Yandere!Dragon treats you like the crown jewel of his entire existence. Dragons are biologically driven to hoard precious, beautiful things, and the second he laid eyes on you, his instinct labeled you as his permanent property. He doesn't care about gold, gems, or ancient artifacts; your cold skin, your elegant fangs, and your immortal grace are the only treasures he cares about protecting.
Yandere!Dragon is obsessed with your cold temperature. Because his own body naturally runs incredibly hot, his blood practically boiling with draconic fire, he treats you like his personal cooling system. He loves pulling you into his lap and wrapping his massive, leather-scaled wings completely around you, effectively trapping you against his chest. He’ll sigh happily as your icy, vampire energy balances out his heat, completely ignoring the fact that you literally cannot move until he lets you go.
Yandere!Dragon handles your nocturnal lifestyle by creating the ultimate, sun-blocked sanctuary. He knows the sun is your literal kryptonite, so he took over a massive, deep cavern complex or a heavily fortified, windowless estate and turned it into a luxury "nest." He’s lined the floors with the softest furs, silks, and velvet blankets, making sure you have absolutely no reason to ever leave the dark safety of his territory.
Yandere!Dragon has a terrifyingly possessive attitude toward your feeding habits. He flat-out refuses to let you hunt or feed on random humans. Instead, he insists that you take your blood directly from him. Because dragons possess incredible vitality and hyper-accelerated healing, you can feed on him heavily without ever putting his life in danger. He gets a dark, intoxicating rush whenever your fangs pierce his scales, whispering about how your immortality is literally being sustained by his fire.
Yandere!Dragon goes into a state of pure, destructive rage if anyone else gets too close to you. If a werewolf, a human hunter, or even another vampire looks at you for too long, his draconic eyes will slit, and smoke will literally start curling from his nostrils. He doesn't just scare threats away; he obliterates them. He’ll remind you with a low, rumbling growl that he can burn down entire kingdoms if they try to take you from him.
Yandere!Dragon weaponizes your natural vampire weaknesses to keep you dependent on him. He knows you can't cross running water easily or handle bright sunlight, so he purposefully picked a territory surrounded by roaring rivers and harsh day-lit valleys. He will happily carry you across any obstacle in his dragon form, but he makes it very clear that without his wings to shield you and his strength to move you, you are completely stranded.
Yandere!Dragon views your immortality as a divine sign that you were made for each other. Dragons live for millennia, and the fact that you won't age or die of sickness means he never has to worry about losing his hoard to time. He’ll hold you tight in the dark of his nest, his heavy tail resting across your waist like a seatbelt, completely satisfied knowing that for the next thousand years, you belong entirely to him.
Yandere!Dragon is actually just the latest in a long, ridiculous line of dragons who completely lost their minds over vampires. It’s a massive running joke in his family. His grandfather married a noble vampire countess, his father married a rogue vampire assassin, and his older brother’s nest is already packed with black velvet coffin-beds. When he first brought you home, the men in his family didn't even look surprised; they just sighed, handed him the "welcome to the coven" handbook, and said, "Yep, the family curse strikes again."
Yandere!Dragon gets aggressively roasted at family gatherings because his yandere behavior is so incredibly predictable to them. While he’s sitting there glaring at the servants, wrapping his wings tightly around you, and lowkey snarling if anyone looks your way, his dad is just drinking wine and laughing. "Look at him, he’s doing the exact same brooding thing I did when I met your mother. let the poor kid breathe, son, they aren't going to evaporate."
Yandere!Dragon hates how comfortable you get around his family’s vampire in-laws. Because his brother’s and father’s wives are also vampires, your arrival basically sparked an immediate, exclusive group chat. They understand exactly what it’s like to be hoarded by hyper-possessive, fire-breathing lizards. If you ever complain about how suffocating his nest is, your new sister-in-law will just pat your hand and say, "Oh, honey, just freeze his tail when he sleeps, he’ll loosen his grip instantly."
The family dynamic makes his possessiveness ten times funnier but no less intense. When you guys visit the family estate, the architecture is already fully optimized for you. There are massive sun-blocking curtains everywhere, subterranean tunnels, and zero silver decor. Your dragon gets incredibly frustrated because he can’t use the "the outside world is too dangerous for a fragile vampire" excuse when his mom is literally outside in a giant sun-hat, casually tending to her night-blooming gardens.
Yandere!Dragon tries so hard to prove that his bond with his vampire is the most superior one in the family tree. During family dinners, he’ll loudly brag about how your fangs are sharper, or how your icy skin feels the best against his fire scales. His older brother will literally roll his eyes and start a bidding war over whose vampire partner has the higher body count from their days of human hunting. It’s just a room full of terrifying, ancient dragons aggressively flexing how much they spoil their respective bloodsuckers.
Yandere!Dragon gets highly defensive when his father tries to give him advice on "dietary maintenance." Since dragon blood is the standard food source in their household, his dad will criticize his healing speed. "You're looking a little pale, son, are you letting them feed properly? Back in my day, I could let your mother drain me twice a week and still burn down a village the next morning." It drives your partner insane because he wants his relationship with you to be private, but his entire bloodline is treating it like a team sport.
At the end of the night, when you two finally escape back to his personal nest, his possessive facade comes right back. He’ll lock the massive stone doors, pull you into his lap, and bury his face in your neck, letting out a low, rumbling pout. "Don't listen to my brother. and don't listen to his wife. You're my hoard, not theirs. I don't care if 'everyone' marries a vampire, you're the only one that matters to me."
CONTAINS ⨾ ( 2.5k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, adrian ‘alucard’ țepeș x vampire!fem!reader ( black coded ), canon-divergent, set in the set in the 15th century ( late 1400s ), established relationship, soft-dom!alucard, nasty rawww freaky ass vampire sex, missionary, blood-letting, blood drinking, size difference, use of pet names ( e.g. love, darling, iubire, etc. ), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ requested by the lovely @rsv3n! thank you for the splendid idea <3 i think lulu would be veryyy open to a blood-sharing ritual! actually he’s a little too excited, lol >.< he’d love teasing you with that thick, red sweetness, swapping the liquid between your tongues as he fucks you nice 'n deep mmm . . that’s as intimate as can be, and he wants to be irrevocably close to you . plsss hubby is just so in love <3 please enjoy this little blood-stained drabble, and thank you for reading! ❤︎
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dhampir blood is cloying, to put it best. sticky, syrupy, and far more potent than any mortal vein. your husband had been kind enough to let you drink in that confirmation just hours ago.
castlevania’s ancient stone held the chill of a thousand transylvanian winters, but within alucard’s grand bedroom suite, the air was just about thick enough to tangibly cut through. on the floor lay a forgotten graveyard of finery — stiff silk corsets and a froth of ruffled lace embroidery cast aside in the height of your lustful fever.
with a reverence that treats you like glass, alucard has you laid upon velvet furs, dropping you tenderly as if you weren't immortally powerful. he lowers his own body down to yours, defined and beautifully scarred, until his limbs entwine with your own and the cold of the castle fades into a distant memory.
your skin remains so soft to the touch, holding this otherworldly glow; even after turning into something devoid of life. in the guttering candlelight, his pale skin looks like polished marble, the flickering flame highlighting the pink slash of his flesh scar, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between your cold, pressed bodies. he was only one part mortal, a beautiful contradiction you find it to be — and beneath his ribs, half of a heart still drums a slow, heavy rhythm.
alucard’s hips find their home between your thighs once he finally sinks into you. you bracket the slim taper of his waist with your trembling legs, head throwing back as he presses the slippery crown of his pretty cock past the sticky schism of your puffy lips. you moan so deliciously whenever he enters you, a sound as coaxing as a lullaby; he doubts he’s ever heard anything sweeter.
his wispy blonde lashes flutter whenever your gushing hole contracts just enough to squeeze around the girth of him. he swears your heartbeat never truly left you; it must’ve simply gone down to your cunt, waiting for his touch to call it back to the surface. he begins to press into you with slow, deliberate rocking. it utterly delights him — watching you mewl at the stretch he brings, breasts swaying with each thrust careful thrust he feeds you.
“adrian . . mmm, d—don’t hold back on me,” your plush lips are agape, the sliver of your precise fangs shining as you puff out sultry breaths of air out between them. “please, my love, fuck me faster,” you plead, the soft ache of knowing you can handle him — and that he knows it too — melting thick and heavy between you.
your stiletto claws glide like the flat of a smooth blade over his skin, tearing vivid lines of crimson down the pale, broad canvas of his back. a low chuckle spills from him, dark and sweet like honeycomb, sending a deep, rhythmic throb straight to your core. there’s no need for words; you both know the truth by now. he craves the pain you bring.
“whatever you wish, my dear,” he indulges your request, no matter how bratty your whims might be, and takes a firm hold of your waist; hands locking onto the dipped curve of it, anchoring you to the bed, to him, so he can plow into your sopping pussy until the sharp collision of slapping skin casts the wettest, most lewdest of echoes throughout his bedchamber. your voice breaks into a scream of pure delight, a sweet kind of sound that vibrates through the room, making the wallachian-pine of the bedframe creak and groan beneath every heavy drop he makes into you.
he begins to moan out your name between labored huffs, fangs bared with every breathless moan that slips out from his bobbing throat. adrian lowers his head, a curtain of golden hair cascading around him as his dark gaze fixes on the exact point where he enters you — over, and over, and over again.
you peer up at him lovingly, trace the image of your angel of a husband; watching as the base of his throbbing cock sheathes in deep, just to reappear with every heavy, punctuated drive of his hips. his abdomen flexes tightly with the effort. higher up, his thin brows are drawn up, pearly teeth grit, and his nose scrunched as his eyes squeeze shut in the pure surge of pleasure.
then, your gaze drifts, zoning in on his exposed throat.
you find yourself fixated on the slender, elegant line of his neck, tracing the way it curves seamlessly into his shoulders and collarbone — you’ve always held a soft spot for it, your lips constantly drawn to kiss and nuzzle the skin there. the sloping protrusion of his adam’s apple catches your gaze of how he swallows down his pooling desire, all as you eye that subtle vein running along the side, pulsing with every breath.
the curiosity has lived in you for so long — the wonder of what a dhampir’s blood might taste like . . . what alucard’s would taste like. as the intensity between you builds, your dilated eyes blow wide, mouth parting as you fixate on his neck. your focus narrows entirely on the way the veins running along it grow prominent, with all the exertion he’s putting into fucking his darling wife so, so well.
your husband’s always had the uncanny ability to anticipate your thoughts, even before you act on them. his eyes snap open, catching you in the act of staring — as if the sudden, ebbing heat in his flowing arteries have already warned him exactly where you want to bite.
the hammering pulse in his throat begins to thrum harder.
“ah, you thirst . . . is that it, my love? shall I grab a chalice?” he delivers an especially grinding thrust, pairing it with the humble swipe of his thumb over your clit. you whine, you nod, you weep, all from the sheer pleasure of it.
your head tosses against the pillows, the thorny edge of your nails sinking into his shoulder blades until fresh, bright blood spills and beads over your grip. it takes everything in your being to keep your hands from drifting up to your awaiting tongue.
“hnnn! y-yes, but I . . . I want yours,” you manage to gasp the words out, even as the heavy force of his rhythm knocks the breath right from your lips. your eyes lock — your glassy, completely dilated gaze catching the piercing gold of his. in that silent, breathless look, everything clicks.
he finally gets it.
“you — haah, you wish to taste of me?” adrian questions, leaning down low, slowing his thrusts and fucking into you harder, deeper, as if to pound the truth out of you. you nod, teary and needy, hands trailing up to caress either side of his neck, warming his silken skin with your open palms.
“mhm,” you whisper, “i’m sure you’re sweeter than any wine . . .” your teeth catch your bottom lip, aching for the moment his potent blood finally drips onto your tongue. your ribbed, velvety walls clench around him at the mere thought, a sudden sensation that ripples through you both. adrian feels your pulse throb in perfect tandem against his skin as his hips continue their slow, heavy roll.
“fuck,” he manages out, the word torn from his throat. he never imagined a desire so dark would excite him so. “for how long have you yearned for this?”
“far too long, my love,” you mewl against his skin, pressing stray, wet kisses up the length of his neck. your fangs lightly graze his sweat-sheened throat, catching right over his adam’s apple. you suck gently against the pulse point, the sharp friction causing him to twitch and jump deep inside you with a sudden, ragged gasp.
“resist no longer, iubire.” he whines lowly, the muscles of his thighs and core flexing hard against you with every deep shove. “take what you want.”
alucard gathers his long blond hair in one hand, sweeping the heavy tresses over his shoulder to bare the smooth expanse of his neck. you gaze up at him, mapping the absolute submission written on his face. his golden irises gleam back at you in the dark, glinting with a sharp, needy excitement as he waits to feel your fangs against his skin.
as if to soothe your hesitation, he implores you with the breath of a command against your skin:
"drink of me." he whispers, his voice a low, heavy vibration that seems to echo through the silent stones of the chamber. it does well at reassuring you. sliding up the smooth, warm expanse of his neck in your hands, you bring your lips to his skin, agape mouth brushing his artery with a grateful sort of reverence. leaning in, you allow your fangs to graze the hot skin of his jugular, tracking the frantic ba-dum of the pulse that marks his human heritage.
when you finally, finally, bite down, alucard lets out the sharpest, most ragged breath, his hands locking onto your hips as he bucks up into you at the welcome intrusion. his rich dhampir blood surges into your mouth — a potent, velvety syrup that tastes of concentrated life and a deep, metallic sweetness that coats your tongue like the most saccharine nectar.
“hngh, y—yes, yes, yes . . .” his eyes scroll back into his head as you cradle his beautiful face in your hands, completely helpless under your touch as you drain him, lapping his blood hungrily into your mouth. the fluid is intoxicatingly rich and warm, sliding down your throat like a heavy, golden essence that could only belong to a dhampir. he trembles beneath you, utterly consumed by the way your tongue sweeps along his major artery, siphoning every sugary drop of the rich blood he so willingly surrenders to you.
you let out a soft, gratified moan at the cloying sweetness of him; though not entirely drinking every ounce he offers. you hold some of the thick velvet syrup behind your teeth — gathering just enough in your mouth to perform the next ritual you have in mind. pulling back just by an inch, you meet his gaze with a heavy, unblinking focus, your plush mouth stained with the red coppery-taste of his life-force.
alucard blinks down at you hazily, his golden eyes blown out and dazed as he groans against your lips. when you finally press your mouth back to his, the exchange is thick, visceral, and wet; nasty and lawless, just as vampires would do.
your fangs clash against his — a sharp clicking of ivory, as you share a desperate kiss that blends salt and iron. the rich essence slicks your tongues, and alucard greedily drinks his life-force straight back from your mouth.
alucard tilts his hips into yours with a slow, grinding force, his large frame pinning you flat against sheets of romanian silk as he slides back deep inside you.
his hands find yours against the soft bedding, his long fingers sliding between your own to intertwine and lock your palms tightly together. the direct friction of his thighs against yours generates a building heat that matches the warm syrup coating your tongues.
he pulls back just an inch, his eyes glowing a fierce gold in the dim light as he gives one final, bone-deep shove that leaves you both trembling. his lips are stained a deep, beautiful red, mirroring your own.
“never thought my wife would be so . . . thirsty,” he muses, swiping his tongue over your lips. you can feel him smiling against them, a soft and intimate pressure.
you’re nearing closer to the edge, all from the searing taste of his blood, every sensation amplified to a fever pitch. he is also hazy from the feeding, his movements turning drawled and heavy as he rolls into you.
“c–cumming,” he huffs, grinding his pelvis down into yours one last. “mmm . . me too,” you clasp your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a messily wet kiss as your walls pull taut around him, reaching your coiling climax with a silent scream released straight into his mouth.
he returns the intensity, fucks shallowly into your gripping cunt; spilling thick, lukewarm ribbons of his heavy load deep inside you. you both rock into each other, riding the high of it all with shut eyes, panting into each other’s mouths until the heat finally peaks. adrian lifts himself off of you to lay beside you, his strong arms coiled around your waist to pull you close against his chest.
side-by-side in the stillness of the chamber, you lay curled together on the plush bedding. the ancient castle grows still, though the heat of the moment remains between you. he drowsily blinks his heavy eyes open, his cheeks a beautiful, shaded rose that deepens into a rich crimson. his mouth is slightly agape, the lower lip stained with the bright, copper taint of his own life-force.
“you still look rather . . . parched, my love.” his hand slides up to caress your waist, his smile widening slightly as he offers you his bare throat. his fingertips trace the wet bite marks on his neck, marveling a bit at the funny, new sensation of being on the receiving end of those punctured holes. knowing the wounds will knit together soon, he silently urges you to lean back in and get some your fill before his flesh heals over.
“come, dragă mea,” he insists, pulling you in closer by your waist until you're flush against him. bringing his thumb up, he slowly swipes it over your reddened lip, his mirthful golden eyes searching yours.
Pairing - Carlisle x mate vampire reader you and Carlisle have been paired for centuries, giving Bella just a peak of your love for each other
The first time you heard the name Carlisle Cullen, it was little more than a whisper carried through the slow, secretive channels vampires used to spread unusual news. You had existed for centuries already, turned sometime in 1570s in a world that still burned people for witchcraft and whispered about monsters lurking in forests. You had survived by instinct and restraint when you could manage it, but restraint had always been a fragile thing for your kind.
So when you heard rumors of a vampire who refused human blood, who lived only on animals, you were certain it was nonsense. A fantasy. A story told by desperate creatures trying to believe they could be something better than what they were.
Still, curiosity had always been one of your greatest flaws.
It took you years to track him down. The world was slower then, information traveled by rumor and chance encounters. But eventually your search led you to England, where the quiet doctor moved like a ghost among humans, gentle and careful, leaving no trace of what he truly was.
The night you finally saw Carlisle, you almost didn’t believe it.
He stood alone in a clearing just beyond a small village, moonlight spilling across his pale hair as he finished feeding from a deer. When he noticed you, he didn’t attack. Didn’t bare his teeth.
He simply stepped back, giving you space.
“You’ve been following me,” he said calmly, his voice carrying the soft accent of centuries past. You tilted your head, studying him with open curiosity. “You’re the one drinking animal blood.”
His golden eyes flickered with surprise that you knew. “Yes.” You had expected arrogance. Or madness, instead, he looked… hopeful.
Something strange stirred inside your chest the moment your eyes met. A pull, deep and unexplainable. Like something ancient recognizing its other half after centuries of wandering.
You felt it instantly and judging by the stunned look that crossed Carlisle’s face, he felt it too.
You laughed softly, disbelief coloring your voice.
“Well,” you murmured, stepping closer, “that explains the strange feeling.” Carlisle blinked. “You feel it as well?”
You nodded once. “Seems we’re something rather rare,” you said quietly. “Mates.” The word lingered between you like a vow neither of you had expected.
Three hundred years later, the feeling had never faded, if anything, it had only grown stronger.
When Bella Swan first arrived in Forks, she noticed it almost immediately. She had already been overwhelmed by meeting the rest of the Cullen family, Edward Cullen, Esme Cullen, and the others, but there was something quietly different about the way you and Carlisle interacted.
It wasn’t obvious at first, just small things.
The way Carlisle’s hand would naturally find yours when you stood near each other. The soft smiles that passed between you across the room. The way you seemed to gravitate toward one another without even thinking.
Bella noticed it most one evening while visiting the Cullen house.
She had been sitting on the couch nervously, watching the strange but warm dynamics of the vampire family around her. Edward sat beside her, explaining something quietly, when her eyes drifted toward the kitchen.
You stood at the counter, flipping through a medical journal Carlisle had left open. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips, a moment later Carlisle entered the room. His eyes found you instantly and his entire expression softened, not dramatically. Anyone else might have missed it, but Bella saw.
He walked over quietly, resting one hand at the small of your back in a gesture so natural it seemed like second nature.
“What did you find?” he asked gently. You hummed, pointing at the page. “Your colleague’s theory here is flawed.”
Carlisle leaned closer to read, your shoulders brushing, for a moment neither of you spoke, just standing with eachother.
Then he chuckled softly. “You’re right,” he admitted. Bella stared at the scene unfolding Infront of her.
Three hundred years, Edward had told her earlier. You and Carlisle had been together for three hundred years.
And yet the way he looked at you…
It wasn’t tired.
It wasn’t routine.
It was the same look Bella had seen people give each other during the first days of falling in love.
Warm. Devoted. Completely certain.
Later, Bella found herself whispering to Edward, eyes still drifting toward the two of you across the room.
“They’ve been together for centuries, right?” Edward nodded in agreement. “Yes. three give or take a few."
Bella watched as Carlisle brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, the movement so gentle it almost felt sacred. Her lips parted slightly in amazement. “They still look…” she struggled for the word.
Edward smiled knowingly.
“Hopelessly in love?”
Bella nodded slowly.
Across the room, you laughed softly at something Carlisle said, the sound light and warm. He looked at you the way someone might look at the sun after a long winter, like something he would never take for granted.
Edward leaned back against the couch.
“That’s what happens,” he said quietly, “when you find the person meant for you.”
Bella watched the two of you a moment longer.
Three hundred years.
And somehow the love between you and Carlisle still looked brand new.
Hehe Hi Hi ! Can I have relationship Hcs with Lilia with the afab reader being a vampire who’s also 700 ,,? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
( They would probably be considered young to vampires since they are immortal,,, (ᵕ—ᴗ—) )
And if it’s not tm,, (◞‸ ◟)💧 I wanna also know how the diasomnia boys would think of vamp / reader ! !
Ps : I love ur account so so much eeekk ,, & can I be known as 🦇 anon,, cuz I’m bound to request more Lilia x vampire ,,! ! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
【❝Just Come, Kiss Me, And Bite Me❞】
【Synopsis: In which Lilia finds true love in the arms of a woman most would deem a creature of darkness】
【Featuring: Lilia Vanrouge】
【Tags: fem reader, vampire reader, reader is mama, Lilia is a hall of fame wife guy, Malleus and Silver are hall of fame mama’s boys, Sebek has a brief beef w reader but he gets over it bc she’s so lovely lol, TW for mentions of blood/feeding on both people and animal/having children, no beta, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】
【Word count: 1k】
【a/n: hello there dear 🦇 anon, as you henceforth shall be known! Thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you keep enjoying my work and continue to stick around for more! I love love love the Diasomnia family sm, so I, of course, had a great time writing this! I’ve probably mentioned this before, but loveeee vampires, which also made writing this incredibly enjoyable! Anyway, thanks again and I hope you enjoy! <33333】
‧₊˚ ┊ Do vampires exist in Twisted Wonderland? Maybe, maybe not. For the sake of this story, let's all pretend that vampires — like merfolk and fae — are simply another part of this magical world.
‧₊˚ ┊ Being a bat fae has often led Lilia to be mistaken for a vampire. Before meeting you some hundred odd years ago, he used to be quite offended by the comparison. I mean, him? A ravenous bloodsucker? Perish the thought! Admittedly, Lilia was quite ignorant in his youth — if you consider around five centuries old to be young — but then you walked into his life and changed his opinion on vampires for good!
‧₊˚ ┊ You first met Lilia in the years in between Malleus hatching and Silver being found. At the time, he was something of a lost soul, wandering the world in search of something he couldn't quite name. Thankfully, he found exactly what he was looking for in you!
‧₊˚ ┊ Your relationship was something of a whirlwind romance. Lilia was guarded at first. He'd grown accustomed to loving and losing and was cautious of ever having to endure such a thing again. Still, he fell for you hard and fast.
‧₊˚ ┊ The nature of your being, of course, brought Lilia pause in the beginning. You were used to it, the hesitation and thinly veiled fear, but unlike so many others that turned tail and ran once they realized what you were, Lilia stayed. He put aside his preconceived notions about vampires and got to know you for who you were and, by the Seven is he glad that he did.
‧₊˚ ┊ Within about a month of knowing one another, you moved into a quaint little cottage in Briar Valley. For a century or so, you lived in this domestic bliss. Malleus would drop by on occasion, having snuck out of the castle to come and visit Lilia. The first time the young prince met you he was enamored. He asked you a million questions about what it's like to be a vampire with the curious bluntness only a child could possess.
‧₊˚ ┊ Then came Silver, your sweet baby boy. Both you and Lilia took to parenting quite quickly, which was certainly helped by how easy of a baby your dear son was. You'd talked of having children before, but neither of you were in much of a rush. With Lilia being a fae and you a vampire, there were many years on this earth ahead of you, so neither of you saw the need to rush. The Fates, however, decided otherwise, and you couldn't be happier that they did.
‧₊˚ ┊ Silver knew the truth of your condition, so to speak, from a young age. Neither you nor Lilia saw the need to hide such things from your son, and, for the boy's part, he took it quite well. Silver, being the caring little thing he is, would always come running to you if he got a cut or pricked his finger to present you with his blood like it were a gift. You, of course, couldn't bring yourself to ever drink from him and after a few times of this occurring, he gave up on trying to keep you fed. Thankfully, Lilia was around to make sure you were getting all the blood you could ever need.
‧₊˚ ┊ It took quite a lot of convincing from Lilia to get you to drink from him, and even after years and years of doing so, you still felt a pang in your heart every time you sunk your teeth into his pretty porcelain skin. Even though he told you time and time again that he enjoyed being fed on, a part of you still felt bad about using him to satiate your hunger. Being the adoring partner he is, Lilia assures you every time you have any doubts that he is completely willing and happy to have you feed on him for the rest of eternity.
‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek, was very confused the first time he saw the puncture marks from where you'd bitten him. Lilia made no effort to hide them since both you and Sliver were accustomed to seeing them, but such things were not the norm for the young half-fae that found himself in your care. Because he thought you were harming his mentor, Sebek initially had a rather sour opinion of you.
‧₊˚ ┊ It wasn't as easy for you to bond with Sebek as it was with Silver. The process was slow and arduous, but eventually he came to hold you in rather high regard. I mean, if someone as strong and capable as Lilia loves you, then you must be a truly good person. Eventually, Sebek started to fight Silver for your favor and attention. Admittedly, it was quite cute, but you fear this little competition might have kicked off the longstanding rivalry between the two boys.
‧₊˚ ┊ Said rivalry lasted for many more years, from childhood all the way until they both went off to study at NRC. You were quite saddened when Lilia and Malleus left, but your heart broke when Silver — your sweet boy — went off to study with them a year later. Sebek followed one year after that, leaving you at home with an empty nest.
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, your body would rush home to you during school breaks, but the time always felt far too fleeting. While you were proud of the men they were becoming, a part of you wanted them to stay young and reliant on you forever.
‧₊˚ ┊ Naturally, you began to pester Lilia for a child to occupy your lonely days without them. You weren't getting any younger and neither was your lovely partner, so it was now or never. The boys were constantly asking when you both would finally tie the knot — which you'd yet to do after all these centuries — and Silver made it no secret that he wanted to be a big brother.
‧₊˚ ┊ Another addition would certainly liven your already chaotic little family up, but Lilia would be lying if he said he didn't want a baby with you. He knew you'd be the mother of his child a few centuries ago, so it's about time that he makes that shared dream of yours come true. Step one: baby. Step two: the wedding. Step three: uhhh live happily ever after!
You find out werwolves go into heat and that Daniela can act like a human sized puppy at times.
ⵌ PAIRING: Werewolf!Daniela x Vampire!Fem!Reader
ⵌ STARRING: Daniela Avanzini as your polite and not clingy roommate, Megan Skiendiel as your temporary roommate and almost victim.
ⵌ CONTAINS: g!p daniela, roommate!daniela, fwb!daniela, puppy!daniela, swearing, mentions of dead animals (again), mentions of omegaverse, vile language, suggestive.
Elijah Mikaelson x female!vampire!reader moodboard blurb 🪦🥀
Warnings : a little bit of smut, fluff, literally just Elijah being obsessed with you
I feel like vampire!reader and Elijah give off morticia and gomez vibes so much it just feels and makes sense.
That man is absolutely infatuated with you and can’t keep his hands off of you, whether in public he’ll have his arm around your waist, keeping you close by. He’ll press gentle kisses on your cheeks and lips so much that once you two are apart, you’ll still feel the absence of those soft lips on you.
Yet once in private— he’ll have you down under him and absolutely eat you alive. Elijah is a noble soul, adjusting his cuffs and having his suits pristine, yet it seems like he still fucks you till oblivion every single time you two are alone. He loves your hands and eyes, every time he looks at you while locked together in missionary, deep inside you that make you shiver with arousal, while your nails scratching his back till it’s red, he seemed he’d might just cum right there.
It seems like he’ll be obsessed with you no matter what in any timeline you two cross, and he’ll always keep it that way.
I have always really loved the concept of like a hybrid/non-human reader where the batfam hasn’t fulfilled the quota to be recognized as family by the reader’s hindbrain.
Like a vampire reader who doesn’t recognize their father as anything but prey and is disgusted and so confused by it because they’ve seen vampires, newborn ones, who don’t struggle not to eat their own human family members but unfortunately it’s because the batfam has to prove themselves in some sort of way. Like, they have to show themselves worthy of it. (I’m thinking a fight where the reader loses so their vampire bits see them as valuable and worthy of becoming family.)
But the reader doesn’t know that. And neither does the batfam.
Oh, also an avian reader (term I got from dsmp fandom that in this contexts means: bird-person) who has the biggest most comfortable nest ever, trying to make it as appealing as possible to their family members only for them to never go into it. Like. Rejection after rejection. And it’s not because they don’t want to. They think the reader doesn’t want them in there because once upon a time, they didn’t. But now, they do and they are so hurt. So sad.
Why doesn’t anyone want to be in their nest? :( Does nobody want to be a part of their flock? :( No preenings for reader? :(
Just sad bird reader who was once angry sad bird reader.
And maybe a bit of jealousy. Because maybe someone does defeat vampire reader in combat. Maybe someone does go into avian reader’s nest.
And maybe they almost become family. Maybe they do.
In short: the reader loves their family. Their family loves them. If only they were actually family that their brain recognized as family.
HIIIII!!! I absolutely ADORE your writing and how you write doctor. It always feels in character for me. I would love to hear your thoughts about how the characters would react to the mc being a vampire undercover living a human life 👀👀👀 (cough cough... especially doctor, I like to think he'd be ecstatic to find out and to run some tests on mc since they're not human haha) and they're VERY good at hiding it. I'm so curious as to how they would find out and how it'd play out afterwards. Of course you don't have to do this if requests are already piling up!!! It's just a silly thought on my end :) but if you do consider writing it, then please do take your time! I wouldn't want you to feel pressured. That's all, thank you so much!!!
Awwwe thats so sweet! I'm so happy you like my writing, i may or may not be a Doctor simp (Guilty as charged) haha. This is such a cute prompt i actually had something similar pop in my mind so this is actually great i already have ideas! I do hope you like this and it's up to your standards have a lovely day dearest!
If monsters can exist who says Vampires can't as well? Who knows maybe one of them is a giant bat in disguise!? (i love bats man) So how would our favourite circus crew handle being with a vampire? (i lost the plot at Columbina, turns out this prompt is very hard to write for her specifically ;-; damn you for being so sweeit Columbina)
WARNINGS: Mentions of Blood / Corpses / Experimenting / The Freak Circus is for 18+ only, Neko has expressed this multiple times please respect Neko's wishes and go away if you are under the age of 18.
Pierrot loves you no matter what, you could have 3 heads; no legs; and 8 eyes, and he would still love you more than anything. So when he discovers your secret he doesn't have a negative reaction at all. In fact the only negative thing he thinks is the fact he didn’t work hard enough for you to trust him with this secret. Just the thought alone would make him distraught with guilt, causing him to drop to his knees in front of you and wrap his arms around your midsection nuzzling into you as muffled apologies follow. Can you make out anything he said? nope.
The great thing about our number one clown, is he's a great listener! I’d say the best but Doctor exists so he's the second best listener. Pierrot would have a million and one questions running through his head that he wouldn’t know where to start - So please just explain what you are to him, he’ll try his best to understand and it may prompt him to ask a few things. One thing he will tell you though is that he will die keeping your secret, no one will pry it from him not even Jester. You have entrusted this to him, and he will keep it locked away unless you tell him otherwise.
What catches his attention the most is when you mention needing blood to feel fulfilled, Just like him but with flesh! His family needs human flesh to feel energised and sustained: You need human blood to feel energised and sustained! Sure both of you survive by different means, him off regular food and you off animal blood, but now he has a way for both sides to win! Whenever his family eats human flesh they tend to have more blood left over than they need - normally they give it to the doctor and he does whatever with it, honestly they don’t ask.. But now instead Pierrot can give it to you!
If you needed to, however, he would be honoured if you feed from him. Pierrot would not care how hard you would bite him he trusts you completely - In fact he has offered for you to drink from him a number of times each time you refused. Though desperate times cause for desperate measures and he will just pull you into him and let you bite him for however long you need to - don’t worry he can take it.
💚Harlequin
Oh my, how interesting indeed. A vampire? You truly are his dangerous dear aren't you. Harlequin may make a lot of jokes and flirtatious comments but he is no idiot he knows when a moment calls for silence. Thus when you tell him your secret, he has no jokes, in fact he has no thoughts at all he’ll just stare at you in complete. and utter. silence. It's not uncomfortable, but it is unnerving, Harlequin has nothing to say? What world is this? He’ll pick up on your concern though, and for the first time his walls may crack just slightly. You’re suffering in silence, just like he is; you are keeping this life long secret, just like he is. He knows this feeling, he loathes this feeling, and now all he feels is internal rage bubbling up at the thought of you feeling this as well. You may get a hug out of him, a willing hug. Feel special.
Once the feelings go away and you two finish having this emotional connection together, Harles will snap back to his regular self like an elastic band, honestly it's such a flip you question if the moment you both shared was even real. The first thing he does is ask you what you eat, are the stories about vampires true? Are you really allergic to garlic? He's sort of like a curious kitten when you talk about yourself, he will interrupt you A LOT to make random remarks and comments, some flirty, some out of pure curiosity - but he will make notes in his mind of everything you say including things he got wrong like the garlic thing. Harlequin actually believed Vampires were allergic to garlic. You’ll have to explain that only people who were allergic to it as a human are allergic to it as a vampire. Allergies carry through unfortunately.
When it comes to helping you feed, he's a bit more reluctant to allow you to feed from him. Will he, maybe? it honestly depends just how much he trusts you. If it's a lot, yes absolutely, if it's early in your relationship he will be more reluctant, even if he is a fan of biting. He’ll joke about wanting to be marked not have the life drank from him. However he thinks very similarly to Pierrot on this matter and will also offer up the blood from his family's feeding. There's been a few times actually where he's snuck an unfortunate soul away from his family just for you to drink from.
If anyone comments on your slightly larger canine teeth because someone is bound to. Harles bout to slap a bitch, only he gets to make fun of you, no one else especially over something this personal to you. Consider him your knight in green poly-cotton.
🖤Doctor
Doctor, Doctor… This is an interesting dynamic to say the least. Doctor would be the one to find out on complete accident, everyone else at least has a chance to have you tell them but not him. After all he’s the one with the blood stash that you can smell every time you come into his tent. So when he catches you attempting to smuggle a blood bag out of his office, he’ll have a few questions. When you reveal to him what you are, he’ll go into support mode, as much as he wants to question you and study you, his need to support you comes towering over everything else. So he’ll pull you into his side and drape a cloaked arm over you telling you that he’s here for you whatever you may need. All you need to do is ask and he will proclaim it.
The BEST listener in the crew, he will sit so patiently and listen to everything you have to tell him, he may even pull out a notepad and start writing things down, Doctor likes to be prepared after all. Every concern and worry you have is noted and memorised, he’ll take into account your minor dislike of sunlight, how you can be out on the sun but direct rays harm you, you’ll suddenly find he’ll start opening his tent flap with his arm held out creating a shadow for you incase its to sunny out.
Now despite how attentive and loving this man is, he's still the Doctor and he WANTS to experiment on you ,especially upon learning you no longer age in the traditional human way. At first he’ll ask in his own way, if he can conduct experiments on you. If you say no he will be disappointed but also will reel back, though he may try to jab you with a needle without you noticing. Feel free to gibs him round the head and he won’t do it again. He may want to research all about you and learn every little thing but having you mad at him does something to him that makes him feel like a child being put on the naughty step. If you DO agree however, he’ll get really excited you can’t tell because on the outside he's standing completely still with a hand to his mask as if pondering, but on the inside he's just running around like a cat on zoomies. Just tell him if he's going too far though, his research comes second to your happiness plus he really doesn't want to sleep on the floor again.
If you need blood at any point, he's got plenty on hand and he's happy to give you some. However if you need something fresher, he’ll make sure to keep a rather troublesome patient behind just for you. As for him, it would be quite difficult to feed from him, will he let you. Absolutely he will, but it will be quite difficult given his height and clothing. But if you really want to (he definitely does it's fascinating to him) He’ll sit down and have you sit on his lap to make it easier for you. Once he brought you a body directly to your home because you mentioned earlier in the day you were thirsty and hadn't had anything in a week or so, not even animal. Don’t ask how he got the body to you without being noticed all you know is Ticket Taker was involved.
💙Ticket Taker
Ticket Taker will handle learning you’re a vampire the worst. Not because he doesn’t love you, he does dear god he does, but learning such a giant secret alongside everything he already knows and is dealing with - it becomes too much for the poor man to handle all at once. This man is STRESSED out. Ticket likes to be in control. He feels responsible for you and your safety so much like Pierrot he feels as though he has failed you. At first he;ll bury himself further into his work than he already does, but getting him to break out of his work is near impossible. He is listening to you though but he won’t respond. He's just processing the information as you give it to him even when working himself to the bone with the circus - he’s listening.
You’ll know he's back to himself again when you find him staring at his mirrors in his tent and they are playing the conversations you’ve had with him about your vampire sides, and he's talking back to them saying what he wanted to in the moment but couldn't due to his own mind getting in his way. Ticket will apologise to you honestly and meaningfully, he’ll take your hands into his and place kisses on the back before asking how he can make it up to you.
When it comes to feeding you, he’ll go more down the animal route than human like the others, if he can help it, he’ll keep you away from his family's eating tent as much as possible. But if he sees you need human blood, he’ll go to the doctor and acquire some from him instead. Ticket will allow you to feed off him, mostly because he wants to keep you healthy but also a tiny bit because he's curious how monster blood tastes.
When you leave the circus grounds if it's particularly sunny out, Ticket Taker will just randomly appear from who knows where with a parasol, an umbrella is much less classy. He’ll hold it over your head if you would like him to, or he’ll give it to you and he’ll carry anything you may have been holding. If you don’t like parasols he’ll take note and will get you something else such as a nice cloak or hat whichever you prefer.
💜Jester
Jester is an interesting case. In a weird way, he already knew. Whilst he didn’t know THIS, Jester knew there was something different about you from day 1, it's what drew him to you in the first place. He finds this little secret of yours very amusing. Though he does not view this as a weakness but rather a strength. It's very well known that Jester and Ticket Taker have a rather vocal dislike for humans, so for Jester to already tolerate you and more importantly finding himself loving you. To him you were already special and now he finds out you too, have a deep dark secret, a life altering secret behind that little act of yours it fuels a desire in him, a fascination. He’ll start viewing you differently, not a bad difference but almost seeing you fully for the first time. Honestly seeing Jester so taken aback by you makes Ticket Taker scared, because what have you done with Jester? What spell have you put him under?
One thing about Jester is he's a quick learner, the problem is, he's a book learner. That's not a bad thing! Oh no, the problem is most people think Vampires aren't real, so most stories have their facts wrong or are so old the only copies that exist are nearly impossible to obtain. So expect him to get MANY things incorrect, he may get a bit defensive if you correct him on something, but he isn't mean about it he just can’t accept being thiiiis wrong. He is dramatic sometimes. So eventually albeit, reluctantly, he’ll ask you to educate him correctly.
I will put this out here right now, he will NEVER let you feed from him. No matter how much you ask, it is a straight and blunt No. Jester won’t even lace the no with a reason just No. However, he will make a few, ‘staff arrangements’ for you instead. Much like Ticket Taker though, Jester will keep you as far away from the feeding tent as he can - that is a side of him he isn’t ready for you to see, even if you are a vampire. Should you need blood at any point ,he will not dumb you down to animal blood, and if he learns you have been sustaining yourself on such to maintain your disguise among humans, he shall rectify this. Only the best for his darling. That staff arrangement I mentioned? Congrats you can select one fool a week to feast upon at your choosing. He’ll even close off his tent for you to have privacy.
If anyone makes any comments on your appearance or mentions you act suspicious sometimes, he'll shut them down quickly, honestly you aren't sure where he comes from half the time. One minute you are trying to calmly explain one of your cover ups for why your eyes are a different colour or why your teeth are sharper than a ‘normal persons’ the next your watching Jester scold a random stranger like a misbehaving child as if it's nothing. I think his experience keeping Harlequin and Pierrot under control has taught him a few things.
🩷Columbina
Oh my sweet darling Columbina, she is the definition of supportive. No matter how she finds out, whether by accident or you telling her - she will just run to your side and snuggle into you like a koala. She’ll say all these supportive things to you, how she will always be here for you, how this changes nothing in her eyes and so much more. And you could just be standing there completely unfazed or an emotional wreck either way she has a death grip on you.
When it comes to learning about your habits and needs, she's extremely curious, she’ll ask a lot of questions - Not Pierrot level of questions but still a lot. Columbina might make comparisons to any similarities you have to her, such as the blood thing or the need to hide your existence. Although she will feel really bad that you have to hide like she does. She does silently pray to herself that you haven't had to suffer the way her and her family have, but if you have, please allow her to be the shoulder you lean on.
When it comes to food, she's the hardest to point out. Whilst I do believe she would allow you to feed from her, when it comes to human blood that's tricky. She is already the most reluctant to consume flesh in her family; will she? yes she will. But will she avoid it when possible? also yes. Like Ticket Taker, she will offer the animal route should you already drink animal blood. I do view her as an animal lover like how Doctor loves plants so she’ll never watch but she will help you hunt or at least cover your tracks. Should you desperately need human blood though, she will try her best to help you most likely by asking Doctor or Harlequin for assistance.
As for all your other struggles though, she's great. Sunlight bothering you? Here have this umbrella or perhaps you would prefer a hooded cloak or hoodie? Are your eyes a bit irritated? or perhaps your teeth are bothering you. She has something for that too! Columbina is prepared for every situation. She also started a collection of parasols, not necessarily for you unless you want one. But she does have a fascination with vampire movies, especially Bram Stoker's Dracula, those parasols she loves. And yes when she learns you are a vampire, Columbina may fall down a rabbit hole of Vampire movies (if you have introduced her to technology)
