#vampire!mark

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

👏 I 👏 WANNA 👏 FUCK 👏 VAMPIRE 👏 MARK 👏 IN 👏 A 👏 ABANDONED 👏 HOUSE 👏

Icons of Self Indulgence

Vampire!Mark x Reader - 1081 Words - More Freaky Fics

Notes: I’m not sure if this was actually a request or not but evidently when I saw it I must’ve assumed so because when I got back online post election I had half a fic.

Warnings: references to blood/blood play, biting (of a wrist no neck biting here), reference to scars, references to death, smut (gender inclusive oral).

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“I couldn’t stop them,” you said leaning against a shoddy table before kicking a piece of litter across the room.

Mark stayed silent, watching you whilst draped across a tattered armchair, one of the abandoned house’s remaining pieces of furniture.

You could see a mockery of life playing inside his eyes, and you knew the man you loved could still hear you despite the cold existence he was forced to take on. Your eyes subconsciously traced the jagged scar on his neck, something you could’ve prevented.

You yelled and bruised your knuckles against the table behind you, “I did everything I could,” you spoke in harsh whirlwinds of passion, “I sat every night with you, I made sure no one interfered with your recovery...” Your voice rose and fell with enough human emotion for the both of you.

You shook and gripped the edge of the table violently, unable to look him in the eyes. “I hated them for a very long time,” you confided venom dripping from each word, “there were times where I considered revenge...”

You tossed your head back in a laugh that would’ve scared Mark had he still been human, “but the fuckers were already dead!” In a manic rush you threw your gaze back at him, he had shifted forward his arms and hands folded in his lap yet perched just so you could see the desire and power behind the restraint.

You had been there when he died, you had witnessed the change begin. You knew exactly what he was and you were not afraid.

Mark resisted the urge to interrupt your monologue, your mood swings were the closest thing he’d tasted to humanity in days and it was sweet, savory, and unimaginably satisfying to feed on. The closer he got to you the more he felt the life you gave off- it made his teeth itch.

Mark could feel the anger and pain in your veins from across the room. The spectacular heat was intoxicating. He could feel how badly you wanted retribution against those who you thought deserved it.

You had always been a little bloodthirsty, rage does that to people over time, but this was different- you were different. Your unhinged aggression had brewed into the best discontent.

You had left grief behind at some point and replaced it with the amalgamation of emotions you currently displayed. Mark breathed them all in deeply letting the chaotic feelings entice him until he stood and crossed the room to take your hand in his.

You couldn’t help the shiver that spread across your body as Mark pulled your hand to his lips, his cool touch shocking you as he kissed your knuckles reverently. You stood silently transfixed as he kissed your palm, before dragging his lips up to your wrist and up across the soft flesh of your arm. In a rare moment of tenderness, he pressed a lingering kiss to the skin, and the feeling of him resting there threatened to push you to tears so you closed your eyes.

A hazy cloud swept over you as the soft gesture turned hard enough to draw blood. You melted into the feeling and lost yourself in the euphoria. Your rapid heartbeat slowed and it felt like you had finally been released.

You felt Mark lave his tongue over the bite before dropping your arm back to your side. You swallowed thickly trying to reground yourself in reality before you opened your eyes. A shadow of life settled in over his features and your heart almost stopped. For a blissful moment, he looked resurrected. The slight rush of blood and emotion brought new life into his skin and animation into his expressions.

You froze, unable to comprehend the full wrongness of the facsimile before you- of the dead man with sparks of life dancing in his eyes only to fizzle and fade away. True panic refused to surface and your wanting heart glowed as he wrapped an arm around you.

All you could see was him, no matter what logical fears your mind possessed. By the time you could fully think again, the blood on your arm already dried into lines and even that felt like a distant dream. You trailed a shaky hand across his jaw to cup his face- a faint warmth had returned to him from the blood. It was enough to silence whatever doubts still plagued your subconscious.

“And what of your vengeance?” His voice was almost as you remembered it- just impossibly smooth as if someone was editing the sound in real-time to perfect it into a hypnotic drone.

“Vengeance is cold,” you whispered bitterly as you desperately pulled his face towards yours and pressed your lips against his in a harsh kiss, “I want to be warm.”

Of course, Mark wasn’t exactly warm but kissing him felt like drinking whisky- as if the blood on his lips sent copper flames into your very core. You gripped his shoulders pressing your bodies impossibly close as your kisses grew feverish.

Mark turned to kiss down your jaw and your mind finally bought the lie, and any reservation you held faded away. It was Mark, you could taste him- feel him and you weren’t about to stop or let go now. You lived in that moment until every inch of your skin felt thawed and you couldn’t feel the piercing cold as he methodically undressed you.

The crumbling building around you felt brighter and impossibly warm as you pushed yourself back onto the table. Your hands ached to touch him as he settled between your legs and the next thing you felt was his teeth scraping over your hip and downward, never drawing blood but rather drinking in your wanton desire that was just so painfully human.

The next thing you felt was his mouth between your thighs and couldn’t tell but you were screaming from the feeling. Your head was spinning and everything was a tangled spiral except for him. The world around you reverberated moans and sighs you weren’t registering and you couldn’t think anything beyond what you were feeling.

You were so warm, your taste familiar, and your sounds so strained, it made Mark feel uncomfortably alive. The trail of blood smeared kisses covered your sex and it all seemed too real for actual reality. But it was real. It was you- your blood made him stir into some half-life and he had to know what else you might revive within him.

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Markren) if it brings me to my knees (it's a bad religion)

"Driving you to the hospital after you've been bitten by a vampire hardly counts as a first date." Fool. Of course it does. Mark died on the passenger seat of Renjun's old red Chevy, and the miracle of the bite brought him back. It was like his brain suddenly remembered he had to take History of Economic Thought with Huang Renjun every Thursday, and then Mark came back from the dead for him. No grave could ever hold his body down, not if it's Renjun.

(Or, the unlife and times of Mark Lee, clueless bloodsucker excellency.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21230372

[direocean]

I made an edit... cause why not?

[tyongf-nct]

vampire! mark, what would he be like to his girl who he has very much so considered her his forever mate. he's a few years younger than her but technically has 300 years on he already. wanted to know your vision for this!

hey anon 🥺 so i feel like vampire!mark would be protective af, and it might look kind of funny from an outside perspective because he looks younger than her, but is actually so much older (but defintely doesn’t act it asjrlajsk). out of all the humans that his clan leads around, feeding from whenever they feel hungry, he’d treat her with a certain amount of respect. he knows she’ll keep the secret and won’t beg to be turned, but rather sticks with him because she is secretly in love with him shhh

the other members would know not to mess with her or mark would lose it. he’s a mix of a softie that could kill you and just a plain softie!

[justwritingscibbles]

Feeding Is Natural

Fic Request:  Mama Scribs!!!!!!!! Could I request a small fic where the female reader offers count to feed from her because he was weakened by something? He doesn't want to but he's very hungry

Don’t know who Count Iplier is? He’s my Iplier!Vampire OC. Check him out!

“You were lucky you weren’t burnt to a crisp!” You exclaimed. Concern flushing through you as you hurriedly closed all the windows of the room.  Dawn had come swiftly on Count. Blood was still fresh from his last feeding; but he felt like he hadn’t had a drop for weeks.  The Sun drained it from him. Burning it up inside him until it bubbled and boiled his his veins.  Count had barely made it to your home in time. Crashing through the window in a shower of glass. Jerking you out of sleep as he stumbled into the wall with a heavy thud.  He was so weak, he couldn’t even get up to close the curtains. 

“I..lost track... of time....” Count mumbled through weak lips. He shielded his eyes from the blast of light that came from your lamp. He winced; weakened by the Sun’s touch that even the warmth of your hand felt like a fire against his undead skin.  You heaved him to his feet and half carried him, half helped him over to your bed. Where he collapsed down on the blankets. Leaning against his knees as he barely held himself upright to keep himself from hitting the ground.

“You look horrible.” It probably wasn’t the right thing to say to a Vampire that just came out of the Sunlight.  But Count’s neck was splattered with blood. Both deep crimson from a person, and a dark tar like substance; his blood that came from the wounds caused by the Sun.  Luckily, he had enough strength to heal them over before messing up your bed. But that was all he could do now. Breath heavily and try not to pass out from his version of blood loss. 

“Give me...a moment...” Count huffed. Coughing harshly into the material of his coat. Dark blood stained the clothing and you watched, with growing concern, as Count’s eyes fluttered between open and close.

You pulled back your sweater material, exposing your bare wrist and shoved it under Count Iplier’s nose.  He hissed and recoiled. Almost falling onto his back in the hurry to shove your skin away.  “(Y/N)....don’t....” 

“It’s alright, Count. You’ve fed from me before. Just take a little bit and you can rest here until the Sun goes down.” You moved on the bed so you were sitting directly beside him.  He was in no condition to try and fight you as you pressed your wrist against his lips. He groaned against your arm. And you felt his tongue slither out and brush against your skin. 

Count’s eyes faded into the colour red, and he grasped your hand in his. Holding you still as he opened his jaw and pierced your skin with his fangs.  You grimaced at the harsh sting of his teeth sinking into your veins. You looked away. Trying to distract yourself from the sensation of Count drawing blood from your body.  His arm wrapped around your waist. Keeping you close, and offering you some sort of comfort.  Count understood this was not disgusting or scary for you. But he still very much disliked drinking from you. Especially when he was so weak.

He pulled back with a gurgled hiss. His tongue licked along the wounds his teeth made. Making sure the bleeding has stopped as he used the handkerchief from his pocket to press against your wrist.  It was usually saved for cleaning up his mouth. But you were more important right now. 

“How are you feeling?” Count asked. His voice had a lot more strength in it now he had fed. But with his depleted hunger, came the flood of worry and guilt. He took too much.  That was obvious as you nodded. A sluggish like movement with a sudden glaze passing over your eyes.  He sat up and helped you lay back against the bed. Resting your head against the pillows as he carefully watched your face.  You were coming too. But when your focused on Count, he was relieved, but not surprised, to find you smiling smugly up at him. 

“See. Feeding is natural. You were ok.” You said. Causing Count to huff a gentle laugh. With his worry soothed; Count settled in beside you. Tucking the blanket around you as you rolled onto your side to cuddle into him.  It wasn’t unusual for this to happen between the two of you.  But right now, Count was still too weak to leave. And with the Sun rising even higher, he was stuck here until dusk.  You however, would need a little assistance until you regained your blood levels back. 

“Still, with me being so weak you should have been careful.” Count mumbled. Sighing when you grumbled your argument. Nothing more than a mocking imitation of Count’s worried expression. “You’re such a thorn in my side, darlin’.” 

“But I’m your favourite thorn.” You said with a soft smile. You hugged him with what little strength you had and felt your interrupted sleep begin to creep back. Count hid the smile in your hair as he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. He let himself close his eyes and fall into slumber alongside you.

[crankxplier]

AaaHHHHHH vampire!Mark and human Tyler fighting over angel!Ethan!!!! Like both of them being possessive of eth and eth is just innocent and oblivious to what's going on. Then Amy and kath have to explain to him just how irresistible he is and eth is like "they can share me then!" And BAM BABY OT3

This was so happy and cute but my writer brain got the best of me I’m so sorry-“Baby.”Ethan awoke in the middle of the day, bright sunlight stinging his eyes as he rolled over in bed. “Ethan,” Mark repeated, voice hoarse.The angel rubbed his eyes and looked up to see his boyfriend standing beside his bed, looking as if he’d just finished crying.

“What wrong?” Ethan immediately asked, sitting up straight and scooting over so Mark could sit on the bed. A glance at his alarm clock told him it was noon; Mark had no business being awake this early in the day.

Mark practically collapsed onto the bed, resting his back across Ethan’s lap and obviously fighting back tears. “I had a nightmare,” He said.Ethan frowned as he stroked Mark’s forehead to comfort him. “What was it about?” He asked.

“No, Ethan, that’s not–” Mark’s voice caught, his eyes watering as he got up and instead sat beside Ethan. “I had the nightmare, Eth. The one about Tyler.” And now Mark was biting his lips, fangs hanging out, trying desperately not to break into sobs.

Ethan wanted to cry too, and he probably did. He just wasn’t paying attention in that moment, as he got up and drew the curtains closed. As he lied back down beside his now crying boyfriend and held him tightly, one wing resting on Mark. Ethan let Mark cry, even though it must’ve been a few decades now since they’d done this. Since Ethan held Mark this tight and either of them sobbed this hard.

The last time must’ve been the morning after it happened, actually. Ethan had been lying awake all night in the hotel room next to a sleeping Mark. Since angels didn’t need to sleep, Ethan stayed up all night often. He desperately wished he hadn’t been awake that night at 3am, when his cell phone rang. When he answered it to a crying Amy, when he was told about Tyler’s heart attack and hung up immediately.

He wished he hadn’t been the one to stay up those long hours until Mark awoke, back when Mark slept during the night because he’d grown fond of human habits (largely thanks to Tyler). Ethan wished he hadn’t had to tell Mark because he couldn’t hold it in a second longer. He wished he’d said something better than “He’s gone.”

He wished he hadn’t been forced to see Mark’s face twist into anguish as the vampire realized. He wished he hadn’t seen Mark cry for the first time since that sad movie the three of them watched together. He regretted answering that phone call because it led to him watching as Mark broke down and sobbed violently and threw things and threw the largest fit Ethan had ever seen.

Then, Mark’s grief calmed. Just enough for him to regulate his breathing again and notice the angel who’d been staring at the floor for three hours. Just enough to ask if Ethan was okay, and to feel incredibly guilty for being so selfish. He listened just closely enough to hear Ethan whisper in a broken voice, “I should’ve been there.”

Mark had shoved away his agony for just a moment, saying, “It’s not your fault.”

Ethan looked up with eyes that glowed white in fury, and it hurt Mark to know how mad Ethan was at himself. “You don’t understand,” Ethan’s voice was shaking, “I could’ve done something. If we hadn’t gone on this trip we would’ve been there when it happened. And I would’ve healed him.”

Mark shook his head, gripping Ethan’s shoulders tightly until his eyes stopped glowing white and revealed watery blue ones. “It wasn’t a sickness. Do you hear me? There’s nothing you could’ve done.” Ethan shook his head and shoved Mark off of him, striding across the room. “You don’t know that,” Ethan snapped, “You don’t know he wasn’t sick with something else. I hadn’t thought to check.”

Mark could hear Ethan crying, but he figured their words weren’t helping them feel any better. So Mark took Ethan’s hand and Ethan let Mark bring him to the bed, lied down when Mark said to. Ethan had let Mark climb onto his chest and lie there, both of them holding each other tightly, terrified of losing each other. Occasionally they would start crying together, but it would always subside back into their mournful silence.

That was the last time they’d felt this way. 32 years ago, on the morning after it happened.

[got7-texts]

vampire! mark au where he's scared of confessing his feelings because you're human

There was doubt in Mark’s mind as he decided to confess to you; you were a human and he was a vampire. What if you thought he was a freak? What if you thought he was a monster? You had been his friend for a while, but he had no idea how you would respond to him confessing his love for you. But he had waited long enough, and now you were standing in front of him, eyebrows raised, waiting for him to tell you what he came to tell you.

“Y/N...” he began, stuttering a bit. “I’ve been by myself for over a thousand years, and nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. I love you, Y/N. I always have, and I always will,” he finished, looking at you with bright red eyes. When you hesitated, he immediately began to difuse the situation. “It’s okay if you don’t love me back, I just wanted to tell you that I did and now that you know I -”

You cut him off by placing your lips onto his own and he immediately became quiet. You giggled lightly and took his cold hand into your own warm one. “I love you too, silly. I don’t care whether you’re a vampire or a ghost or even a goblin!” you exclaimed, laughing lightly. “I love you for who you are and for how you make me feel. And nothing can ever change that.” you said, kissing him once more on the lips. 

Give me a pairing, an AU, and I will write a three-sentence paragraph fic~

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Markhyuck) To Bear the Shade

He sees Donghyuck’s hooded gaze in the dingy light of a bathroom as he stumbles against Mark and slurs that 'it doesn’t have to mean anything'. Mark wants it to mean something. He always has.

“Don’t,” Mark whispers, trailing his lips along Donghyuck’s jawline and leaving a smear of blood in their wake, “don’t tell me it doesn’t mean anything.”

Donghyuck’s fingers dig into Mark’s waist. “It’s always meant something.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18106988