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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Moon Boys w/ a Vampire SO

Moon Boys X f!Vamp!Reader

Thank you @grumpyahjumma for requesting. Holy HELL this one got away from me. PLEASE READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, blood, blood play, blood as lube, the boys are human, reader is a vampire, p in v creampie, blood eating, lots of blood so don't read if you're squeamish. I think I tagged everything but just be warned that I went in on these headcanons a little so please just know that. Ok ily bye.

Word Count: 1.5k

Marc

Caring for You -

Marc isn’t going to want you going outside during the day at all. There was one time he forgot your umbrella on a rainy day (cloudy days are normally safe for you but the boys usually bring an umbrella in case the clouds clear), and when the clouds did clear, it was an all out mad dash to the car before you, quite literally, burned to death. Marc decided never to risk that again, so now you just stay indoors with him when he’s fronting.

You hadn’t expected Marc to take an interest in cuisine, but he started trying to figure out new and interesting recipes with…blood…that you might enjoy. Most were admittedly a miss, but you were supportive in trying them anyway.

Marc is an acts of service kind of man, so he will be making sure the house is “vampire friendly”. There are dark, light eliminating curtains on every window.

Since you never sleep you have lots of hobbies and Marc is supportive of them all. He enjoys you telling him about them and sometimes joining you. Marc also likes when you ask him to help you with projects, he likes feeling needed.

Feeding -

Marc often feels like he’s not as useful to you as he wants to be, so he feels good knowing that you need him for anything, but especially if it means sustaining your life.

Marc, being touch starved as he is, loves the closeness of feeding. He prefers to be completely naked while you do it, and so do you. He likes the feeling of your chest against his. Sometimes though, after an especially hard day, his favorite position is to have his back against your chest while you’re draining him from the neck.

He doesn’t whine or whimper like Steven does, but he lets out deep exhales through his nostrils that remind you of something sort of primal while you drink your fill.

Fucking -

Sex with Marc is always nice, but it’s particularly spectacular during or just after a feeding. Marc is always stiff, uptight and stressed, so seeing him a little dazed from blood loss and just laying back and letting you satisfy him is nice. He prefers to just curl up next to you and rest his cock inside of you while just feeling your closeness, but sometimes he likes to fuck you while you feed.

Marc’s favorite position is when you’re on the couch, he’s resting his head on your shoulder, your back is against his chest, cock sheathed in your soaking wet hole, and his bleeding wrist is pressed against your lips.

“Feels good baby.” He says in a breathless tone, rutting up into you, “never felt anything like this, shit.”

When he’s weakened from blood loss, but still hard inside of you, you’ll take over, pressing both feet firmly on the floor, grabbing hold of his knees tightly and riding him. Even in his fatigue, he’ll squeeze your cheeks and tap them lovingly.

“Love the way your pussy looks baby, sliding down over me like that.”

One time he even dropped some of the blood from his wrist onto his cock while you were riding him. You’d never felt anything so warm.

Steven

Caring for you -

Steven has insisted that if you aren’t going to use them for feeding every time you’re hungry (maybe they’re weak or you just fed and they need time to replenish), that you use blood bags. He won’t tolerate harming others or animals.

That being said, Steven gets a job at a blood bank just to support your need even though blood grosses him out and he ends up forfeiting the body to Marc to get through the shift.

Steven is always making sure that you have your sunhat and carries an umbrella around to keep you out of the sun.

He's sort of an insomniac and so he stays up late with you, which you appreciate, but when it’s time for him to go to sleep you lull him to bed by reading some of his favorite books to him, fingers entwined in his hair.

He’s always forgetting that you’re a vampire when he makes food and asks you if you want some. “Oh, oh yeah, heh, sorry love, I’m guessing you don’t want anything to do with a bowl of cereal yeah?”

Feeding -

Feeding is surprisingly one of Steven’s favorite things to do with you because of how intimate it can be. There’s nothing quite like him with his arms wrapped around you, and yours around his, while you feed.

He giggles a little at how cold you are when you first touch him, but eventually he warms your body as you drink.

Steven whines and whimpers while you take from him. He’s delicious, and though they all taste the same, they all make you feel different. Steven is soft, gentle, you feel bad taking too much from him, and so you only take exactly what you need, and nothing more.

You would think he’d be so tired he’d pass right out, but feeding often arouses Steven. He usually says something along the lines of, “feels so good to know I’m part of you, like we’re connected or somefin.”

Fucking -

Steven’s cock is thick and erect by the time you’re halfway through your feeding. He’s been rutting against your leg for some time now and doesn’t even give you the chance to get your panties off before he’s tugging them aside and plunging it deep within your soaking cunt.

He’s told you before that nothing feels as good as having an orgasm while you drink from him. You wouldn’t ever know what that felt like, but you knew that having an orgasm while feeding was like nothing you’d experienced as a human.

Steven would gain energy out of nowhere as he got closer, he was weakened from the blood loss but once he was about to lose it he would start thrusting vigorously, saying things like, “oh, oh my, dove you can…suck it from me harder, just take it all I don’t care,” and “don’t stop, drain me, drain my body please…”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about draining him of blood or…something else.

Jake

Caring for You -

Jake is your partner in crime. He’s mastered shutting the boys out when you need a brutally good feeding and helps you in finding the perfect victim. You’re not cruel, you’re not going after innocent people or kids, but you’re sure the woman who was about to be the victim of a stabbing in an alleyway was grateful for you and Jake.

Jake is a man of the night, and so as long as the body isn’t in need of rest, he’s up with you. He likes dancing to music in the living room and sometimes taking long walks along the beach in the moonlight with you.

Jake knows that sometimes your jaw aches from feeding and…other activities, so he’s mastered giving you facial massages to soothe your muscles.

Feeding -

Even though they all share the same body, Jake can somehow keep his strength longer than the others while you’re feeding from him. You can’t explain it, and neither can they, but he pushes through by some miracle.

Jake also doesn’t stop at just the neck for feeding. He wants bites all over his body. He especially loves the ones you leave on his lower abdomen and in between his thighs.

One time, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and you bit deep into his inner thigh. He grunted from the pain, but once you were drinking he was moaning deeply. Neither of you even had to touch his cock for him to shoot cum all over your face while you fed.

Fucking -

Jake often blurred the lines between feeding and fucking. Not that the others didn’t, but feeding was almost always foreplay for Jake. You’d made it common practice to remove the sheets and replace them with plastic when it came time to have sex with Jake after and during a feeding because it always got messy.

You were biting him, covering his entire body in marks that trickled small streams of blood. He especially loved when he couldn’t tell the difference between the wetness from your cunt, or from his blood while he was fucking you. Both liquids were warm, and slick while he pounded deep into your slippery channel.

Jake also loved how he could get rough with you. He could bite you, slap you, squeeze his hands around your throat and nearly choke you to death and you would come right out of it like nothing had ever happened.

“I just wanna tear you open bebita.” He says, digging his nails into your hips, scratching the skin there harshly.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t feel pain, you certainly could, but your wounds could heal within moments, especially being so well fed. Having Jake fill you up until you were dripping with his spend while nearly ripping your skin off felt better than you liked to admit.

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year

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My Porcelain Doll

Vampire Jake Lockley x Reader

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Jake never thought he would have a treat so sweet like her.

Her innocence and kind heart made him even more eager to keep her forever.

But, Marc and Steven insisted on treading lightly with you.

You were sitting on the couch, reading a book before you felt someone's fingers go across your neck making you shiver.

A low chuckle came from behind you and you bent your neck backwards to see Jake above you.

"Hi." You said with a smile, making him chuckle again.

"Hello, sweet girl. Would you like some breakfast? We need to feed today so I need to make sure you're nice and healthy." Jake said leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Can I have some toast?" You asked making him smile.

"Of course, sweet girl." He replied looking down at you.

The way you looked right now was driving him crazy, he wanted to touch every part of your body and hear your sweet voice moaning his name.

But, he needed to be slow with you, just like Marc and Steven had said.

You put your book down and went over to where Jake was making your breakfast.

You got really nervous everytime they had to feed off you.

They'd find you and you begged for them to not kill you, but that wasn't ever their plan.

So, now you had an agreement.

They'd take care of you and you'd 'take care' of them.

You'd only had them feed on your four times now, and you were still getting used to it.

They actually hadn't let Jake feed on you yet, they were too scared.

But, you weren't worried.

"Will it be you doing it today?" You asked softly as Jake turned to you.

"Why, angel?" Jake asked as you looked away from him.

"You haven't done it yet." You muttered as Jake smiled and came over to you.

He brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Do you want me to do it, hmm?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Is that okay?" You whispered as he licked his lips.

"That's more than okay, sweet girl. Let's get you some food."

You'd finished your breakfast while you talked with Jake.

"Think you're ready, mi amor?" Jake asked as you nodded.

He sat on the couch and patted his lap, smirking.

You carefully straddled his waist as he gripped onto your hips.

"I've been waiting for this." He whispered, slowly kissing your neck.

"I'm scared." You whispered, somehow you saying that made Jake even more excited.

"Shh, sweet girl. There's no need to be afraid of me." Jake whispered as he looked at you and ran his finger over your cheek.

You were afraid, but you felt a certain kind of hunger inside of yourself too.

You quickly moved forward and connected your lips with his.

A low growl came from Jake as he reached up and gripped your hair roughly.

He quickly controlled the kiss as you melted into him.

He grabbed your waist and turned you around so he could throw you onto the couch.

You gasped and looked up at him with a flushed face.

"You started something you can't stop, little one." Jake whispered as he kissed down your neck.

"I don't want it to stop, take me." You whispered as Jake held your face in his hand before moving to your neck and biting into it roughly, over Marc and Steven's scars they'd left.

You cried out in pain as Jake moaned softly, finally he could have what he'd been begging for.

He was drowned in your scent, getting drunk on the sound of your pain.

He kept moving to different spot of your neck, he wanted to mark you as much as he could.

He leaned back when he was satisfied to see you in a dazed state and crying softly.

"So perfect, my sweet girl." He whispered, licking his lips while he watched you cry.

He leaned down and kissed you softly.

"It hurts." You whispered, crying softly as Jake leaned down and started to lick and kiss over the wounds.

"Shh, I've got you." He whispered, treating you so softly.

"Come on, you need rest." He said before pulling away and gently picking you up.

He took you back to bed and climbed in beside you.

You cuddled into him and he looked down at your wounded neck and smiled.

"Might be a good idea to get you a collar to cover these up when we're in public." He said as you hummed in agreement, too tired to talk.

"Such a good girl, get some rest." Jake whispered kissing the top of your head.

"Mi muñeca de porcelana."

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brittlebarbie · 8 months

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GUYSSSS HEAR ME OUT!!

vampire Steven Grant/Jake Lockely/ Marc Spector as the phantom of the opera.

PLZ PLZ PLZ SOMEONE DRAW OR WRITE ABOUT THIS!!

The vampire idea from @melodygatesauthor :)

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andythelemon · 3 months

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Remember 2022’s shonen poster zine? Stay tuned for the much-anticipated shojo counterpart!

It’ll be up for preorder HERE 💖

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sailorstarr-chan4 · 16 days

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Anime Titles Summarized (Poorly)

Vampire Knight: *insert Twilight joke here* Ouran High School Host Club: *small child voice* There's debauchery here! Sailor Moon: Everyone's bi. No, I mean it. EVERYONE. Clannad: I'm not crying yOU'RE CRYING Your Lie in April: Mommy Issues & Lots of Tissues Fruits Basket: MOMMY ISSUES ON STEROIDS Yuri on Ice: Sexy gay figure skating Sk8 the Infinity: Sexy gay skate-boarding Blue Exorcist: "[Satan] may have been your father, but he wasn't your daddy." FullMetal Alchemist: Family is your best ally Trigun: Family is your worst enemy Kaguya-sama Love is War: Idiots to Lovers the anime The Ancient Magus Bride: What if a monsterfucker romance was also Ace? Violet Evergarden: Gorgeously animated ✨TRAUMA✨ Made in Abyss: Adorably animated ✨TRAUMA✨ Madoka Magica: *Admiral Ackbar voice* IT'S A TRAP! My Hero Academia: X-Men alternative universe where mutants are the majority of the population Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke came here to chew bubble gum and kick ass. And he's all out of bubble gum. Inuyasha: Time travel, youkai, and jewel shards, oh my! Ranma 1/2: The original bisexual harem Urusei Yatsura: Crack. Just pure, unadulterated alien crack. MAO: Feral Catgirl x Tired Catboy Tokyo Mew Mew: Cute girl fursonas are named after food Shugo Chara!: His Dark Materials magical girl!AU Kamisama Kiss: The How to Train Your Dragon of shoujo Noragami: Girl adopts homeless god Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle: Eat your heart out, Doctor Who Skip-Beat!: Eat your heart out, slow burn fanfiction Kiss Him Not Me: Losing weight = gaining a harem Baccano!: Murders on the Immortal Mafia Express Cowboy Bebop: Bounty hunters need therapy Attack on Titan: EVERYONE NEEDS THERAPY Alice in the Country of Hearts: The sexiest and unhealthiest escapism Cardcaptor Sakura: Beautiful gay representation, terrible Elephant in the Room Fushigi Yuugi: Look, when I said falling in love with a fictional character, I didn't mean that LITERALLY-- Angel Sanctuary: Mutual incest destroys the world as we know it Guilty Crown: Unrequited incest destroys the world as we know it Zombie Land Saga: The undead as cutesy idols. That's it. That's the show. Yurikuma Arashi: Lesbian bears Princess Tutu: Duck becomes ballerina

#okay I made it 40 titles that's good enough for now lol #maybe I'll do a part 2 later????#Starling ramblings #anime #manga #anime and manga #Vampire Knight #Ouran High School Host Club #Sailor Moon #Inuyasha #FullMetal Alchemist #My Hero Academia #Kamisama Kiss #Noragami #Attack on Titan #Yuri on Ice #parody #funny #80 notes

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femmeanonymelives · 7 months

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Steven Grant x Vampire!Reader Headcanon

This is NSFW. 18+ stuff y'all. Minors please find something family-friendly. Warning: This is contains a vampire. Blood/gore, sexual content, public sexual content, and Steven being a horny over a Vampire.

Note from Ari: This is my very first time in years trying to write smut. I was inspired by the many AI Steven bots. The Vampire!Steven one by @melodygatesauthor helped out a lot, and the many, many Boyfriend erotic audios on Quinn.

He meets you at a library that is open 24 hours a day.

You stand there in the history section, wearing a dark colored leather trench coat and floral dress. Your skin is pale, but still appears human. The rest of your appearance is almost human-like.

Steven is shy when approaching you.

Women like you terrify him.

Marc and Jake tell him to go for it. If he doesn’t they will.

He approaches you with a shy hello. You turn him to say hi.

He asks what is your favorite period in history.

You tell him during the Victorian era and give your explanation why.

Mostly because you were a baby vampire during that time, but you didn’t tell him that.

You gave the normal history buff shepile.

You are worried that he might think you are a freak.

He doesn’t.

Two of you share dinner at a local late-night diner.

You kept staring at his neck. Looking at the veins. Wondering what would happen if you sink your fangs in.

No. He is a nice guy. A human. He is actually normal

Steven asks why your eyes went dark and bloodshot.

You leave him in the diner and run to a nearby alley.

He follows you. He sees your fangs.

“It is not what it looks like.”

“You are a vampire.”

“I am not going to hurt you.”

He moves up closer to you, touching your face. “How old are you?”

“I am 23 years old, but I have been that age since 1850.” Steven isn’t frightened of you; he is worried.

Marc and Jake are freaking out. “You need to leave her now.” “She is not worth the hassle. She will kill us.”

Steven kisses you instead and you kiss him back. Marc and Jake freaking out wondering what the hell is wrong with Steven.

His tender touches make you feel like you are human again.

You are with your back against the wall. Your lips against his neck as your fangs pierced in his neck.

He groans loudly, but not in pain; in pleasure.

You start drinking his blood as you feel him press his erection against you; trying to get himself some sort of relief.

You pull yourself off his neck. He stares in complete lust as he stares at your blood-stained lips and chin.

He takes you back to his place.

His flat is scattered with books. Mostly from Egyptian history and journals.

You started to really fall for him.

You both take off each others’ clothes.

You trace the bite mark on his neck with your finger. He tells you he liked being bit by you.

You straddle his hips as you start to ride him.

His flat fills with skin slapping against skin, moans from the both of you.

He begs for you to bite him when you come as he starts pounding his cock deeper and deeper inside you.

You tell him no. You didn’t want to lose control.

He whimpers to you that he will tell you to let go of him.

You bite into his neck as you cum.

Steven whimpers and moans loudly as you bite into him again.

His arms wrap around you tightly as he can keep you close to you.

Grinding your hips into his as you ride out your orgasm.

His thrusts become deeper and sloppier as he whimpers out that he is close.

You pull your mouth from him as he marks your neck and breasts with love bites.

He cums inside you and hard.

You bite your wrist and give him your blood so his neck wound can heal.

He pulls out and gets a washcloth to clean you up.

You ask if he is okay as you trace over the scar on his neck where you bite him earlier.

He responds that he is okay.

You notice his accent is more American, not British.

“Steven? You okay?”

“I am not Steven.. My name is Marc, and we need to talk.”

#steven grant fanfic #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfic #vampire!reader #moon knight smut

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oddballwriter · 7 months

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Dwelling in the Night

Series Masterlist

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Summary: There's a new vigilante figure out on the streets at night. And there's also a new neighbor on the same floor as Steven and the rest of the boys.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, dead bodies, crime, all that. Reader is a vampire so it's implied that they consume blood and all that. Also, Y/N kills, but the act is never actually written or depicted. Steven being dumb and clueless for reasons of the plot. This is mostly Steven-centric and Marc-centric but Jake's here too but doesn't really do anything for the plot other than simply have some lines that progress the plot. Gender-neutral reader with they/them being used for them. Heads up, it does get a bit confusing in one part but I think it's fine.

Author’s Snip: I wrote this in one sitting and it's currently 1:30 am. Honestly, anything to stall my studying for an exam for one of my classes. I wrote this fucking unit of a shot involving my love for vampire Y/N's just to do it.

Notes: Please appreciate vampire reader. We need more of that in the x reader community. I as a reader would love for that to happen more often. Thank you.

Word count: 2,600~

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

The system took pride in their patrolling. Even if it was still doing work for Khonshu, they were still free in what they did when coming across a criminal rather than being yapped at. It brought a sort of satisfaction of taking, or at least scaring, another threat off the street. But things were getting weird, and slightly disturbing.

Criminals had started to drop like flies with a theme of them being found in dark alleys with bitten throats, but there was never any blood to be found that made sense with their wounds. Just their pale corpses with looks of fear or shock in their glazed-over eyes.

Jake admired the simple tactic of scaring off would be scum by the fear of being the next person in the obituaries, but he had to admit that the method of doing that was unsettling. He just killed them and let whoever came across the scene be shucked with cleaning the mess.

Marc worried that this other party wasn't actually someone necessarily on "the right side" and this was an actual threat to the public that just so happened to have a streak going with having their victims coincidentally being criminals.

It wasn't until they came across two cases that proved that worry otherwise.

The first was a girl they found running around the alleys in a panic. When they went to her and asked if she was okay, she was babbling about something in her panting. "There was this guy! He dragged me into the alleys, he held up a knife to me and was threatening me!" she explained pointing in the general direction, but she kept talking "But this... in the shadows, there were these two glowing lights, like eyes! And this person came out from there and grabbed them." she said. "I just ran off I didn't know where to go! They were blocking off the way to the street." she exclaimed.

It was actually Steven who was fronting then. He helped her calm down and led her out of the alley system and back in to get the perp and maybe help whoever got him away from the poor woman. But when he found the guy, he was like all the others he and the system had heard about.

Dead with a bitten throat, fear on their face, and hardly any blood in the pool for it to make sense.

The second was with Marc himself. He dropped in on a duo of muggers who cornered a young man, getting a left hook in on one of them. But his buddy ran off into the dark and dank alleys to get away. Marc needed to do a few more punches to get the first down and out before chasing after the second, but he swore he could've seen a figure follow after them in the corner of his vision.

He heard the sound of what must have been the guy's scream as soon as Marc moved on.

But when Marc got there, he was already on the wet brick floor writhing and grabbing at his neck. He saw them. A figure in the shadows where the backlights couldn't reach to show them in all say for a silhouette, had ducked into another alley. "Hey!" Marc called to them before chasing after them. But when he turned the corner, they were gone, only seeing a complete dead end.

When Marc came back to the guy, he found him trying to breathe through a gargled, and bitten, throat. He tried his best to help the guy since he was still alive. Unfortunately, bites to the jugular weren't kind injuries to those who are dealt them.

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"I don't understand," Steven mutters as Marc slides back into their flat after patrolling and finding a few more crooks who came across this other person. "Why the injuries to the neck? And how is there hardly any blood?" he questions, "There's nowhere for it to go. There's nowhere for them to go. They just come out of nowhere and pick these blokes off and leave in such a short moment.".

"I don't know. And I don't think I want to know. This freak's keeping the load easier for us by doing whatever they're doing with these guys." Marc says, emphasizing the word 'freak'. "Hey, watch who you're calling a freak, amigo. We aren't exactly normal either." Jake says, mostly joking. "Yeah, sure. But we're not the one who's having our guys come up without a drop of blood left in them." Marc defends.

A crash is heard from nearby, in the flat next door.

"The hell's going on over there?" Marc muttered to himself as a reaction to the sound, but Steven said a name almost instantly.

"Who?" Marc asked.

"It's Y/N. They're our neighbor. They moved in a few months ago." Steven answered. "I've never heard of them." Marc comments before Steven quips back with "That's because you two hardly meet anybody.".

"Give me the body for a bit. I want to check on them. That sounded like something big fell over." Steven requests. Marc shrugs and switches out after briefly instructing "Put the body to sleep when you're done.".

Steven un-summons the suit, steps out into the hallway, steps towards your door, and knocks. After a beat, the door opens enough to have your head pop through, but not enough to show the rest of your flat like a fully opened door would. Which he didn't really mind, you always did this whenever he or anyone would knock. "Hello." Steven greets you with a little smile.

You look worried at seeing him in front of you. "I heard a pretty loud noise come from your flat. Is everything okay?" Steven asked. "Yeah. I'm so sorry. I knocked over a shelf." you answer. Steven is shocked for a bit, "A shelf? My word. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to help you lift it back up?" Steven stresses as he moves to the side to peak into your flat to see how bad the damage is. But you quickly pull back in and tighten the width of the open door to a sliver , making him unable to see the inside with a "No!".

He pulls away, startled at the sudden reaction.

You open the door back up to step out again. "I'm sorry about that." you timidly apologize. "It's fine. I can pick it back up on my own. Thank you for offering to help and for your concern." you say. "There's some blood on your hand." Steven notices. You pull your hand behind your back at the realization. "It's fine. I'll clean it up myself." you blurt out as you go back into your flat with a quick "Good night, Steven." before closing and re-locking the door behind you, all before he can properly react.

"Good night?" Steven repeats back in confusion.

"That was weird." Marc comments, exposing that he had watched the whole thing go down. "Yeah. They... are a bit strange. They don't really come out most of the day." Steven explains. "Why were they up this late?" Jake buds in, having seen it all too. "It's nearly four in the morning and they look wide awake and aren't in any pajamas." Jake adds.

The next time Steven saw you, you were bringing a huge box into your apartment a few days after that night.

"Need help?" he asked. "Sure. It's actually really hard to drag around." you admit. As he picked up the other end of the large, and heavy, box and walked with your pace into your flat you spoke. "I'm sorry about the noise and acting weird a few nights ago. I was just embarrassed from having woken you up." you explain. Steven gently huffs, "No need to apologize. I wasn't asleep anyways. I was pulling an all-nighter like you were." Steven reassures. You look at him for a moment, "Oh right. Yeah. I do that a lot. I do better with work at night." you remark.

You two manage to get the box past some things it would have bumped, into and into the space between the space of your bedroom and living room. That's when he sees that there's no bed there in your bedroom area, glancing at the box to see a depiction of a bed frame.

"Changing furniture?" Steven asks. "Yeah. I already sold my old one." you say. Steven quarks a brow, "When? Have you had to sleep on your sofa-?" he asks as he turns towards your living room area before interrupting himself with a "Woah!".

There in the area, where a coffee table should be, was an authentic-looking coffin. "Quite the decor there." Steven comments with a breathy little chuckle. "Yeah. I like the look it had." you claim.

Looking around your flat for the first time, Steven could see it. It wasn't exactly goth per se, but there was a weirdly somber and antique look to your decor. It had that same attic look that Steven's did, but you had an attic feel of that of an abandoned house that was left for the dust bunnies to call home. Almost haunted house-esk with the draw curtains adding to it all.

"Is someone in there?" Steven jokes, mostly to himself. "No." you stutter out, "But it does still open." you mention as you walk towards it to show him by lifting the lid.

And, wow. It was real. It still had the pale pink padding and even the pillow inside of it, still pristine as ever, ignoring a couple of scratches on the outside wood.

"Impressive. How'd you even get your hands on this?" Steven asked. You thought for a moment, most likely trying to recall the answer to that question. "Some funeral places have spares that never got sold. So they sell them for a much cheaper price." you say.

Steven nodded as he took another look at the coffin.

"Well, it really is a nice touch." Steven complimented. "Thank you." you reply with a sigh.

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Again.

And again.

One alley crawler dead and paled out after another.

Finding the bodies seemed to become a normal accordance for the boys when they were out doing their rounds around the city. Whoever this was at least started to lean the bodies against the wall after doing the deed now so that there wasn't just some corpse in the middle of the alley's street.

He was still finding the people this person 'saved' too. With them saying the same thing each time. Talking about a person in the shadows with a pair of glowing eyes being the only visible thing about them and then having gotten whatever criminal tried their luck yanked away into the said shadows with a scream echoing as the victim ran to safety.

They never see the actual person though. They don't seem to wear a costume like they do. No mask. No suit. Their only identity keeper they have being that of the shadows that exist beyond any light sources. The only sign of it being them is just the animal-like glow of their eyes. And one brutal calling card for those who came to see where they were.

Tonight was different.

Marc heard the sound of gunshots and rushed to the scene. But he found someone running for their life trying to leave already. He grabs a hold of them, thinking it was a person escaping a forceful mugging till they tried to aim a gun at him. Thankfully, he manages to subdue them.

"That thing tried to get me!" they shouted frantically as they attempted to get loose. "You gotta let me go, man. I don't want to be another body found around here." they beg.

"They tried robbing someone." a voice rings through.

Marc, and also the person he was holding down, looked towards where it came from. He notices the eyes first, with their white pearly glow surrounded by the rest of their shadowy form. The eyes almost looked like the system when they wore their suits, though it was dimmer, just enough to pierce through the darkness, and looked more like the glow was coming from the irises than the whole eye.

"I stopped them before they could pounce. This one was holding more firepower than most. I didn't want to have to risk it." the voice spoke again.

It felt a little haunting. The glow was almost disarming somehow, and their voice was calm and collected as it naturally echoed through the walls of the buildings, and sounding almost familiar. Marc stood there just staring at them till the person he was holding started thrashing harder in his hold, "Let me go, that thing's going to fucking kill me! I swear to god!" they pleaded.

"You're in his court now. You aren't my issue anymore." the silhouette says looking towards the person from where they were before looking back up at Marc.

"Sorry about me leaving my actual catches around." the silhouette apologizes. "I have nowhere to put them." they add as an explanation.

"Why kill them?" Marc questioned, speaking before really thinking. "You kill some of yours don't you, Moonknight? I don't see why you're judging me." the silhouette remarks. "I meant in the way that you do. I just kill them and leave them. You do... something to them." Marc speaks, hesitating for a second at the latter end.

The silhouette stays silent for a second seemingly striking their eyebrow from the way their eyes move. "I have reasons to do it that you probably wouldn't like to hear." they say. "We're doing the same work either way. My method is just more intense than yours tends to be." they comment before slipping back and disappearing into the shadows.

Marc calls out a "Wait!" but gets nothing in return.

He's just left alone with a scared shitless would-have-been mugger and more questions.

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"Hey!" Steven calls out as he does a brief jog over to you in the hallway. "About time I catch you out in the day." Steven jokes. "Oh. Hello, Steven. Yeah. I needed to run some errands." you say, giving an explanation for the rare occurrence. "Good thing you've come back. It's been overcast all day and would rain at any minute." Steven comments.

"Anyways. I knocked on your door yesterday but you didn't come to the door at all." Steven mentions. "Oh. Really? I'm sorry. I'm usually asleep in the day because of my all-nighters." you claim.

"Really? You've got to be the hardest sleeper then. You're like the dead in there. I knocked hard for a while." Steven explains. "So I've been told." you nervously laugh. "You must be real tired if you usually sleep in the day then," he comments. "Yeah. But I have to deal with it." you say.

"What did you need?" you ask.

"Oh. Nothing from me. I was told to tell you, by the landlord, that there would be a check of the fire alarm system next week and that some might go off." Steven explains. "They tried to knock on your door the day before I knocked, but I guess you were asleep." Steven says. "Yeah. I probably was." you reply, "I'll send them an e-mail or something telling them about my sleep schedule." you mutter to yourself.

"Well, nice running into you. Go get yourself some rest." Steven says as he bids you goodbye by patting your shoulder. "Be sure to wrap yourself in something warm too. You're a bit cold." he adds.

#moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #moon knight #moonknight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #jake lockley #vampire reader #gender neutral reader #long shot #vampire!reader

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good days | vampire!steven grant x reader (feat. jake lockley & marc spector)

please read all of the following warnings before reading!

2.7k word count // this fic includes: the drawing, oral ingestion and consistent mention of blood, the breaking of skin, cum eating, afab!reader, PnV intercourse, assisted handjob. Feel free to notify me if there is anything missed!

credit for fic idea goes to @melodygatesauthor & @welcometostayingawake // co-written by @melodygatesauthor // tagging @in-between-the-cafes for all the vamp boy goodness, hope you like it!!

Fridays are typically relaxing. Easy days spent tucked in on the couch with your nose practically pressed to the screen of your phone until it’s time for Steven to come home from work at the Museum.

Today you’d noticed the day had taken more out of him than usual, or perhaps he’d already been running low before he’d even left out. Either way the second he comes home you know he’s going to need more than a little tender love and care.

You can see it in the way he drags his feet, sags his shoulders forward and blinks back at you so blearily whenever he’s asked a question. He’s thoroughly exhausted and miserable.

“Was work difficult today, honey?” You ask quietly, watching as he wordlessly settles in beside you on the plush burgundy cushions. Pulling the covers up just enough to get under them himself before cuddling as close to you as he physically could without forcing you to move into his lap.

“My boss is a right B-word.” He mumbles softly making you chuckle as he rests his forehead against your left shoulder. Eyes closed, his arms reaching around your waist and resting there.

“What has Big D said now?” You ask amusedly, bringing your left hand up to lace your fingers in his curls. He leans into your touch, nuzzling further against you.

“I don’t want to talk about it if that’s okay.” He answers back politely.

“Of course it is, honey.” You’ve set down your phone, nuzzling back into him as well.

Steven is never warm temperature wise, his body hasn’t generated heat in years— the change made sure of that, and the difference in his touch is stark from what it was beforehand. So his fingers make you jolt an inch when they begin sneaking underneath your sweatshirt.

His progression promptly halting when you jump, stalling for a moment as he waits, undoubtedly listening to your heartbeat and waiting for it to even out before continuing.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Your voice comes out airy and a touch warbled as his fingers fan out against your skin. Wide palms finding their way under your top and massaging your waist.

He remains quiet in response, shaking his head as he continues leaning against your shoulder.

His hands instead begin edging upward, slow, languid and firm as he takes his time just feeling you. He knows what he’s doing, purposefully building up your need for him and inciting anticipation.

Enjoying the way your heart begins picking up speed and the low surge of your blood rushing in the veins beneath your skin.

It’s only when he reaches your breasts, fidgeting with and pinching your nipples in a very stop-and-go manner, that you finally realize this is a game to him. One of waiting, listening and denying. Delaying both your satisfaction and his own, like an infuriating little tease.

You honestly didn’t think he’d go this route, drawing out both your pleasure and his just because he can. Racking your brain, you search for the quickest and fail safe way to get him to speed up, to get to the main course instead of lingering on foreplay.

“Do you want to bite me, Steven?” You ask innocently enough, but it still causes his movements to stop all together. His hands remove themselves from you entirely as he picks up his head.

Steven doesn’t feed on you often, getting his daily blood consumption instead from blood packs (Marc has a guy who supplies him with them, and apparently it’s a whole thing that’s either very simple or extremely convoluted but you can never decide which was the case.)

His eyes become wide at the proposal, settling on yours and really looking to better gauge you.

“Really, love? You’d allow me?” He asks moving to clasp your hands in his. “You really don’t have to, you know how I get. Tend to be a bit of a nightmare, don’t I?”

“It’s never anything I can’t handle. Besides, Jake pushes me way harder than you ever do.” You mumble as he begins tracing the outline of your neck with his eyes before looking back up at you.

“Well that’s not a good thing, is it?” He says squeezing your hands protectively but you pull them back to bring your sweatshirt over your head.

“I want you to bite me, Steven. I can handle it, I’m a big girl.” The material gets tossed absentmindedly to the floor. “So. Bite. Me.”

He scoots forward, moving what little hair obstructs his go-to spot to bite before moving in closer. “I know that.” He murmurs, ducking his head down to the juncture of your neck.

His right hand settles at your hip, the other grasping the left side of your neck to keep you still.

“Just a sharp prick and then it’s done.” He cautions you the same way he always does, kissing the spot tenderly before opening his mouth wide. And from your proximity, you hear the exact moment his fangs pop into place. The soft and almost inaudible wet click of his top canines extending.

The tips of his fangs are sharper than needles, thin, exacting and precise. And though technically all the boys share the same mouth, with the same teeth, none of them bite alike. Each somehow making the initial sinking into the skin of your neck feel different from the others.

Steven always starts out slow, edging in until he hits the right artery and savoring the first mouthful with tentative lips. But it just gets messier from there on out as the feeding frenzy kicks in.

He begins breathing heavier through his nose by the third inhale of plasma, his hand on your hip tightening as he all but moans into your neck.

The older man releases a long and needful wail against your skin, and that’s when you know he’s been overtaken by his relatively newfound primal urges. His thinking mind clouding over as he does the one function his body has adapted to do.

Once Jake had described to you what it felt like to feed and his words have been seared into your mind ever since.

You’d spent the entire day curled up in bed with the worst cramps you’d experienced in months, and with his help, had managed to limp into the bath he’d drawn for you.

“Fucking carnal.” He’d admitted quietly, squeezing a pink dollop of shower gel onto your loofa before working the suds across your back as you rested your left cheek pitifully against your knees.

“How so?” You asked curiously. And you remember the way he paused, taking a moment to lick his lips as he thought on it further. The action causes your cunt to clench as you watch him, hugging your knees closer just as his penetrating gaze flickers back to your face.

It always felt like he could read you as easily as words on a page, but he simply goes back to washing your back, edging towards the nape of your neck in tight circular motions.

“Imagine the most turned on you’ve ever been. When you’ve just reached the height of it, and you’re getting to the best part. Can you think of it?” He speaks lowly, sensually almost, as he moves to wash your right arm.

It takes you a second to get the thought, but he waits until you give a nod of your head before continuing.

“Think of the exact moment you know you’re getting worked up to cum. Where you know there’s nothing you can do but allow yourself to continue getting built up. You’re going up, and up, and up until you reach the edge, and you fall.”

You’re looking at him entranced, holding your breath as he describes it.

“Feeding isn’t the build up, or the realization that you can’t go back. It’s the freefall, the entire way through. You’re just.. blinded, with pleasure.”

His eyes flicker to yours again, darting down to the way your mouth is parted slightly in awe. “What?”

“That’s beautiful.” You answer truthfully but he laughs heartily.

“Beautiful?” He laughs again. “Sure.”

Your blood is coating Steven’s lips, dripping down his chin and lining his throat as he sucks hungrily. And the hand he had on your neck has begun wandering, palming down the thin white spaghetti strap shirt you’re wearing and easily slipping underneath.

And this time you don’t flinch when his fingers touch your skin, cool and just as equally bracing as they were before. You’re too overheated for that.

The coolness is welcome as you bring your hands up to grasp at his broad shoulders. Not attempting to stop him but just better anchor yourself because you feel like you’re floating and it’s just as equally pleasurable as it is scary— no matter how familiar you try to become with it.

He’s begun rutting his clothed cock against the softness of your thigh, panting into your skin desperately as he drinks deeply.

The sounds he’s making are filthy and utterly obscene and they fill the room by the minute. Easily drowning out your languid whimpers and garbled whines.

When he pulls back he’s dazed, on cloud nine and going higher as his mouth painted red opens wide when he gasps in a deep and greedy inhale.

Finally able to get a decent look at him you’re able to see how messy an eater he is— teeth, lips, chin and throat thoroughly dyed with your blood as he closed-eye smiles dopily.

It’s a sight that should be alarming and wholly disconcerting.

You should want to run, hide, scream. Any normal person would. But instead your stomach gives a leap as you weakly clench your thighs together to alleviate the throbbing between your legs.

Steven leans forward again, but rather than go in for more he licks a wide and hungry stripe against the puncture marks before working his way up your neck, to your lips.

His eyes are open as he leans forward to kiss you and you hold his gaze right up until the taste of your own plasma hits your tongue and you’re swarmed with the metallic taste.

He kisses you passionately, needily. Quickly drawing your attention away from the liquidized iron and more towards the feeling of his body against your own.

He’s revitalized, energetic and firm as you melt against him— pliant and shapeable beneath his hands. The perfect apex predator and his more than willing prey.

You give yourself over to him wholly, mind not even fully registering the faint clinking until he breaks the kiss to unzip his jeans.

His movements are clumsy as he retrieves his cock from his pants, his knuckles bumping against your thigh and arm before he finally grabs ahold of your left hand.

Bringing your motionless hand to his length, he wraps it around himself until you’re fisting him to the best of your ability. “I know you’re tired, love. I know, but I just need— I really need to feel you. Can I feel you? Will you make me cum, sweetheart?”

And he asks so nicely, so sweetly and you’re so in love with him already that you can’t help but nod weakly. Allowing his hand to close around yours before beginning to fuck your hand with uncoordinated thrusts.

“S- So good. You feel so good, I knew you would. I knew you would feel this good.” He babbles nonsensically and you keep your eyes on him the entire way through. Watching as his head bobs this way and that, like he’s drunk. His eyes closed one second and open the next as he moans shamelessly.

You liked seeing Steven like this, you knew he deserved to just forget things for a while. Everything didn’t have to be so serious all the time, it was okay to allow himself to just be once in a while.

Precum leaks from the dark red head of his cock as it coated your fingers, making the slide of your hand and his foreskin easier as he chased his high.

“You gonna cum, pretty boy? Hm? You gonna cum for me, honey? Paint my hand white?” You asked sweetly, putting a little more energy into your grip as he jerks his hips incessantly.

He stutters, not just his words but his whole body gives a shutter when you speak. His eyes rolling back as he begins nodding his head eagerly, feverishly. “F- Fuck. Yes, yes, yes. Gonna cum for you.”

“Good boy, I think you should. Fucking my hand like it’s my pussy because it’s so good. It’s a shame you’re not fucking me like that though. Don’t you think?”

“I could, I could!” He blubbers, unable to stop the movements of his hips. “I could fuck you.”

You hum disappointedly, shaking your head. “I don’t think you could, baby. You’re so close to cumming already. And you already promised to finish on my hand. Didn’t you promise me that?”

He gives a desperate nod, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder. “I did, I’m gonna—“ and before he can finish his sentence he’s coming long and hard against your hand. Borderline sobbing into your ear as he shakes and jolts.

When he brings his head up, he’s a bit bleary. His forehead coated with a thin layer of sweat causing his dark curls to stick to his skin.

You bring your right hand up to his face, pushing and combing back his damp hair with your fingers. Holding his eye, you bring your other hand up, presenting your cum coated digits to his mouth and watching transfixed as he licks them clean.

Within an instant he’s got you on your back, his movements quick and in fluid succession as he kisses your skin, pushing your lounging shorts and underwear aside— he lines up with your entrance, his eyes drawing up to your face searchingly and needy before you catch his meaning.

Your head gives a rushed nod and he’s looking down once more, rubbing his tip through your folds, taking the time to coat you with himself before pushing forward.

He adjusts your legs as he’s sliding into you, his broad hands grasping underneath your thighs and hauling both of your legs up to fold you in half in front of him. The change in angle wretches a moan from deep in your throat as he positions you like his own personal sex toy.

His cock is thick and unrelenting, demanding all of your focus be placed in relaxing your muscles as he starts thrusting slow but firmly.

Setting into a rhythm, he pulls the hem of your top up until it’s bunched at your collar, your chest on display as his mouth descends greedily.

The proximity of his fangs to your skin makes you dizzy, and though he doesn’t make a move to bite— settling for mouthing and licking at the soft mounds, the sight alone makes your eyes roll back as he thrusts forward and hits your gspot square on.

“Steven! Oh- Steven, there. Right there.”

Lips wrapped around your left nipple, his hands hold your lower half still before he focuses his hectic movements as best he can. The pressure sending tears to your eyes as all the words get caught in your throat, leaving you so that all you can do is utter low shrieks and moans.

Angling his thumb over your clit, he begins rubbing against it rigidly. The slight pressure you feel at your neck as his fangs press into your skin is the final straw, and luckily you can’t move an inch under his weight because you jolt violently as he gives a single suck before pulling away.

Mouth red as he moans into your shoulder, spilling inside of you in warm jets, he holds you securely underneath him.

Wrapping your arms around his back, you lace your fingers into his hair as you attempt to steady your breathing. His sweaty forehead slumping further just enough to meet the fabric of the couch before he stiffens.

Releasing a sharp hiss, his leg twitches and he’s regaining his bearings before pushing himself up to look at you.

“Steven?” Comes out through deep breaths, although you recognize the knitted brows and lucid eyes instantly. Marc.

Bringing a hand up from your thigh, he brushes his fingers against his lips and looks at the pads dampened red before staring up at where the wall meets the ceiling.

Taking a moment to listen before looking down at you, he gives a shake of his head. “He fell asleep.” And you’re huffing out an equally tired but amused laugh.

#vampire!steven grant #vampire!marc spector #vampire!jake lockley #moon knight system x reader #moon knight headcanon #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight smut

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In the Moon’s orbit By IxpertishVela

#marvel comics #moon knight #midnight mission #hunters moon #dr badr #yehya badr #tigra #greer nelson #greer grant #reese #Reese the vampire #solidier #fan art #art

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That moment when you’re in public so you’re completely stone faced but you’re screaming, rolling in the floor, vomiting, dying, and resurrecting on the inside because of fandom. I love this

#young royals #interview with the vampire #star wars #moon knight #red white and royal blue #the crowded room #stranger things

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Vampire Moon Knight Headcanons

Moon Boys X f!Reader

Photo Edits were made by ME. You can use them for anything you wish, but please TAG ME. Thank you! (p.s. They were supposed to look badass but look how cute their teefs look).

This was an anonymous ask, but I've been brewing some thots with @welcometostayingawake and @360iris on headcanons with the Moon Boys in a vampire AU! They also inspired some of these ideas!

Summary: Headcanons on each Moon Boy and how they would be if they were vampires.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, vampire!Marc-Steven-Jake, Blood (duh), minor blood play, smut, vampire feeding, blood drinking, cock-warming, sex, human/vampire relationship, technically age gap because they're vampires or whatever, reader beware it's bloody so there will be some freaky shit, Reader is a human, dacryphilia, little bit of spit kink.

Word Count: 1.6k

Marc:

Fighting -

We've already seen Marc in action fighting, but if his girl is getting harassed, or threatened, he goes feral as a vampire. Unlike Jake, he will do his best to keep himself from actually killing someone, mostly for yours and Steven's sake, but it depends on how threatened you are. You're too precious for him to bear the thought of losing you. He might just go against his better judgement and...snap.

Feeding -

Feeding is just as much an intimate experience as sex. Marc already feels like it's a terrible idea for you two to be together, you being human and him being a dangerous vampire, but he can't seem to get you to leave. When he needs an extra boost of strength, or help with recovery after a particularly brutal fight, he will turn to you for feeding, guilt etched in his eyes.

Since you'll be losing some blood, and probably get cold, and temporarily his own body will be warm, he will suggest huddling together. Not in a traditional sense though, he wants to feel your body, and he wants to heat you from your core. So you'll sit chest to chest, you upon his lap, cock sheathed in your soaking channel as deep as he can go.

Marc will start out saying things like, "it's only going to hurt for a second alright? Just...promise me you'll tell me if it gets to be too much?" It does hurt, but not for long, and then you relax, feeling his cock pulsate inside of you during your warm embrace.

He moans while he feeds, softly, slowly churning his hips while he does it. He realizes finally how fatigued you are, he went too far, drank a little too much. It happens sometimes, and all Marc can say is, "sorry baby, got a little carried away there, you just taste...you taste so good."

Fucking -

Feeding does turn to more as Marc finishes drinking from you. You're weakened now, so he can be strong, but his cock is raging inside of you, thickened with desire, pulsating with a burning need. He knows you're tired, but insists, "you don't have to do anything baby, just lay there for me."

He shifts you onto your back, hovering over you. You're lightheaded from blood loss, but that doesn't stop it from forcing quiet moans from you while fucking into you gently. His face is buried in your neck, resisting the urge to take more than he should. You smell so good, he's drooling over your shoulder.

He's trying so hard to keep his composure, saying things to you like, "that's my good girl, I know you're tired, just a little longer and then you can rest," and "there you go baby, fuck, you feel so good, just a little bit more."

When he kisses you, it tastes of iron, but you don't mind, it is your blood after all. Marc holds you tight when his thrusting becomes ragged and then jolts while he fills you with his cum. You whine, gushing over his cock, pained from the bruising grip the vampire has on your spine.

Steven:

Fighting -

Steven refuses to kill, yes even for you, but he will make someone wish they were dead if they try to hurt you. You've never seen Steven like this, beating someone within an inch of their life and warning them never to touch you again. You wonder if he just doesn't know his own strength, or if he knows it perfectly well and is just insanely overprotective.

Feeding -

Just like he's a messy eater, Steven's a messy feeder too. He prefers to avoid live feeding, it feels...wrong to him, but sometimes it's a necessary part of his condition, like before a big fight or after he's sustained injuries, and you're happy to provide.

He will hold the other side of your neck for support and whisper, "it'll only hurt for a second love...just a little taste s'all I need...just a little." There's a sharp pinch, you wince, but then you relax, even nudging further into his sharp fangs. Steven's lips are soft as he sucks out your plasma. Like Marc, he moans, but he will sit back, eyes dark and hooded, looking at you like he's drunk. He'll gulp before going in for more.

He'll say things when he comes back for air like, "that's it love, I'm almost done," and "you're doing so well, I'm nearly finished darling."

At some point when he looks at you, he's covered in blood all down his chin, and all over his chest. He doesn't wear a shirt during feedings, he knows he's messy. You wonder, once he's finished, how much of it he actually drank versus how much of it was covering his body.

Fucking -

During the feeding, he's been rubbing his erection on you hungrily. He knows you're weak, so like Marc, he's not expecting much out of you, but he needs you. He needs anything, the palm of your hand, the friction of the smooth skin along your thigh, hell if he could just slide his cock between your pussy lips, he'd be satisfied.

"Love, please..." He's say, rutting himself against you, "please let me have you."

You'd groan, feeing weak from the loss of blood. Steven wouldn't waste time, thrusting into your limp frame.

"S-sorry love, it'll be quick, I promise I just need...oh my...just a minute..." He'd say as he pounded into you.

You start to think he really doesn't know his own strength. He's so rough, slamming into your body hungrily, unable to control his primal urges to claim you. You are his after all. He's left his mark on you, just like the other two had. You belong to them.

When he comes, filling you to the brim with his spend, he's loud, moaning like an animal into your ear. Your body trembles under his, cunt clamping down in waves over his girth while you feel pure euphoria.

Jake:

Fighting -

Despite his love and care for Steven, he doesn't follow the alter's strict no kill policy. Jake doesn't hold back when he's fighting, especially when it comes to his princesa. If something were to ever happen to you, his long and meaningless existence (until knowing you that is) would be for nothing. While Marc feels remorse if ever having to kill, even for you, Jake feels nothing other than pleasure. He saved you, and to him, there's nothing more worth taking a life for. Perhaps if anyone in the vicinity hears the screams, they'll think twice before committing a crime around Jake Lockley.

Feeding -

When you first offer your body to Jake for feeding, he asks if you're sure when you say, yes, he says, "mm, mi amor, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself once you let me have a taste."

He's not as soft or apologetic as Marc or Steven, in fact, he doesn't even warn you about the pain, he just bites. When he drinks from you, it's not sloppy or messy at all. Jake likes it best when you're sat in front of him, your back to his chest. He also likes to touch you while he feeds.

His hands are wandering, touching your tits, pinching your nipples roughly, drawing whiny breaths from your lips. He likes to run his fingers over your clit. After a while you start looking forward to feedings with Jake, knowing how good it feels when he touches your body. You wonder if that's the intention.

"You taste so good mi amor." He tells you, holding you close, feeling his erection against your rear. "I can't wait to feel you."

He's so confident in his ability to avoid making a mess that he wears his white button-down shirt the entire time, with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows of course. He likes kissing you when he's done feeding. He says that your lips feel better with blood on them.

Fucking -

Weak or not, Jake has you on your knees, holding the back of your head in place while fucking your mouth. Your throat is a little dry, so he doesn't hesitate to hold your head back, draw a combination of blood and spit together in his own mouth and drop it into your throat before continuing to thrust into your face with his length.

Jake loves it when you cry. His cock is gagging you, forcing tears down your cheeks, and you're tired, wrecked, and just in need of rest, but he's pushing you to keep going anyway.

"Oh, you look so pretty when you cry bebita." He says, urging you on. "My beautiful princesa."

When he can see you aren't able to handle his oral assault any longer, he picks you up, lays you down flat on your stomach, climbs over you, and thrusts into your cunt from behind.

Close isn't close enough, he's laying down, keeping one arm at your side to support his body, but the other is underneath you, squeezing your chest. Jake likes to mark you with little bite marks on your shoulders while he fucks you relentlessly.

After he comes, forcing both of you to become a moaning, whimpering mess for a moment, he likes to lift up your ass and eat his spend out of you, followed by marking your ass cheeks and inner thighs with teeth marks, reminding anyone who might find you that you're spoken for.

Side note: Steven hates when he has to spend at least an hour the next day bandaging you up because of Jake's carelessness.

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Vampire Moon Knight

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Part 2 here

(separate bodies vampire au, they live in a giant ass classic vampire castle)

"Look at the poor thing, she's terrified." Jake muttered as Marc looked at your shaking form in the corner of the cell.

"Humans are horrible creatures, well, not her but the ones who kidnapped her and sold her." Steven said as you held your head and cried.

He went to go walk forward but Marc stopped him.

"Be careful." Marc warned as Steven nodded and cautiously went forward and opened the cell door.

You looked up and cried when you saw him.

"Hello, I'm Steven. I know all of this must be confusing and the last thing you remember is being sold. But we aren't the ones that purchased you, we rescued you from them and brought you here. We don't want to hurt you in any way, I know it's scary. Anything you want I'll get it for you." He said kneeling to your level as you looked at his yellow eyes.

"Water." You whispered making him smile softly.

"Would you like to come up to the kitchen with me?" He asked as you shook your head in fear.

"Alright, that's okay. I'll bring a glass of water for you." He said before standing up and walking away, leaving Marc and Jake.

"Um, I'm Jake." Jake said as you looked up at him.

"And this is Marc. We won't hurt you either." Jake said making Marc shake his head.

"Where are we?" You whispered as Marc slowly came forward, testing the waters.

"Well, we're in our house. Well, castle." Marc said as you nodded a little.

"Why do you own a castle?" You asked making Jake chuckle softly.

"Family heirloom." He said trying his best to not reveal that he wasn't human. He didn't want to terrify you even more.

"And you're vampires?" You said making both of their eyes widen.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Marc asked looking down at you.

"The eyes, the pale skin, the teeth you did a terrible job hiding. And the fact that my father was a vampire hunter." You revealed as Marc and Jake stood still in shock.

Out of all the humans, they rescued the daughter of a vampire hunter?

"Don't worry, I'm not a hunter." You added on as Marc nodded a little. Steven came back with a glass of water and went back into your cell handing it to you.

"What are you guys talking about?" Steven asked as Jake rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, she knows we're vampires because her father was a vampire hunter." Jake informed Steven as he looked down at you in shock.

"Please don't hurt me, I'm not a hunter." You whispered to Steven who smiled softly.

"It's alright, little one. We won't hurt you, I was just shocked. Most humans don't know we exist." He said as you drank the glass of water.

"Would you like to get out of this dirty cell?" Steven asked as you finished off the glass, wiped your mouth and nodded.

"Yes please." You replied making him smile.

He stood up and gave you his hand, helping you up. He noticed all the bruises and scars on your face and body.

"Did those awful humans do this to you?" He asked running the back of his hand over your bruised arm.

"Some of it, the other parts are...old." You muttered as he nodded.

"Poor thing, come on you must be hungry." Steven said holding onto your hand and leading you out of the cell.

Marc and Jake had no idea how Steven talked to you so easily, or even got close to you.

They followed you and Steven up the stairs out of the 'dungeon' and to the kitchen.

You sat down on a stool at the kitchen bench while Steven whisked around the kitchen.

"Now, I know what you're thinking, love. Why would a vampire know how to cook? Well, back in the day I loved to cook, and I still do. Even though we survive on blood we still enjoy a nice five-course meal now and then." Steven said making you chuckle softly.

Jake and Marc sat on either side of you like two dogs waiting for their dinner.

"My name is Y/N, by the way." You said to both of them as they smiled.

Jake took your hand and kissed it softly.

"Pleasure to meet you, darling." He said making you smile and blush a little.

"Suave fucker." Marc muttered under his breath.

Marc and Jake spoke to you about their lives as Steven cooked, he watched you chuckle along with them and wondered why you adjusted so easily to strangers.

The old scars, the way you acted and how easily you adjusted to your surroundings made Steven think maybe your father wasn't the best person and maybe your past was a bit complicated.

Steven finished dinner and gave everyone a plate, including himself before bringing everyone to the dining room.

"Thank you, Steven." You said before digging into your meal, you watch Marc and Jake eat like animals and saw Steven groan.

"Gentlemen, we have a guest." He scolded like an annoyed mother making you chuckle.

You finished up dinner and you sat at the table talking.

"Would you like us to take you back to your house?" Marc asked as your head shot up at him.

"No!" You shouted making them look at you in shock.

"I'm sorry, I just... I can't go back. Can I stay here? I can clean for you, or if you need blood I can provide it." You said in desperation as Steven looked at you sadly.

"Love, you can stay here as long as you'd like. You don't need to do anything in return." Steven said, he noticed Jake and Marc looked a little confused.

Probably wondering why a human would rather live with three vampires than go home.

"Well, why don't I show you to a guest room where you can shower?" Steven said standing up and helping you up.

"Do you need me to clean up?" You asked making him smile.

"No, darling. Jake and Marc are always on clean up." He said making you laugh. You said goodbye to Jake and Marc and followed Steven to one of the guest rooms.

After showing you everything he left you to have a shower and get into some spare clothes he left.

He came back to Jake and Marc in the kitchen.

"So, are you confused about why she wants to stay with us? Let alone offer her blood to us in exchange?" Marc asked as they both looked at Steven.

"Her home isn't safe, she said her father was a vampire hunter, they aren't kind people. I've also noticed all the scars on her body and how easily she adjusted to her surroundings. She's being abused, and I can see how much she doesn't want to go back." Steven explained as they looked at him sadly.

"She's so desperate to get away, she would rather be our food than go back." Jake whispered sadly.

"We have plenty of room here and honestly I think she could brighten our lives up a bit."

The three vampires waited for you in the dining room, you eventually came back in a white dress Steven had given you to wear.

"Thank you for this dress, Steven." You said as he covered his mouth and stepped away.

"Steven?" You muttered with worry as Marc grabbed Steven and dragged him away.

"Jake, is he okay?" You asked as Jake smiled and came towards you.

"He'll be okay, precious. Steven is the youngest of us, he's only recently become a vampire, so he still gets a bit uncontrollable around humans." Jake explained to you as you nodded.

"That's okay, I don't mind. Getting bitten doesn't hurt that much." You said as Jake's eyebrows creased in thought.

He gently reached forward and moved your hair away from your neck to see a violent scar running from your neck to your shoulder.

"A vampire did this?" He asked gently running his finger over it.

"Yeah, but they didn't mean to! My father needed some information, so he starved a vampire to try and get said information. I was only young, and I assumed the poor thing was hungry, so I got a plate of pastries for him and went to the basement. That was when I learnt that vampires don't really like pastries and would rather me." You said chuckling as he smiled sadly.

Even after what the vampire had done to you, you still didn't hate vampires.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you, puppet?" He whispered, reaching up to hold your cheek in his hand.

"It's okay." You whispered not looking at Jake.

"It's alright, you don't need to hold back with me. I know you want affection and love." He said running his thumb over your cheek.

"I haven't had...affection." You whispered as he smiled softly and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

"Just means you deserve extra." Jake said making you giggle softly making him smile.

Steven and Marc returned.

"I apologise, Y/N." Steven said as Jake turned around.

"It's okay, I told her about Steven." Jake said as you looked at Steven.

"Would you like to feed off me?" You asked as Steven looked at you in shock.

"Oh, love. I told you, you don't have to offer yourself." Steven said as you walked forward and smiled.

"I know, I want to do this for you. For all of you, but maybe just Steven tonight." You said making them chuckle.

"Only if you're sure, love." Steven said gently brushing your hair away from your face.

You nodded making him smile, he gently brushed the hair away from your neck, away from the side with the scar.

You bared your neck to him and Steven felt like he would go mad.

"We'll be here to stop you if anything happens, buddy." Marc reassured Steven as he nodded and leaned in.

You felt Jake intertwine his fingers with yours as Steven pierced your skin, making you gasp a little.

Steven was so gentle with you, he kept his hand resting on your hip, as a way to soothe you.

Once he was done he slowly pulled away.

"That was...perfect." He whispered as you smiled at him.

"Perhaps it's time for you to rest now, Y/N." Marc said as you nodded.

All three men led you to your bedroom, you didn't realise how tired you were.

You collapsed onto the bed making them chuckle.

Steven came over and secured the blankets over you, making you blush.

Even the smallest bit of affection made your heart feel warm.

"Goodnight, my good girl." Steven whispered making your cheeks heat up even more as he kissed your forehead.

Jake pushed past and smothered you with kisses making you laugh.

"Hah, I got more kisses than you." Jake said making you chuckle again.

"Well, I can't be left out." Marc said coming forward to you and kissing your forehead.

"Sleep well, dear Y/N."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #Vampires #Vampire au #Vampire Moon knight #Steven Grant x reader #Moon knight x reader #Marc Spector x reader #Jake lockley x reader

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