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vampireimiko · 8 months

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heyy I saw your mk requests open! must say I have been enjoying your blog recently! could I please request some headcannons on Kitana and mileena (separate) with a fem vampire reader? think like vampires from twilight. thanks so much in advance! <3

mileena and kitana with a fem!vampire girlfriend

warnings, none !!

note, i haven't seen twilight in years so i have no idea if this was accurate enough or at all 😭

Mileena

જ⁀➴ Okay so !! I could totally see Mileena with a vampire girlfriend !

જ⁀➴ You and her definitely sneak around a lot having to do with her status as the empress and you as a vampire.

જ⁀➴ Mileena 100% supplies you with blood bags whenever she doesn't want you to go hunting. Mileena would totally give you some of her blood, however being infected with Tarkat made her sway away from that idea.

"You could be wounded my love, I'll see that an arrangement is made to get you blood." She would say, caressing your face.

જ⁀➴ Speaking of her Tarkat, she was extremely stuck on you not being around her for long periods of time. However, you showed her that her Tarkat meant nothing to you. If you got infected it would mean nothing to you as long as it meant you two could still be together.

જ⁀➴ Mileena's touch is surprisingly gentle. In the quiet moments, she traces the veins on your arm, a silent acknowledgment of the differences that bind you.

જ⁀➴ Mileena can't even begin to express how much love she has for you. You've stayed with her through thick and thin and she'd give anything for you. You were there to comfort her when her father died, and now your here to help her through her journey as empress and she couldn't be more grateful.

જ⁀➴ Mileena's eyes, sharp yet filled with a peculiar warmth, meet yours in stolen glances across the throne room. In those moments, you sense a vulnerability beneath her ferocious exterior, a vulnerability reserved only for you.

જ⁀➴ Although you two aren't public yet, she always wants you to know her heart belongs to you and you alone.

Kitana

જ⁀➴ Since Kitana is a princess, I feel like your relationship with her could be a bit more public.

જ⁀➴ Shared childhood memories weave into your present, creating a tapestry of love. Picnics beneath the palace trees, training, and stolen glances during formal events mark the chapters of your relationship.

જ⁀➴ As you walk hand in hand through palace gardens, the flowers seem to bloom brighter, mirroring the vibrant colors of your intertwined destinies. The court may gossip, but Kitana's love is a shield, protecting you from the judgmental whispers that linger.

જ⁀➴ Since Kitana isn't infected with anything, she would totally let you feed on her. It may sound weird, but Kitana finds the moments you feed on her as very intimate. As your fangs sink into her neck, there's a profound connection — a mingling of life forces that transcends the physical. Kitana cherishes these moments as the epitome of vulnerability and trust between you two.

જ⁀➴ Kitana will waste no time to defend you when someone talks down on your name, practically tarnishing your reputation.

જ⁀➴ Your relationship with Kitana is a defiance of tradition, a rebellion against the constraints of societal expectations. In the face of adversity, your love stands unyielding, a beacon that challenges the norms of the realm.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐇 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐄, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 🫶🏾 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

#spirits works 🤍#mileena #mileena x reader #mk mileena #kitana #kitana x reader #kitana x fem!reader #mk kitana #fem!reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #vampire!reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #black reader #black!reader #mortal kombat x black reader

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mimiteru · 2 months

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BERNADETTE U ARE MY LIBERTY-

#mortal kombat #mk1 #fanart #my art #ashrah #nitara mk #ashrah x nitara #ashrah mk #vampire art #:0 #mk1 fanart

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allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover · 9 months

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Stefan: If you had to choose between Damon and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Alaric: That depends, how much money are we talking about? Damon: Ric! Stefan: 63 cents. Alaric: I'll take the money. Damon: ALARIC!!!

#the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #stefan x damon #stefan salvatore #alaric saltzman #alaric and damon #the vampire diaries incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #the mortal instruments #memes #tvd #tvd memes

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tomatitosub74 · 7 months

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🕯🖤 Sareena x Bi-Han 🖤🕯

I did the best I could , a vampire x demon . Bi han eats demon blood ....

#bi han fanart #bi han x sareena #bireena #sareena #bi han #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat #lin kuei #mk1 #fanartmk #vampire #subzero #demon

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khaosrealms · 8 months

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howdy! if you're up for it could you do some headcanons or lil scenes for Nitara with a fae fem s/o? thinking a sort of trickster, illusion faery. maybe helps lure hapless victims to feed her beloved and such.

TUATH DÉ FOLA. / NITARA X FAE! READER

a/n: i am ALWAYS up for nitara imagines! i will be combining aspects of the ask you had spent after this one-- one genderfluid, playful and devoted fae coming right up!

- At first, you had been a choice of victim for Nitara. Another blood bag to add to the list of the many, many mouths she needed to feed back at Vaeternus. A strong, healthy body flowing with life force she could sample and return with pride. But something had stopped in her tracks as she stalked you; your own action, your own hunt. Watching as you began to lure a young traveler out from the common roads. Coaxing him into the dark forests, pulling him away from any semblance of escape. When Nitara reveals herself to you, there’s a gleam to her eye. A proposal.

- At first, it truly is simply business. Your ability to lure in hapless victims, Nitara's brutal service to her people. One way or another, you both got what you wanted-- and you made a good team, complementing one another's personal goals and desires. She was captivating. Her gore, her hunger, her dedication to her people; and as much as you didn't believe it was possible, you eventually realized you'd begun to fall for Nitara.

- Your vampiress, your Vaeternan, your Nitara. So willing you are to do her bidding, so willing she is to reward you. To kiss your lips and cover them in the blood of her feed. To wrap you in her wings and carry you high in the air, always ready to catch you, always testing how far she can take you. Wrapped around her clawed fingertip; completely and utterly devoted to her. And she loves it, every part of it. The worship, the exaltation. She loves that despite all the lengths she must take to help the people of her realm— you are there, smiling, wishing nothing more than to be of service to her.

“Come back home with me. Come to Vaeternus.” Nitara’s fingers always find their way across your skin. She likes the sound of it, nails dragged across warm, beating flesh; and she likes that it makes your skin prickle with anticipation. Her eyes set on your’s; searching for an answer in those mischievous hues. “And what will you give me in return, hm?” Always needing an offering, tricky fae. But Nitara does not hush your odd way— she only smiles, the sharp ends of her teeth poking out from between her lips. “Me.” Everything you could have ever wanted. “Is that enough for you?”

- Of course it’s enough for you. And though she’s far from returning home, her mission a great plethora of bodies away from completion, the promise of possibility is enough. You are bound to Nitara. In all your playful, cruel ways— they belong to her. Even as she takes to the deliberation of a sorcerer named Quan Chi, you remain by Nitara’s side. Even if it’s evil, even if it’s against everything the world could possibly consider moral; it does not matter. Because she is there. Because the taste of her lips, drenched in red hot blood, is as sweet as dark cherries against your own.

#mortal kombat x reader #nitara x reader #nitara x fae! reader #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #khaosrealms #shakes the bars of my cage #i gotta stop releasing stuff @ 5 am #i’m going CRAZY #thank u so much again for the request!#i love my vampire wife ♥️

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cryptidcasanova · 2 years

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Master of Mortals

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Female Reader

I just needed some deceptively handsome vampire content on my dash. This is my own contribution to Hellfire Haunts - Vampire!Eddie with prompt #2.

Summary: Eddie has made his fair share of sacrifices for Hawkins, and he’s hungry for his friends to return the favor.

Warnings: 18+ content. Vampirism, Glamour, Seduction. Dark!Eddie, Soft!dark toward the reader, Violence implied.

Words: 3k

It was the middle of the night when you heard it, your name frantically being called over the walkie.

You kept one on your dresser just in case there was trouble. And in Hawkins, there was always trouble.

"This is an emergency -"

"SOS -"

Henderson.

You groaned into your pillow, your mind struggling to wake up. You worked all day and weren't happy about them bugging you in the middle of the night-

"You need to get out of there-"

"-Don't let anyone in your house!" Steve's voice was urgent in the background.

"-It's Eddie-"

When the muddled voices finally resonated, your eyes burst open. You scrambled up, getting tangled in the sheets as you pushed yourself out of bed.

You couldn't get to the walkie-talkie fast enough.

"What do you mean, it's Eddie?" You all but spat into the box.

But the line was silent.

"Come on, you guys, this isn't funny." You groaned, hitting the plastic when no one answered. "Guys?"

You cursed under your breath.

Why would they say something like that? They couldn't just throw around Eddie's name and leave you high and dry. Why would they do that to you? Your anger simmered into muted anxiety, and you paced back and forth to calm down.

It had been – shit – it had been months since Vecna disappeared.

Spring break had come and gone, and the summer turned to fall. Hawkins was starting to put itself back together again.

But you could still see it when you closed your eyes.

You could see Eddie cutting the tether between the upside down and Hawkins, how your lifeline to the other side fell to your feet in Eddie's trailer. Your heart was beating in your throat.

The look he gave you was devastating.

He was going to keep the demo-bats distracted. He was buying more time for everyone.

He wasn't coming back.

But you and Dustin couldn't just leave him there. And then, when you finally helped Dustin get back over, letting him crawl over your shoulders before falling into the upside-down, he abandoned you too.

You were supposed to work together to go fight against the demo bats with Eddie.

But they abandoned you. Dustin was too young, too impulsive to think of what he was doing. He didn't think about how helpless you felt – you couldn't get back there alone.

And Eddie never came back.

You never quite recovered from it.

You loved the freak of Hawkins, and he knew it. Everyone knew it. Eddie knew it, and he cut the rope anyway.

He was the hero he never had the chance to be. Your belly ached. You never got to say goodbye.

You turned off the walkie, setting it down a little too hard against the wood. The dull throb of a headache made itself known. You coaxed your legs down the hall to the kitchen.

Tylenol - then back to bed. If you could get back to bed.

The house was quiet, except for the tap water filling your cup and pills clacking against each other in the bottle. And then, when you finally turned around to head back to your room, you dropped the cup.

What you thought was a shadow in the living room was no shadow at all. The shadow was moving, stalking closer to you with careful steps.

You could have sworn your heart stopped for a moment.

"Eddie?"

Eddie Munson was standing in the middle of your living room, looking the same as the day he left.

The same as when the gates closed.

His hair was free from his bandana, and his hellfire shirt was torn to shreds. Even then, his eyes were just as devastating as you remembered. He exhaled, and the curve of his lips were slightly parted.

You thought you were going to cry.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" The hint of a grin lingered on his cheeks, and he took a step closer.

Fear gripped the corners of your mind, and you took a half step back before hitting the kitchen counter. You shook your head in disbelief.

You had finally lost your goddamned mind.

Those big brown eyes possessed a power you'd never seen before. His features were sharper, his movements more calculated, but the soft smile on his lips was grounding.

You were too afraid to move, fearful that you would wake up.

It was a dream. It must have been a terrible, heartbreaking dream.

"I'm here, baby," Eddie whispered, lifting his hands in surrender. It was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. "It's okay, really. I'm not going anywhere."

He closed the distance until you were face to face, and your eyes traveled the space he took up in disbelief.

He reached out to you.

Eddie could feel the shift in your heartbeat as his fingers danced along your skin. He took your hand, lingering there before gliding it up your arm and cupping your cheek.

It was agonizing.

His touch was powerful - soothing the burn in your heart, and you didn't even know it. Eddie could lessen that pain, the ache in your veins. He never meant to be the cause of it.

And now, he exuded a confident, cunning power. He was going to protect you. This time, he was going to take care of you.

And when he finally lulled you into his embrace, you were defenseless to it.

He smelled like iron and smoke, and his hold on you was stronger than you could have ever hoped for. You were going to crumble there into a pile at his feet.

"I lost you," Your defeat was heartbreaking. "I couldn't get to you."

The gate closed before you ever had the chance.

But Eddie was going to make you forget all about it. He would wrap you up in all the affection you deserved and help you forget all your worries.

"I shouldn't have scared you," He almost purred, his words lulling you in close. "I shouldn't have left you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

And he meant it. He leaned in closer, holding you like you would disappear if he let go. His hands were strong, cupping your waist.

"I'm going to make it right. I'll make it up to you," He urged, whispering the words into the nape of your neck. "I promise. Come away with me."

The agonizing, depraved feeling in his chest finally subsided.

Eddie missed you. He ached for you.

When he pulled back, his dark eyes were locked on your face. He was hypnotizing.

Eddie was mapping and memorizing everything. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip before giving you the softest kiss you'd ever had. It was a whisper against your skin. And then, after a slow blink, he pulled back.

"Don't even think about it, Harrington."

You couldn't have known that Steve Harrington broke into your house. He had snuck up behind Eddie, a jagged piece of wood in his grip. He was close to Eddie, too close.

"Let her go."

Steve was brave, naively, so.

But Steve didn't know what he was dealing with. Harrington called your name, but you were still locked on Eddie's intense gaze.

"It's not real," Steve urged, calling your name again. "Snap out of it."

But Eddie's eyes were reeling you in. He was begging you to stay. His gentle smile and the soft curve of his nose were too good to be true.

Eddie was alive.

"Whatever you're seeing, whatever he told you, it's not real." You blinked out of it when you heard Nancy Wheeler's voice pierce through the room.

They were in your house. They were all in your house.

The illusion dissolved as Eddie's expression shifted into a snarl.

In an instant, everything changed. His hair was darker and wilder than you remembered. Eddie's skin was pale, and the fingers hooked under your jaw were sharp claws. Dark trails of blood covered his shirt, and as your focus shifted back to his face, you froze in fear.

It was all a lie. This wasn't your Eddie at all.

His bone structure had changed. The features of his face were sharp, his cheeks gaunt. His brow bone was pushed out, and his eyes were tortuous. They were dark, almost red, and glowing regardless of the lack of light in the room. The bridge of his nose led you down to his lips, parted in a dissatisfied snarl to show you two sharp canines.

Fangs.

Blood was splattered down the corners of his mouth. It rolled down his chin all the way down his neck.

His grip on you was unforgiving.

He was too close.

Oh god.

"Come on, sweetheart," He tormented, his voice a soft contrast to the long, clawed fingernail tracing the curve of your jaw. "Don't be scared. It's just me. Just look at me."

His glamour was powerful and frightening. Your shock was unsettling, and he could taste it in the air. But you didn't jump away from him. Maybe he had a stronger hold than he realized.

Or maybe it was you. Perhaps you were just as devoted to him all along.

"I was so scared, sweetheart." He whispered again. "Scared and alone. And then it was so cold." He remembered, his fingers digging into your skin. "It was so cold. I couldn't get back through the gate. The trailer was locked tight, and I couldn't get back to you."

You were choked up listening to the emotion in his voice.

"What happened to you?" You were stunned, finally finding your voice. "Eds, what did they do to you?"

Eddie shook his head in your direction.

It didn't matter what happened. It didn't matter that he had spent months dazed and confused. It didn't matter then that he didn't feel hunger or the need to rest in the upside-down. It didn't matter that he spent so much time walking, running like a bat out of hell to find an open gate.

And when he finally found an open gate? He took the first chance he got out of there.

He stepped out into the night more alive than he ever felt. The lights were brighter. The sounds were louder. The upside-down muffled him to just how different he was.

And he was hungry.

It didn't matter that he left a trail of bodies from Memphis to Hawkins. It didn't matter that he could only travel by night or that he'd have to find his own means to get back home.

He should have gone to you first.

He shouldn't have stopped at Dustin's house on the way to yours. He shouldn't have tried to explain - Henderson could only see what Eddie had become.

He was one of the monsters from his campaigns.

But none of it mattered now. You mattered to him, and he would find redemption in you.

Eddie called your name again.

"Come with me, please," He all but begged, the low lull of his words dragging you under.

Eddie had been alone for so long. He had always been lonely, but not like this. You could see the hint of a tremor in his lip.

"Get away from her," Steve warned, and you watched as Eddie's expression shifted.

The soft-spoken, lovable man you knew turned into something dangerous. The smirk on his lips was vile.

He let his hand fall away from your face before turning, cornering you between him and the counter while he glared daggers at Steve.

"What are you afraid of, big boy?" His tease was sinister, his lips curling up. "I don't bite."

And before you could blink, Eddie was there, sneaking behind Steve and pulling the wooden stake out of his hands. He moved faster than could be explained, cracking the wood in his hands before letting the woodchips and sawdust fall to the floor.

He wasn't only fast, but he was strong, too.

Eddie had backed Steve into the wall, clacking against the pictures you hung with a groan. It was similar to how they first met at Reefer Ricks. Things were so much simpler then. Back then, Eddie was terrified. But now, he was terrifying.

He was all teeth and claws, his eyes glowing against Steve's brown ones.

"You don't know what it's like, Harrington," Eddie growled, his eyes trailing down to Steve's frantic pulse. "To have everything change in an instant. You know the freaks come out at night. Don't you judge me."

The whisper died on his tongue as he shoved Steve down to the carpet. The sound of a cocking shotgun made you spin; in a flash, your eyes were on Nancy. She was defending Steve. She was going to –

"No, no!" You called out as she aimed the double barrel. "No, Nancy, not like this."

You pleaded with her, and in a fraction of a moment, she looked away from Eddie. He made his move.

He reached for the gun, yanking it out of her grasp. He bent the metal barrels together, with what little effort it would have taken you to break a toothpick, before letting it fall to the floor.

Eddie let out a bitter sigh. His disappointment was potent, suffocating the room.

Nancy changed her tune, rushing over to Steve's side while keeping an eye on Eddie. They never stood a chance. Eddie ran a frustrated hand through his hair, urging himself to calm down.

He took a step back towards the kitchen, gaining your attention.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," He admitted.

Before your eyes, you watched as the violent mirth faded from his expression. Sharp canines turned dull, and you watched as the structure of his face softened.

"Come with me, sweetheart, and no one will get hurt." It wasn't a choice, not for Eddie. He wasn't going to leave without you.

You covered your mouth with your hand. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do.

Until ten minutes ago, you thought he was dead, but he was there. Someway somehow, he was there. As you looked at him, your eyes went wide in realization.

The demo bats. They changed him.

"Eds," Your eyes were brimming with tears as you stepped toward him. "They hurt you bad, baby. There's," your voice broke, "There's got to be something we can do."

You almost barreled into him regardless of the sirens going off in your head to back away. You couldn't let him hurt your friends.

You cradled Eddie's face in your hands, your heart pounding at the discovery.

"There's got to be something we can do." You pleaded again.

Eddie placed his hands over your own. His rings were just as cold as his skin, and he shook his head with a sad grin.

"Look at me, angel," He urged, pulling you back into his potent stare. "I'm not going to hurt them, but I can't stay here." He rubbed his thumbs against the backs of your hands, listening to how your breathing calmed at his touch. He could make it work.

"I promised I'd make it up to you, but we have to go."

His words were calculated and decisive. Steve and Nancy watched as you blinked, but your eyes were far away. Eddie was giving you an ultimatum. You'd have to turn yourself over to save your friends. He wasn't after them; he came for you.

You didn't even look over at your friends before nodding. "Okay, Eddie. Okay."

Their reactions were instantaneous.

"You can't-"

"Don't!-"

Nancy and Steve shouted in sync, but all Eddie could do was offer them the hint of a scowl as he lowered his hands from yours. Your heartbeat was steady. He convinced you to go. And as he ushered you out the back door from the kitchen to the backyard, he gave Steve and Nancy a weighted stare.

"Don't fuck this up for me," Eddie warned with venom. He was pointing a ringed finger at them. "Or this won't end well for you; for any of you."

Eddie remembered everything he sacrificed when they faced Vecna, and by the look in their eyes, they remembered it too. He did it for them. He helped save Hawkins for them.

This was the least they could do.

Their hearts ached, letting their heads hang low as Eddie walked out the door behind you. Steve put his hand around Nancy's shoulder when he heard her sniffle.

It wasn't a moment later that Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Robin busted through the front door with stakes and squirt guns filled with holy water. Robin had two bundles of garlic in her hands. They were ready to go into battle.

"Where the hell is he?" Dustin bellowed, stomping into the house.

But the group stopped as they looked from the busted-up shotgun to their friends huddling around on the floor.

"It's too late." Robin realized, looking around the room to the back door.

When she caught Steve's eye, he put his head in his hand.

"We can't go after him." Steve was deflated.

The weight of Eddie's threat was more frightening than he could have imagined out of Hawkins High's freak. One look at Nancy and he knew – Eddie wasn't bluffing.

"So what now? We just throw her to the wolves?" Lucas asked incredulously before looking at the stake in his hand. "Vampires." He corrected.

"He's going to hurt people," Max added quickly.

"But he's not going to hurt her." Steve corrected, looking at one of your pictures hanging on the wall.

Eddie wasn't thinking straight, but he wasn't going to hurt you. And the way he looked at you? Eddie was risking getting caught to find you. At least, that's what Steve had to tell himself.

"No, maybe not," Nancy finally spoke up, pulling herself to her feet. "Maybe he won't bleed her dry and leave her on the side of the road."

She looked over the group before looking down at her shotgun. Her eyes were wide in terror. A shiver traveled down her back with a concern she couldn't dare speak.

"But I think he's going to do something much worse."

Back to Hellfire Haunts

#hellfire haunts #writing challenge #master of mortals #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female!reader #vampire!eddie #vampire!eddie munson

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myssparkle · 2 months

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𝗡𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽! 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 marks your body possessively, dark bruises are found all over your body as her fangs pierce into your sensitive skin ; especially on the inside of your thighs.

𝗡𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽! 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 loves to talk and guide you during sex “Good fucking girl, you take my fingers so well” she mouths into your cunt as her fingers pound deep into you. Her tongue sucking on your bundle of nerves and it makes heat rush to your head, hearing her soft voice murmur such filthy words.

𝗡𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽! 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 adores when you beg; you lean forward to place a kiss on her lips and she pushes you on your knees roughly or maybe on her bed “You’re such a slut, you know better than to do anything without asking”.

𝗡𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽! 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 can’t get enough of you, she loves your taste; your on your back, your legs spread wide and quivering. Elena has been between your thighs for hours, she doesn’t even acknowledge that you’re overstimulated. Her taste buds are soaked with your juices as her tongue delves in and out of your clenching hole. Then when she’s done she notices your drowsy state “Oh baby.. m’sorry! Didn’t even bother to check on you”. She said with a slight grin, feigning concern as her thumb wipes away the drool forming around your parted lips.

𝗡𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽! 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 always takes control; her hips buck against your face in the shower, nails digging into your scalp “Stick out your tongue” She orders when your not giving her enough “I have to do everything for you? Your patheti— mmngh!”

𝗡𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽! 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 edges you for her own entertainment; Are you gonna cum? Hold it. Don’t cum until I tell you slut”. Her fingers hit that spongy spot continuously as your pussy throbs in response, your head falling back against the pillows.

#elena gilbert #tvd universe #the vampire diaries #tvd fanfiction #tvdu #smut #fandom #vampire #wlw ns/fw #wlw post #wlw #sapphic #nina dobrev #katherine pierce #katerina petrova #humanity #human/mortal au #human x vampire

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soapy-soartp · 10 months

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Still on that Vampire William brain rot

Albert and Louis too- and maybe the rest of the moriarty team- lord knows william ((and albert maybe) will need all the support they can once im done with them)

Anyways yeah vampire william x human(hunter?) sherlock and vampire albert x human(hunter?) mycroft-

im obsessed this idea is running around rampant in my head anyways- make it sad sherlock dies in the fall and mycroft isolates himself further

And the moriarty gang are just- living in the countryside or got sent off to Frances or smth and everyone feels bad and is sad

But also vampire(immortal) x (repeatedly reincarnated) mortal

The the immortal can turn their mortal into an immortal too and they live together forever :3

I offer…

Going to go late 1700s first meeting (perhaps the holmes are actually hunters here?)

Late 1800s canon but moriartys are vampires and sherly dies in the fall

Late 1900s sherlys already doomed to die(?)

Late(present ig) 2000s finally caught sherly and now they can live happily ever after

Im in shambles as always- im sorry this probably doesnt make sense but im tired and its like 2 am lmaoo

#i get sad thinking about vampire(immortal) x mortal couples #this is the product #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #sherliam #vampire au #cw death #alcroft #mycroft x albert #idk what im doing #help?? if someone writes smth like this tell me pls #might write this probably not tho #oh #does this count as an angst promt??

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shinnokmylove · 24 days

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I did a collab on Facebook of vampires, the thing here is I needed to do Shinnok in an Au wherever he was one and this was the result!!!

#shinnok #mortal kombat au #mortal kombat #drawing #mortal kombat fanart #shinnok mortal kombat #mortalkombatfanart #shinnok fanart #shinnok selfship #art #vampire #vampire lover #mortal kombat oc #oc x canon #cw: gore

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desertfangs · 6 months

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Make the Season Bright Or, A Very Chase Years Christmas [AO3]

Armand/Daniel - Explicit - 6,173 words

After four years of being chased around by Armand, things have changed… somewhat. On this last Christmas before they officially get together, Daniel finds himself in a shopping mall on Christmas Eve with his vampire stalker.

It's a holiday fic! I got to use the tag "Christmas Smut" so if nothing else, this was worth it. As you may know, I've been mildly obsessed with the Chase Years recently, so it was only fitting to write a holiday story about that time. I had a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it!

Short Excerpt:

Daniel scanned the mall, looking up to the second and third floors. He thought the food court was on top, but there were restaurants on the main floor and those served alcohol. Probably a better bet. He was about to go find the directory when a flash of auburn and white caught his eye from up above. His pulse jumped. He dropped his gaze to the floor.

Maybe if he pretended he wasn’t there…

But part of him buzzed with elation and relief. Sometimes when he didn’t see the vampire for huge swaths of time, he began to doubt his sanity. Or worse, to worry that Armand had grown bored and left him for good.

He glanced back up and saw those piercing eyes staring right at him. He sighed and headed for the escalator.

Armand was leaning against the railing on the second story. He wore a soft looking brown coat—designed for warmth but not the elements—and jeans. His sneakers were scuffed. Daniel wondered what poor bastard had died to provide him with the outfit. Armand’s russet hair curled around his face, and his pale cheeks were tinged pink, as if he’d been outside too long in the cold, but Daniel knew it was from the blood he’d drunk. He swallowed, his own face flushing at the thought.

“What’s the purpose of bringing the snow inside?” Armand asked, gesturing at the giant glittery snowflakes dangling from the ceiling high above on long wires. “Isn’t the point of these holiday decorations for the light to diffuse the cold and darkness?”

Daniel had never heard anyone put it like that and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. “They’re decorations. They’re just supposed to be pretty.” He looked up at them. From here, it was much easier to see the glittery designs. “Not everything has a purpose.”

Armand rolled his eyes, a gesture that was so human—so youthful—it took Daniel back. He let go of the railing. “It does when it’s deliberately displayed.”

“Well, the purpose here is to make the mall inviting and nice looking so people stay and buy more shit,” Daniel said.

Armand stared at him for a long moment with those big, amber eyes. Daniel could feel the heat of his gaze cutting into him. “Is that why you’re here? What ‘shit’ are you buying?”

Daniel laughed. He always found it a little funny when Armand swore or used modern slang. It always sounded slightly off, like an alien trying to imitate human culture. “I’m here because some psychotic vampire is chasing me around and this is where I landed. Like a moth, I headed to the brightest building.”

Armand frowned deeply, though whether he was actually offended or just considering Daniel’s words, he could never really tell. Armand was an enigma. He stood silent and unreadable as a statue. Finally, he said, “I’m not psychotic.”

Daniel laughed again. That wasn’t a debate he was prepared to have. “I’m teasing. It’s kind of funny, you know? You following me around like you do, and here we are on Christmas Eve in a gaudy, brightly lit shopping mall. Not exactly where I thought my pursuit of vampires would take me.”

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