Vampires don't sleep during the day. You weren't sure why you believed that silly myth for childhood, but you did. You'd nearly jumped out of your skin the first time you saw Simon up and about right after sunrise. When he sees you, he grins at you with a deep predatory gaze.
"God, live for how your heart jumps when you're so scared." He groans, sniffing the air like he could taste your fear in the air. "Come here, pet." He beckons you closer, which you know better than to disobey.
"Aren't you supposed to be asleep? The sun -"
"You believe that old wives tale, love?" Simon leans back, studying your face with a slightly judgemental stare. "No wonder Laswell gave you to us. Can't think for yourself, can you?" You feel yourself flushing in embarrassment, looking away from him with a huff.
"I just thought -"
"Blood bags don't think, they bleed." Simon growls, the gravely tone that always makes you melt into him. Vampire mind control doesn't exist, John insisted it didn't, but you couldn't explain why their voices had such an effect on you. You instinctively bear your neck for him, whimpering in pain when he sinks his teeth into your veins.
"Simon, if it gets blood on the floor, you're cleaning up after it." John grumbles as he walks into the kitchen, stepping lazily around the two of you. You track him with your eyes, whimpering a little, but John just smiles at you. "He won't take too much. I'll get you some orange juice."
"Apple is its favorite. Told me itself." Kyle joins the kitchen for breakfast, grunting hungrily when his eyes land on you. "Mine turn next, Simon."
"Give it a rest first." Simon grunts after he seals your wound. He sits himself down, pulling your lax and dizzy body onto your lap. "Drink your juice, Y/N." He insists, though he doesn't give you much of a choice when he prods the cup against your lips.
do you ever see someone so attractive or do something so incredibly hot that your heart and chest actually physically ache? maybe it’s the heart skipping a beat idk
anyway, vampire simon who you have the fattest crush on, and when he has to feed himself? his eyes turn an amazing red shade, bright even in the dark, and he moves a hand to lift the bottom of his balaclava, sharp jaw free for your eyes to feast on (and you do)
the only problem? when you see the muscles in his jaw tick and twitch from drinking blood your heart skips a beat and your breath hitches in your throat
obviously ghost hears it, superhuman hearing and all, and his strikingly beautiful red eyes jump to you, gaze focused on your chest and then your throat with a lifted eyebrow, and you don’t know what to do with yourself so you just clear your throat and move away from the room
Since we're doing not only monster hc and now knights,
BRING FORTH THE HEAD CANONS FOR VAMPIRE!SIMON
Please and thank you ☺️
ohhhhhh anon you have opened a can of worms. first off, i have drawn vampire simon
so write that down. second, y'all are in for it
vampire simon, who lives through the events under the blood ocean but comes back... changed
vampire simon, who is diagnosed with sudden onset anemia by the station's medic
vampire simon, whose anemia isn't helped by blood transfusions or IVs
vampire simon, who is bedridden and only perks up when you visit
vampire simon, who's a lot more touchy than before he entered the sm-13. you chalk it up to the trauma of living through such a traumatic experience
vampire simon, who doesn't seem to sleep anymore (not that he did to begin with)
vampire simon, who cringes at the last remaining relics of christianity
vampire simon, who massages his gums more than usual
vampire simon, who begins to withdraw from you to an extreme extent. who barely talks to you anymore, who locks the door to his room when he knows you'll be visiting
vampire simon, who physically recoils when you finally make it into his room, whose canine teeth look a little sharper in the dim light
vampire simon, who yells and screams for you to leave. who tries to mask his fear with anger, but you see right through it
vampire simon, who relents and tells you that he's hungry. all. the. time. whose food rations turn to dust in his mouth and water goes right through him
vampire simon, who can't help but lean into the crook of your neck where your blood runs strongest
vampire simon, who audibly moans when you give your permission for him to bite you
vampire simon, who curls around your body, freezing skin growing warmer the more he drinks from your flesh
vampire simon, who hates himself for hurting you. who knows he's disgusting and a monster, but can't help how much he loses himself in your blood
vampire simon, who only manages to pull away when you tell him your limbs are going numb
vampire simon, who thanks you and apologizes profusely
vampire simon, who gets you water and food rations to replenish the blood he took from you
vampire simon, who stews in his own mind as you settle into his side and fall asleep
He feels his own breath catch, everything slowing down ever so briefly only to rush forwards again in ultra high definition technicolour. He can hear the rustle of Wille’s fingers tangling in the sheets, the soft pants of his breath as he waits in anticipation. Fuck, he can smell him. He can smell his sweat underneath his expensive deodorant, the spearmint gum he chewed in the car. He can smell his arousal, the precome already leaking out into his boxers and
Simon’s fangs grow longer in his mouth. Blood. He can smell all that blood pumping faster through Wille’s veins so close to the surface.
Read here on ao3 x
Special thank you to @sobadbad for sending me this lovely message & inspiring the return of Vampire Simon ☺️ & for making this gorgeous gifset which fits the fic perfectly 💜🫂
hi Ninaaaa, thank you so much for sending me this prompt 💜💜💜 from across the living room dkghkfdajhgfk 👀 since i kept saying it's high time for some vampire wilmon again <3
Hope you enjoy! 💜
cw: very slightly nsfw, vampires, wille pain kink if you squint
Wille has been wondering for a while now, has been thinking about it more and more, has dreamed about it once or twice. But it's now, with the two of them sprawled out on top of Wille's rumpled sheets, the post-orgasmic exhaustion making Wille's eyelids heavy and his inhibitions low, that the thought is especially present in his mind, familiar and suddenly weighing heavy in his throat.
Simon is propped up next to Wille, drawing circles into Wille's chest with one hand, his fingertips a welcome cooling sensation on Wille's heated skin. He slows above Wille's beating heart.
Wille swallows hard. Of course Simon hears. Of course he turns his head, dragging his eyes up, from Wille's chest to his face.
At once, the words are there, ready for Wille to draw out the thought.
"I- I think I want you to bite me," he rushes out, eyes darting between Simon's eyes and his mouth.
For a long moment, there's no sound, nothing but Wille's quickened pulse hammering in his ears. Simon's hand stills completely, stays where it was. He must be able to feel it.
A soft, cool breeze blows in through the opened window, the heavy curtain billowing, the candles on the bedside table moving gently. It rushes over Wille's body, raising goose bumps on the wet, sticky skin of his belly.
Finally, Simon unfreezes, tilts his head to the side, as if he's contemplating. Wille desperately tries to dim down small spark of hope inside of him.
"Aren't you afraid it'll hurt?"
Simon's expression in unreadable, a light frown, the same deep, dark eyes that make Wille squirm if he looks for too long.
Wille shrugs. He has thought about it. A lot. Simon is still staring, is trying to figure Wille out. Wille averts his eyes, feels the blood rushing towards his face. He moves his fingers to find a loose corner of the duvet and dig in, hoping to find some much-needed stability.
"I don't think I mind," he says, hears the waver in his voice and clears his throat. His eyes flit up to Simon, hoping he doesn't read into it.
But Simon isn't meeting his eyes anymore. Instead, he's fixating on somewhere below Wille's face, somewhere on his neck. The realization sends a tremor through Wille's body.
"You don't?" Simon's voice has dropped significantly.
Wille's heart responds immediately, picking up speed, as if it's trying to jump out, trying to meet Simon's waiting, cold palm. Wille likes the idea, likes the image. Something about it makes his breath hitch.
He shakes his head, tries to unstick his tongue from his palate.
"I don't." It's determined, but quiet, would maybe be too quiet for anyone other than Simon to hear.
But Simon hums. Then nods. His eyes still haven't moved and Wille's cheeks, his head, his neck feel hot with blood rushing to the surface.
It would be so, so easy for Simon to get to it.
Wille is a little surprised when Simon manages to tear his gaze away after all, manages to look up again, meeting his eyes. He swallows down the whimper that's trying to force its way out of his mouth at the sight of those eyes, dark, maybe darker than Wille's ever seen them. They feel heavy on his, feel like they're weighing him down, pinning him against the mattress. His stomach lurches at the thought.
After another moment of looking, of trying to see... something, Simon shifts, lifts his heavy palm off Wille's chest. Instead, he skims his fingers up Wille's arms, then urges him up the bed.
He moves slowly, but with purpose, only stopping once he's got Wille slightly propped up, soft pillows piled behind his upper body, lifting him up just so.
Wille forgets how to breathe when, slowly, carefully, almost without touching him, Simon climbs over Wille's body, comes to rest with his knees digging into the mattress by Wille's hips.
Wille's body is screaming for him to move up, to close the space between them, to get to feel all of Simon's weight, the solidity, the realness of his form. But he stays put, watches with bated breath how Simon runs his eyes up and down Wille.
Simon grabs the side of Wille's neck, comforting and gentle and cool and making Wille's skin burn up at the contrast. His thumb follows a line down the length of Wille's neck, pressing against his jumping pulse. Wille's eyes flutter closed.
When he blinks them open again, Simon is hovering right above Wille. If he doesn't think about it too hard, Wille's breath reflecting back towards him almost feels like it's coming from Simon's mouth. He licks his lips at the notion.
Simon sees, always sees, and, for the first time in what feels like forever, there's a small smile curling up the corner of his mouth. It takes what little oxygen is left in Wille's stuttering lungs right out of him.
"This is going to hurt," Simon says. He brushes over Wille's cheek once, barely there touch.
Wille nods helplessly.
"I know," he more breathes than says. He hopes it will.
Simon carefully lowers down, meeting Wille's body, all pressure, all resistance. It coaxes a quiet moan out of Wille.
Simon's smile widens.
"Is that why you want it?"
Heat rushes through Wille, sudden and violent. It's only now that he notices, now that Simon has got him trapped underneath him, now that Simon is right there.
Wille is hard, he's so painfully hard, trapped between their bodies. It's mortifying, it's- Simon shifts again, raises and lowers his lips so Wille can feel him, too. His cock presses up against Wille's crotch, just as hard, just as heavy.
It punches the truth right out of him. He nods.
Simon hums again, then dips his head to brush his nose against Wille's. Wille cranes his neck, tries to catch Simon's lips, hungry and thirsty and feeling horribly, horribly deprived. But Simon's hand is holding him down by the back of his neck, keeping him just far enough for Wille to be able to look down and catch a glimpse of Simon's sharp teeth, peeking out behind his lips. Wille helplessly tries to buck his hips against Simon's.
"Should've told me that," Simon mumbles as he moves away, down to where Wille wants him most. "I can give you that..."
Wille nods quickly, desperately. He immediately stops when Simon gives a gentle squeeze to his neck.
"I would love to give you that."
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I was thinking about this au again. The drawing also works as a roleswap, wich I think is kinda cool.
How Simon comes in the story:
-He never found the crown; him and Betty still ended up separated during the war but it wasn't intentional, and they weren't able to find each other again.
- He still finds Marceline and takes care of her, but he never leaves since he never got cursed.
- Marceline still becomes a vampire pretty much the same way she does in the show.
- Once, Simon went through a near death experience - 'cause it was still the apocalypse - and in a moment of despair Marcy bites him so he wouldn't die.
- They continued sticking together for a really long time. After Ooo started becoming a more liveable place, they were able to focus more on their individual lives, but they kept having a really close relationship and still saw each other regularly.
[ID: a digital fanart of Marceline and Simon from "Adventure Time". They're sitting on the floor and Simon is holding Marcy's face lovingly and she's hugging herself; Marcy looks scared, and Simon looks worried. The Ice King crown is on the floor next to Simon. Marcy has grayish blue skin and white hair. Simon has gray skin, pointy ears and fangs.]
