He’s a busy man, your vampire. You wish he were home with you more often. But on the other hand, it does make his return that much sweeter.
He keeps himself well-fed, though he greatly prefers your blood to anything else.
When he comes home to you, he lifts you off your feet, spinning you and kissing down your neck until he finds the exact right spot that makes you shiver and roll your head to the side, offering him your life’s blood.
Blood and sex are intrinsically linked for him. No sooner do you nod your approval for him to drink from you than he has you flat on your back, fangs in your neck, with his rock-hard cock pressing against you.
After he’s had his fill of your body and your blood, he’s warm, soft. His favorite thing is to cradle you against his chest and listen as you tell him about your day.
Vampire Yandere who revels in his closeness to you, sight unseen. Just there, in the corner of your room, as close as he can be to your bed. He basks in your scent and the sound of your gently resting heartbeat. He drags a gentle hand across your delicate skin and you shiver in your sleep, but a small content smile never leaves your face. You're so used to him, in fact you've become reliant on his presence. He save you from the nightmares that plague you, the multitude of Eldritch and existential horrors that follow you into your dreams, but who can blame the heir to a hunter family for fearing what goes bump in the night?
Vampire Yandere who wonders what your father would think, from just one floor away, if he knew you cooed like that in your sleep for a monster. The hunters have gotten too lax in their security, if he could get into your room every night, so could someone else with worse intentions. They should be thanking him for standing guard. If they ever did manage to chase him off, it wouldn't be long before they begged him to return. Once the sleepless nights returned, and you wandered the streets, empty and restless, searching for your sense of home. He chuckles softly to himself as he indulges in the fact that you'd be completely lost without him, though you've never even met him.
Vampire Yandere who hopes that you would recognize him from presence alone and beg him yourself, beg him for all sorts of things. Do you see him in your dreams? Do you remember reaching out to hold his hand? Would it wake you if you reached out in your sleep and there was nothing to hold onto? No, he couldn't stand an hour away from you, he can never find these answers for himself. If anyone ever tries to take you away from him, then everyone has to die.
this is a little cliche but a female reader who comes across a vampire in an abandoned house while out exploring; they make passionate love on a fur rug in front of a fireplace; did sent DM about request🦇
-Oh yes yes yes. I know who you are. And ya know we love a cliche troupe every now and then. I did make reader a ghost hunter. Hope you enjoy!
Haunting Desire🏚️
GN!human reader x M!vampire
You stumble upon a vampire while ghost hunting.
-NSFW, passionate sex, minor explicit description
WC: 1,425
‼️MINORS AND AGELESS DNI‼️
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the abandoned mansion. It loomed over the hillside, its windows dark and gaping like empty eyes. Ivy crawled up the crumbling stone walls. To most, it was just another abandoned house, but to you it was a potential hotspot for paranormal activity.
The grand entrance doors creaked as you pushed them open. You couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement ripple through you as you stepped inside.
You had always loved ghost hunting, the thrill of the unknown drawing you to places most people avoided. You adjusted your flashlight and scanned the vast foyer, dust motes swirling in the beam. The air was thick with unspoken history.Your footsteps echoed, but there was something more, a presence that tingled along your skin.
“Curiosity is a dangerous thing, you know”, a deep, velvety voice echoed from the shadows.
 You spun around, heart pounding. Your flashlight landed on a figure lounging casually against the banister of the grand staircase. He was tall, impeccably dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothing, his pale skin almost glowing in the dim light. Crimson eyes watched you with curiosity.
“You’re not a ghost”, you whispered, half in awe, half in fear.
“No. I’m far worse”, he gave a slow, almost amused smile, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the moonlight.
For a moment, neither of you moved, as if frozen in time. You squared your shoulders, curiosity outweighing your fear.Â
A vampire. You had stumbled upon a fucking vampire. The realization should have terrified you, but instead, you felt a strange sense of curiosity and intrigue. He chuckled softly, the sound rich and inviting.
“You live here…?”, you asked, trying to sound braver than you felt.
 “I suppose you could call it that. I find it...peaceful”.
"You have an odd definition of peaceful", you muttered, glancing around the decayed grandeur of the mansion.Â
The air smelled of dust and something faintly sweet, like old roses. Your fingers tightened around your flashlight, though you weren’t sure what good it would do against a creature like him. The handsome vampire tilted his head, his crimson eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
 "And you have an odd sense of…adventure…breaking into abandoned houses in the dead of night", his voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was something else beneath it. Curiosity?
"I didn’t break in. The door was open", you swallowed hard, but forced yourself to hold his gaze.Â
"Ah", he mused, stepping away from the banister with slow, deliberate grace, "So, that makes it perfectly fine, then?"
You weren’t sure if he was mocking you or simply amused, but you didn’t back down.Â
"Well, no one’s lived here for decades…or so I thought".
He gave a small, knowing smile.
 "Not quite true", he flashed a charming smirk, "you’re not the first one drawn to this place, little one".
A chill ran down your spine, though whether from fear or something else entirely, you couldn’t say. He approached you, but kept his distance. You relaxed, just a little. He started to ask you some questions, seeming to try and get to know you.Â
You talked for hours. Your apprehension fading with every word. Despite his aloof demeanor, he was surprisingly open about his past. Centuries of solitude had made him wistful, longing for company he never dared to seek.You found yourself enchanted, not just by his unearthly beauty, but by the gentle loneliness in his voice. Eventually, the dawn threatened the horizon. With a regretful smile, he vanished into the shadows.Â
You stood there frozen for a moment, unsure of what exactly to do. A million thoughts raced through your mind at once. Your mind screamed for you to move, eventually your body listened. You managed to calmly make your way out of the house and back to your car.Â
Over the months that followed, you couldn’t stay away. You returned to the mansion repeatedly, finding the striking vampire waiting, always with a sly smile and a clever remark.
You both would share stories. You would tell him about the world outside, and he would tell you tales from centuries long gone. It was intoxicating, and before long, your dreams were filled with him, his hands, his lips, his whispered words.
Tonight was different, though. You arrived with your heart pounding for a different reason. The mansion was colder than usual, wind gently blew against the windows, but the foyer was aglow with firelight. Your immortal companion stood by the hearth, silhouetted by the flickering flames.
He turned as you approached, his eyes softening when he saw you. He greeted you, his voice a sweet caress. Unable to hold back, you quickly stepped closer, your pulse racing. You whispered, your fingers brushing his cheek. He leaned into the touch, his own hand covering yours, cold but gentle.
“You’re trembling”, he murmured, concern flickered in his gaze.
“No...it’s just...I need you”, you admitted, heat rising to your cheeks.
The room was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the fireplace, shadows dancing across the stone walls as the fire crackled softly. You stood near the fireplace, feeling the heat kiss your skin, but it was nothing compared to the way his gaze set you ablaze. The vampire moved toward you with a predatory grace, eyes smoldering with hunger. Not just for blood but for you.
His eyes darkened with desire, and he pulled you against him. His lips brushing over you in a tentative, almost reverent kiss. When you responded, deepening the kiss with a desperate need, he growled low in his throat and scooped you up, carrying you to the plush rug before the fire.
He traced his fingers down your arm, his touch impossibly cold against your flushed skin.Your breath hitched as he leaned in. His lips touched the curve of your neck, his fangs grazing just enough to make you shiver. You tangled your fingers in his dark hair, pulling him closer, daring him to take you completely.
His hands found your waist, gripping firmly as he pressed his hard cock against you. The feeling of the warm room laying against fur and his fluid movements made you dizzy with want. He kissed you fiercely. Lips claiming yours with a passion that bordered on desperation. You tasted the faint metallic hint of blood lingering on his tongue, a reminder of the danger that thrilled her to your core.
Clothes melted away between fevered kisses and whispered promises. His gaze raked over you before he traced the curve of your collarbone with his mouth.
You arched into him, your fingers trailing over his broad chest. With a low growl, he effortlessly lifted your legs, guiding them around his waist. When he finally slid his dick inside your throbbing pussy, it was slow and deliberate. It left you breathless. His name trembling on your lips in a broken moan. He fought to control himself. The warmth and tightness of your pussy nearly drove him insane.
His touch was both possessive and tender, his lips traced every inch of your skin with adoration. You met his touch with equal fervor. The firelight danced over your entwined forms. You scraped your nails down his back as he buried his face in your neck. He breathed you in like a lifeline while you breathlessly whispered his name like a prayer.
He fucked you with unhurried relentless passion. He savored every touch, every gasp, every quiver of your body beneath his. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world, made your heart pound wildly. You clung to him, urging him closer. Your bodies moved in a perfect rhythm.
You felt the familiar tightness in your stomach, you squeezed onto him. He gripped the rug, moaning in your ear. His movements now short and rough. He held you close to him as you wrapped your legs around him. You both came at the same time. You screamed his name as he nearly whimpered at how hard he came inside you.Â
When you both finally came down off your high, trembling and sated, the vampire held you close, pressing soft kisses to your hair. You lay wrapped in each other’s arms, the firelight slowly dwindling to embers.
“You’re mine now”, he whispered, more a vow than a question.
You smiled sleepily, pressing a kiss to his chest.
And as wind howled outside, the mansion was filled not with echoes of loneliness, but with quiet contentment.
Yandere Vampire who refuses to use compulsion on you, he needs you to genuinely reciprocate his emotions. But how could you? Turning gravely exaggerated his feelings, and it only took him one glance to be enthralled by you. He knew he would have to work at getting that same attention from you.
Yandere Vampire who day drinks alone at home, staring into a fireplace absentmindedly, waiting for night to fall so he could get to his work. He's too far off in space to enjoy his usual hobbies; all he can do now is brood and bide his time with a bottle of liquor that only barely dulls the edge.
Yandere Vampire who becomes your shadow, all but literally. He learns all he can while he agonizes over restraining himself from snatching you up. It would be all too easy, even easier to just dominate your mind and have you happily and mindlessly follow him home, but that's not love! As much fun as he knows he'd have with you as his pet, he wants so much more.
Yandere Vampire who struggles. He struggles to contain himself around you, pulling himself away periodically to collect his willpower. Panting and leaning against the wall in another room, he reminds himself that this is just his trial to prove to you that only he deserves you. Many strangers, whose eyes lingered on you a few moments too long, fell to satiate his urges and renew his resolve, all after you were safe and out of the way, of course.
Yandere Vampire who fantasizes about how he'll enter your life. A grand entrance? No, he doesn't want to overwhelm you. You don't know about the supernatural, and he's self aware enough to know he would just come off looking like some cocky freak. Naturally then, a "meet-cute" even! He could bump into you at the coffee shop and spark up a conversation about one of your many interests he has deep dived into to understand you better. He wants to skip right to whisking you away and treating you like royalty, but he can play the long game. Sure, why not!
Yandere Vampire who is spotted before he can react. Once again he was lost in thought, daydreaming about your perfect future together, but unfortunately for him this time he was in hostile territory - your room. He sees you see him and his stomach drops. You both freeze for a moment, reflecting each other's fear, before you instinctively let out a scream. No! All of the torment, all for nothing! The love of his life recoils from him in terror and the rejection stakes through his heart. He's not a monster, why can't you sense that in him the way he sensed you were made for him? Rage, sorrow, fear, it all bubbles inside him in a dizzying hysteria, and as he takes a step towards you the door to your room flies open. It's a loved one, coming to your rescue. Logically he knows that, he's even seen them before on recon, but right now in his confusion they're just an obstacle - a distraction. With one fluid motion he snaps their neck and they fall to the ground, and as he turns to you to resume his attempt to save the moment, the realization as to what he's done floods in through the empty pools of your eyes. He supposes he is a monster, how can he ever hope that you can look past that now...
