big warm giant. He clung on tight with his tiny feet and clawed wingtips. So much so, that Robby found (when he'd walked them to the perch) his boyfriend was determined to stay right where he was. The warmth of Robby's body comforting him like the heat from a surrounding colony would for a true bat.

"Ok baby," Robby relented, petting between their ears and taking a seat on their comfy recliner. Best to be slightly horizontal he thought, in case Dennis shifted back during his nap.

Robby reached over to the side table and picked up his reading glasses and book, settling in for a cozy afternoon.

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I hope you enjoyed! I've honestly not edited a tweet like that before so I hope I did an ok job. Also haven't written vampire stuff either, so lots of new experiences with this one 😁. I was a big fan of Gerran's when he was in Young Dracula back in the day though, so as soon as I saw the tweet I couldn't not write something about Vampire!Dennis.

Comments deeply appreciated! 🦇❤️

Original tweet:

[these-old-men-are-getting-to-me]

Vampire!Dennis so used to being able to enthrall his meals with his big wet eyes and malnourished frame that when he bumps into someone as he's prowling, half starved and apparently not paying attention, around a park at 3am hoping to catch a drunk stumbling home. Instead of getting the usual glassy, dazed, and glazed over look the man's eyes sharpen. Dennis is immediately caught off guard and annoyed at himself about it. Annoyed enough to be distracted for just a moment too long.

The vampire, in a bizarre mirror of his usual hunts, suddenly finds himself backed against a tree- his nose full of the scent of desperation -with a wrist being shoved at his mouth.

This is new.

Food normally flees.

Food certainly doesn't try and cram itself onto his fangs and beg him to take it all.

The crying, however, is normal.

So Dennis decides to oblige the man. A meal's a meal, after all, and this one fell right into his lap. Can hardly blame a vamp for turning down easy pickings.

The broad shouldered stranger is still grovelling for death as the vampire breaks from his musing, fangs extending and beginning to ooze venom.

Swatting trembling hands away Dennis flips their positions- himself now stood pressing the man with a death wish against the tree's rough bark -and takes a moment to actually look at the fool so determined to be a predator's meal.

"Make it all go away. I can't bear it anymore. I can't. You have to make it all stop. There's nothing left for me now-" the man is babbling through heaving sobs and Dennis understands the tinge he couldn't quite place in the man's scent. He's seen grief like this before. Well, not quite like this and not in a very long time. But he's seen the lengths people will go to in order to escape the consuming internal abyss left by a loved one's death- he's just never, in all his many years, encountered anyone choosing death by vampire in a park at 3am on a Tuesday.

"-thing left without her. It's all wrong. I can't do this without you." The last said while looking up throught the tree's leafless branches, agonised, to the cloud covered sky.

"Go home." Dennis says firmly, perturbed by the sobs wracking this anguished man's body. "You're no good to me like this. In this state you'd only taste as foul as you smell." Walking away, with his fangs aching in his jaw and ears hyper sensitive in the dark, the vampire hears clearly as what could have been a distinctly bad tasting meal collapses to the floor and curls up in the damp leaf litter where Dennis had stood.

[hearts4cyrus]

I've been reading too many vampire whitaker fics

[deansdeer]

what time should vampire!trinity x reader x vampire!Dennis be set. or should it be multiple and reader is being reincarnated