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.
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! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) drunk in love, beyoncé ⨾ candy, cameo ⨾ a little death, the neighborhood ⨾ whatever you want, tony! toni! toné! ⨾ join me in death, HIM ⨾ blur, the marias
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thinking about… a bloodthirsty vampire hunter’s unfortunate encounter of meeting a protective vampire.
CW : gruesome deaths, children abuse, horror, assault, many blood, torture, southern! Vampire Hunter, hints that vampires are immortal, but needs to regress age when they’re too old, reader having a distorted vision about justice and equal exchange, some cannibalism? Reader implied to be fem, but any genders can read! Reader is crazy and kinda psychotic??
Word Count : 2.4k+ words
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who turned into what he is now because of what happened to his family. He’s only a humble farmer who used to be an outlaw when he's younger. He decided to settle down with the woman he fell head over heels with, and had three children together with her. It was a rainy day, and he came home with his wife and children already dead and pale, bodies sucked out of their blood with fang marks on their necks.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who had to bury his family with his own hands. His farmer friends are utterly worried about him. His hands may tremble as he dug the dirt behind his house, his eyes throbbing with pain because he cried himself a river hugging each of their corpse, and his head drooping with exhaustion as he carved each of their name on heavy stone for their headstone, but he refused to rest until he made sure they’re resting in a better place.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who finally slept after burying them, where he is tortured with questions and scenarios. What if he was there? What will happen if he’s with them? Will he die together with them?
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who burnt down his home the next day. He grabbed his wife’s favourite shawl, and his children’s drawings. His own belongings? Just stored in his horse’s saddle and his bag. He couldn’t bear living in the same place where his family was slaughtered. He swore he could smell the blood stuck on the floor and walls, despite knowing his friends already scrubbed it clean.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who left the town to seek other vampire hunters to learn how to hunt and kill vampires. His farmer friends told him not to make such hasty decisions when he’s still blinded by agony and sadness, but he has made up his mind. So after thanking his friends, they all go to the town’s edge to send him off, and to remind him they’ll still accept and help him if he ever decides to come back.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who no longer feared death, because he knew his family would be waiting for him. He became another hunter’s apprentice, learning and documenting ways to trap and end a vampire’s life.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who moved from town to town, seeking for different answers to kill them. Most effective is severing their heads, or fire that’ll melt their body from their bones, and silver bullets.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who discovered that silver bullets, especially for shotguns, are extremely expensive. Killing vampires is very risky, so most hunters decide to catch them and bring them to the town’s sheriff, where they’ll be burnt in the center of town for everyone to see.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who doesn’t want to do that. He wants to kill them with his very own hands. His master advised him not to because he got 0 experience hunting vampires. But he refuses. He sells his cherished belongings (not his wedding rings though, he wore them as his necklace for good luck, and buys silver knife and some bullets.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who starts seeking for weaker, recently turned vampires. He follows rumors through town and meets the new vampire. The vampire is still sloppy, and not too tricky to follow. So when the man is eating on a young woman’s flesh, he cocked his shotgun, aimed and shot the vampire on the back. The vampire instantly wailed from the pain, but before he could flee, pre-yan! Vampire hunter is already lassoing him from behind.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who threw the man on the ground, before pulling the silver blade from his bag. He stabbed it on the vampire’s neck, and deep, dark red blood spurted out from the wound like a fountain. He stabbed him again, again and again, effectively separating the vampire’s head from its body.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who burnt the body, making sure it’s all turned to dust, before riding his horse back to town, with blood on his face and hands. The vampire’s head gripped on his hand like a grotesque gift. Once he arrived at the sheriff's office, he hurled the head to the table, before lighting up a cigarette.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who ended up as a legend for townspeople because of how closed off he is. He thanked his master and left on his own. He goes on his own taking bounties, helping townsfolk, and killing vampires.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who got slightly obsessed with the concept of torturing vampires. He kept one alive out of curiosity. He ties the vampire on a tree, and he comes to slash their skin with his knives just to see how long it took for them to heal, and how they’ll get weaker without human blood.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who kills for the love of the game. Sometimes he left vampire corpses in the forests with their bodies still attached, their heads already severed with an empty shell of silver bullet near its face… Or where the face is supposed to be at. It’s just a hollow, gory mess of organs.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who made a fatal mistake of planning to kill a vampire child. He’s never heard of children getting turned into such creatures. He heard that a boy went missing in a forest, and found some kind of forest protector who’s a pale, young girl. The girl brought him back to the town, but hearing the descriptions made him sure it’s a vampire.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who found the child chasing fireflies inside a nearby forest. He’s about to aim his gun at her, when he felt a kick on his head, and his lungs derived from air.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who woke up tied into a chair in a dim room. His sight only comes from a small fireplace near his seat. He could hear a soft sound of a violin, and a tall figure looming.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who started screaming profanities and threats to be let out from the ropes, only to earn a sudden stop of the violin, and the figure creeping up to him. His head is touched by two pale hands, and his head pulled to a raised knee, making him choke as his nose cracked on impact.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt his heart rush from adrenaline, and fear for the first time in years. The figure crouched in front of him, and grabbed his jaw carefully while inspecting his wound like a madman. Meanwhile, you just stared back with a blank look.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose breath hitched as you took a stool and sat in front of him. Your hand held his silver knife with no problem, and nicked his skin just because. Your wide smile scares him with the glint of fangs.
“You see, you almost killed a toddler that I gave a second chance of life to.” You sighed calmly, and snapped the knife into two. It was getting dull anyways.
“I reckon you’ll be such a kind savior, p-partner. Is this a sick experiment you’re conducting on children?!” The vampire hunter spat back, only to have you slap him.
“Let me tell you a little story then, outlaw. Perhaps you’ll feel just a tiny bit of remorse when you realise that not all vampires are the same.”
ᛝ You, who was born already as a vampire. Your parents are two powerful vampires who let you live independently. You, oddly enough, disliked human blood and preferred animal blood, so you hunted animals instead.
ᛝ You, who spends time resting inside your palace minding your own business. Who knows what your parents are doing? They’re probably in a cocoon of their bat nests, sleeping and eventually turning back to their young ages.
ᛝ You, who was drinking a pig’s blood in a nearby farm when you heard the family owner laughing so loudly. You raised your head up and saw the family having a feast. You decided to walk around for a bit, only to almost step on a girl, whose ankles are tied using metal chains, her body small and so thin you can see the bones, and the smell from her leg… it smells rotten. She’s dying, evident from her shallow breaths and weak voice begging for her ‘mother’.
ᛝ You, who stabbed your hand near a fence, letting your blood pool on it before gently feeding it to the child. You feel a little lightheaded, but you can’t leave the girl like this, not with her bruises and cries.
ᛝ You, who placed your cloak and cradled the child on your chest until she woke up. You ask her for her name, and she has none. All she knows is she’s chained outside because she’s born pale. Her father thought she’s cursed, or that his wife had cheated on him with a vampire. Her mother, not wanting to live in the streets, chose to admit she cheated, and begged for forgiveness. Ever since, the girl has to live near the barn, eating leftovers by the family, while sometimes earning a beating from them if she’s unlucky.
ᛝ You, who is baffled after hearing what the girl just said. She’s probably just anemic. But her family treats her like this? You bundled her up and told her to wait, while you went to her home. She covered her ears, but she could hear screams off in the distance.
ᛝ You, who came back throwing her father’s corpse in front of her. She raised her head only to see you carrying her mother on your shoulder, and her older brother on your other hand, dragged like an unworthy mat. She could see deep wound on their neck, as if you used your nails to pierce through their muscles and flesh.
ᛝ You, who told her to eat and feed. Recently turned vampires need a lot of blood. Especially because she’s wounded and injured. You even show her how to do it with your fangs despite not liking how human blood tasted like.
ᛝ You, who brought the girl home after forcing her to drink all the blood of her family members. After all, is it not sweet as justice? And she really needs to drink them all if she wants to heal. You bathed her, applied ointments on her bruises, and dressed her up in your old dresses from when you’re a baby.
ᛝ You, who named her Charlotte. Charles means ‘free man’ right? So you’ll give her a memento, A name that shows she has broken free. Charlotte, your beloved daughter who you’ll always cherish. Charlotte, who begs you not to hunt for humans, so you settle with buying blood bags from a vampire acquaintance who disguises himself as a doctor in town.
ᛝ You, who tilted your head when he groaned and cried as you finished the story. Isn’t this equal exchange? You helped set her free. If this man doesn’t understand, then you wouldn’t care. You stood up and stopped the fire on purpose, intending to torture him with hunger and hipothermia for his crimes. You’ve heard how he’s a renowned vampire hunter.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who stayed quiet for days. It’s embarrassing. He starts to get delirious and overthinks his decision. On the third day of no food and water, he can hear the door click, and small pitter patters of feet nearing him. When he raised his head, he saw the same girl he wanted to kill.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose nose got hit by the smell of bread. Charlotte makes a sign for him to stay quiet, and feeds him with the bread and water.
“Please don’t misunderstand mama… She’s difficult to understand, but she cares deeply about me.”
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt extreme guilt when she waved her hand at him, and left the room. He’s stuck inside the same dark room again.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who woke up the next day with you already playing the violin again. The fire is started, and his joints are thanking the gods with how tired he was.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who got another smile from you, while you sauntered your way back to him. You grabbed his jaw again, your thumb rubbing his dry lips in mockery as he looked up with fear.
“You see, a little dove came to me… Asking me to let you go yesterday. I would like to refuse, but she insists.” You hummed, your eyes darting to his ears.
“She said… I can take one body part away from you as equal exchange. Then I’ll let you go.” You mumbled, before smiling and rubbing his left helix.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, whose screams could be heard as you forcefully cut his left ear using a dull blade to amplify the pain. When you’re done, you throw the severed ear inside the scorching fire. He’s fully sobbing now, blood is moving everywhere.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who saw you tear your own skin on your palm, before mixing your blood together. His crying got louder as you grinned at him.
“Now you have my blood in your system, healing you from the inside. What is so different between us now, Mr. Hunter?”
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who passed out from the stress, all he can hear is your laughter. He woke up with his ear already patched with bandages, and his arm burning. When he raised it up, there were clear words of ‘STAY AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER’, presumably carved with the same knife when he was unconscious. His shotgun is already broken into two pieces, his guess is you’ve stomped it to shreds. But he can see some food and clean water, mayhaps left by Charlotte herself.
ᛝ pre-yan! Vampire hunter, who felt something blooming in his heart. Fear, guilt, anger and sadness. Now all he wants to do is to thank the kid. And perhaps not get killed by her bat-shit crazy parent.
A/N : oh god writing this is so fun??? Batshit crazy, psycho YN is actually great! And for clarification, YN gives him blood to stop his infection and heal him. He wouldn't turn into a vampire, it's just a small quantity of blood. Special thanks to the anon that sends me the ask about yan! Vamp hunter and vamp! Reader
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It was one of those nights, the type where you spent every moment of your eternal life on your feet, jogging back and forth between customers.
Working at a cafe for monsters wasn’t terrible. If anyone asked, you would say it was a fun job with great perks.
The only problem you had was the pushy, rude customers that either wanted the manager or something inappropriate from you.
Thankfully, some of your regulars always stuck up for you when a situation got out of hand.
Especially him.
Standing at a little over 6 foot and with a muscular frame, his eyes always followed the sultry sway of your hips as you moved around the cafe.
Usually, he came in twice a day. Once in the morning for a black coffee and donut before work, and once at night for a protein shake and any pastries you had left to fuel up for the gym.
So when someone got rowdy, he was quick to run over and get up in their face. Tobias was that kind of guy, always ready to help.
You had no idea that he had a thing for you, and that’s why he was so defensive over his cute vampire barista.
To most it was obvious you were crushing on him like crazy too, but neither of you were aware of your shared love.
Most of the time you spent the day sighing wistfully, watching him from the register as he chowed down on your freshly baked pastries. He had a huge appetite after his workouts, so you decided to treat him.
Although today was relatively peaceful, the werewolf was still on edge, as if he could sense something was about to happen.
“Toby, something up?”
You walked over, placing a pastry in front of him. “Here, it’s on the house.”
Tobias looked up at you as if you offered him the world, taking the pastry into his hands carefully. The man loved his baked goods, and giving him something like this for free meant a lot more to him than you knew.
“Thank you… and it’s nothing, I just…”
His wolf ears perked up when the bell chimed, signaling someone had just walked in. A nasty looking monster walked in, his horrible body odor spreading through the cafe like a thick miasma.
None of that mattered to you, though. You politely greeted him, smiling as you gestures towards your menu. “Welcome, what would you like, sir?”
“Hey, toots. Black coffee and some of those bagels, stat.”
You blinked in surprise, about to say something before Tobias spoke up. “Don’t talk to her like that, she’s a lady.”
The werewolf was barely holding himself back from jumping up and beating the guy, he just wanted to keep the peace and make sure you weren’t mistreated.
“I wasn’t talking to you, was I, mutt? Now get ya ass back there and make me a damn coffee!”
He raised his hand, about to slap your ass before Tobias caught it mid swing. The sound of bones snapping filled the air, and Tobias began to shift right in front of you.
“I’m not mutt, and you should never even try to lay a hand on her, you hear me?”
The monster screamed, pulling back his scaley wrist in agony before running out the door, cursing the entire time.
“Wow… Toby, you saved me.”
Your cheeks heated up, and you smiled fondly at the man as his fur settled down. Slowly, his body shrank and he was back in his usual human form.
“That’s probably what had me on edge earlier, I could smell the bad vibes from a mile away.”
He sipped on his protein shake, his tail wagging while you smiled at him. Did you know how pretty you were, with your plump cheeks and twinkling eyes?
“I really appreciate it… is there anything I can do to repay you?”
His tail thumped against the booth he was seated in, and he swallowed as he looked up at you. “Well… I enjoy your baking… would you mind coming by my place and teaching me a recipe or two?”
It was clear he just wanted to spend time with you, the person he was crushing on, but you didn’t notice. “Oh, sure! I can come over after work.”
“Sure!”
“It’s a date!”
When he walked out, you sank behind the cash register, hands over your warm cheeks as you squealed.
It was kind of like a date, right? In your mind, he just wanted to bake with you, but to you it was a date!
Once you were home, you scoured through your closet, struggling to find something cute to wear that you thought Tobias might like.
After 30 minutes of trying on clothes and tossing them aside, you decided on something simple and comfortable to bake in that would also be appropriate for a possible date.
You stood outside his door, a parasol keeping the fading sunlight off of your skin. After knocking, you heard some rummaging before footsteps approached you.
Tobias answered his front door, wearing only a bag of sweatpants. Sweat dropped down his toned, tan chest and his tail picked up speed when his eyes met yours.
“Hey, sorry I’m still a bit sweaty from my work out. You smell- I mean you look nice.”
You were too busy staring at his glistening pecs to notice his slip of the tongue. “Ahh, thank you…”
He smiled, wiping his brow before stepping aside. “Come on in, I cleaned up the kitchen a minute ago!”
You bit back a laugh, spotting crumpled baking supplies sitting on the counter. Rolling up your sleeves, you got to work whipping up something sweet.
He hovered behind you, watching with great interest as you cracked another egg into the bowl. It was hard to concentrate when you could almost hear his warm blood rushing through his veins, only aggravated by his post workout scent.
You were definitely aroused, but tried to play it off… Tobias, however, knew your scent was off.
You yelped when he suddenly started to sniff at your neck, moving down your back. “T-Toby, what are you-“
He stopped, his cheeks reddening as he stepped back. “Sorry, I forgot that uh… that’s not normal for non-werewolves…”
He looked away shyly, scratching the back of his head. “You just… smell different.”
His tail wagged, and he tried his best to hide his boner as you continued. Tobias was truly a sweet guy with good intention, he was just a bit of a himbo.
The werewolf followed you around like an oversized puppy, his tail knocking over random objects in the kitchen. Although he was making a mess, you couldn’t help but find him cute. Getting to see him at home where he was comfortable felt like a treat to you!
The sexual tension was rising by the second, and you both felt your arousal growing. Tobias still hadn’t put on a shirt, but he was a little ditsy so you couldn’t blame him for forgetting.
“Hey…” Tobias called out as you put the pie in the oven. “Do you… wanna stay for a movie or something?”
Your eyes widened, and you looked over at the blushing werewolf. Although you wanted nothing more than to stay with him a little longer…
“Sorry, I have to feed tonight. If I don’t drink enough blood I get woozy.”
For a moment, Tobias looked disappointed, but suddenly his face lit up. “Just drink from me!”
Your undead heart leapt into your throat as you struggled to comprehend what he just said. There was no way Tobias knew how intimate it was to drink from someone else, you knew that, but it made your plump thighs tremble regardless.
“A-alright… I guess I can do that.”
He sat on the couch, looking up at you with those big blue eyes of his. “Is this an okay position?”
You nodded slowly, climbing into his lap. He blinked, smiling widely as you pushed his dark hair away from his neck. “Y-yeah, it’ll hurt for just a second…”
Your fangs extended, glinting in the faint light of his living room before you leaned forward to plunge them into his neck.
“F-fuck!”
His large hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his lap until you could feel the bulge in his pants.
Tobias let out a growl, your flustered expression unseen by the werewolf as he began to move you against his bulge.
“Sorry… just… got all worked up, you know?”
You continued to drink, and his tail wagged when he noticed you rocking your hips with him. When you were full, you pulled away and panted softly, blood dripping down your chin.
Tobias leaned forward and licked it off, his blue eyes cloudy with lust. “… how about you just stay the night?”
Neither of you were thinking much as you made the way to his bedroom, you were too busy locking lips. His tongue entered your mouth, and he pinned you against the wall.
“God, I’ve wanted this for a long time…” he said, staring down at you like a lovesick puppy. “You’re just perfect…”
“You… wanted me?”
All those days spent pining after him, wanting nothing more than to feel his muscular frame against your soft one… you could have had him all along!?
“Let’s not waste any time then!”
You surprised Tobias with your strength when you pulled him along to the bedroom, his ears flicking and tail wagging enthusiastically. He was just a needy puppy that was excited to have you all to himself!
Within seconds you were in nothing but the lingerie you picked out to wear underneath your clothes. Tobias’s cock strained against his sweatpants as he drooled.
“You look amazing… want…”
He sat at the edge of the bed, laying on his belly as he positioned his head between your legs. “Need…”
Tobias pulled the lacy fabric to the side, humping the bed like a desperate dog as he took in your pussy’s scent for the first time.
He lapped at one of your puffy lips, his pupils displaying before he buried his face between your thighs and began eating you out.
You bucked your hips tugging on his hair and moaning while he looked up at you with pussy drunk eyes. Tobias found the way you whimpered and tried to cover your face as he devoured your chubby pussy absolutely adorable.
His tongue moved over your swollen clit, stimulating it as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You could already see a wet spot forming on his sweatpants, knowing werewolves came a lot.
“Wanna… wanna mate…”
Tobias climbed up, panting as he pulled the waistband down and let his cock spring free. It was huge, pulsing, and twitching.
“T-Toby… I wanna mate with you too…”
You whimpered, feeling him press against you. The tip of his cock was already pressing into your cunt, and the stretch was… pleasant.
Your nails dug into his back, leaving long scratches in his thick skin. Tobias was stretching you out nice and slow, keeping one of his fingers on your clit.
“That’s it, that’s my little mate…”
He moved his hips at a moderate place, playing with your nipples and clit to stimulate you. You had the urge to feed, to bite down on him, and when Tobias noticed he leaned forward so you could sink your teeth into his shoulder.
The man was a werewolf, he could take some blood loss, and the idea of you biting and marking his body ruled him up.
“That’s it, mark me up… f-fuck, gonna stuff you full alright?”
Another growl rumbled in his chest and he lifted your hips so he could fuck deeper into you. “G-gonna breed you, okay? Gotta have my pups, you’ll give me a litter won’t you?”
Watching your pussy stretch around his cock, squeezing it when you came was enough to have the man groaning with pleasure. You pulled back from his neck to kiss him, letting your tongue twirl around one another before he turned you so you could lie on your soft belly.
Your face squished against the pillow, and now Tobias could properly mount his mate. His cock twitched inside you as your plump ass rippled with each thrust.
“Gonna cum!”
Tobias groaned out, completely lost in the feeling of your pussy. His seed spilled into your belly, filling you up completely.
He slumped over you, a low purring emanating from his body. When you started to move, he used his weight to keep you still.
“Don’t move… gonna knot you…”
Before you could ask, you yelped at the feeling of his cock swelling up inside of you. You could barely take it, panting softly as a bulge formed in your belly.
He cooed, rubbing the bulge before moving the toe of you into a better position. Tobias cuddled you from behind, leaving bites and kisses on your neck.
“Knotting… I forgot about that part,” you murmured. Do to having a crush on Tobias, you had done some naughty research into werewolf sex that involved a lot of porn and masturbation.
“Mmph, that's the best part… now we’re locked up for the next hour.”
The two of you ended falling asleep long before the swelling went down, and from then on you had yourself a boyfriend.
Work became even more fun… especially when no one was in the cafe.
“B-but what if someone hears us?”
“We’ll be quiet, it’ll be okay.”
You pouted, unable to deny your cute boyfriend when his tail was wagging and his cock was pressed against your dripping pussy. Sure, the cafe was empty, but what if someone walked in?
He fucked into you carefully, sighing as you tried your best to keep your eye on the door while peeking out of the bathroom. Tobias covered your mouth to muffle your moans, leaning down to nip at your neck and lick the marks he left.
“My good little mate, taking me so well… you’re all wet, getting excited at the thought of getting caught, huh?”
You bit your lip, letting out a needy whine as he groped your tits. “You’re insatiable, this is the third time this week…”
“Hey, I can’t help that I’m in rut, and when I smell you getting all aroused when I visit it gets me going!”
Tobias came inside of you, nearly making the two of you top over as he relaxed and rested his weight on you.
Now, you were stuck taking orders from customers who could smell the werewolf’s musky cum on you. It was embarrassing, and they wouldn’t look you in the eye.
“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?”
Tobias grinned as he drove you home after work, and it was hard to stay mad at your sweet himbo. “Can’t have any getting the wrong idea and trying to court my little vampire mate.”
You huffed, then laughed a bit when he gave you puppy dog eyes. “Yeah, I guess not.”
You never thought your crush would like you back, but now you had a great boyfriend and you couldn’t ask for anything better.
