#Vampire fanfic

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Devoured

Gojo Satoru x Vampire!reader

CW: Shameless smut, dub con, yandere gojo, rough, violence, blood play, knife play, cursing, degradation, praise, female anatomy. MDNI. Reader is on the prowl when she runs into a certain white-haired sorcerer.

Halloween was your favorite day of the year.

It was the one day that you could truly be yourself, no hiding who you were. Or what you were. People dressed up in costumes of characters they love, dressing up to show off their looks, or pretending to be monsters. Little did they know that real monsters walk among them every day, monsters like you.

You’ve been alive in this world for over one hundred years, lying low and usually strictly drinking from animals to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Recently, you’ve been craving more. During this day and age, it was easy to find willing human participants. Vampires were popular in many cultures; you had found numerous sites and fandoms that craved to be fed from. At first you refused to engage with that community, but curiosity and gluttony got the best of you. You could never deny that human blood was divine.

Which is why you were sitting in a crowded bar on Halloween, waiting to meet a man that you met through social media. He begged and pleaded to meet a real-life vampire. You sat at the bar, waiting for the man to show up but he was running late, and you were running out of patience. You had already had numerous shots, the bar tender had wanted to cut you off 4 shots ago, but you convinced him you were more than capable of handling your liquor. Your mind was starting to get hazy. People swayed and danced to the music around you, laughing and giggling while showing off their attire.

It would be so easy.

They were easy prey, their sweet blood reeked with alcohol and drugs, not that you minded. It would still be a delicacy even if it was tainted. You scoffed to yourself, the alcohol clouding your judgement while you looked around the room, assessing each person in the bar. The cute woman dressed like a slutty cat would be a piece of cake, you could get her back to your house with a few charming words and a couple more shots in her system. Or maybe you should take home the cute bartender, who has not so subtly been eyeing you up and down since you sat at the bar.

You continued scanning the bar until you saw a white-haired man sitting on the other side of the bar, staring back at you. He lounged on the couch, taking up as much space as physically possible. One of his strong arms draped on the top of the couch and a drink in his other hand. His long legs were spread open wide, almost as if he was inviting you to sit between them.

You laughed, trying to shake off the urge to approach him but the intensity of his gaze drew you to him. He was handsome, with sharp features, beautiful hair, and clear porcelain skin. He wore an expensive looking suit, perfectly tailored to fit his muscular build, and showed off his toned arms. His most notable feature was his eyes. In all your years, you’ve never seen anyone with eyes that blue, they looked like diamonds that were floating in the ocean. They bore a hole through you, fixating on you alone.

When you were human, he would have made you nervous, too shy to attempt to talk with him. Now, you finished another shot, smoothed out the tight mini dress that clung to your body and swayed your hips as you walked toward him. He gave you a wicked smile, watching every step you took. You sat down on the couch next to him, crossing your legs seductively. His gorgeous eyes trailed up and down your body, stopping at where your fingers were playing with the end of your dress.

“What are you supposed to be?” You questioned.

His smile grew and he leaned in and whispered, “A killer”.

You smirked and nodded; he was not what you were expecting. He bit his bottom lip while he looked you up and down once more.

“Based off how you are dressed, you must be a model.” His voice was playful and flirtatious. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at his pickup line.

“Not quite.” You gave him a sweet smile, showing off your fangs.

“Oh, you’re a vampire?”

“You’re handsome and smart.” You ran your tongue over your teeth before scooting closer to him. He smelled very sweet and enticing, the scent made your mouth water. “Are you here alone?”

“I am. I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be by yourself as well. Are you waiting for someone?”

He sipped at his drink before setting it down on the table. He turned his body towards you and rested his arm above the couch around you, his fingertips grazed your shoulder. His scent overwhelmed you as he got closer to you. The temptation to devour him right then and there grew with each second you spent in his company.

“What? Are you stalking me?” You asked him and laughed, playfully slapped his chest, lingering a moment to feel his heart beating in his broad chest. The sound of each thump of his heart echoed in your head like a drum. You could barely hear yourself think over its constant pounding.

“Yeah, I am. I’m a killer, remember?” He broke out in a mischievous smile. You laughed again, throwing your head back and dazzling him with a beautiful smile.

“How could I forget? I was waiting for someone, but it seems like he stood me up.” You pretended to pout, even though you were glad that the vampire fanatic you were supposed to meet didn’t show up. The thrill of picking up and seducing this man, tricking him into coming home with you, was amazing. It was like a game of chess, you made slow and strategic moves to get closer and closer to taking the prize.

“He’s an idiot for not showing up for a gorgeous woman like you. I’m Satoru. Let me buy you a drink.”

Pawn to E5.

You gave him your name and accepted his offer. He flagged down a waitress and ordered the two of you drinks. You made small talk with him, exchanging flirtatious quips back and forth. Every few minutes you would move closer to each other, you let your leg rest against his while his hand rested on your knee. His touch was hot against your cool skin, the feeling made you clench your thighs together. His other hand played with a strand of your hair absentmindedly.

Knight to C6.

You adjusted your dress, pulling at the bust, making your breast slightly bounce and grab his attention. He bit his lip while he watched you, eating you up with his gaze. The hunger and lust in his eyes was evident; he made no attempt to hide his desire for you.

Knight to D4. This is too easy.

The waitress returned with your drinks and the two of you talked and drank for some time. Slowly his hand moved up your thigh, pulling you a little closer to him. He gave you his undivided attention, smiling and making you laugh, it was clear that this wasn’t the first time he’s picked up a woman from a bar. He was charming and playful but there was an edge to him too. Underneath the smile and his good looks, you sensed something dark within him.

“So sweetheart, how about you and I get outta here?” He propositioned you, his fingers sliding underneath your dress and dangerously closer to your core. You imagined how those fingers would feel inside you, slipping in between your wet folds, while the taste of his sweet blood lingered on your tongue.

“You have no idea.” You reached out and played with the collar of his shirt, giving him a wide smile that showcased your sharp fangs.

Checkmate.

You arrived at his penthouse after a cab ride filled with light petting and teasing. When he opened the door, you were blown away. His apartment was filled with expensive paintings, exquisite furniture and completely spotless. The minute you stepped in you were overwhelmed with the scent of him all around you. Your excitement grew, an ache spreading in your stomach.

He shut and locked the door before pulling you against him with a firm grip on your waist. His soft lips ghosted yours, only millimeters from your own.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?” He whispered, one of his hands drifting down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You smirked and looked up into his eyes, trying to read him.

“Looking for me? Or just a beautiful woman to take home?” You teased him and ran your fingers up and into his soft hair. He groaned when you took a handful of his locks into your hand, gently pulling his head to the side so his neck was exposed to you. The drumming of blood pumping through the veins in his neck put you in a trance. His laugh shook his body, and the playful aura that was around him seemed to dissipate.

He grabbed your face by your chin, redirecting your focus to his lips as they crashed into yours, hungrily moving with yours. The grip on your ass tightened and held you flush against him. His leg slipped between your legs and his thigh rubbed against your core. The muscles in his thigh tensed when you ground your hips against him.

The feeling of your swelling bud pressed against him made you moan, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. He tasted sweet with a hint of alcohol. It was intoxicating. His wet tongue wrestled with yours, skimming over your fangs but not hard enough to pierce him.

He picked you up and carried you through the apartment with ease. His large muscles rippled underneath you, while he moved toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. You clung to him and kissed him passionately. The taste and feeling of him mixed with the alcohol made your head swim.

He threw you onto his mattress and climbed on top of you. His legs straddled your hips, and one of his large hands held both of yours about your head, pinning you down. He looked down at you, his eyes clouded with lust.

“No, I’ve been looking for you little vampire.” He used his free hand to undo his tie, wrapping the fabric around your wrists, binding them together with a tight knot. He leaned back onto his heels, looking over every inch of you. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers up your spine. You were starting to wonder which one of you was the predator, and which one was the prey.

His hand push the bottom of your dress up revealing your white lace panties underneath. He groaned at the sight of the damp fabric, leaning down close to place his lips against them, lapping at the slick that saturated them. You moaned and arched your back as you felt his tongue lick against your cloth covered pussy, leaving you wanting more.

Satoru inhaled your scent, burying his face against your core, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Fuck, I didn’t expect you to be so sexy. What a shame.” He mumbled to himself before getting off the bed and undressed down to his boxers. His body was impeccable, with a sculpted, and wide chest and broad shoulders with rippling abs that lead down to his long, and thick cock that stood erect. He opened his nightstand and a long, sharp knife emerged from the drawer and he twirled it in his hand skillfully.

You let out a laugh. “What are you going to do, kill me?”

He laughed along with you while circling the bed, moving closer to where your head rested. He stopped and pulled you to the edge of the mattress, letting your head hang off the side. The cold blade run up the column of your neck slowly, threatening to break the skin. It excited you, thrilled you, yet it made you nervous.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” His voice was sweet and warm but his look was dark and cold. He scrapped the knife down to the strap of your dress. He swiftly slipped the cold steel under the strap and cut through it, repeating this action on the other strap. He pulled his boxers down, letting his cock slap against his stomach.

You were getting impatient, wanting to get to the part where you drank him dry while his massive cock filled you up. You opened your mouth wide and looked up at him with pleading eyes. He smirked and stroked his length over you, little beads of precum leaking at the tip.

“So eager, such a little whore. Don’t even think about biting me, little vampire.” He punctuated his statement by pushing his tip into your mouth. The taste of him, both salty and sweet, bloomed on your tongue. He threw his head back and moaned shoving himself deeper and into your throat. His hand wrapped around your neck while he rested the blade against your skin.

He was rough and brutal, fucking your face with abandon, chasing his own high. His aggressiveness made you soak your panties, wishing your hands were free to touch your needy pussy. You breathe through your nose while he kept a consistent pace in and out of your mouth, drool coating his cock and running down your face.

“Fuck. You’re making me second guess this. Maybe I should keep you around after all.” He grunted, his voice breaking a little with every thrust. You tried pulling away from him, something inside you told you to run. He held you down, keeping you from getting away from him. He was strong, intimidatingly strong.

You pulled against the tie wrapped around your arms until it tore, freeing your hands. You pushed back against him hard sending him crashing against the wall behind him. You made a break for it, climbing out of the bed and running to the door. Before you could open it, he threw you against it, your chest slamming into the wood. He pressed himself against you hard, caging you in.

“What the fuck Satoru!” You yelled and tried to push him off you, but he didn’t budge. He was stronger and faster than any other human you had met.

“I told you kitten, I’m a killer. Some people aren’t too happy to have you hanging around town and they sent me after you. I thought it would be harder to get you back here, but you just threw yourself at me willingly.” You felt his chest rumble with a deep laugh, while a hand slipped into your panties, tracing your slit lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll still give you what you came here for though.”

A moan ripped through your chest when his finger pushed past your entrance, reaching deep inside you. The palm of his hand pressed against your clit, making your legs shake, pleasure coursing through your body.

“You’re so wet, you want this don’t you?” He whispered with his lips pressed into your ear. You placed your palms flat against the door with the intent to push him away from you again, but the feeling of his finger pumping into you stopped you. He dragged his finger along your walls, reaching that spot that made you grind your hips down into his hand.

“You can try to kill me all you want, but you won’t succeed.” Your voice was breathy, not coming off nearly as menacing as you wanted it to.

He slipped another finger into your tight hole, spreading you open and rutting into you harder. You moved your hips in time with his movements, riding his fingers, the fire building in your core. You needed him in every way.

You body tensed as he pumped faster, your pussy squeezing him as you quickly approached your orgasm. Just as you were about to reach your high, he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards the bed. You hit his chest as hard as you could, but he was unfazed. It was like you completely missed somehow even though you felt your fist make contact with him.

“You can’t hurt me baby, not unless I want you to.” He pulled you back onto the bed and pulled your panties down your legs. He bundled them and sniffed them, breathing in the smell of your arousal. You smiled, baring your fangs at him, but he only smirked.

“You know what I am, now what are you? You’re not normal.” You asked him hesitantly as he crawled onto the bed closer to you. His hands rested on your knees and spread them wide, exposing your dripping pussy. He leaned down to nuzzle his tongue into your warmth.

His hot, wet muscle lapped up your juices, and your eyes fell back as you savored the sensation. The sound of his deep, guttural moan made you clench and ache more. Bright, blue eyes watched as you thrashed and moaned under his touch. He used his thumbs to spread you open while he gently sucked on your bud. Your legs tried to snap shut from the stimulation, but his large frame forced them open. You hissed through your teeth when his fingers slipped back into you, while he lapped and sucked on your sensitive clit. The bed shifted as he started rutting his weeping cock into it, desperately seeking some friction to soothe the throbbing ache in his balls.

“So, you’re some sick vampire hunter or something?” You whispered between moans, barely able to form coherent words while he ravished you like it was his last meal. He slapped your thigh hard, before pushing your legs back, pressing them down against the bed, folding you in half. He loomed over you, imprisoning you under him.  

He smiled down at you, another sweet and deceiving smile. You reached a hand up and wrapped it around his neck, squeezing slightly, trying to take control. He allowed you to hold him still, looking down on you expectingly.

“Well, are you going to try to kill me little vampire? Before I fuck you dumb?” His smile widened.

You ran your hand up into his hair and pulled him down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. You mumbled against his lips, “No, I’ll kill you after”.

He suddenly slammed his cock into you, impaling you on his long cock. The intrusion made you gasp and throw your head back in ecstasy. He didn’t wait for you to adjust before rutting into you harshly. The sound of your slick glazing his cock and skin slapping skin was barely audible over your loud moans.

You kissed him again, opening your mouth to let him in. He groaned into your mouth before his tongue brushed against yours. You waited until the right moment, then quickly bit down on his tongue, drawing blood.

The sweet taste of his blood flooded your mouth as you kissed him and sucked gently at the wound. You were gone, drunk with pleasure and the taste of him coating your throat. He thrusted into you hard, the force pushing you further into the bed. He kissed you passionately, as if he was consuming you just like you were consuming him.

Next, you bit his lip, puncturing his soft skin. Blood trickled down his chin while you drank from him. He groaned and pounded into you faster, the grip he had on one of your legs tightened, spreading you wider. You moaned with every punishing thrust of his hips, his hot skin burning you up.

He broke the kiss and slowly pulled out of you, his eyes glued to the sight of his hard length, shimmering with your arousal, sliding out of your tight pussy. You whimpered at the loss of his touch. He laughed under his breath and sat with his back against the headboard. His oceanic eyes stared at you while he stroked himself.

“Come here little vampire. You’re going to ride me and beg me to fuck you like the whore you are.”

You wiped your mouth, and crawled up the bed to him seductively, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hovered over the tip of his cock, rubbing it through your folds.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this just as bad as I do, Satoru. Does it turn you on when I do this?” You trailed kisses down his jaw and to his neck, stopping above his pulse point. You pressed your lips against the soft drumming of his heartbeat. You had him right where you wanted him, pliant and offering himself to you. Some killer he was.

Your sharp fangs penetrated his skin, and you drank greedily from his coursing vein as you sank down onto him. A load moan slipped past his lips and your eyes fell shut in bliss. He held you against him, opening his neck up to you, but not allowing you to move on top of him. You were crazed, needing to feel his cock bullying your needy hole, while his taste satisfied your hunger.

“Yeah, but you didn’t beg sweetheart. Don’t make me kill you before you finish, I can feel how badly you want to cum.” He sighed and rested his head against the headboard. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of you feeding off him, his mind was clouded with euphoria. He didn’t imagine it would feel this good, it took every ounce of self-control he had to prevent himself from rutting his hips up into you. The fluttering of your cunt around his aching cock made him groan in agony and need.

With each second that passed, you expected him to grow weaker and faint as you drank more and more of him. You planned to drain him until he was weak enough to release his hold on you, freeing you to bounce on his cock as much as you wanted. That moment never came, his grip even tightened when you tried to wiggle and hump him. At the rate you were feeding from him, he should be out cold or worse.

You were almost full, and he was still trapping you against him with a smile on his face.

“You can’t kill me kitten. Drink to your little hearts content, I can heal myself faster than you can drain me.” His voice brought you out of your trance. Your eyes flew open, and you pulled back, blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. You stared at him, watching the trickle of blood from his wound slow and then come to a halt, the wound closing almost instantly. You froze, trying to understand what was happening. Trying to figure out what he was, who he was.

“Now beg for me.” He stared back at you through white dusted eyelashes while he rolled his pelvis against you once, teasing you.

Your mouth fell open, the fire in your core burning hot again.

 “Please, just…please fuck me.” You mumbled, feeling defeated.

He fucked up into you, his cock spreading you wide. The power of his thrust made your breast bounce and jiggle in his face. He let your hips go, electing to rip the remainder of your dress, leaving you completely bare on top of him. You ground clit against him while he pushed himself as deep as your body allowed him to.

“Shit, that’s too deep.” You breathed out.

“Too fucking bad. You got what you wanted, now it’s my turn.” He slurred, while he took your soft breast in his hands. He roughly fondled them, rolling your erect nipples through his fingers. You moaned and leaned into his touch. He was the only thing your mind could focus on, even when you should be trying to figure out how to run away from him.

“This pussy is so sweet, you feel so good.” He moaned, pounding harshly into you. It took your breath away. You hung your head back, your muscles tensing as you felt yourself being blinded by your orgasm. Your legs shook and your cum covered his abdomen and legs as you came.

He smiled up at you, watching your hazy eyes droop down. He pumped into you faster, sweat running down his forehead, your pussy sucking him in as your climax rippled through your body.

“Such a slut, cumming all over your assassin’s cock. Look at you, a vicious monster, drooling on my cock. Too dumb to run away and too weak to kill your victim.” He grunted and wrapped a large hand around your neck, and his other hand grabbed your hip.

He lifted you up and down his twitching member as if you weighed nothing. He fucked you vigorously, driving his hips up into your overstimulated pussy while he brought you down on him. You cried out, his tip slamming into your cervix. He watched where the two of you were connected, gazing at your cum covering both of you and his cock disappearing into your tight cunt. The image of him plunging himself into you while you babbled and gasped made his balls tighten.

His abs tightened as he threw his head back, pumping you full of his hot, sticky cum. He moaned as he came, you couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous he looked, overtaken with lust and pleasure. He let out a shaky breath and released your neck. You sat on top of him while both of you caught your breath.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the glint of the knife on the other side of the bed. Quickly, you leaped for the weapon, but he was faster, kicking you back and off the bed. You landed on the floor with a thud, the impact knocking the wind out of you. As you tried to get up you noticed he was already standing over you. He kicked you in the side, rolling you over on to your back. You scrambled to get up, swinging at him, but he smoothly dodged your attack.

It was now or never. You pushed yourself up and bolted for the door, the human blood giving you extra strength. You ripped the door open and ran for the exit. Just as you unlocked the door, as the doorknob turned and you were almost free, his hand hit the door, forcing it shut again.

“You’re not going anywhere. I have changed my mind though.” His voice was playful and light.

You turned around to face him, pressing yourself against the door to create as much distance from him as possible. He looked down on you, his hair covering one of his otherworldly eyes, a smile gracing his face.

“Don’t look so scared, I decided I’m not going to kill you.”

You waited for a sense of relief, but it never came.

“No, I’m going to keep you here and lock you up. You can do whatever you want in the penthouse and in exchange you’ll take care of the place. You can even spend my money on whatever you want.” He paused, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “What do ya say?”

You shook your head, fear prickling your skin.

“Hmm, too bad. You don’t really have a choice.” He kissed you again, his arms blocking you in.

“You’re mine now, little vampire.”

--This was so much fun to write, thinking about making it a series. please let me know what you think, I love getting comments from you guys. Reblogging helps spread my work. Thank you for reading!

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alluring. [vampire!aemond targaryen x reader]

this was a daydream i had. blame twilight.

this might possibly be a series? i dunno yet...

summary: she knew his secret...

warnings: vampires, twilight au, mentions of feeding, making out, outrageously short i apologize, bad writing.. oops.

She gasped as his cold lips pressed against her warm skin. He trailed kisses from her temple to her cheek just before he captured her lips in a searing kiss.

It was heated and passionate. It almost felt forbidden, which, in a way, made it, and him, all the more enticing… addicting.

She gasped his name against his lips as he used his strength to pull her onto his lap. Her thighs parted, capturing his waist between them and her hesitant hands reached for either side of his statuesque face.

Everything about him scared her but it allured her in a way that she couldn’t explain. His very being invited her. And though he had spent his existence ignoring each and every woman that threw themselves at him, it was only she who captured his attention, who drove him mad the way only she could.

He kissed her hungrily, but she felt as if he held back – as if he didn’t want to hurt her or lose control. And she understood why.

He tried to pull away, but with her hands cupping his sculpted cheeks, he didn’t get very far. He whispered her name against her lips, against her kiss. “Stop,” he said, but she was relentless.

He knew his strength and she felt it in his touch. But despite this, he didn’t push her away. He gently whispered her name again, this time pleading.

“It’s okay,” she said in a hushed tone, finally pulling away from his lips. With her hands still holding his head, she stared into his eye – the pupil swallowing the violet hue whole. He was holding his breath as he looked into hers. “It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t.

She saw him swallow and, in his eye, she saw the conflict. His desire for her and his need to protect her fought against each other, and she wasn’t sure which side would win.

“I’m not scared,” she told him though her trembling hands gave her away. “I know, okay? I know.”

He didn’t say anything as he fought his internal war. His hands sat at her waist, and he knew with a single move he could shatter her. He knew he was dangerous. He knew what he was… and so did she.

So why didn’t she care?

Why wasn’t she afraid?

She said his name again as she leaned in. He tilted his chin forward as if to capture her lips once more, but instead, she bared her neck to him. He said her name, sternly, angrily – as if he had been offended that she’d even consider this.

“I know,” she said again. “It’s okay.”

She shuddered as his cold lips pressed against the warm delicate skin of her neck. She felt his teeth graze the skin and she held her breath in anticipation.

“I can’t,” he told her.

“I trust you,” she said. Her tone more confident than before. “I’m not scared, Aemond.”

He could hear her heartbeat and see her pulse. His gentle hand cradled the side of her head as he felt a side of him subside as the other was victorious.

“You should be,” he answered, but he could no longer control himself as he sunk his fangs into her neck and allowed her warmth to consume him.

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[marilynthornhilllover]

Hi, Can I have a request on "strict mommy!Morticia addams" x reader?

Darling can I be your favorite?

mommy!Mortica Addams x fem! reader

Warning: smut , indecent language , reader being a brat , punishment , dress code restrictions , spanking , vampire kissing method , slight drawl of blood , praise kink , degradation kink , choking kink , spitting kink , pet names in French , slight hair pulling , finger teasing , fingering , orgasm denial , mommy kink, slight tiny after care.

You and mortica's relationship was very photogenic - meaning that no matter what aspect you looked at it from, you will always find something absolutely breathtaking. You and mortica were completely inseparable, your love for each other was as strong as European poison.

You and mortica had been married for two years, today marking your 3rd year anniversary together. Mortica had already planned something of her style for you. Today was your day and she's gonna make sure that you enjoy it to the best of your ability.

She first insured that Wednesday went to a teens camp far away where she wouldn't be able to ruin anything, and that pugsley went to golf practice with his father.

The morning started off great with soft neck kisses, breakfast in bed, and a warm bubbly bath.

You were preparing yourself in your shared bedroom as mortica also prepared herself in the bathroom. You had picked a skin tight maroon dress with an open back and slit sides to wear to dinner but you hadn't confirmed it with mortica - matter of fact you haven't even told her you bought it and had planned to wear jt.

When you were both newlyweds she'd never allow you to wear inappropriate clothing out of the house or atleast when she's not around. But that was a long time ago, maybe she'd allow it since it was after s special occasion and plus she's gonna be right there by your side.

You pulled your dress, pulling it down your legs alittle as you tried fixing the slits at the side. you hadn't even noticed that the raven haired goddess was staring at your body through the mirror. You felt her gaze burning through you, averting your eyes to hers she emerged from the shadows, her heels clicking with every step that she took.

You smiled at her, which she returned but it was a far cry from what she was thinking. Maybe seeing you in a dress like this for the first time without warning did something to her. Her hands gently snaked their way around your hips towards your abdomen giving it a slight squeeze pulling your body towards hers.

She let out a sigh while maintaining eye contact in the mirror.

" this dress is a bit short no?" You chuckled before turning in her arms. Her freshly washed hair engraved with rosemary and lavender from her shampoo plus her perfume were both intoxicating, and the way she looking at you made you want to lose you sanity.

" Yes but I can wear a stocking under it" you replied only this time she chuckled. Her eyes were always dark and showed no emotion but something about you wearing this dress in public set them ablaze as something more than lust and desire swirled around in them.

" your not wearing this dress y/n" it's not that mortica was the jealous type but she was very protective when it comes to property that's hers. It's not something that you hated, just something you tried to avoid. Too be honest there was nothing totally wrong with the dress, no excessive cleavage was being shown just your back and half of your thighs were exposed to human eye.

But for mortica that was way too much skin. Not that she didn't want you to dress up, for some things are for only her to see.

" Oh come on mortica, please, I mean tonight is our night" you spoke in a voice that usually gets under her skin, hoping that this time it would But tonight mortica was standing on business. But so were you.

" y/n I said no, now go change into something else, maybe the dress I bought you for your birthday last year" she quirked her eyebrows when you rolled your eyes but chosed to ignored it, she had no time for foolishness or else she'd have to pay a fee for being late to the reservation.

She released her arms from your body before proceeding to walk back towards the bathroom.

" I'm not changing anything, im wearing my dress as it is" you muttered under your breath fixing your hair. You didn't expect mortica to hear what you said, you barley spoke, it was as if you whispered but of course she heard. She's mortica Addams.

Mortica stopped in her tracks before slowly turning around to face you. She felt her lips curve into a sly smirk before her feet took her back to where you were standing. Swiftly she grabbed a fist full of your hair and tugged on it, you whined as your back arched onto her.

" that you hated them" you whispered noticing how much power she held in her eyes.

" what did I say about brats darling" her voice was smooth and sultry as her hot breath tickled your neck. Her grip only got tighter every second that you waited to answer. You groaned before making eye contact with her in the mirror as your hand held the one that she had in your hair.

" and what else?" She asked pulling harshly on your hair again demanding an answer. You squirmed as you could already feel how damp your panties were becoming.

" f-fuck but you love punishing them, tish please" mortica laughed as she released your hair, shoving you up against the wall, her thigh pressing against your clothed center.

" begging already ma chérie?" She asked in a deep husk voice, Feeling as her knee shifted against your clit while her hand found it's place around your neck squeezing gently. You bit your bottom lip staring into her eyes. She chuckled darkly before her lips connected with yours in a deep and meaningful kiss.

The kiss was Passionate at first causing mortica to take a further step by biting your bottom lip causing you to moan into her mouth giving her the perfect entry to slip her tongue into your mouth. You were already breathless for this woman, completely on your knees and at her mercy, ready to obey and work like a slave just to impress her.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue flicking against yours in a war like manner, it was clear that she was the dominant one, the mommy.

She pulled away from the kiss dragging your bottom lip along with her, causing you to let out a needy whine but it was already obvious that you won't be getting what you truly desired from her, after all this was a punishment. Hearing your Ridiculous cries for pleasure must have set of something in her, because it just added fuel to the fire.

She pulled on your lip a little more drawling blood, you winced pulling away from her completely as you gently bit down on the opening to seize the bleeding. Mortica smiled before sighing. She turned around and walked away from you before proceeding to sit down on the edge of the bed.

She clasped her legs at the ankle and sat elegantly, her perfectly toned legs and pretty face always did a number on you. And God you loved everything about her.

" crawl to me darling" she whispered her voice laced with pure lust. You breathed a slow chilling breath shuttering at the way her eyes ran over your body. The way her eyes gazed upon your body made your knees weak. Now you knew why gomez couldn't handle all of this. She was too much to handle in the bedroom.

" did I stutter? Or are you choosing to disobey me even more?" Her tone of voice was very Authoritative and her eye contact burning through you wasn't helping. She shook your head, a silent ' no ' before you slowly got down on your knees. you began to crawl towards her, still maintaining the soul snatching eye contact.

Her dark eyeliner and eye shadow, allowed her siren eyes to appear more vividly providing her with the most perfect, what people say " hawk eyes".

Arriving at her feet, completely at her mercy you looked away, who dared you?.

She grabbed your jaw and held your chin in her grasp firmly, not giving you the chance to look away.

" you were always such a good girl for mommy.... what happened?" You knew it was a rhetorical question, so you didn't answer but something in you told you that you should have. Her grip on your jaw tighten before she leaned in towards your face.

" when i tell you to do something you fucking do it, am I understood?" God.... the way she holding you, looking at you, speaking to you was enough to take you out. Her tone was very Orotund. You swallowed heavily, you could hear yourself breathing hard.

" Yes mommy" you replied and she smirked. But you should have know that something else was coming behind that smirk.

" good girl" she whispered beside your ear as she hesitated to nibble on it. You heard her chuckle darkly before she released a long frustrated sigh. You thought nothing of it until you felt a strong grip in your hair pulling your head back a little forcing you to look up at her.

" now your gonna bend over mommy's lap and allow her to punish you right baby girl?" You nodded and she smiled, running her tumb along your lips in a soothing manner, you opened your mouth and took her fingers in. Mortica gasped but only returned you a dirty look. She pressed her tumb flat against your tongue, a silent request to leave your mouth open.

She pursed her lips and spat in your mouth, slowly watching as her Saliva dripped into your mouth and drizzled on your tongue as if it was honey. Smirking she spoke up again.

" swallow" again you obeyed before getting up and bending over her lap. You felt as her warm hands caressed your inner thighs before pushing your dress up your ass. She massaged your butt cheeks for a while, preparing you for what was too come.

Suddenly a loud spank came down on your left ass cheek. You cried out as you clung onto the duvet.

" count for me ok?" You nodded. She spanked you again, your eyes rolled have as you tried to ignore that pain as best as possible. You could hear her deep voice above you, smoothing and comforting.

" 1 " you spoke, voice already becoming hoarse.

" such a good girl for mommy" she replied before her hand came down again with another blow, gentle rubbing the area for you.

" f- fuck 2," you spoke, but she went even rougher now. She moved towards the other cheek and spanked it, hand snaking its way between your thighs and upwards towards your core, finger tips gently brushing against your clit.

" fucking slut, disobeying mommy's commands, I had something so special planned for us and now we're going to be late hmh?" Another spank was giving. At this point your eyes were slightly puffy as tears started flowing from them. And Mortica was already proud of her work.

She slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt before swiftly removing them, your hips pushed back in attempt to chase her fingers but another blow came down on your ass.

" I said to count bitch" she spat harshly causing you to choke on your own cries obeying her order and continuing to count every time a smack was given.

" you want mommy to fuck you huh? Such a whore that you wanted to wear this dress for mommy at dinner?" She thrusted three fingers into your pussy, curling them as her finger pads gently brushed against your g-spot causing you release a pornographic moan in which your eyes rolled back.

At this point you had already lost track of what number of slaps she'd given you. The effect mortica had on you was dangerous, she was like a human drug. One had you'd die for, one that you craved daily, one that you just simply couldn't resist, one had you absolutely needed to survive.

Mortica thrusted her fingers into you slowly, going as deep as her knuckles allowed her, your greedy cunt already begging them to stay as you clenched down on them. She could already feel your orgasm coming, ridiculously fast.

She removed her fingers and chuckled before spanking you one last time before holding you by your waist and sitting you upwards on her as you straddled her hips.

She leaned towards your ear and whispered.

You were hot, needy and sweaty. Not to mention sexual frustrated and absolutely left deranged. Mortica smirked before kissing your forehead as she slowly trailed her finger nails down your abdomen making you shiver.

" put on something better, we leave in 5 minutes and when we get home I'm gonna fuck your brains out til I remind who you belong too" she pushed you off her, leaving a ghost peck on your lips before existing the bedroom.

You laid down on the bed for a couple more minutes catching your breath, you couldn't wait til later tonight, because maybe just maybe, when she said she'll be fucking you brains out.... it just might be the other way around, but either way, there's enough big straps available in your sex basket..... waiting patiently to be used.....

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Here but gone (part 2)

Wednesday Addams x demon!reader

Warnings: blood, descriptions of injuries, blood drinking, flash backs, Wednesday being a simp. (Anything else?)

The zitronos had taken effect. It had clawed its way into your mind and stolen all control you once had over your body. Wednesday searched your black eyes for anything, anything to show you were still there. That Y/n was still there.

The blood flowing from her abdomen drew you closer, your great, scarlet form within biting distance of her now. Your forked tongue flicking across your dagger sized tusks.

“No”

Wednesday muttered, using apart of her remaining energy to limply raise her arm. An attempt to protect herself. She hears the growl explode from your mouth, sees the way your talons crack into the stone as you rear back.

A flash of blue light sends you into the pillar behind you, your broken cry breaking past your spit dripping lips before you fall limp on the ground.

Wednesday stares in shock before turning to the light beside her. Goody places her hands over the knife tearing it from Wednesday’s body. The Raven hair is so tired, she can barley make out what the spirit is saying, barley see it vanish inside her wound. And suddenly she sits up, her wounds stitching themselves back together as if they have always been able to do so.

without a second thought, she dashes to your side. The pain having caused you to shift back into your human form. Your blood making a puddle around your weak body. She hates the way she falls to her knees beside you, snatching off the black jacket she wore and carefully wrapping you inside it, her body aching as you groaned in pain once more. She ignored the need to question the new feeling, every inch of her black soul focused on you.

she could see the deep wounds in your flesh, the rags that were your clothes doing little to hide them. She recognised the deep scratches of Laurel’s dagger and stared in near horror at the claw marks and chunks of missing flesh she could only assume had been self inflicted.

A tear nearly escaped onto her ghostly cheek

“Y/n,”

she muttered, shaking your body as gentle as she was able to, but at the cry that leaps from your throat, she snatches her hands away.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday didn’t know what to do.

———————————————————————

“You mentioned something about your kind healing with blood.”

Wednesday had mentioned as you sat in the black chair beside her typewriter. The clicking of its keys had stopped, but she did not look away from the words on the page. You looked away from your book, a slight smile on your lips as you responded.

“It does, but it’s also dangerous. “

Wednesday turns her head towards you, eyebrows raised to encourage you to continue

“My kind are rare Wednesday, a dozen left in this country at most. We cannot go about drinking from people. So, at the taste of blood, we could loose control, especially if we haven’t had it before. And, Well! If your injured, that hunger is— burning.”

Wednesday nods, turning back to her typewriter as if to continue. Yet, the irritating bugging to ask one further question got the better of her.

“Have you ever-“

“No”

There’s a silence, the goth lowers her hands from the typewriter, twisting her chair so it fully faced you. You placed your book carefully onto your lap, your face painted with curiosity and slight caution.

“Do you ever want to?”

You sigh, looking away from her, your eyes finding safety staring at Enid’s bright bed across the room. It takes you a moment but Wednesday waits. Listening to your gentle breaths before you turn back to her, eyes attempting to hide the demonic hunger Wednesday had learnt to notice.

“Nearly all the time.”

———————————————————————

You cry out as Wednesday applies pressure to you wound, attempting to stop the bleeding and yet, she watched your blood wash out from somewhere else on your body.

she felt useless, desperately trying to save you as you died anyway

———————————————————————

The night before Wednesday was expelled, you sat side by side in the outskirts of the woods. The night glowing high above. You had missed school, confined to your dorm room by both the blood moon and your own blood lust. You both sat in silence for a while, you watched the constellations while Wednesday took the time to quietly examine you from the corner of her eye. The moon light effectively hid the bags under your eyes and the tiredness in your gaze. But Wednesday knew it was there.

And she knew what was causing it…

“Y/n, you do need blood”

She suddenly declares, taken slightly aback as You laugh, throwing your hands carelessly into the air.

“And who is going to give me their blood. Unlike Vampires, I can’t drink from animals or blood bags! It makes me sick!”

“Then human blood?”

Wednesday asked, her voice carefully remaining monotone and yet her eyes staring fixedly at your face. You sigh,

“There’s still the problem of who.”

Wednesday doesn’t respond, but she turns to you, reaching to lift the sleeve of her jacket up, but your warm hands grasps hers, forcing her to stop. Usually she would of pulled away at the contact, but she doesn’t, curious at the way you command her not to, and yet your hungry eyes demanded satisfaction.

———————————————————————

“Y/n, stay with me.”

Wednesday almost begs as your eyes stare into hers. You give her a weak smile, but flinch and cry out as yet another shock of the zitronos hits you.

Wednesday cannot take it, until an idea flows into her mind. And she knows what she has to do.

“Y/n, I apologise.”

She mutters before hastily pulling up the black sleeve of her shirt, exposing her pale skin. She brings her wrist to your mouth, pressing hard against the fangs poking out of your mouth.

You can’t resist. And Wednesday knows it.

You bite down, too blinded by your own pain to fully comprehend what your doing. You drink, lapping at the blood flowing into your mouth. Groaning as your strength begins to return. You grasp her arm with your free hand, the other digging into her thigh. Wednesday is dazed, trapped in a of great pain, and yet, the willingness to let you continue is one out of pure enjoyment

The pain is nothing compare to the gentle feeling of her blood being sucked away. Your grip on her arm tightens, your eyes snapping open to reveal your blood red pupils. Filled with nothing but hunger and desperations.

you were loosing control.

Wednesday places her free arm behind your back, sitting you up to give you better access to her wrist. For some reason she trusted you, knew you would stop even if you seemingly couldn’t. She relished in the pain you were bringing her, she watched as her blood coated your lips how your scarlet eyes closed again as the zitronos was being rid from your body

“Y/n, that’s enough.”

The goth muttered as the corners of her vision darkened. But you didn’t.

“Y/n!”

She demanded. But you didn’t stop. Maybe Wednesday had been wrong to trust you, to give you her blood. Maybe she would become your prey, your first kill.

“Y/n!”

She forces out, before there’s a howl from outside.

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Virginia vampire - 2/2

Pairing: Aaron Hotch x vampire!fem!reader Cw: SLOWBURN BRO, non-gory descriptions of death, descriptions of hunting/blood consumption, angst, fluff, Lolita name drop (the book), non-descriptive mentions of an abusive dad, cursing, typical criminal minds violence, possible ED trigger (more in disclaimer), this chapter has kissing but it's not rlly suggestive Summary: Still reeling from your newly discovered brother, you find yourself struggling with the increased policing of the night life. In this, you also find a new incentive to hunt down your father. Disclaimer 1: Reader is chubby! She's not physically described here at all but a fat woman is always the MC. Disclaimer 2: Reader lives strictly on blood. This story discusses themes of intense bloodlust/hunger, UNINTENTIONAL avoidance of blood (food), and physical consequences due to not eating. This is NOT pro-ana or anything like that, and while these themes are explicitly negative, they are still there and may affect those struggling. Please look after yourself, this is all fantasy and is not meant to trigger you. That's all <3 WC: 6.4k - read part 1 first Y'all are really not fucking with this series but I had to finish it for my soul. Stings a lil bit ngl but I got a little something in the works that'll prob be received better. HEAD THE WARNINGS PLEASE but like usual I highly doubt this will be triggering to anyone, I've had an ED in the past and wouldn't write shit that would suck. <3

The morning after the introduction, you walked into the BAU with more purpose that you’d ever held in your step. You were practically on a manhunt for Aaron. You figured it wouldn’t be long before he found you; he’d been trying to speak to you everyday since you started ignoring him. After a week of unreciprocated persistence, your direct addressal of him hit him like a freight train. He looked at you confused for a minute, wondering if perhaps he was starting to see things as a product of missing your company, but quickly ushered you away upon realizing you were indeed speaking to him. You hadn’t been in his office since the night you’d laid your sins to rest on his lap, and it was uncomfortable to be standing at the scene of the crime. 

“Something happen-”

“Now you want to talk?” He was understandably upset, but his emotions were something you honestly didn’t have time for right now. “I’ve been practically begging you to talk to me for the past week. It was so unbelievably fucked up for you to shut me out like that.”

You sighed, he was for sure in the right but you needed all hands on deck and did not want to confront this right now. “I know, Aaron. I’m sorry, but I need your help.”

“I’ve been helping, Y/n.” You can’t remember a time you’d seen him so expressive. “I lied my ass off to a team I preach honesty to. I didn’t even care because it was to protect you. And then you stop talking to me? Make me give your orders to others just because of…what? Embarrassment? Pride?” You let him finish, mirroring his own exhaustion in a tenfold with the look you gave him. He sighed, putting his hands on top of the desk chair and leaning over it slightly. “What happened?”

Gratuity intertwined with the fatigue in your eyes as he said that. You owed him more than you knew how to make up, but unfortunately you weren’t done taking yet. “I talked to the unsub.”

His eyes shot to you. “What?”

“His name’s Daniel. He’s twelve, Hotch.” You looked down as you thought about him in the clutches of your father. “He hasn’t escaped. My dad is sending him out hunting and I have no idea why or how to find him.”

He breathed out, long and heavy as he approached absolute depletion, putting his hands on his hips and letting his head fall forward. “Ok.” He nodded, looking up with a new purpose than the one he held a moment ago. “We need to tell the team to look for him. We can’t find him on our own.”

The thought was petrifying, but you’d been prepared to share limited details. The team didn’t have to know about your condition to know about your father’s insanity. You could plead a convincing case without using yourself as evidence. “I’ll tell them.” You made eye contact with him, a comfortable agreement falling silently over the two of you. You walked back into the meeting you’d pulled him from. 

You expected the team to have carried on without Hotch there, but it seems the curiosity was simply too overwhelming to ignore, and they chose to sit stagnant and wait for the leader to be returned. You walked in after him, stating the new objective explicitly. You already had a sense like you were running out of time, you had no desire to prolong that feeling. “I’ve made the dynamic weird between everyone the past week, and I’m sorry.” You started, standing before the team as you spoke. “I think we need to start looking for my father as a suspect. I haven’t been honest with you all.”

You saw bewilderment light up the faces of them all, but only Morgan held a slight look of betrayal. He hated secrets, which is why it didn’t surprise you when he spoke up first. “How do you mean?”

You took a deep breath. What a plunge you were about to take. “Obviously you all know my father is virtually off the grid, but I’ve never told you about the man he was when I was growing up.” You weren’t going to give them the ins and outs, just the bare minimum. “He wasn’t a kind man, but he was a devoted one. He always talked about wanting to ‘expand his experiments.’ He swore to the public he’d never go beyond trials on mice but he lied. I found his plans to start human trials when I was seventeen and ran.” Not entirely untrue. The only part that blurred the lines was human trials - you genuinely believed he’d never attempt to make another you. Stupid.

Prentiss furrowed her eyebrows, messing with the pen in her hand as she processed the information. “You think he succeeded? That we’re dealing with a vampire?”

God, you were sick of that word. “I think we’re dealing with a mutated kid. The sun’s not gonna light him on fire, he’s just another victim of my dad.”

“I mean-” She seemed lost for words. “You seriously think he lives on the blood he’s taking?”

You were really praying on their trust in you. You were going to insist with all your might that he be tracked down, there wasn’t another way you were willing to convince them. “I’m positive.”

You were incredibly grateful when Aaron came to your defense. “I think we should look into it.” You saw a reluctant acceptance dawn on the group and internally sighed. Thank God. “Even if we don’t find evidence of human trials, he may know something about the unsub. It’s worth a shot.” They were suspicious, the room practically reeked of it, but you had to put aside the unease it caused you in favor of finding your brother. 

“Alright.” Morgan nodded. “I’ll go talk to Garcia. We’ll get a start on it.” He gave you one last inquisitive look before heading down the hall, the others filing out of the room to start on their routine tasks when a new theory was proposed.

Hotch looked over once the two of you were all that remained. “Do you think we can do this?”

You thought about it, truly thought of him and all his fucked up habits from your adolescence. “Daniel’s here, which means my father has to be.” You thought of the high chance this doesn’t work out in your favor. “If Garcia can’t find him then nobody can.”

He chuckled. “Can’t argue with that.” He looked at the board in front of you two, covered with pictures of drained bodies and bloodshot eyes. He flipped it, revealing a vacant side ready to be utilized for the task of locating your father. He returned his gaze to you, and understanding what he was implying, you grabbed a marker. “Let’s get to work.”

–

The boy - if he had ever truly been slowing down like the media claimed - relinquished that pattern almost as quickly as he’d adopted it. He hit the streets after a two day refractory period with a vigor unlike any previous attacks. You’d found four bodies in one night, and you had to force yourself not to picture him being locked away in one of your father’s cages, being starved just to be let out in hopes of wreaking havoc. Now, the night after the discoveries, cops were back on the streets in record-breaking numbers. You thanked your lucky stars you’d stocked up this time and wouldn’t have to duck and weave through all of them just to feed yourself. You were, however, scared for Daniel. Even your team started to notice his increasing sloppiness. There was a full sketch that had been made, the accounts of numerous officers making up the image. You knew well that he was smart enough to evade them, making you nervous he was trying to get caught - or worse, he was simply too exhausted to be speedy. You wouldn’t blame him for being fed up, but you feared the day his legs were gripped by it and he simply ran out of time. He hadn’t come back to your house, but you found a letter in your mailbox with no return address, simply stating your name in a handwriting that your father would have dubbed ‘chicken scratch.’ It was beautifully his, though, and you could practically feel the youth emanate from the words as you read them. He said that he’d hadn’t told you about himself, and that if you were going to be friends, that was a good start. You finished reading the letter a little teary-eyed with a cemented fondness for him - that whisper of maternal protection you’d felt at first now fully sprouting roots within you. 

It was him you thought of when you were called to fifth and main, listening to a panting policeman report that his luck, indeed, had run out. Your legs carried you out of the building without your vest, your cuffs, everything that was meant to be required sat unthought of in another room. Your team, of course, had gotten the same call that the wretched Virginia vampire was finally against the wall, and were rushing out of the building with equal energy but far less desperation. You headed immediately for the driver side, allowing Hotch to take the passenger and forcing every remaining member into the other car. He knew things they didn’t, you could talk to him about this in a way nobody else could hear. That was your intention, at least; let him calm you down before you made a mess of the scene with your unprofessional personal ties. You ended up completely ignoring his attempts to talk you back into sanity, focusing on dodging cars and clearing a path that would get you there the quickest. You don’t remember shifting the gear to park, simply slamming the brakes and falling out the door once you got there. Guns were drawn - a herd of police with sight trained on him - and you were standing in nothing but jeans and a long sleeve. You certainly felt the absence of your protection, but equipping them would have cost you far too much of the one thing you didn’t have: time. His hands were up, the typical sign of a peaceful surrender, but the knots currently pulling taught within your gut sent waves of nausea through you that you took as a bad sign. He wouldn’t surrender, your father would never let that happen. You lost track of the people following you closer as you rushed towards it all. You only knew Aaron was beside you because of his hand gently halting you from going further. Just a slight grip of your forearm and you stilled, waiting in the wings for that approaching storm to fling you asunder. You felt your tongue expel the word ‘please’ multiple times under your breath as you begged him not to do anything, begged God to listen to you, just begged for the sake of begging. Maybe, you bargained, showing a bit of gratitude to any higher power would let everyone walk away from this. You picked up on the twitch of his legs as he hesitated the run he was about to make. You felt yourself lurch forward slightly in response, as though somehow you could catch the bullets before they met his body should he try to flee. Soon, it wasn’t a speculatory thought - he did try. He ran straight at one of the officers, your eyes taking in every brutal detail of every bullet flying close-range right into him. You doubt a single officer held their finger off the trigger, estimating at least three bullets hitting him in rapid succession, every impact searing into your memory to forever loop in your nightmares. You felt Hotch’s arms in your clawing hands before you realized you’d fallen into him, the hoarse denials of the situation exiled from your throat with raspy wails. He let himself absorb them all, holding your head to his chest as you squirmed to look back at your brother's corpse. His fucking corpse. You would have charged at his executioners if not for his grip on you, and though you couldn’t feel it now, you’re sure you’d be grateful for the restriction when you inevitably exited your hysteria and still had your job. You felt the wet patches you were making on Aaron’s blazer rub against your cheeks but you could barely tell where you were, you had no energy to be bothered by the sensation. 

You heard him whisper, barely audible over your own heartbeat pounding against your skull. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

You sat like that, him waving away any approaching team member or officer. Anyone who wasn’t the man holding you was instantly ushered away, insanely confused and slightly offended. His body was bagged up, journalists and news casters were scratching at the barricades like vultures, circling until they could get the scoop. You’d listened to one woman describe his death as “the short reign of terror done by the Quantico bloodsucker finally being cut off” and thought about how he looked when he smiled. He’d liked white chocolate and baby birds, all the malice had been your father living vicariously through the boy. Daniel, well, he was just a kid. Sweeter than taffy and radiant. Simply bred to be a killer - a condition fully out of his control. He was just a dead vampire now, and you felt an emptiness like never before. 

Aaron offered, “let me drive you home” and so you nodded, preparing to go back to a cold house. He’d been there before, you should have insisted. You let him walk away and go back to your father, so sure you’d be able to obtain him again. You’d almost caught the firefly and now you weren’t sure you’d see light anywhere but the sterile reminders of the boy you almost knew. The car stopped, your whole neighborhood felt alien - unrecognizable. 

“Will you spend the night?”

“Of course.” 

So you went in. He hadn’t been in your house before. It was well lived, slightly aged and a little cluttered, but it smelled like you. He was happy to be there. He looked around the areas he could see. Kitchen, living room, typical entry-level stuff. He put his minimal things on the couch and went to situate himself there. It was comfortable, certainly not the worst couch he’d slept on. You looked at him, not bothering to suppress the obvious accusation of his stupidity in your eyes. 

“Spend the night with me, Aaron. Not on the couch.” This day single-handedly outweighed the world as it sat on your shoulders, making you question how you ever thought you’d known grief before tonight. “I probably wasn’t gonna sleep anyways, but I’m definitely not gonna sleep if you’re out here and I’m alone in a cold bed.”

He sighed, clearly wanting to comfort you. “Y/n-”

“Please just get in the bed.” You felt your eyes slip shut as you breathed out your answer, pointing vaguely in the direction of your bedroom as you referenced the item within it. “We can talk in the morning.”

He stood up, nodding slightly. “Ok.” He was so quiet, so domestic in his delivery that you almost let some of the tension slip off you. He’d always had an effect like that, and right now it was all you could ask for. He let you take his arm and pull him towards your personal abyss. You two could exist there, no bounds or expectation, just peace and quiet. You shoved him down, not bothering to change or even do your typical night routine. You just curled up to him, and tried to lose yourself in the feeling of his hands running up and down your back. You fought - hard - to surrender your racing mind into his open palms. He was here, like always, as a refuge - and for once in your life, you allowed yourself to be enveloped in the safety he offered. 

–

You’d partially expected to wake up to an empty bed the next morning. You’d put Hotch in a really compromised position, and though he was eager to support you, it would still be him that would take the blame as your superior. You’d compromised both your positions by bringing him into your mess at all. As guilty as you felt for the possible repercussions, you didn’t regret your choices. Especially as you scanned over the sleeping man, still donning his full suit - only kicking off his shoes the previous night in respect of your sheets. Always the gentleman. His arm was snug around you, but you wormed your way out after a few minutes, keeping his slumber intact while you made your way outside. Your throat felt smaller, in a way. As if the edges had shrunk overnight and now were incapable of taking in as much oxygen as they had the day before. Your eyes were swollen and slightly sore, and you were nearly begging for fresh air by the time you reached the door. You found the strangest thing when you opened it - a book. Pages bound in brown leather sat neatly to the right of the walkway. You weren’t exactly surprised you missed it last night, you weren’t in a particularly analytical state, but seeing it in the daylight was like seeing an angel ringing your doorbell. Mystical and dreadful - full of questions you didn’t want the answer to. What was it? Why is it here? Opening the cover, you found that loveable chicken scratch filling the first page, and raced inside your house with the book tucked under your arm. You protected it as if it were his lifeforce - at this point, it might as well have been. It was all you had left of him. You placed your shaking legs in a chair and settled in to read all of it. Whether he’d dropped it or left it intentionally didn’t matter to you. It was here, you were eager to merge his thoughts with yours. You knew it would be a mistake, and just like you predicted, you were weeping ten pages in. But you sat there, letting a jagged hour and a half pass before pausing when you found the last entry - your name was there. You’d learned about his desires, his fears, his ambitions, his shared hatred for your father. You acquainted yourself thoroughly with him throughout his own narration of his life, and now, he had something to say to you.

Y/n,

Surely I’m gone by now. I’m leaving you my journal so hopefully you know more about me than just the stuff at the end. You seemed nice, I’m sorry we couldn’t get to know each other. Just know I’m not doing this because I don’t believe in you, I fully think you could have done it. I’m just sick of this. I’m sick of him. I’d rather be dead, at least then it won’t be something he wanted me to do. Please go after him still, he talked about making more, and nobody deserves to live the life he creates. I’m rooting for you.

-Daniel

He’d gotten caught on purpose, then. You’d pondered on the full lead up to the shooting, gone over all the possibilities in your head the whole night. That was a primary option - hell, you’d thought about meeting the same fate more than once. You lost count of how many times you re-read the note before placing the book under a coat near the door. You didn’t want someone to find it, feeling overly protective of the thing. He’d wanted you to have it, nobody else. A plan was sorting itself out in the confines of your working brain. You knew it was late, the rest of your team surely having clocked in hours ago. You thought about the likelihood of you being able to get your gear and talk to Garcia without alerting the others. The verdict chalked up to a lukewarm worth a try, so you set off. You left Aaron sleeping in your bed, driving to your place of employment in yesterday’s clothes, still wallowing in yesterday’s grief. Your reaction to Daniel’s death had been very public and was definitely noted down by all of your coworkers, but you couldn’t find any care for that in your head. You would wing it, come up with something on the spot, all that mattered was getting to Garcia and your bulletproof vest.

You pulled up to the building, fate winking down at you as you retrieved your protective gear and added it to your attire. They must be at the table, you thought. That left Garcia alone and available in her office. You didn’t bother knocking, calling her name as you walked in and nearly scaring the skin off her bones. 

“I need you to look for something.”

She stared, unblinking at you, turning fully away from her computers to face you. “Well, hello to you too.” It was weirdly calming to see someone in such a normal mood. “Where the hell did you and Hotch go last night? Everyone’s been worried sick.” She was speaking in rushed whispers even though her door was closed, trying to maintain privacy while simultaneously being away from any onlookers.

“Look, I know it’s weird. I’ll explain everything, but I need a favor first.”

“They always do.” She sighed, pursing her lips and spinning her chair to face the devices. “Shoot.” 

Fate was really on your side today. “I need you to look at buildings owned by McCaslister corp. Anything with a yellow roof.” In your obsessive readings of his journal, you’d swiftly taken note of the multiple mentions of the “yellow roof” building. Your father used to be a suck up to the CEO of McCaslister, and it would hardly surprise you if the company let him operate in a facility of theirs. They had thousands across the country, and you’d never had any semblance of guideline to narrow it down, so you figured mentioning the connection wouldn’t be helpful. All of that changed now, though, and you were cautiously hopeful. 

“I got nothing, girlie.” She delivered the news quickly, hands working vigorously as she typed. “Anything else I can look at?”

“Look for any building the company sold with a yellow roof.” Your father may have been too distrusting to take a favor. He was wealthy enough to buy something from them. The seconds passing felt stuck in your throat as you watched her work, scouring every database she both did and did not legally have access to in honor of fulfilling your request. 

Finally, she pulled up records of a contract signed the year you’d run away. It was signed by a “Humbert Haze” and you felt your stomach leap at the name. You always knew briefly of your father’s many aliases, guessing this one was a nod towards the Lolita obsession he’d held when you were younger. It had to be him. A lab with a yellow roof, big and desolate. It was in the middle of nowhere, perfect breeding grounds for an experiment such as this. You took a look at the address, burning it into your retinas to ensure you’d see it wherever you looked, and casted your sincerest possible gaze at Penelope. You remember her giving the team a combination of keys that would temporarily shut down her system lest there ever be another hacker that infiltrated the BAU. Using the dreaded fisher king scapegoat against her in a time like this was cruel, but cruelty was all you had right now.

“Please don’t hate me for this.” And then you hit it. You watched her screens go black instantaneously and her eyes spark with baffled suspension. You began your trip to hell quickly, Garcia stumbling up, her heels clicking from behind you.

“Wha - Y/n!” She was speaking as she walked. You hadn’t deserted her room yet, but as you reached the door she uttered one last plea. “What are you gonna do? You can’t do whatever it is you’re thinking on your own.”

You honestly didn’t know if you planned on coming back from this. You figured you might as well air some dirty laundry. “He was my brother, Pen.” You opened the door, turning back to add one thing before you left. “Tell them I’m sorry.” You heard her call out from her doorway one last time as you stalked away. Upon entering your car, you put the address into your GPS before you could forget it. Twenty minutes. It was odd to think about. Twenty minutes and you could end this. 

Penelope, in the meantime, was busy rushing to interrupt the team as they attempted a timeline of a new case. They’d moved on, not finding you or Hotch but knowing damn well there were always more cases to be solved. They’d all jumped in their seats as she burst in, detailing your interaction and getting increasingly panicked as she explained. She gave her theory of the motivations and possible family ties of everything, and no matter how far off it could have been, it was enough to earn the team’s immediate priority. When asked where it is you went, Garcia was faced with the steel-cold unknown. She hadn’t personally paid attention to the address, never predicting in a million years you’d fisher-king her system and render her technologically helpless. Everyone congregated in her office as she attempted to hack around her own barricades, watching as she essentially battled against herself. You’d known it would work out that way, only crashing her systems to buy yourself the needed confrontation time. They would find you, you were sure, but first you had to kill your father.

You pulled up, nearly a half hour later, to a little patch of woods giving way to a huge plot of land. A stark, sterile white building with a hunk of yellow adorning the top of it. It was hideous, perfectly fitting for a man like your dad. Your stomach bottomed out, the feeling you lived within for your first seventeen years burrowing back home inside you after being gone so long. He was definitely here. You could throw yourself to the opposite side of the Earth and you’d still possess that sixth sense you’d gained for his presence. The door was locked, but you couldn’t kick it in. You didn’t want to alert anyone - especially him - of your arrival. A sneak attack was the best shot you had at success. Plus, he could have more subjects or guards willing to protect him. You wouldn’t kill any more innocent lives he’d doomed to a fate of his choosing. You wouldn’t put down any more of his victims. You decided to pick the lock, a trick you’d picked up from one of your city friends, and slowly inched the door open just enough to slip through. It was sickeningly bright, fluorescent lighting giving the room a slight green hue that made your eyes ache in their sockets. You couldn’t imagine growing up here; at least you’d gotten a house. Hallways decorated with doors that were chained closed and name tags to match each door was the immediate sight. They were too far away to read, and they weren’t what you were here for anyway. You ventured past the entrance, reeled deeper into the belly of the beast, finding a common area with tables and a tv propped on a wooden stand. How many fucking people did he have here? You’d been careful, ducking behind corners, peeking around them before rushing to the next. You maneuvered your way through most of the building like this, finally coming up on the back of a madman. He was sat at a desk - presumably his workspace from the clutter of papers and tools - tinkering with some either useless or catastrophically destructive gadget. Your lips trembled, your tongue almost forbidding you to use your voice. A voice that was half his genes. You were half of this man. You were in so far over your head. 

You inhaled, silent and sharp, mustering all your strength to spout his full government name followed by you informing him of his arrest. You held him at gunpoint, your trigger finger begging you to press the texture of that angelic button. Put a formal and undeniable end to his reign of terror. “Stand up and look at me.” He stood up, turned and looked at you.

He scanned you up and down, scoffing at your attire. “How does someone with a kill count as high as yours end up an FBI agent?” His hands were up, per your command, but he stood as though he was in control. “Remind me not to trust our justice system.”

Your eyes practically receded into your skull with how far they rolled back. “Like you’d trust anyone. Agent or not. How much you shell out for this building, huh?”

“What exactly am I being charged for?” He held so still, but you were sure he’d start walking anytime. He liked to circle people, like a lion encroaching his target.

“Daniel. I want to know what happened.” He smiled, a grin like the Cheshire cat. Although looking at him now, he just looked demonic. “What did you do to him?”

He laughed at the audible ball in your throat. “It’s not as bad as you’re picturing, sweetheart.” He shrugged. “The kid even enjoyed the hunt sometimes.”

You don’t think you’d blinked the entire time you’d been aiming at him. “What’s behind the doors?” You jerked your head towards the entrance, referencing the hallway full of possible containment units. “You putting more of that DNA into innocent women? Make some more monster babies?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Unicorns, actually.” Fucking bastard. “Got bored of you bloodsuckers.”

You chuckled, sarcasm spewing from your mouth as your tongue met your cheek. “He died, you know?” You could still hear the gunfire from last night. “That’s all on you.”

He nodded. “Yeah, saw that on the news. Your boys did me a favor, honestly. Kid was drying up.”

“You’re heartless.”

“I’m a scientist.”

“We’re not some variables in a fucking equation, dad. You brought real people into this world and real people died because of it. You knew that would happen. You knew and you did it anyway.”

“You devastated my work, you know that?” He started walking, keeping his hands elevated but circling nonetheless. “You were my most impressive - credit where credit is due - but lord you made things difficult.” As he got closer, you got more on edge. You couldn’t predict him, you never could. “Had to start from scratch all over again. More women, more failures. How many do you think died because you ran away? That’s blood on your hands, Y/n.” Hands still up, he got maybe four feet away from you. You almost wanted him to charge, to give you justification to pull the trigger. “Daniel - well…he never quite lived up to you. I changed up my method, let him out of the house instead of giving him food and he just came crawling back. I almost wanted to let him go.” Two more steps, he just needed to try something. “Are you really gonna shoot me?”

You inhaled, tired and annoyed. “I’m just begging you to come and find out.” You cocked your head at him, ready to be done with this. “You were scary cause I was young, dad. Now you’re just a psychopath. I deal with you everyday.” 

He sharply exhaled, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff and looked down. He had his tongue to his cheek -a habit of yours that you only now realized came from him -  and his hand to his heart, feigning an injury like your words struck him deep. He charged a moment later, looking up swiftly and making a go at you. You gave in to the wail of your finger and fired two shots - straight to his heart. You were saddened, he was nearly submerged in his own blood within a minute, most likely dying quick. You’d wanted him to suffer more than that, but you supposed you couldn’t get everything you wanted. It was then, when you truly looked at the blood, you noted for the first time in your life how unappealing the substance was. Rather, the substance that leaked from his veins. You’d lived under the impression your whole life that just the sight of it would stimulate your appetite beyond belief, but looking at the near endless food supply spilling from him in buckets, you felt above it - above him. He was a tainted man, sick and soulless. His blood would be as foul as his actions had been, you wanted no part of it. He was dead, that was the only thing that mattered. An eye for an eye. 

You realized it had been over an hour since you left only when your team came barreling in. It had taken them longer than you expected to find you. They’d clearly woken Aaron up on their journey here, as he was newly dressed and suited up in his FBI vest. None of them were needed, not anymore, but their company was nice to have. You weren’t worried about losing your job - in fact, your body was more weightless than it’d been your whole life. Even with multiple decades free from your father, his eyes sat heavy on you always. The weight of his approval, of his words, actions - all of it was ingrained in you, was part of you. That feeling was finally gone. He had, more or less, confirmed he was housing experiments in those rooms. You could justify it all, they’d understand. You would plead your case, testify if you had to. You were in the right here, you would prove it if they wanted it. More people were called to the scene, you were questioned and asked to temporarily part with your badge until they processed your statement. You gladly gave it over, needing a break from your professional title. They bagged and removed his body while tears of pure ecstasy fell from your eyes. Without Frankenstein, were you truly bound to the identity of his monster? Who were you without your Achilles heel? As you stared forward, Aaron approached you, greeting you with a gentle disposition and a loving stroke of your arm. He’d asked to drive you home, you replied with a ‘please.’ 

Your home was how you left it, the only deviant being the sign of a rushed man that was painted on your sheets. They were tangled and distressed, evidently reflecting how Aaron was feeling as he’d toppled out of your house that morning.  “You scared us. We were all worried about you.”

You looked at him, dazed and affectionate. The day so draining that there was no longer a filter between your perception of him and what you allowed yourself to express. There was just you, very much in love with him and very obvious about it. “I’m sorry.” You were sorry for scaring them, not at all remorseful for the outcome, though. “Does Garcia want my head on a stick?”

He chuckled, sitting down on your bed. You were still stood in front of him, and he put his hands on your hips to inch you closer as he stared slightly up at you. His hands were warm, and you were nervous. “I think your next four paychecks are gonna need to go strictly to make up gifts if you ever want her to speak to you again.”

You sucked air between your teeth, grimacing at the thought. “I deserve that.” The heat of his hands was seeping into you, weaving into your skin. He seemed to be healing your internal tension from just his physical grip on your torso. “Guess I’ll start planning.” You looked down at him, the pure fondness that filled your eyes when directed at him seemingly mirrored in his own as he held the contact.

“I think that can wait till’ tomorrow.” He was nervous too, you realized. His hands were shaky through the firm grasp he had on you. “Do you want to talk?” You couldn’t decipher if he was referring to the situation that you were returning from, or the situation you both were currently in. Talking about either at the moment seemed much too taxing. You were pure instinct right now, leaning into his hands because of how good they felt, not because you could consciously recognize the meaning. 

You nodded. “In the morning.” You ran your hands along his shoulder, clasping your fingers around the back of his neck. You leaned down a little, resting your forehead against his. “I’m tired right now." If you thought you could beat sleep, you would have put it off forever to be awake with him. "Can you kiss me so I can go to bed?” Your eyes were closed, you assumed his were too, and you felt his slight laugh smudge his lips against yours. He followed the action with the pressure you’d been craving for years. Entirely consuming as he lead you, even from the physically submissive position, through the most anticipated kiss of your life. You could have stayed like that forever, feeling his grip get the slightest bit tighter on your hips to support some of your weight as you leaned down. Eventually, you both caved, him falling flat against the bed and you hovering above his waist before he pulled you down onto him in an action that seemed subconscious. He’d separated from you after a few minutes; snuffed it out before those tiny embers could fully ignite. He reminded you ‘in the morning,’ making you once again realize how much sleep beckoned to you. You agreed, ‘in the morning,’ and turned over to slot yourself against him. It was the best you’d slept in years - possibly ever - and you didn’t know if you could even rationalize how good life would be with Aaron in this aspect of it. He’d be in your home, perhaps even become it, and that thought struck you like the bullets struck the men of your family. You supposed now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Sleep tugged your eyelids down, and his hold on you only amplified the sedation that was sweeping your system.

You would think about it in the morning.

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Reader Gets Turned into a Vamp

Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom and Reader used to be a pair of monster hunters with a specialty in hunting vampires. Of course, as life would be unfair to the two of you, Tom got turned into a vampire many years ago by Tord. Throughout the years, Tom would always keep away from you. A flat-out refusal to get near enough to be enticed by your blood. He can only do so much to protect you this time when Tord as coven leader decides to pay your shop a visit and get rid of Tom's distraction so-to-speak. In the end, reader gets turned into an immortal leech, the kind that Tom promised you would never be.

Tw: mild blood and injury, minor violence, near character death

Tom slammed through the door, the ache in his shoulder barely even registering. He let out a snarl at the offending vampires that turned to lunge at him as soon as he barged in, using his jowls to rip the throat of one young rogue. The other was quickly pacified with a swift slash to his throat along with a kick in the groin. The only goal in mind was to get to the alluring scent of blood upstairs. The shop that you worked in was in ruins, shelves knocked over and broken glass vials crunching underneath his feet as he charged through the hall. He got to the base of the stairs, hearing whimpers of other wounded rogues in the middle of the stairwell. Tom cursed, knowing that Tord’s men were already there. When he caught wind of a small group of vampires rounding on your side of the town you lived in, he knew he had to get to you even through the consequences.

Once he reached the second floor all he had to do was round the corner to find Tord looming over Tom’s prized possession. You were limp in the arms of the coven leader, neck bared by the strong grip that the vampire had on you. His sharpened claws were careful with the fragile flesh of your neck, thumb feeling for your fluttering pulse under the frigid skin of his finger no doubt. Tom felt a growl bubble out from his chest without meaning to, gaining the attention of his superior. His head snapped up in search of the source of incompetence, piercing red gaze finding Tom’s trembling figure. 

“Ah, Thomas. How rather surprising to see you, especially since I am certain that you were stationed elsewhere.” The last bit of the sentence was made into a hiss as his red glare got sharper. “I thought we were clear that you were to go on a coup with Patryk’s division” 

“And I thought,” Tom could feel the anger inside of him start to boil over as he advanced onto the elder’s space, “we were clear that they were to be kept unharmed.” Tord’s grip on your neck tightened, Tom noticed how your brow furrowed as a low whine found its way from your throat. 

“Ah, yes, well. They seem to be your weakness and I can’t be having any weak links in my coven. You are of great use to me, Thomas. You will serve to bring me the position of reigning elder in the community, therefore I have to get rid of any distractions.” He sniffs, body moving to turn back to the mortal in his hold. Tom saw the way Tord’s fangs elongated, flashing red eyes narrowing as he was about to bite your jugular. A growl bursted out of his chest as he barreled towards his sire. The other man seemed to expect this already, side stepping carefully over the floorboards to be a few feet away. 

“Come now, Thomas. I do not recommend fighting me right now when the blood moon is out no less.” 

“I would be able to contend with you then, Tord.” Tom glowered at the other. Tord’s smug face faltered, brows furrowing into a stern glare.

“The gall you have to claim you’re as strong as your sire is laughable. You insult me. Now, shut up, and stop being a pest.” The elder seethed with a flick of his wrist towards Tom’s form. The other vampire felt a sudden pressure on his neck, shouting as he was flung back into the far wall. The portraits that were hanging fell to the floor just as he slid to the floorboards after them with a groan. He rubbed the back of his head, vision blurry as he tried to focus on the form of the tall vampire again before he was flung back to the other wall. He heard Tord huff out a small chuckle at the sight, the noise only fueling Tom’s anger. 

He took to his feet, the hair on the back of his neck raising as he sidestepped another one of Tord’s force attacks. As an Ancient, he was able to do weird magic like that. It frustrated Tom to no end sometimes. With little fanfare, Tom took the wall closest to him to push himself at Tord. Just as he was about an arm’s length away, he tilted on his heels, dodging Tord’s nasty swipe. He could feel the air move above his head where Tord’s claws ripped through the air. He didn’t hesitate to clamp down on his coven leader’s exposed shoulder with his own elongated fangs as the other man recoiled back for another attack. The vampire snarled, gasping as Tom flung his head back, nearly pulling Tord’s shoulder with him had it not been for Tord clawing at his face. Tom let go, using his leader’s brief stupor to move back, grunting as he dodged another attack before dashing to your side. He heaved you up in a bridal carry, ignoring the angered shouts of the other as he rushed to leap out the window. 

He didn’t turn back to look at the shop again as he continued to run through the forest at the edge of the town, ignoring the screams and cries he heard from the rest of the burning buildings. Although he was a vampire and didn’t need to breathe, it felt as though the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body was making his chest pinch tightly. Might’ve been the anxiety that suddenly crept up on him. He didn’t stop running until he got to a clearing. The big blood moon was the only thing that was illuminating the scene, its orange glow basking everything in an eerie light. 

He let out a breath, shifting you in his hold so that he could gaze at your face as he placed you down on the patch of grass. Tiny little yellow flowers had sprouted over the spring mornings, their delicate petals sagging underneath the body that lay atop them. He muttered a curse as he brushed some stray hairs from your face, his attention being snatched by the moving form of his lover as your eyelids fluttered open.

“Tom…?” You groaned out, sitting up among the ticklish grass. The movement elicited a sharp gasp as you felt a sharp pain erupt in your abdomen. Tom moved closer to you, holding your hand to his chest as he shushed you gently.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, a little bewildered. He hadn’t smelled any blood from you throughout the time that he was at the shop. Your parted lips formed a grimace as you moved a hand to press against your lower stomach, fingers coming back drenched in crimson.

“What?” You faltered, feeling your hands start to shake from the realization. The pain seemed to increase tenfold once you knew that you were bleeding. It felt like being torn apart from the inside. Tom stared at your drenched hand in strange horror as the scent of your blood elicited a burning desire to clamp his fangs over your pulse point, wherever he could get a taste of that delicious blood.

“I wasn’t hurt before, wh-what’s going on?” You whined as more pain shot up your spine, causing you to clamp your jaw tight. Tom shook his head to clear the unnerving thoughts. Now was not the time. He hovered over your form, gently coaxing you to lean further back so he could get under the clothes that covered your middle. He winced at the sight of the blood that seemed to just seep from your skin, unable to find a cut or laceration that would cause it. 

“It hurts so much.” Your eyes clamped shut as you held onto his buttoned shirt, your fist curling tighter around the fabric. His hand went to cover yours. Thinking about it more, it dawned on Tom that it could be Tord’s magic. He could feel the fire inside of him strike up again as he realized it was the coven leader’s doing. Through all that he’s done for the man, is this any way to repay him. Tom’s free hand reached to cup one of your flushed cheeks as tears collected on your bottom lashes.

“I think this is Tord’s magic.” His murmured words rang clear in your head as your eyes widened in realization. It made sense that it was ancient magic, it felt like you were burning.

“Tom,” you panted, blearily feeling Tom’s hold on your hand tighten over his chest, “I think i’m gonna die.” The grass below you was wet with blood, a sick feeling beginning to claw in your chest at the sight. If your head were any clearer, you would be moving away from the poor flowers. Tom sat stockstill, the crease in his brow pinching tighter before he was swallowing. Your eyes fluttered, feeling fainter as the moments passed. You looked over at your immortal lover, finding beads of sweat on his brow. Your lips parted to ask what he was thinking about, words escaping you as thoughts of your impending death hit you. If you knew you were going to die today, you would've given the cat that was always at the shop’s windows a feast.

“Hey…” You began softly, his grip on your hand tightening as his head shot up from where it had dropped against his chest. His expression looked troubled as he looked at you. It didn’t settle your nerves at the moment. He held a finger to his lips, head tiilting from side to side as if listening. Tom’s head swiveled to look around the clearing. You tried following his gaze but the sharp pain returned, eliciting a gasp from you. 

“They’re coming.” Tom’s tone sent a shiver down your spine as he pressed against your prone form, one arm cradled you to his chest while the other began to reach down to press against your wound..

“I don’t want to go, Tom.” You whispered, feeling his head shift to look at you as black spots began dancing in your blurry vision.

“Hey, stay with me.” His tone finally showed worry as he tilted your head towards his face. You could feel your eyes start to close, beginning to get comfortable in his hold. Even though your immortal lover was a vampire, he was still warmer than the cold of your bed you had to face every night. He started saying a few more words, panic seeping into his pleading but you couldn’t really understand it.

 He could save you, but it would put too much of a risk on both of you if either person died without the other.

“My love,” He tried, palm finding your chest. His own slow heartbeat thudded away in his chest as he felt the way yours was beginning to grow faint. Fingers skimmed over your warm skin, fingertips feeling the slow vibrations of the only thing that kept him going. “Love, look at me, come on.” Tom swallowed back the lump in his throat as your head tilted towards him just a little. 

“I can save you, you just have to trust me.” He could almost feel your hand tighten over his own weakly. He gave a slight chuckle at the warmth he suddenly felt. The noises of the coven were getting louder, no doubt sourcing the smell of blood in the air as they hunted for the two of you like hound dogs. The beasts that they were. That he was.

Tom took a breath as he caressed your face with his icy hands, moving some loose strands of hair aside before caressing your neck with his thumb. Your heartbeat was a dull thing now underneath warm skin. He closed his eyes as his fangs elongated, the hunger that had been simmering under his skin this whole time finally resurfacing again. It was harder to control this time. Focus, his mind hissed, he had to remember that this was a transforming bite. He had to put intention behind the force of his jaw, not only to feed but to have you drink his blood as well. 

He moved back enough to look at your closed eyes. Just like this, he could pretend that it was one of those slow mornings the two of you shared so long ago, when he was able to hold you closely without having to worry about rules or his own bloodthirst to satiate. Never with you. It was never supposed to be you. You were supposed to be kept out of this life as the monster that he was, but you were stubborn. 

This was the last time he was going to see you as a human. He brought his mouth to the crook of your neck. His hunger was a roaring thing now, willing him to bite into delicate flesh and drink from the source that he’s been wanting to claim ever since he turned. His lips sealed over your neck to lay an open mouth kiss to the skin before letting his fangs plunge over where your pulse was the strongest. Tom felt you jerk in his arms as a surprisingly lucid yelp escaped your lips, the action causing him to almost falter before the taste of copper saccharin blood coated his tastebuds.

In an instant, he felt the monster inside him snap as power surged through him like a lighting strike. A feeling of near orgasmic euphoria washed over him, a deep seated groan slipping from his mouth, eyes fluttering closed. His hands trembled as he clutched onto your form tightly, gulping copious amounts of blood as he tried quenching the immense hunger that burst from the pit of his very being before snapping out of it. He shuddered at the sight of all the blood smattered over the collar of your shirt, raising his shaky wrist to a bloodied fang. He sliced his own pale skin, bringing his bleeding wrist down to your parted lips. Tom watched intently as you took small gulps, the furrow in your brow never leaving as your face began losing some of its glow. He knew it would take a little before the transformation was complete so he took the chance to lick around the puncture wound on your neck once more, saliva closing the bite marks until they were small indentations. A rush of endorphins suddenly surged through his body, making him gasp at the flurry of emotions he was bombarded with that surely weren’t his own. He looked down at you, watching as it almost seemed like you were sleeping. Even so, he was still experiencing this rush of emotion. If he focused hard enough, he could sift through them, finding tendrils attached to you in some way. Somehow he knew. Is this what being a sire was like? Just as quickly as they came, it seemed like they were dispersed somewhere in his mind. It felt like they had been tucked away carefully in the back of his head somewhere, leaving him a little dizzy.

He was probably dazed over the thought that he had finally put a claiming bite on the one person he promised he would never put one on. He thumbed the wound gently, a lick of strange arousal finding its way from the pit in his stomach at the thought that you bore his mark now. He grunted at the intruding thought. A snap of a twig made him snap out of it completely, putting him on edge. Just across from the clearing, he could see the flashing red eyes of a very angry coven leader. Tom made sure to step in front of your prone form as he took to his feet, meeting Tord’s fiery gaze head-on.

“Thomas,” a seething growl found its way in the tense air of the cold night. Tom shifted, shoes crunching in the loose dirt that had been kicked up by his scrambling earlier. The action caused Tord to pause his advancement, eyes boring into your limp figure on the grassy plane just at Tom’s feet. “What have you done?”

“I saved them.” Tom panted, feeling his fangs elongate again as Tord tried getting near. 

“You sired them?! You seething imbecile. You dare sire someone under my leadership. There are rules, Thomas.” Tord hissed, flicking his wrist so that the rest of the coven came out from the clearing’s edge, previously covered by the shadows the trees provided. Tom took a step back at the sight of them all. Their eyes were glowing red as they closed in. 

“Take the fledgling away before they turn feral.” Tord grunted, flicking a wrist towards Tom while he was distracted by Paul and another vampire who came closer to you. “And you, you will be punished for this, Thomas.” He sighed as Tom squirmed in his invisible grasp. His feet didn’t touch the ground as Tord teleported the whole coven back to the dwellings of the grand castle all the villages around feared.

“No! Don’t take them away from me!” Tom growled, jaws snapping at a vampire that was passing by with you in tow. Your face was still slack, still unconscious from the vast changes your body was facing. Immortality sure was a heavy thing to bare. Tord tutted at the display. 

“Oh, Thomas. How pathetic you are. Here’s hoping that they won’t cause much trouble in the dungeons. It would be a shame if I had to cast them into the sun so prematurely.” He gave a smirk as Tom froze, mouth snapping shut as he watched you be taken down the winding halls. Tord laughed sinisterly at the look of sorrow that crossed Tom’s face for a second before an icy mask took its place. “Now, let us discuss the terms of your punishment, yes?” He says as he turns towards the opposite side of the castle with a struggling Tom in his hold.

The end.

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[sillyvampireboi]

Endless sea of pain

Contents: mentions of war, trauma, description of injuries and dying, horror, gore,

a/n: it’s writing exercise for ya boi. A happy one is coming for this cinnamon roll soon too (I hope)! I had this sudden idea: how Renfield coped /coping with living through wars.

Hope you enjoy, well they way if it can be 😅 tagging: @unholy-gigi -let me know if you would like to be tagged :)

English is still not my first language

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Renfield hated wars. Not just the big ones, but every kind of war. They weren’t fun, unlike Dracula seemed to think, no.

The prince of darkness found his enjoyment in the sorrow and fury of the human hearts, just to see how the mind gets corrupted right after the seeds bloom in the main arteries and have their fruits. He reaped these sour fruits, swallowed them greedily, when there was none left he tossed the empty shells behind and creeped into innocent gardens.

What he didn’t seem to notice were the endless sea of bodies, the smell of death in the gray, ashy air and the mocking light on rotten flesh. But Renfield saw them, felt them and sometimes what was worse, smelled them. They haunted his dreams, not letting him sleep and their ghosts visited him during days. He dreaded the sounds of cannons and bombs, screaming right above his head just to fly away and impact the ground with the sound of thousand cries.

Oh and to see severed hands and limbs, half alive corpses trying to climb far away, but to where they didn’t know, to hear the sobs of men and women begging for an end, and the wounds! To see the wounds rotting in living flesh, to drag away the already broken and present them for the Master, hearing the cries of gratefulness just to toss them before a beast.

Robert Montague Renfield, who first traveled to a strange, far away land in the hope to make good business and support his family, now being objected to seeing horrors of humankind. Experiencing inventions with a childlike hope and wonder just to see them being used for slaughter.

No, he didn’t like wars, nor killing innocents for this matter. It didn’t matter what he tried, seen and felt, horrors tormented him in his sleep, seeing himself next to Dracula. He appeared as a huge dark figure, glowing blood-red orbs for eyes and snow-white shark teeth for fangs. He was laughing with a cruel, high pitched voice lacking any warmth, locking Renfield’s head to look at something. They were standing on a hill, below them in a valley were an ocean of bodies. They were screaming, begging and crying, trying to climb out but always failing. Waves of bombshells fell onto them without a stop, suffocating them under severed body parts.

“Go bring my dinner.” - Renfield heard the inhuman order of his master as he started to walk among the rotting air. As he reached the bottom, he heard the ear piercing sound of a canon flying towards him and —

He woke with a broken yell again, sweating or crying he couldn’t tell, all he could think of was the eyes of man, staring into his soul.

No, Renfield didn’t like wars. He preferred the interesting, busy city life or quiet evenings in general.

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[seleneblue]

Winter Fruit (Part 1)

x. Dracula 2020 x. Dracula x Reader x. Explicit x. Summary: A new life, a new chapter, and everything is getting so heated. x. Word count: 630

“What is it that you desire?”

So lush, lovely, and dark. The vampire’s voice is like a fine and deadly syrup. The vowels tickle in your ear like a beautiful, sinister little dance.

The sun slowly dips below the horizon. Plush curtains and lamps with soft amber glows blocked out most of the golden rays, except for one sliver peeking through a far off window. Close enough for you to see the waning sunlight, and far away to do any harm. Soon, the night would bloom with pinholes of stars like silent cosmic guardians flitting over your darkest desires.

The vampire is talking to you.

You reach for an onyx bowl and finger a fresh fig, delaying the inevitable answer Dracula already knew. Days passed—maybe even a week—since you eschewed your old life. Abandoned routines and livelihoods to run head first into his arms with no plan, present or future.

You make eye contact with him and bite into the petal-soft ripened fig instead of answering. You hope it burns him. Just a little bit, enough for some delicious trouble.

Dracula says your name one more time. The urge to say Yes, Daddy pulsates in your throat.

You eat the rest of the fig. “Mm, you.”

In Dracula’s chambers the fireplace is full of blue and orange tipped flames. Something else in you is already burning, it’s mossy and ancient. Carnality lives in your mouth.

If only he would fully taste it.

Everything around you both is an embrace and a spell. Wreaths of dried pomegranates and lamb’s ear (fairy treasures, Dracula tells you), candle sconces, and portraits of beautiful women and men long gone adorn the flocked velvet wallpaper. The room is warm and the heat pools inside your belly in wild anticipation of his mouth, his such sharp teeth.

In this arid, forest-tinged museum is where new art will be made—Dracula’s worship of you.

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Dracula is upon you before you take a new breath. The scent of you is intoxicating, like a lush forbidden fruit. The rising heat makes you both hunger.

“What is it that you desire?” he asks again.

At this moment, you study his hands. How close they are to your neck, how large they are against your skin. His fingers trace lines at your clavicles, the other hand reaching to your breast and teases your nipples.

You gasp. Dracula continues.

“Yesterday, you asked me to rip your dress off into shreds,” he says into your ear. “And you rode my thigh.”

Dracula nips at your neck. Teasing, so much teasing. You moan and his eyes turn red. “The day before that, I worshiped your slit again and again.” You grin, remembering the delicious forced orgasms, quivering in a pile of sticky sweat with pinpricks of blood glistening at your throat.

Dracula shivers with arousal. “You are beautiful, my dove,” he says.

He bites you hard, leaves a trickle of blood on your neck and chest in his destructive wake.  Sighing, you try to muster the words of your desire. “Tell me,” he commands.

The small puncture marks on your neck ache with pleasure. Your lips feel warm, pulsating at the prospect of his kisses, and even more pleasure. Languid thoughts race through your head, if he could take you fully. If Dracula could make you truly his.

Dracula lazily pinches your nipples again, your body keeps heating up. The wet space between your thighs throbs. “I want you,” you say. “All of you—completely inside me.”

He straddles you and that sickly divine scent of mythology and dark pomegranates fills your nose. You’re ready to take him, to be filled up with his hard hot sex. You’re ready to be a bride.

“You wish is my command,” Dracula says. “My bride.”

Part 2 (Coming soon, hopefully by the end of this week.)

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[420sharky770]

the feeling of love pt.2

warning: blood, transformation, cnc, cussing, slut shaming, hair pulling, being tied up, being in pain. Word Count: 1k

he promised you forever, you sat in your room special room thinking about those words, "forever..?" you looked around at the room he gave you. Red walls, a queen bed with black and red and gold bedding, it was a canopy bed, and then there was a beautiful white rug on the floor that went well with the oak wood floors.

you sat in your bed waiting for him to come in and feed on you, and maybe even turn you, you read a book. book wasint very helpful, it was about murder or something, you didint really know. you were pretty destracted. you thought to yourself.."he wont know if i..." you began to touch yourself and squirm and moan as you did, it went on for about 20 mins but you couldint reach an orgazm.

you didint want to give up but something was telling you to, you didint listen and you kept going as the door opened. giving you no time to stop he caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.

he slammed the door without moving anything but a flick of his wrist. he stared down at you, "did i give orders to let you play with yourself slut?"

you slowly shook your head no and went to stop, "dont stop keep going" he pulled up a chair and sat in it, undoing his belt, "keep going slut, id like to watch you"

you sat there for a minute and he soon said, "i gave you an order. keep going"

you immiedietly obeyed and you kept going. it was getting know where, you couldint have an orgazm, he just watched you with your hand in your silk panties rubbing and thrusting your fingers in and out of you. he smirked and said, "what baby cant cum~?" you teared up and shook your head no. he got up and grabbed you by your ankles and dragged you to him. he looked down at you, as you had your hand out your panties now, he gently grabbed your wrist and licked your fingers you used to masturbate with. "mmm baby your divine..~"

you began to tremble, as he made you sit up, and he grabbed you by your hair and slammed you onto the floor and pinned you down, "so baby, i think you need to be punished because, obviously you like to disobey me. do you think so?" he started tying your hands, the soft white rug under you felt so good on your back. you slowly nodded. "yes.." you managed to squeak out.

"yes what~?"

"yes sir.."

"good girl~" he kissed your neck and lingered there. "instead of fucking, i think ill make you writhe in pain~"

"wh-" you soon were bit and he covered your mouth to muffle your screams. you tossed and turned and clawed and snarled, it hurt so bad. it made you want to bash your head in over and over. "it burns!!!" you held your body and your head and you soon felt weak, slowly fell into unconsciousness.

you woke up some hours later laying on the bed in a beautiful silk black sleeping gown dress. you felt nothing. not even your own heartbeat. you slowly sat up, Azeal was sitting at the end of the bed smiling at you "welcome to the new world baby"

within a second you were sitting on his lap, "i-im yours forever now right? you wont leave me? you wont turn me away? you love and keep me forever?"

he smiled and kissed you lovingly, "forever my love. your mine and only mine, no one else can touch you. go look in the mirror" he smiled and you got up and went over into the mirror. you were stunning. long silky smooth hair that flowed down your back. you had a beautiful hour glass shape body and thick thighs, nice round ass and a good set up c's. you looked up at him and he wrapped his arms around you kissing your neck, your jaw, cheek and the top of your head, he was still way taller then you.

you looked at your eyes, they were a beautiful ruby color. you smiled and tightened his arms around you more. "will you be mine..forever my love?" he asked, instead of a ring he pulled out a necklace. it was long a gold and the pendant was ruby shaped into a rose, and you nodded, "yours forever" he put the necklace on you.

you smiled at the beauty of it, and before you could think more, he picked you up and slammed you down on the bed and began kissing you. oh god this felt way better as a vampire. you kissed back and he began to strip you, as he also undid his belt at the same time.

he swiftly switched you around and bent you over the bed, and he kissed your neck more and more as he slipped it in. he fucked you silly, pounded into you like an inmate whos been locked away for 20 years. he fucked you so god damn good, he slapped your ass over and over again to where his hand was bruised into your skin. you screamed and moaned and begged, "no fuck to rough!~" you both knew damn well you loved every second of this

he smiled and he felt you begin to have an orgazm as you squirm and shook under him as he came inside of you, pumping in and out of you till you were full of his dead little vampires.

you panted and went limp on the bed as he pulled out and kissed you, "your amazing baby" he whispered in your ear as he carried you to go take a nice warm bath with him, "mine" he whispered to himself with a soft smile on his face, holding you closer. "yours" you hid your face in his neck.

#vampires #r@pe fantasy #biting and love #vampire fic #vampire fanfic #vampire x reader #love bites

[whaleok]

Ch. 10 The Merlin Gates

Summary: It's been four months since the defeat of Voldemort. Heartbroken and traumatized, Hermione heads toward her final year at Hogwarts, alone. But Hogwarts isn't the same, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is causing waves within the Wizarding community. Lycanthropes and Death Eaters alike remain unaccounted for, and people are still missing. Even worse, Hermione finds herself drawn to the completely changed Malfoy, an obsession she can't quite let go of.   Art by: celestikatt If you'd like to give her a follow, you can check out her portfolio here: https://celestikatt.carrd.co/ My AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38805939/chapters/109681344 Hello everyone~ It’s almost Christmas and the last time I updated was before Halloween... Yeah, about that---  For some reason it took me entirely too long to write this update. I wish I could say that I can smash updates out quicker, but I just can’t seem to manage to. Once a month seems to be my utmost limit, unless I stumble into writer's block. And this chapter I did, hahahaha Yeah, it took four different attempts until I was finally happy. Ironically, most of my writing gets stuck somewhere in limbo in a file I called blurbs that never ever will likely see the light of day. Anywhoo-- happy update day!!!

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[bearfoottruck]

FANFIC UPDATE 2-25-2024

ANOTHER fanfic update on a Sunday!? You may be asking what's going on, but you see, Tumblr user @syrips created this challenge called Vampentine's Month 2024, and I decided to take part in it with a Sonouge fic titled How It Reflects On You (Fanfiction, AO3). Obviously, it's part of the prompt "Mirror".

Also, today is my birthday.

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[spaghettibabie]

THE FIRST CHAPTER OF MY VAMPIRE AU FIC IS HEREEEEE

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[mad-maximoff]

I drew a new cover for my Catherine Zeta-Jones vampire fanfic❤️

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[vampirically-obssesed]

Working on a modifying a screenshot from Anipoke for a little scene within Knight for a new Queen. Link to first chapter

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[anya-the-huntress]

Spiracle, Flower Face

Your freedom comes with a price. I am Anya. Give in to me.

Lyrics

I want the parts of you you only show

To the corner of your bathroom mirror

I want the parts of your hand-grenade heart

That beat slowly with anger and fear

I want the parts of you you only show

To the birds outside your bedroom window

I want the teeth that you lost as a child

That you hide in a box under your pillow

I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing

The salt on your lips and the hands that God gave you

And I want your violence, your silent sedation

Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation

And I want your pyro, your born-again virgin

Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling

And I want your Jesus, your suicide mission

Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition

And I want your parties, the shark in your water

The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over

And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow

The sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow

I want your secrets, your clementine fields

The ropes that you climb up, the parts that won't heal

I want your safe word, your passive resistance

The sickness you foster, your favorite addictions

And I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway

Your paralyzed sleep and your-

I want you, butterfly, I want you, sailor

I am your lover and I am your jailor

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[roselilies]

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