#vampire!michael

[inbred-eater]

mature era = vampire!michael

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[crimsonhare99-99]

"Eternal One"

Bad era!Michael x GN Reader. Vampire!Michael x Immortal Reader, fluff, Sub!Michael, praise kink, Mommy kink, Breeding kink (touches) Reader is very old, very tired, but love Michael so much that accepts his tantrums. Smutt (But not so explicit) Foreplay involving blood, MDNI.

N/A: Don't expect anything too graphic, as I like to maintain the fact that Reader is ambiguous in gender, body, and even ethnicity. Part of the reason I wanted to write this is so that people like me, who isn't satisfied with one extreme or the other will feel a connection (with regard to gender and gender identity). I hope you like it! See you~

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Michael strutted around the room. Smiling, waving hands, he looked noticeably happier and consequently, he literally shone with his own light, drawing more people into his inhuman charm. More literal than ever because you think the man is using his hypnosis without realizing it. You sighed as you took another sip of your drink, finding it both amusing and somewhat endearing how happy he was about something you considered so trivial.

"Que feliz se ve. ¿Che que le hiciste allá atrás?"

"Nada que te importe, viejo hijo de puta."

You and Martin both share a laugh. You notice Michael watching you from across the room. He looks at you with that angelic smile. With attentive eyes and a somewhat heavy gaze, he shows you his fangs and how his tongue slowly runs over them. He looks at you... As if he were starving. Really starving, the kind of hunger so typical of a hunter. You shudder, your cheeks warm slightly.

"Mira nomás eso..."

"Cerra el orto, Martin."

When the evening was over, you took your coat and as you placed it over your shoulders, without actually putting it on, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see Michael's bodyguard, Bill greet you and smile at you with familiarly.

"Oh, hey Bill! It's been a while, what do you need?"

"Yes, it's been a while. Mr. Jackson asked me to escort you to the limousine." He said politely, giving a subtle bow, "And I have to make sure you stay there waiting for him."

"Oh my god" You sighed, turned to look at Martin, and leaned down, kissing his cheeks. "Gusto verte Martin. Mantenete sano, me debes todavía una partida de poker"

"Ja! Así será, capitán."

You walked alongside Bill. With his hand on your back, he led you through the crowd, and as you left, he prevented the press waiting outside from taking pictures of you. Luckily, they were more occupied taking photos of Elizabeth Taylor. You entered the limousine and took a seat. Oh, the first thing that greets you is Michael's concentrated scent in that tiny space.

A women's perfume scent, a penetrating, sweet floral fragrance that didn't give you a headache. It was pleasant, Gentle and relaxing, even. Like Michael was to you. You cross your legs, one knee over the other, then you notice that in the seats in front of you there was a black coat.

"..."

You don't know why. But you approach, take that coat, hug it, and bury your nose in it. It smells so good, a sweet, floral scent, combined with her shampoo. Close your eyes, hugging the fabric It was like holding him in your arms, feeling him... Yours. Yours for a moment.

"Odio quererte tanto..." you whispered softly, still clutching that coat.

"Babydoll~"

Your body tensed up and for a second you wished it was just your imagination playing tricks on you, but that thought died when you heard the limo's engine start. Large hands, pulling at the fabric of your coat to drag you to his side. You dare to look at his face, oh, it became difficult to breathe. His eyes were clouded with a light reddish hue seeping into those beautiful brown irises. His cheeks were flushed, his mouth slightly open, revealing his sharp fangs. He seemed needy, pulling at that jacket, wanting you to come closer.

"Do you know what you do to me when you something like this? Hugging my coat as if it were me? You have me within arm's reach and you don't come any closer... How cruel, so cruel, baby."

"You're impossible," you whisper as you let go of the coat, extending your hands to take his cheeks and smiling at him. "I'm also within arm's reach." You calmly stated, "Come closer. And make me yours."

"Ah... I've dreamt of those words for so long."

And he joined his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. It was a voracious, hungry, and sloppy kiss. His tongue ventured deep into yours, licking, massaging; he couldn't contain his instinct to bite your lower lip. Biting and sinking his fangs in, warm blood spills. Your mouth now tastes of rust, as he savors every bit. Drinking from your mouth and lips as if you were water on a hot day.

He buries himself between your legs, chest to chest, his hands desperately exploring your body. He finds the zipper of her dress and slowly lowers it. It separated from your lips, threads of saliva and blood linking both mouths. Threads of wine-red blood slide down, from your chin and along your neck. He had blood on his lips, which he slowly licked with his tongue. He moved down your neck, kissing and licking. His hips moved involuntarily, rubbing against your pelvis.

"Mama, Your blood tastes so good... It's so sweet, so intoxicating. I always want more."

"You can take every drop of my blood if you want. You're the only one I'd let use every part of my body. I adore you~"

"Darling..."

"Ja... Realmente te gusta que te hable bonito, verdad? Angel face~ " You whisper in his ear, hugging his neck tighter and running your hands down his broad back. "You are so beautiful, so adorable... I love your smile so much, the way you talk to me and look at me with affection. I'm so lucky to be in your arms, to have you so close. So, so beautiful... ~ that I could see you forever."

"Babydoll... Please, please..." His voice came out in a broken sob, his hips moving, desperate for more contact. You feel him breathing rapidly, his hands slipping between your legs. He open your legs, making more space, his right hand caresses the inside of your thigh. His mouth finds occupancy at your neck. Lick, kiss, bite, tempting fate by biting you again. "Please... More, more..."

"You love it when I remind you how beautiful you are, don't you?~" You laugh under your breath, closing your eyes and enjoying the closeness of his body, as he desperately rubs the bulge that formed in his crotch against your own center. You sighed and let out low moans in his ear "Angel face, you're doing so well. You make me feel so good. You're wonderful, so good for me~ just for me."

A moan vibrates against the skin of your neck. By this point, the only thing preventing Michael from entering you was your underwear. And it wouldn't be a barrier that would last forever; Michael was desperate. He pulled your dress down, exposing your chest, kissing your neck, tracing a path of kisses across your bare chest. The loose fabric of the dress bothered him, and in a fit of passion, he tore it, leaving you more exposed to him. And although you wanted it to go further , you felt a little sorry for Bill. The man was surely listening to everything. Not that you were being loud, no. You maintained an admirable calm.

It was Michael. It was loud, boisterous, soft moans, high-pitched moans, loud sighs, and pleas. So when you had the chance, you pushed Michael away and straddled his lap, cupping his face in your hands. You put a finger to his lips and smile at him.

"This dress wasn't cheap, you know?" you say, though not in a scolding tone. "Besides that, don't you have any consideration for poor Bill? You're noisy, sweetie."

"But i need you, i don't care who is hearing... I want you-"

"You're such a spoiled brat, angel face..." You put a hand over his mouth, pressing hard so he can't answer. "But he'll be nice, okay? I understand you need me. So, while we're on our way to the hotel..." Oh, something mischievous seeps into your eyes. "I'll make you feel good, my precious star~"

"!?"

You move your free hand to his crotch, caressing the hardened bulge through the fabric. You feel the first moan against your palm; barely a touch was enough to make him tremble. You lower the zipper, releasing its length. It rose up in the firm boxer shorts, with a dampness at the tip that became more and more noticeable. Your hand encircles his entire member and begins to squeeze, moving up and down in a rhythm that starts at a certain pace. Slowly, steadily, your fingers move up and down, feeling the pulse of her veins. You tilt your head, resting it on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

"You tremble like a leaf, sweetheart." You murmur as you gradually increase the pace, Michael moaned against your hand, sighed, sobbed, even with tears running down his cheeks. Tears mingled with his mascara, his gaze distant, staring upwards. He so desperately wanted to moan as loudly as her throat would allow. But your hand drowned out all sound.

And you were about to make it worse for him.

"You look so beautiful right now..." Your voice was so close to his ear "My angel face... You look so precious completely broken and shaking. Seeing you so vulnerable is a delight, you know?" You give him a soft kiss to his neck, then another, and another. You move up to his ear, kissing the inside of it.

"Keep going, you're doing so well, come in my hand. You're such a good boy~ such a wonderful, gentle boy, oh, you don't know how much I love you."

"Ammm" His hands go to your back, they grip it. His nails dig into your skin, slowly scratching down. He throws his head back, his whole body seems to convulse with pleasure as you continue to whisper words as sweet as honey.

"I know, I know... It feels good, just let it be. It's okay, I've got you. I've got you Bambi"

"Mommy...!" You blink, was that...? Even with his mouth covered, some words can still be understood. "Mama... Mommy please...!"

"Shh... Let it out, it's okay. Estás bien, amor."

Maybe it was the way you spoke. Or how you switched to Spanish so suddenly, but something made Michael arch his back. He will let out a cry muffled alongside a long, sharp moan as it reaches its climax in your hand. You continue massaging that area, noticing how it kept pumping, discharge after discharge.

"It's too much... Too much, I can't... I can't hold it." He finally says it when you uncover his mouth. Michael seemed so out of it, breathing rapidly and still feeling the aftereffects of his orgasm.

"Don't worry, angel face. You did very well, okay? My beautiful star."

When Michael's body finally calmed, he clung to you. Burying his face in your neck, he instinctively bit. His fangs dig into your skin, the warm sensation of blood running down your side and back makes you shudder. You concentrate on cleaning yourself, using some wet wipes you had on hand. Cleaning your hands, your legs and part of the seat. You feel Michael drinking your blood with marked anxiety, his hands clutching your back.

"You're very thirsty, aren't you? That's fine, it's only fair that you have some of mine."

More than thirst, it was a need beyond his understanding. Something told him that he needed your blood for more than just food or survival. As if he were claiming something that was solely his. The limousine stopped, you became alert. You heard some tapping on the window.

"We're here. Come out looking decent, there are some paparazzi outside."

"Grrmmmm..." Michael growled. Something that surprises you, since you feel that growl against your skin. He reluctantly pulls away from your neck, wiping it with the back of his hand with a angry grimace look in his face "That plague can't give me a single moment of peace."

"You say that as if your clothes were torn, Bambi."

"...M'sorry mama" He whispered, his grimace softening so much when he saw you. Like a scolded puppy.

"it's okay, silly." You carefully climb down from her lap. You take the coat from before, leaving the torn dress on the car floor. The coat is large enough to cover you. "I'll be a little cold, but it'll do until we go to the room."

Michael had to look away. Knowing that one of his garments was the only thing covering your nakedness drove him a little crazy. He took a breath, zipping up his fly. Even with his manhood slightly awake again.

"Shall we go, angel face?"

"Yes," Michael took a deep breath, calming himself. "I'm still not satisfied, you know that, right?"

"I expected nothing less from you, my dear. "

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The night was a blur for you. When the hotel door finally closed behind you, Michael pounced on you, and well, everything gets a little confusing. You felt it between your legs, thrusting and pushing deep inside you. His orgasm pumping inside you again and again. Feeling his warmth, his seed melting into your body. Everything was blurry, but you clearly remember his words. Barely distinguishable amidst his own moans.

"Have my babies. Have my children... Let me impregnate you again and again~ Nothing would make me happier. "

You sighed. Your heart leaps at the mere memory. Now you find yourself sitting in a chair near the balcony, the curtains closed.Outside there was a crowd of fans shouting for him, waiting for him to come out and greet them. You looked over your shoulder; Michael was asleep face down, lying with his legs bent and his arms hugging a pillow.

He was sleeping like a baby. You smiled to yourself; he looked so cute. You got up, wearing only the top part of the pajamas they gave you at the hotel. You go into the bathroom and look at your reflection; you have bite marks on your neck, on your shoulder, in the middle of your chest. Even one on the inner part of your thighs. You look even paler, surely, if you were a normal person you would be without a drop of blood.

"...But I'm not normal. Not for very long time." you said to yourself, caressing those wounds that were already healing. You took a hot bath and washed your hair. You left the bathroom wearing the same shirt because you didn't have any other clothes. You had to call Bill on the phone and shyly ask him to bring you something to wear; you hated having to ask for favors. But you couldn't go out naked.

"Hmm..." Michael hugs himself tighter, shifting uncomfortably. "...It b-burns...Am-"

"Oh shit—" You notice a ray of light reflecting off Michael, and you run, closing the curtain tightly. Preventing him from getting hurt further, but making your silhouette visible to the enraged crowd below.

You move away from the window, hoping it doesn't become a bigger problem. You hear Michael shifting uncomfortably in the sheets; he opens his eyes slightly and looks at you, very sleepy.

"Babydoll..." He yawns softly. "Come here... let me hold you..."

"Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming. Spoiled brat~"

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Thank you so much for reading. Oh, and by the way, thanks for all the likes and for reading. I appreciate it! Oh, and if you'd like to send me any questions or anything, you can do so anytime! Have a good day~

[femalekanye]

[pain-is-too-tired]

Other Vampire au art i forgot to post!!!

Jake winced, he hated seeing him like that. He was just about to pull away to try discuss what else to do with the others when Michael moved away from his covers. He immediately grabbed Jake's offered arm before sinking his fangs into his wrist. A jolt went through Jake as he felt the fangs sink in. It was a piercing pain at first, but it soon faded to a simple ache as a warm feeling went through Jake. His mind went fuzzy, he wasn't expecting Michael to rush him like that. "Micha-" "He's fine-" Jake told Will, he could oddly enough feel himself relax. Despite the situation he felt… safe. Especially when Michael curled one of his wings around Jake. The other looked hardly there though, his usually twilight lit brown eyes looked shallow.

[7-wonders]

Interview With the Vampire (Vampire!Michael Langdon)

Summary: Well, if you have no choice but to be in close contact with a vampire, you're going to ask him everything you've ever wanted to know about such creatures.

Word Count: 1652

Just a short lil thing establishing some more world-building and sexual tension between Michael and reader! Find all of my previous vampire!Michael writings here.

“I’ve been doing some research, and I have a couple of questions,” you tell Michael, who looks up at you from the book that he’s reading and cocks an eyebrow curiously.

“I get the distinct impression that I should be worried.”

In the two days that you’ve spent with Michael since the then-unknown blood bond had forced you to spend time with him, you’ve found that he’s not nearly as pompous as he’s seemed in your other interactions with him. Sure, he still has the haughty energy that comes with believing vampires (specifically he, the first vampire) are superior to humans, and he continues to talk and act as though he’s been alive for centuries–which makes sense, considering that he has, actually, been alive for centuries. But, having no choice but to be in close contact with him, you begin to learn the man behind the monster, for lack of a better term.

Michael’s funny, in an odd way, like he doesn’t really know that he’s said something funny until after you’ve let out a surprised laugh. He’s attuned to everything around him, letting nothing slip by. Including your emotional wellbeing, frustratingly enough. Part of you thinks that this is just because of the blood bond that you’re stuck with for a couple more weeks.

He’s always up for a debate or a conversation about anything: art, music, philosophy, literature. He even puts up with your attempts to try and bring him up to speed on the 21st century, though you think you lost him when you tried to go over the earth shattering event known as One Direction breaking up.

Dare you say it? You’ve…enjoyed spending time with Michael Langdon, Antichrist, vampire extraordinaire, and, technically, your boss. You want to say that it’s the blood bond that’s making him so tolerable, but you also know the type of people that you like to spend time with, and you know that you and Michael would get along extremely well were you not in the current situation.

“You can’t blame me for being curious!” you exclaim. “After all, I’ve never met a vampire before.”

“Ah, I should have known.” Grabbing a bookmark (because of course he would never dare to bend the corner of a page to mark his place), he closes the book and places it next to him. “So? Ask away.”

You pull up the notes app on your phone. “Okay, so–”

“You have a list of questions?” Michael interrupts.

“I said you can’t blame me!” you snap. “Anyways, my first question: garlic?”

His lips twitch. “Is that your question? ‘Garlic?’”

“Yes. Does it affect you, how does it affect you, will it kill you, et cetera.”

“It is not very pleasant, but it is not fatal. I would liken it to an allergic reaction.”

You nod, satisfied with his answer. “Do you sleep?”

This time, he can’t help but laugh. “Where did you come up with such ludicrous questions? Some teen supernatural romance novel?”

You avert your eyes, the shame of him being spot on too much to bear when it comes to looking at him. Mentally, you make a note: Twilight does not get anything correct about vampire lore.

“But yes, I do sleep, and it does not have to be during the day, nor do I rest in a coffin. A room with blackout curtains suffices.” Michael pulls you to him with ease, and your heart flutters at the contact. Having a very attractive man constantly touching you has definitely not been one of the cons of the blood bond. “You need not be ashamed, Y/N. I assume these are perfectly natural questions that every human would have if they were to meet a vampire.”

“So you’re still okay with me asking about vampires?”

Michael nods. “Continue.”

You decide that you might as well go big or go home. “What are a vampire’s weaknesses?”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Laughing, you lean your head against Michael’s shoulder before remembering whose shoulder it is. You hesitate, but decide to stay there. It’s not as if Michael seems to mind. “I highly doubt I could kill you even if I had an arsenal at my disposal. Still, I’m curious. Silver? Sunlight? Stake to the heart?”

“A stake to the heart would kill anyone, human or supernatural.”

“Touché.”

“Silver weakens us, as well as a certain plant that I will not give you the name of at this point in time.”

Indignation fills your chest. “Why not?”

He grins, and you think you see a flash of fangs. “I am not quite sure if you can be fully trusted yet.”

“You can feel my emotions right now! You’d know if I had murderous intentions.”

Michael shrugs. “Time will tell. Sunlight is actually far more harmful.”

“It is?”

“With modern technology, it has become easier to be safely outside during the day. If I were to get caught outside without any protection, I would begin to burn. After a minute of excruciating agony, I would finally burst into flames.”

“Have you…ever been caught in the sun?” you whisper. Now, it’s Michael’s turn to avert his eyes.

“A few times. Only once did I come close to death, though.”

That sounds like such a disturbing way to die, and you feel bad for any vampire that has ever experienced that death. “I’m so sorry, that sounds terrible.”

He waves his hand, as if it was just a minor inconvenience and not a near-death experience. “When one has been around for as long as myself, there are bound to be a few…tragic mishaps. Are you finished with your questions?”

“Um…” you glance down at your phone, deciding to do this rapid-fire style. “Can you see yourself in a mirror?”

“Yes, now that mirrors are not backed with silver.”

“Do you have a shadow?”

“I am undead, not a ghost.”

“Do crucifixes and holy water repel you?”

“Yes, but that is due to my being the Antichrist. Vampires are not affected by such things.”

“I know that you have mind control powers and super strength, but do you have super speed too?” At what feels like the speed of light, Michael moves from his spot next to you to the chair at the other side of the room. You laugh in disbelief, and Michael smirks before elegantly crossing one leg over the other.

“Is your next question going to be if I can turn into a bat? Because the answer to that is no.”

You meet his eyes. Go big or go home, you suppose, and make the decision to ask the question that’s been present on your mind since you first confronted Michael about what he was. “Do you still want to kill me?” you whisper.

He breathes deeply, and you can feel the way that the air around you changes, becoming more alive with electricity coming from both nowhere and everywhere. “No, I do not want to kill you. Your blood is far too delicious to savor only once, and I would miss your acquaintance were I to kill you. However, there are times where I am tempted to keep you as my own personal blood bank.”

That absolutely, 100% should not be erotic. Yet you can’t deny that it absolutely, 100% is. Your pulse thrums under your skin, and Michael’s smirk widens to a grin as he tilts his head in a predator-like manner. Again, he moves too fast for you to comprehend until you’re lying on your back and Michael’s hovering above you with his fangs bared.

“Does the thought of that excite you, little one?” He drags his fangs down the exposed skin of your neck, and you gasp as he leaves goosebumps in his wake. “Mmm, it does. I can smell it.”

You’re acutely aware of the fact that he could quite easily tear open your throat and drain you of your blood right here. Instead of that, however, he lays a gentle kiss on your neck before pulling away.

“Not now,” Michael says, more to himself than to you. “You shall be the one to come to me, and of your own free will. Until then, I will leave you be.”

You look at him in indignation. “Wha–seriously?”

“I am nothing if not a gentleman, Y/N, and I must apologize for losing myself for a moment. As I said, nothing will happen between us until after the blood bond breaks. You are far too vulnerable right now, and I will not take advantage of you in such a way.”

If you weren’t insanely riled up at this moment, you would be flattered that Michael is a man of honor who refuses to let outside forces sway your feelings. As it stands, though, you’re more upset than flattered. “Fine,” you grumble. “Will you at least read to me and stroke my hair?” The neediness of the bond has made you a lot more vocal about what you want. If you have to be touched, you’re going to enjoy it.

Michael smiles. “Yes, I can do that. Do you have a particular book in mind?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think. “Dracula, The Vampire Diaries, Twilight, Carmilla–”

“Funny,” he deadpans. Grabbing the book he had previously been reading, The Haunting of Hill House, he settles next to you and gestures for you to get comfortable. Having lost all shame around him, you eagerly lay your head on his lap and look up at him as he opens the book. Your eyes flutter as Michael’s long fingers card through your hair, and once he’s assured that you’re comfortable, he begins to read in his lilting voice. “‘It was a house without kindness, never meant to be lived in, not a fit place for people or for love or for hope. Exorcism cannot alter the countenance of a house; Hill House would stay as it was until it was destroyed…’”

[mollydoesstuff]

Was thinking about vampires and Michael myers and decided to combine the two

Tiny bat Michael

[wiiildflowerrr]

@Michael5SOS: I look like a vampire #whysoserious #stop #youlookstupid

17 May 2014

[taehyungsgrowl]

vampire!michael would treat me right >:(