#vampire dick

[kallisfa]

He was meant to be scary, but somehow he turned out adorable 😭

[paradisicalhellscape]

Okay but can we talk about vampire dick? Bc if there's no heart beat, there's no circulation, which means potential for erectily disfunctional vampires who still feel it but oh boy it's soft and malleable and there are so many ways to feel good that don't necessitate a boner 😌😏😌😏😌😏

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Burlesque, Vampire Dick Grayson, Vampire Jason Todd, Burlesque Dancer Tim Drake, Kind of dark, Dom Dick Grayson, Sub Tim Drake, Mild BDSM, Orgasmic vampire bites, Dark-ish, Homophobic Language Summary:

When Tim goes AWOL on a secret undercover op, Dick and Jason follow his trail to the Gotham Rose, an exclusive vampire club in the heart of Gotham's red light district. After Tim gives an enchanting performance as the dancer 'Nocturne', he confronts a spectre from his past. Dick and Jason help him cope with the aftermath.

Highlights: Tim in pretty lingerie, Jason in formal wear, Dick Grayson being very gentle and also very much not.

[hood-ex]

Had an image of a wolf pop up in my mind and then my brain was like so anyway vampire Dick comes across a young werewolf Jason. Jason's trying to get back home to his mom so he can give her the medicine she needs, but with the full moon only a few days away, he's nervous to travel, fearful of hunters finding him.

Dick offers to travel with him, to help Jason steer clear of hunters by traveling off the beaten path at night. However, hunters are only one problem they must worry about along their trek, and even though Dick has been alive long enough to know about the creatures that go bump in the night, he's tested by their trickery.

With the eyes of the forest on them, and with the full moon looming ahead of them, Dick and Jason embark on an adventure more treacherous than either could have imagined.

[kallisfa]

I read DC vs. Vampires again. I can't let go of this vampire! Dick…

P.S. It's been so long since I've drawn without a line

[hood-ex]

Vampire dick confronted with a werewolf pup that clearly needs comfort trying to act more wolfy and failing in the best ways possible

For example, dick trying to make a grumbling noise he knows means “you’re safe with me” but accidentally communicating “I’ll kill everyone if they so much as glance at you” which Jason admittedly finds very comforting indeed

Or dick trying to avoid any vampire behaviorisms that could come off as threatening but actually coming off as really fucking weird and eccentric to werewolf Jason

See I'd go with the more traditional werewolf for Jason rather than giving him wolf-like mannerisms, but I do think it would be funny if Dick acquired a pair of gloves because Jason once complained that Dick's hands felt like two icicles shoved in a snowbank.

[deepwithintheabyss]

“You can scream if you need to.” for… hmmm… Tim/Any

:))) Link to the story on AO3

This uhhh DickTim piece turned out like double the length of what I initial assumed with a word count of 1218

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“It’s okay to be scared Tim” he whispers, as he caresses one soft cheek, relishing in the touch of warm skin on his, the way his angry rosy flush contrasts so nicely with Dick’s pale hand. He skillfully ignores the glare being sent his way, as Tim tries to twist away from his cold touch and the eye-contact he’s forcing onto him. “But please don’t fight me on this, I only want what’s best for you”

“If you truly wanted what’s best for me, you wouldn’t have done this” Tim hisses back.

Dick can hear the fine tremors in Tim’s voice that he’s trying to hide, the way he’s so clearly close to a breakdown and holding back tears. Clinging to his iron control with the tips of his fingers.

“You don’t understand” he croons, tilting Tim’s chin further up. Dick casually dismisses his hands that are trying to claw at him, trying to push him off and away. “It had to be done, the others wouldn’t have gotten it, but you?” He can hear the awe and reverence in his own voice, as he breathes the last words out.

He leans in even closer practically exhaling the next words onto Tim’s lips as he stares deep into his eyes, trying to will him into getting it “I know I can trust you, out of anyone from this cursed joke of a family, you’re the only one I can always count on to have my back. To be there for me when I need you the most.” He can see the conflict visible in Tim’s eyes. He’s trying to hide it behind his mask, but Dick knows him. Knows that his words are getting to him and touching that deep, vulnerable part of his heart he tries to keep hidden and safe. “There’s no one else I’d trust more.” he whispers softly

He watches Tim’s mask fracture and gets a glimpse of the raw emotions behind it, how Dick’s words have hit him deeply, before iron doors slam closed and steel his face once again.

Tim was too good at this to be easily swayed by simple words, even if Dick had meant every one of them and poured everything he felt into it. That was fine, he had expected nothing less.

Tim was always so well guarded, able to compartmentalize his experiences and neatly go through them when he had the time. (Of course it wasn’t without fault, if things got messed up, or he didn’t have time to go through it, it could hit him all at once). Out of everyone in the family he had been the closest to Bruce in that regard, but despite their similarities, the two tended to be nothing alike. Tim was his own person, not chained by the legacy Bruce had built. Which was one of the many reasons why Dick admired on him so much.

He could see the need on Tim’s face to take a jab at him, could read it in the tension of his body, to point out how he hadn’t been there for Dick when he needed him the most as Batman, to distract from his own brief lapse in control by bringing up those memories. Trying to deny what Dick said by pointing out his failure.

(Nevermind that Dick failed him too, that Dick didn’t catch Tim when he needed it the most. It didn’t make it okay, didn’t make it even. But it didn’t make his words weigh any less).

Instead of doing any of that, Tim mutters something else, “If you truly trusted me that much,” he looks aside, shifting the tiniest bit in place “why did you wait with this? Why didn’t come to me sooner? Why did you do all this,” he gestures weakly around them, “before you talked to me?”

“I couldn’t put that burden on you Tim, you’ve always been the more soft one between the two of us. More willing to forgive and forget than me, offering so many people second and third chances without scorning them. You would have tried to convince Bruce to see our side. I couldn’t risk that. I couldn’t risk loosing you.”

Tim shakes his head “And what about Jason?” he questions “You don’t seem too terrible sorry that you lost one brother already by trying to turn him.”

“A brief attempt at getting more than one brother and a distraction from the illusion on you. I’m not sorry that it didn’t work, it would have been hard to keep him on a leash. It was his choice to die human, or as human as was left, but I won’t give you the same freedom. I’m not going to lose you, not again, never again.”

Tim attempts to draw back, and this time Dick lets him take a step back. He watches as Tim distances himself, a frown on his face, his shoulders hunched as if he’s expecting attack or trying to hide away from something.

“I can’t join you, not willingly, I’d betray everything I ever stood for” Dick takes a couple of steps closer again, mind already running on what to say, how to explore the weakness that Tim just offered when he continues. “Even if I wanted to trust you, you aren’t the brother I once knew. Not anymore.”

He doesn’t see the stab come until it’s almost too late, too convinced that Tim wouldn’t try to go after his family. That he’d be trying to reason with Dick and give him a second chance, just like Dick had been spouting about. But maybe seeing his father die was too much for him, and it broke something. But that’s okay, it just means Dick can build him up again, this time like he wants it to. Without the interference of anyone else trying to twist Tim into something for their own gain, with little regard of what will be good for him.

“Fine!” He snaps, baring his fangs, “have it your way. If you don’t want to understand, I’m just going to have to make you.” It morphs into a smirk as he watches Tim take an instinctual step back at the display of his fangs, and the reminder of Dick’s inhumanity. “If you don’t want to join me willingly I’ll have to force it, I didn’t want it to come to this, but I will do what I have too to ensure your safe.” He lunges for Tim.

Tim still attempts to lash out at him again, trying to futilely to fight back, even when he knows he has lost already. His attempts at resistance were nothing compared to Dick’s new superhuman abilities and just like he had told him before, if Dick had wanted any of them dead already they would have been so. Crossing the short distance in a fraction of a second he grabs Tim by the neck, twists his head to the side and bares his throat.

Dick leans in and graces his fangs feather-lightly over the soft skin there, almost feeling the jackhammer pulse against his teeth. Before whispering, “Don’t worry, you can scream if you need to.”

He watches the last of the fight drain out of Tim, accepting what is to come, accepting Dick and trusting him, seconds before he bites.

[boldlyanxious]

In love with me still

Mgi civil war 3: dance with the devil

Part of kissy kisses

Teen plus rating with vampire

“Ladybug, how delectable of you to join me,” Nightwing said.

“I was under the impression that I didn’t have a choice,” she responded.

She threw down the bag she had brought with her so it was in his reach and then looked around the rooftop. It reminded her of the rooftop that Chat Noir had set up for her when she was teens. He never found out that she had been there as Marinette and that was why Ladybug hadn’t shown up. But it seemed like he may have told Nightwing at some point for it to be replicated so perfectly. Even that had been long ago, back when they were a team.

“You loved me once. Who is to say you could not love me again?”

He motioned for her to sit in the chair he was holding out at the table.

“Does it matter what I say?” she asked as she sat down. “Do you even listen to anyone but yourself these days?”

He scooted the chair in for her then leaned next to her ear.

“Everything you say matters to me. Even when you only say it to hurt me.”

He busied himself with pulling out the food that had been prepared. She wondered why he thought she could trust anything he offered to her. It was all her favorites so he clearly remembered time from before but the way he watched her was still predatory. He waited for her to make a move with a glint in his eyes.

“This all appears to be lovely, but I am only interested in completing our bargain.”

She stood and reached for the bag she had brought that he still had not taken. When she turned back up, he was right behind her. She lifted the bag up so he could take it and leave but he put his hands on her hips instead.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get out of spending any time with me at all.”

She closed her eyes as he brushed his fingers against her hip bone.

“I suppose it’s a good thing you know better then.”

“Mhmm,” he buried his face in her hair, “why don’t you remind me how much you like spending time with me. Dance with me.”

She stepped forward out of his reach.

“I know what you are now. Do you really expect me to dance with the devil?”

He took her hand and spun her around. She caught herself on his chest.

“I think you are still in love with me.”

She moved with him when he started dancing. She couldn’t really argue with that. She had fallen for him hard and when he disappeared she thought he had died. He had died and he was something else now. But here now with him, she could tell that, those feelings she had been ignoring were definitely not gone.

He stopped suddenly and she bumped against him. As gently as he had the first time he tried to kiss her years ago, he used his hand to turn her face towards him.

“Tell me you aren’t in love with me, Marinette.”

She turned her eyes away from his but she didn’t dispute the claim. He leaned down and kissed her. It felt exactly as it had the first time they kissed, fresh from a victory in the field he had followed her to her room. He hadn’t felt any embarrassment then and he didn’t seem to now. She reacted the same. She pushed back against him and returned the kiss. His hand was back on her hip and his thumb was pressing against the bone. She was leading the kiss now. Pushing herself onto her toes she held his face with both of her hands and kissed him as desperately as she had longed to do since he first disappeared.

He broke away from her mouth and moved to her jaw. She turned her head as she ran her hands against his chest. When he moved down to her neck she dug into him. The only thing she could think about was how his mouth felt as it moved down to her collar bone. He licked and sucked down one side and gently nipped at her neck before he moved to the other side. She could tell he would leave a bruise when he latched on to one spot and didn’t let go. Rather than telling him to stop, she moaned at the feeling and whimpered when he pulled away.

"Tell me you still love me."

"I never stopped loving you," she said. "I thought you died and that I would never love again."

He kissed her on the mouth again and she clung to him, pretending that nothing had changed. He moved forward until her back was against the wall of the bulkhead without breaking the kiss. He continued on until she had to break away to catch her breath. She closed her eyes and continued breathing hard as he moved back to the spot on her throat that she was sure had a bright bruise already forming.

“Show yourself to me,” he said, his voice husky.

She pushed on his shoulders, confused.

“What?” she asked.

She saw his eyes and then she knew what was about to happen. She didn’t turn her head fast enough and he held her there.

“Say the words, Ladybug,” he commanded.

She clamped her jaw shut and closed her eyes but it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t fight the feeling in her throat and she heard her voice give the command to drop her transformation. She dropped from the wall and he pulled her back against his chest. He felt so much closer without her transformation.

He kissed her neck again and whispered “I still love you too,” Before she felt his fangs press into her neck. She only maintained her struggle for a moment but then as she started feeling dizzy she realized that this was really what she wanted.