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Vlad Dracula Tepes x Reader x Lisa Tepes
Summary: You and Vlad get into a disagreement, and some things are said.
Word Count: 1.5k
A mortal being.
That’s what you were.
No fangs, just blunt canines. No claws, only partially bitten nails. No strength beyond what your human muscles can accomplish.
Knowing the strength of even the lowest of vampires is enough to keep you up at night. One punch is enough to shatter you like the puny human you are.
As mortal as the blonde doctor who has reservation in your heart.
And him. The strongest of all. Vlad Dracula Tepes.
His strength is his own- you know this. But that doesn’t stop the notion of having The Dracula, as your protector, at your side.
He’s beyond any being you’ve ever encountered in your few decades. Never one to get violent around those he holds dear, that doesn’t prevent the small glimpses of power he unconsciously displays.
The love you hold for the vampire and the doctor is too much- overwhelming nearly. It’s hard to be an addition to an already established relationship- the notion of being easily removable isn’t lost on you. A fear that one day you’ll be back in your small cabin in the village of Lupu, all alone- months spent with the doctor and vampire, forgotten. That fear became a reality- one that you have the misfortune to be currently suffering through.
Half empty glass of red wine, in your left hand, and a partially chewed piece of dried goat meat in the other. Slumped over on your worn couch. Never quite felt this low before.
What ifs circle around the room, wondering if anything had been done even the slightest bit differently, perhaps you’d be cuddled between Vlad and Lisa right now.
“That was foolish.” He spits as his heavy steps approach from behind you.
“Dear-” Her attempt to calm him down was cut off by your own agitated voice.
“Foolish? No, what's foolish is your idea of danger!” Facing them now, eyes ablaze locking with Vlad’s. Lisa looks between you both, unsure who she should attempt to soothe first.
“You have no idea what you’re speaking of.”
Rolling your eyes was immature but impossible not to. There was no danger- not real danger anyway. He was the Vlad Dracula Tepes, a man who’s spent nearly his entire existence being hunted and attacked. Danger to him is any living mortal, except for the two standing next to him.
And while he’s overprotective of you and Lisa, taking a trip to visit your parents while he was away, isn’t breaking any laws.
He utters your name, making you reluctantly face him.
“I only wish to keep you safe.”
“Safe? We went to visit my family, Vlad. It was one night away.”
“It’s too dangerous to go out alone while I’m not here.”
“It was the middle of the day!”
“You were to stay in the castle until I returned, like I told you-” Poor word choice. Even Lisa cringes.
He’s Vlad Dracula Tepes, a name he wears with pride, like a cloak that he wraps around you and Lisa. The name alone enough to scare off any sane person, a name alone that keeps you both safe within the walls of his castle.
There are bad people out there- some not sane enough to avoid the castle. Some insane enough to actively seek out your home. And these are the monsters that Vlad fears. He knows he can crush any and all that dare cross him, but he can’t say the same for his two lovers.
Many nights spent snuggled close, bodies melded as one, hearing him whisper his deepest fears. Every night he clutches you both close- too tight- as if every hug might be his last. Human lives are fleeting, this much he knows. Fleeting, fragile, precious.
We’ll be here for as long as Lisa’s remedies keep you going. You remember whispering back to him one night. The warmth from his cold body and the sweet chuckle that left him, put your mind at ease. But did nothing to slacken his hold on you both.
Yet you’re a human being, and wear that with pride as well. Any day now might be the last time you’ll ever witness the sunrise. But isn’t that what makes everyday more special? Being caged away from danger might put Vlad’s mind at ease, but it makes you feel degraded. Something that can’t defend itself.
“Like you told me to? I am not your child nor your pet, Vlad.” Stomping out of the room, a pair of feet right on your heel.
“Of course not, even a child could comprehend a simple command.” It’s bitter and spoken with malice. Intent to hurt. It makes you stop cold.
“Excuse me?” The warning in your voice either goes right over his head, or he chooses to ignore it.
“You cannot fathom what monsters lurk in the shadows out there.”
“Oh I think I can.” Pause, enough time to swallow your next words. “Considering I’m looking at one right now.” Low blow, but spat out in a fit of rage.
If you weren’t so upset, the slight hurt that flashes across his face might have made you cave. Instead you continue stomping away, towards your room.
“What are you doing?” Lisa asks, referring to your haphazard bag packing, grabbing handfuls of clothes and shoving them away.
“Leaving.”
“But dinner is all ready…” Lisa’s sounds worried, scrambling to find the key words to make you stay.
“I lost my appetite.”
Pushing past them, they don’t follow you immediately, allowing you some distance. Once you're at the main door, they stand at the top of the steps.
Neither of them say anything.
That was almost three days ago, and you’ve convinced yourself that this lovely polyamorous relationship was now back down to two. Leaving you back in your empty cottage caring for plants that have been long neglected.
Books lay scattered across your limited floor space and various pieces of furniture.
You don’t remember life being this sad before you met them. It’s as if all you’ve ever known was Vlad and Lisa. Pretty sure that’s not healthy, but it’s true.
The light taps on the door are near vomit inducing, other people are the last thing on your ‘can’t deal with right now’ list.
Even your own parents seemed like too much right now. And once the large silhouette of Vlad’s body was visible from the sheer curtains blocking the window, the nausea was only doubled.
But despite the bile creeping up the back of your throat, the door opens and you greet your familiar visitors.
“Hey…” Is all you can muster, nerves getting the best of you. All the things you wanted to say, words are lost to you. Now that they stand before you, these past few days feel like eternities spent apart. But his voice brings dopamine rushing through you, without any effort.
“Good evening.” Pause. “May we come in?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Lisa rushes in and hugs you, squeezing the life out of you.
“Honey, I’ve missed you.” Pulling away, she tugs lightly at Vlad’s arm, “We’ve missed you.”
Vlad looks almost embarrassed, clearing his throat. “Yes, we have.”
If God were real, he must definitely be cruel. The seconds weigh heavy as you try not to suffocate from how awkward this silence is.
“I’m sor-” “I wante-”
The laugh from you both is genuine, some tensions relieved. But only slightly.
“You first.” You push- curiosity getting the best of you.
“I wanted to ask if you would please come back to the castle.”
Running your hands through your hair helps the sweat that's built up on your palms, but does nothing for the churning in your belly.
“Vlad…”
“If I crossed a line, I apologize.” Just like that.
“Thank you. And I really missed you both too.”
His gaze softens, shoulders relaxing at your declaration. And he practically melts when your hand finds his.
The person before you is no mere man- a being beyond mortal comprehension. An undead vampire longer than he was ever a human. But when he gazes at you with such fondness- you catch a glimpse of the man he used to be. Someone who needs the warm touch of the living, lest he forget he was ever alive.
“Vlad, I can’t find the right words to tell you how sorry I am.” Intertwining his fingers with yours- clutching him close. “I love you so much.”
If he feels the wetness dripping on his hand, he does nothing to show it. Head tilted towards the ground, heavy with shame. “You’re not a monster… You’re kind and brilliant, and- and…” Your sleeve stops the falling tears from wetting both your hands further.
A long clawed finger tilts your head up, admiring the raw emotion on your face.
“I was behaving rather poorly, I understand why you were upset.” Him being so dismissive of your behavior makes you feel even worse. His fear of losing you is preventing him from accepting a proper apology from you.
“My behavior was inexcusable, you don’t deserve any of the hateful things I said to you.” He’s leaning towards you, all you do is stand on your tiptoes to meet his lips. He’s pressing you against his chest, tongue tentatively pressing between your lips.
Lisa’s arms wrap around your waist, her chest to your back. She’s laying quick kisses on your nape, trailing around your neck like an invisible necklace.
Still standing in the small old cottage, but with these two - there’s a new warmth in the room.
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Your Sweet Devil
Ikemen Vampire Vlad x Reader
Warning: Has spoilers of Vlad route. Referring to Le Comte and mansions residents as someone who forbids you from being with Vlad, so can deviate from storyline. Otherwise just fluff and comfort.
Have you ever felt like going away from all your problems, people and sometimes your own self? Have you ever felt like finding a devil and doing all kinds of sins with him? Worshiping the exact devil that you are forbidden to? Getting attracted to him in all possible ways and not finding a single way out? Worshiping him even though you are warned to be wary of his entire being? Warned to be away from him? Is it really a sin to find a devil attractive? The devil who cares for you when your own kind doesn’t? God doesn’t always hear prayers, but he does, so what’s so wrong in falling for that devil who pulled you out of your tough times? Just why it’s so forbidden to love him, when he is not the most evil one out there? Is it really wrong to want to sin for eternity with that devil?
Just like that, you fell in love with the white haired devil, whose beautiful ruby eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. Today too, you had come to meet this devil who haunted your thoughts all day and night. His charming smile and lucid voice always captivated you. Once again today, you had escaped the mansion, after making sure everyone was asleep. As you know better than anyone else that Le Comte will do just everything in his power to keep you away from this devil name Vlad.
You had met Vlad in town market on a snowy day, since then he had managed to capture your heart. His great ambitions are something which force him to do certain things certain ways but you try your best to show him hope which he willingly grasps. But somewhere deep down you don’t seem to mind his methods to change the world that much, as the only thing concerning you is his health and weekly being. You don’t mind him being a merciless devil who removes diseased flowers from the God’s garden, as he is the one you worship. He is your devil, the one you decided to commit yourself to. Vlad was someone who helped you in your tough times, times when none others could know that your heart was stirring with anxiety.
As you wordlessly stare at his mesmerising ruby eyes, you just think, why can’t you love this man freely? Why is everyone asking you to be cautious around him? You sure do know his bad traits, but those don’t stop you from loving him deeper. Why can’t you just meet him in broad daylight, go to shopping with him in town, every morning wake up to him beside you? Why is it so forbidden to love him and be with him, when he is the only one you will ever want??? As if reading your worries, Vlad gently brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear and cups your face.
Vlad: What happened, dear? You seem to be more distracted than usual today?
Y/n: Why can’t you just take me away with you? Kidnap me and take me to some faraway place, where no one can find us or reach us...
Vlad: You say interesting things Y/n... What happened? Will you tell me?
Y/n: Today after seeing the red roses you gave me, Le Comte figured it was you who gave me those. He warned me to be careful around you and not to get too involved with you.
Vlad: Haha, he is same as usual, caring for others!! Then say Y/n shouldn’t you be careful around me and stay away from me?? I am dangerous you know right??
He said smirking, amused to see your confused face.
Y/n: If I really wanted that, then I wouldn’t be here... You know Vlad... I simply don’t care about what others say, I want to be with you forever, and follow you till eternity.
Vlad’s eyes widened at your statement and he cutely pouted asking,
Vlad: Till eternity.... Do you really mean that?? Eternity is a long time, dear. Are you sure you won’t get tired of me?
Y/n: If you never got tired of waiting for me, then why would I? I want you Vlad!! I don’t care if you are Devil or Angel!! For me you are just my Vlad. Even if you are a devil, I don’t mind it, because I’ll worship you none the less. I want to love you openly, Vlad, where I won’t need to hide from the world to meet you, where I can claim you as mine in front of everyone.
Vlad’s cheeks flushed red hearing your words, he pulled you into a tight hug.
Vlad : You flatter me, my angel. Let’s go far far away from everything. I promise to keep you safe and healthy.
With that Vlad held your hand and lead you deep inside the forest, there waited a horse, a black horse whose coated reminded you of the midnight sky. Vlad helped you up on the horse and started riding it. You hugged your lover tightly from behind earning a small smirk from him. You didn’t knew how just how much he loved your hands around him.
You both soon arrived at what seemed like an old castle, it was hauntingly beautiful. Unlike the well lit mansion of ale Comte, Vlad’s castle was quite old and dimly lit, but as you entered the gates, a beautiful garden awaited you. You were stunned by the beauty of moon flowers which bloomed in their full glory all around the castle. You know Vlad had taken a lot efforts to grow them, just by looking at the well maintained garden.
Vlad: Do you like it, my dear?
Y/n: Yes, very much.. it’s stunning actually.
Vlad just smiled satisfiedly at your comments. As you two entered the castle, the dim lit corridors greeted you. Something about Vlad’s castle was oddly comforting. You didn’t felt spooked or scared by the old castle walls, but instead somehow felt at peace, felt at home, maybe because they were too similar to its owner, with his traces and scent all over the place. The sweet smell of freshly baked goods filled your nostrils as you both made your way to your new room. Probably preparations for tomorrow’s breakfast, by one of Vlad’s roommates, about whom he loves chatting about.
Vlad guided you to one of the empty rooms, but to your surprise, it was a well kept room, with dim moonlight entering the room through stained glass, creating different patterns on the floor. The white lilies in the balcony only added to it’s beauty.
Y/n: It’s so beautiful...
Vlad: I am glad you liked it!! I had already prepared this room thinking of you, that someday you might come to stay with me.
You were stunned by his confession. You had no idea, he could go to such lengths for you. The lord of castle himself preparing a room for you, how lucky you are? His efforts were clearly visible. From the soft bed sheets up to a closet full of dresses, he really planned it knowing that someday you will come here. How cute can this devil be? You thought to yourself.
Vlad: Freshen up darling, before you go to sleep.
Y/n: Vlad.. Can you sleep with me today?
Vlad: W-what???
A deep blush crept up his face as you said that. Seeing him blush, you blushed too, now realising the way you meant it was completely different than what it sounded like.
Y/n: N-no n-not in t-that w-way!! I just meant simple sleeping as I want you to hold me in your arms. I want to wake up next to you.
Vlad chuckled at your flustered reaction but replied eventually.
Vlad: S-sure!! I thought of giving you some space but since you don’t want it, I’ll intrude your privacy.
He said smiling cutely like a small kid, you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. You quickly went to freshen up. After taking a shower, you wore the night robe given to you by Vlad. It was comforting and soft. You wore it and came out, just to be blessed with the view of Vlad laying down on your bed in his night robe with his chest slightly exposed. You blushed but continued staring as you made your way towards the bed.
Vlad’s eyes were closed, but when he noticed the bed dip, he opened his eyes taking in your figure. Blush crept his cheeks as he saw you in your night clothes, crawling close to him on bed. You laid beside him and hugged him tightly as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You kissed his forehead softly and he pecked your lips in return. As you played with his silky soft hair, he whispered sweet nothings to you and hummed a beautiful melody. His voice was so sweet, so comforting, you found yourself dozing off as he now patted your head and laid it on his broad chest. You mindlessly traced your fingers on his scar, trying to soothe it with your small attempt. As you both drifted off to sleep in each other’s comforting embrace you knew for a matter of fact, that you can finally love your devil without having to hide it now, as now you can face the world together with him by your side.
The next morning when you woke up, Vlad was right beside you, with his arms wrapped tightly around your torso. Watching him slowly open his ruby eyes, which shined like jewels in sunlight, you knew there will be more mornings like this when you see them glow brighter with each passing day.
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for the angst ask (thanks for opening them btw) vlad and illness? he waited so long for his mc (gn) just to watch them slowly dying in front of him, their last moments and what that entails? I want to be crushed haha
A/N: Hello anon! I took a little bit of artistic liberty here because I had an idea so its not illness, but rather an accident. The rest of the request is still honored.
CW: death, loss
Vlad x gn reader
Word Count: 1783
A Pureblood vampire has nothing but time. It becomes their only constant, the one fixed thing they can depend on as the world around them evolves and changes. The flow of time brings mighty mountains to their knees and changes the course of rivers. It has seen man crawl, then walk and now, in the late 19th century, begin to run as technology makes leaps and bounds within shorter and shorter time spans. And one sure thing about time: it never stops.
How does one bear the weight of years and decades and centuries? Vlad has found a way. Something that fascinates him.
People.
He has loved them with a ferocity sharp and deadly. That their lives are so fleeting, rising like sparks from a fire only to blink out of existence and return to darkness within mere decades, is what makes them precious. Worth fighting for. And he has never loved a human, or any other being, as much as he loves you.
You were the one he waited for. The one who imprinted yourself upon him like a brand, your essence burned into his soul with a heat that never subsided as he waited all those long years for you. And when the time came, when you understood who he was and what you meant to him, when you returned those extraordinary feelings of love and desire, he understood the words Shakespeare had penned when writing his greatest love story:
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea
My love as deep.
The more I give to thee,
The more I have,
for both are infinite.”
You gave his world a beauty far beyond that field of roses he holds so dear. Vlad’s heart holds entire universes of love only for you.
Which is why, when you told him you did not want to be turned, despite the consequence of death, he never once questioned it. He had simply raised your hands to his lips, his claret eyes closing as he pressed a kiss into your skin, accepting your decision.
And decided then and there he would dedicate every moment you had together to bringing you joy. He would show you the world and in return, give the world the gift of your smile.
Which is why you were in London, exploring the world’s largest city and breathtaking capital of the British Empire. You were staying at Claridge’s, one of the grandest hotels London had to offer, and swept up in the whirlwind of pleasures Vlad had arranged: an outfit tailored just for you at London’s most exclusive boutique, high tea at one of the oldest tea houses in the city, a boat ride on the Thames. As you disembarked, hand in hand, a young boy was waiting with a message for Vlad. A mystery item he had commissioned was finished and would he care to come pick it up or have it delivered to the hotel? His rose-colored eyes had gleamed, his excitement dancing within their depths and along the curve of his lips. He would come right away. When you had asked what this mysterious item was, he had simply smiled softly. You would see soon, beloved. Go, the carriage that would take you back to the hotel was waiting just across the street. He would meet you in the hotel’s salon for supper.
You parted, his smile still warming your heart against the misty London air and you took the time to watch his tall figure grow smaller and smaller as he walked with the young boy down the street, eventually disappearing from view as they rounded a corner. Your heart could not be any fuller, your soul could not be more content. Vlad was the key that unlocked the truth about love: it mattered, more than anything. He mattered more than anything. Loving him had transformed your world into something so perfect it could be called heaven. You were so lost in your starry-eyed thoughts, your mind floating in the clouds on a breeze of affection and anticipation, you did not pay attention as you stepped onto the street.
You did not see the carriage with its spooked horse barreling towards you.
You did not hear the shout of warning.
You stepped out into the street.
And your world went black.
It’s tucked safely into the inside pocket of his jacket, carefully wrapped in the softest black velvet. One look at the pin, a detailed red rose made from the purest rubies with its emerald leaves and curving stem, made by one of the finest jewelers in Europe, and he knew it was worth every cent. It was a work of art and he was proud of the design he had created. He wanted something unique, something custom-made that no one else the world over could have, a symbol of his feelings for you and a sign to all who saw it that you, like the rose, are a rarity worth remembering, a beautiful spirit worth marveling at.
He turns the corner onto the street where you had gone ashore after your boat tour, his mind running through the way he imagines you will smile when he presents his gift, a smile that rivals the sun in all its brightness. All thought however screeches to a halt as he notices the crowd gathered, blocking most of the way. There are police wagons and officers doing their best to keep people away from something on the road. Vlad passes an elderly man sitting on the filthy flat pavement meant for pedestrians, his dirt-streaked face blanched with shock, hands shaking as he tries to drink from a flask. He hears the mumbled words, repeated over and over to no one in particular:
“The horse stepped on a nail. I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t stop it. It stepped on a nail. I couldn’t stop it. They came out of nowhere. I couldn’t stop it-”
Uneasiness begins to slowly creep down Vlad’s spine like a spider descending on its silken thread. He was planning to walk around the crowd, his long legs swiftly taking him away from the buzzing and gawking of the crowd so he could get to you, his light, his love, and make sure you were ok. He will never be able to answer why he didn’t stick with this. Why instead of walking around the crowd, his feet begin taking him through it.
Each step feels like the earth is trying to stop him, gravity is desperately pulling at his legs, trying to slow him. His feet feel like they are made of granite, dragging along as he shoulders his way through the dense, foul-smelling mass. Each beat of his heart becomes louder, the crowd’s murmuring becomes distorted. Fate has wrapped his heartstrings around her cruel fingers and pulls, forcing him to shamble his way toward a truth that will sunder his very soul.
He breaks through the throng.
And sees you lying there, your soft hair touching the filth of the street, your head pillowed by hard, uneven cobblestones.
Someone has thrown what looks like a shabby picnic blanket over your body, but Vlad can smell the blood through the fibers, through the grime of a London street. Your eyes are open, blinking rapidly, your lips trembling as you mouth one word. He recognizes the shape of his name.
“I’m here, beloved.” How he manages to speak through a throat full of thorns is a miracle, another question with no answer. He sinks to his knees beside you, feeling the dampness soak through his trousers, the hard stone biting at him. “I’m here.” You turn your head and the effort that costs you is evident in the flickering light of your beautiful eyes. He reaches out with a shaking hand, the movement slow as if underwater, and manages to brush your hair off of your forehead with infinite tenderness. His fingers are stained red with the blood trickling down your temple. He repeats the motion anyway.
Your breathing is labored and erratic but you refuse to look away, holding his gaze for as long as you can.
“I’m…..sorry.” Your voice wheezes, rough with strain.
His heart shatters into a thousand pieces. Tiny shards that embed themselves into his own lungs, that twist his stomach into a Gordian knot, that pierce his very soul and cling, barb-like and heavy.
“No, my love. My dearest one. No.” He smiles. It is a reflex, a gesture of comfort. His lips shift without him even conscious of it. Words continue to find a way through his blocked throat. Because he knows you need them. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” His hand, still trembling lightly, slides down, cupping your face, the one he has loved for ages, the one white as bone and red with blood. “I love you.”
A shudder wracks your body and your eyes close. For a moment you don’t breathe and panic seizes him, gripping his mind with hands of steel. No, no. Just another moment. No.
And then you manage another breath. Your eyes open again, seeking his. Your lips part and he leans down to catch your labored, whispered words.
“I’m….scared.”
The truth of it bears down on him. He has seen death so often that it had become as innocuous as the changing of the seasons. Spring follows winter, autumn follows summer. People are born, live out the time they are given, and then die.
And yet your words have turned the world upside down. Death is no longer an abstract, cyclical idea. It is real. It is on that grimy cobblestone street, leaning over you, reaching down, seconds away from taking you away from him forever. Stealing every place you never went. Every kiss you haven’t shared. Every declaration of love yet to be spoken.
Vlad presses his lips to your cold forehead, his hand still cupping your face.
“I’m here, beloved. I promise, it will be okay. I’m with you.”
Your eyes are on him, but they are no longer focused. The flame of life inside of them is sputtering as the curtains slowly close on your mortality. Your breathing becomes rapid, uneven, louder. The sound forever burns itself into his memory.
You draw one breath.
His soul quakes. Don’t go, beloved.
And then another.
Beloved……I’m scared.
And then you are still, sightless eyes gazing into nothingness.
……..beloved?......
And his world goes black.
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Ghosted
Part 1
https://i-am-an-androphilic-doormat.tumblr.com/post/635727711629901824/ghosted-a-vlad-masters-x-reader-story-part-1
Part 2
https://i-am-an-androphilic-doormat.tumblr.com/post/667706669294338048/vladdy-is-daddy
Part 3
You sighed as you sat in the passenger seat, Operative K had volunteered to sit in the back with all the equipment and said he’d go ahead and get a head start on their report of the case in the computer logs. Operative O insisted he drives, when you had said you wouldn’t mind driving considering he had drove the team to the mayor’s residence, he said something along the lines that your temper contributes to how safely you drive. In other words:
He’s pretty sure if you drive, all of you would die in a car crash.
Whatever.
You still couldn’t believe that asshole was the new mayor, and the fucking nerve he had towards you. Can’t he just go back to Wisconsin in a different mansion? Sure, your men destroyed the second one unwarranted, but it’s not like he couldn’t afford a third. He owns like- four different massive companies. He has to be up to something! You just didn’t know what… yet. Oh well. You weren’t going to worry about it anymore, I mean really, what influence will he actually have on Amity Park?
————————two weeks later—————————
Vlad had just finishing delivering his address to bills he had passed concerning ghosts. That should teach Daniel Fenton a lesson as well keep that pesky Danny Phantom out of his hair. For now at least, it’s only a matter of time before he waves the white flag and gives Vlad his rightfully earned victory over this game they’ve been playing.
But in order to really put Phantom in his place, he needed to take his role in busting ghosts in this town. However, he can’t deal with these ghost problems as Plasmius as he usually would, this has to be public, so this will be a job for Masters. Therefore he won’t be able to do this alone.
The plan was to get his partner Skulker to release some low ranking ghosts into Amity Park while Vlad hires the Guys in White to catch the spectral fiends in his name. A pro he now has as mayor was having command over government funded associations.
After having his mayoral assistant arrange some things with the Guys in White and confirming their cooperation, he was now left to do the loads of paperwork… the agonizing con of being mayor and CEO of multiple companies.
The long treacherous hours as the day turned to night, sitting in his leather office seat, scribbling away sheet by sheet, square framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Maddie, his cat, was curled up comfortably on the top of her cat tree.
Vlad sighed taking a moment to look at the time: 8:39 P.M. He has to greet the Guys in White at 9 for their first ghost hunt. Now would probably be a good time to stop for the night. Besides, his writing hand was starting to cramp…
Getting up from his seat, he stretched his limbs letting out a satisfied grunt, waking Maddie from her nap as she watched her owner down the last bit of his favorite whisky in his glass. Vlad stuffed his reading glasses away and left his office with Maddie following close behind. As the mayor passed through the long halls, his mind wandered. Perhaps he’ll see that woman again… Don’t get the wrong idea, Madeline will always be the only woman that owns his heart, but he hasn’t been able to shake off this itch on the back of his brain that he somehow knows that agent! From the way she behaved towards him, she remembers all too well that they had met before and he couldn’t think of anything he might have done to offend her.. maybe she was an employee he once had and was fired for whatever reason. Although it would be odd considering the agency she works for now so that doesn’t seem to be the likely answer, even if it would make the most sense to him on why she’d dislike him so much. He was just dying to know… oh to hell with it. It was most likely she was just another ‘eat the rich’ type just as Daniel’s friend Samantha Manson was, despite the irony of her family being rather wealthy.
Vlad’s work cell buzzed to life as he was notified of the Guys in White’s soon arrival. With a small glance of acknowledgement and grin, he dismissed his previous thoughts and focused on what truly mattered: beating Danny Phantom at his own game.
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The riot you had upon discovering who had hired you for your next mission. You’re expertise being challenged by the likes of him? You’re going to kill him! After all these years you festered this hatred towards this man and here he was practically laughing at you! The last thing you could’ve ever wanted to happen was becoming a reality, you working for Vlad Masters and him making a laughing stock out of you. You were sure he was the one that hired the world’s best ghost hunters in order to catch that blasted Danny Phantom kid a few months ago, just so he could get a rise out of the chaos that had ensued. And your poor men fell right into it. Embarrassing. The promise you made that day all those years ago was being forced to be broken, and if you were to keep it, you’d lose your job over it. How you resented him for this. All he has ever done to you even now is make you suffer…
Once again you were not allowed to drive. But you didn’t care for that, he wants you to hunt ghost? Fine. You’ll give him a ghost hunt and more. So much more he’ll be running for his money! Yes. That’s exactly what you’ll do. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Masters’ face when you manage to eliminate all of these pesky ghosts in one night!
As for your coworkers, they were keeping a distance from you. You holding a heavy, dangerous, and armed Spectral Melter while having an evil grin on your face was incredibly disconcerting… they just knew it was better to stay out of your way. After all you took ghost hunting very seriously, even more so than them. If they were to make a comparison, you were like a starved lion in the Roman Colosseum arena. The moment you were released: whatever that was alive in that ring with you won’t stay alive long. It was nights like this the agents pitied the clueless spirits of what was to come.
Soon after your team had fully unpacked and prepared for the night ahead, a black limousine pulled up to allow the new mayor to greet the crew and discuss the plans he had in store. The moment he stepped out he had a smug look on his face and all you wanted to do was smack it right off, he radiated the demeanor that he was better than everyone else. Damn the election. All it did was inflate his already obnoxiously huge ego.
You barely listened to his stupid ramble about how “appreciative” he was for your team’s help and what not, all you really cared to listen about was getting started. You were all separated into groups and spread across the town, and of course your team performed exceptionally just as you expected. As for you, you were truly pushing your limits and hitting the jackpot with the spectral fiends you were rounding up. By the end of the night, you had caught the most. As you loaded the captured ghost and equipment onto a ecto-protected carry van, the smell of expensive cologne drew too close for your comfort.
“My my! Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight my dear!”
Gag. That’s all you wanted to do. Just gag. You momentarily froze, the ecto-annihilator still heavy in your hands as you were midway handing it off to Operative F, you glanced up and watched as he, and some others hurried to make some distance from you, taking the heavy equipment out of your hands to be put away for the drive back to the office. You took a deep breath before turning your attention to the mayor, whom seemed to be a bit confused by your colleagues sudden rush to pack things up.
“Mayor Masters.”
You forced yourself to say politely, holding your hip and clenching your fist as to not suddenly wring the unsuspecting man’s neck out. The silver-haired man shook off the distraction going back to his stupid smug look that you’d guess he was using to try and charm you. “It’s a pleasure to see you again my lady, and under better circumstances as well!” He said offering a smile, but you offered no response. You simply cut your eyes at him in hopes he’d wrap things up already and leave you alone.
Vlad cleared his throat, rubbing his hands together, “I was actually over here to tell you how thoroughly impressed I was to hear about the catches you made tonight! I felt that perhaps the hardest hunter tonight should be rewarded.” He complimented, “Did you expect less of me? I don’t take kindly being underestimated and then being rewarded for doing my job correctly simply because I’m a woman, Vladimir.” You bit out, god he was so frustrating.
“No! No no no of course not!” He quickly said, laughing nervously, “I’m a huge advocate for equality.” He said “What kind of mayor would I be if I wasn’t?” He smiled proudly, like he was patting himself on the back. Gross. You crossed your arms across your chest, “Don’t stress yourself for brownie points Mayor Masters, I’m going to decline this reward and be on my way.” You huffed, grabbing the support bar to pull yourself into the van. A warm hand wrapped around the wrist of your free hand
“Can I at least get your name this time? I know you may not like me for whatever reason that is but it’s most likely we’ll be seeing a lot of each other in the future for works sake. I’d hate to continue addressing you as the Mistress in White.”
You glared at him, “You can call me...”
You snatched your arm away, watching the glimmer of hope you had given quickly diminish as quickly as it had came,
“Operative B”.
Then slammed the van doors shut.
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Vlad was left stunned, left alone on the concrete road as the other agents bustled into their vehicles to leave. Operative A, head agent of Guys in White (which Vlad was also now realizing he was just a rank above the Mistress), approached the mayor. “We’re all wrapped up here Mayor Masters. Is there anything else you need for us to do before we leave?” The gentleman asked.
Vlad let out a sigh of…. Disappointment? Annoyance? He wasn’t sure. “No. I appreciate your team’s cooperation in this matter.” He thanked, folding his arms behind his back, straightening himself out to recover from the whiplash of emotions the Mistress in White had served him. The agent simply nodded and headed to his designated vehicle, “Until tomorrow night, sir”.
Thus, they were off.
Vladimir went back to his home contemplating deep in thought. This “Operative B” has nearly taken over his mind completely. This hatred she holds for him is much deeper than what he had initially thought. There’s disliking a person, then there’s hatred. A hatred he was all too familiar with. But it intrigued him. It really shouldn’t, in all honesty from here on out he should just go about things and not bother with her anymore… But it did. Vlad wanted to know why she hates him so much so badly. More importantly, her name!!! The only problem is that Operative B didn’t seem keen on telling him anything anytime soon.
Suddenly an awful idea struck Vlad. An evil mischievous grin grew onto his features, feeling nothing but clever with this little plan his brain concocted. She may not tell Vlad Masters what he wants to know, but that doesn’t mean she won’t tell Vlad Plasmius what he wants to know. It was a risky game of course, but the best he’s seen from the Guys in White was confiscate Skulker’s mechanical suit and lock up FreakShow, and he wasn’t even a ghost. The damage she could do alone to Plasmius was small, if not smaller than what the Fenton’s could even do. If he plays his cards right…
Oh yes, what a wonderfully awful idea indeed.
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[fic+art] From Her Mouth of Strawberry
From Her Mouth of Strawberry
Ikemen Vampire | Vlad x Main Character/Reader | M | 2.7k words
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So this is what everlasting love feels like.
An epilogue of Vlad’s Romantic Ending route. With art.
A/N: OH MY GOD I MADE IT. SOMEWHAT. HAPPY NEW YEAR. I post this as Lady Gaga plays in my neighbor's house. I wanted to finish and post this before I get Jossed in a couple of hours. Vlad's sequel is coming! So early, wow! Forgive the quality of writing in this one; I wrote parts of it with a clear mind, I wrote most of it dizzy and sleepy and trying to concentrate while my neighbors sing merrily in their karaoke (70s-80s songs is 👌, I approve). Title and the quoted verses are from Charles Baudelaire's Les Métamorphoses du vampire. Very apt, very apt.
I also have art for it! Which I'll include in a reblog, so as not to disrupt the flow of reading.
Tagging and shoutout to @akintosalt and @evil-quartett, who have witnessed my descent to madness finishing this fic and whom I have greeted as 2023 sauntered here with pomp and swag. This is for you guys! 💖
On the first morning of eternity Vlad is next to your side on the bed, elbow folded against the mattress, his upper body and head lifted to watch you slowly part your eyelids. The sun shimmers through the tall windows of his room, casting a long thick line across the carpeted floor, like golden lava that would sink you if you dip your feet in. The diffuse glow of the natural light hits Vlad’s skin and hair, his eyes shining like revelation.
“Good morning,” he whispers.
Something in your heart blooms, warm and soft under his radiance. There’s a little ache in there, too, a light squeeze that’s almost exquisite in its significance.
His other hand leaves its place and migrates to your face, knuckles ghosting along the corner of your eye down to your cheek then to the corner of your lips, and you tilt slightly to place a kiss there. Vlad smiles, and he leans down to press his own lips to yours. He opens his mouth and you taste strawberries.
When you separate, you smile back at him and say, “Good morning, Vlad.”
Outside, birds twitter among the freshly blossomed garden flowers, and Paris wakes languidly into the arrival of spring.
The days following your transformation march on like a steady drumbeat, rhythm never ruined. It’s as if nothing momentous happened; the world feels the same, still is the same, but Vlad knows that everything has changed. It’s in the way he views the world now. Before, it treads on the path leading to destruction; but next to you, the world seems to radiate renewal. The lens with which he sees things shifted, allowing diffraction, the direction of his ambition spreading into a dream, encompassing every scope, every shape, every color.
Before, Vlad was a god carrying the fate of the world on his lonely shoulders. Now, he has descended from the heavens to walk among humans.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine. A bit weird—I can feel the sharpness of my incisors against my tongue—but not bad weird.”
“Ah. If you encounter any problems, don’t hesitate to tell me.”
“Of course.” A pause. “Hey, Vlad?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad—I’m glad that we found each other this time.”
An exhale of a laugh. “I’m glad, too. Didn’t we promise each other? I’ll find you wherever you are, whatever it takes.”
Years—decades, centuries—flickered by like a rapid flipping of pages. Empires rise and fall, and Vlad observed the milestones of mankind with the benevolent glint of a ruler surveying his kingdom. He’d been to plenty of places, all in search of the girl who saved him. He’d looked for her under the rust-colored roofs of Firenze, amidst the resplendent natural beauty of Zhongguo, against the tropical heat of Las islas Felipinas, and dozens more—the beat of the heart seeking for an echo, the one with the warmth of embrace and the mellisonant voice that dripped with pure light.
He recalled: they never did finish that conversation, did they. The one where she was about to part something. Sometimes, as he lay down on his bed, before he drifted off to sleep, Vlad wondered what she’d say. It must’ve been important, because her face was pulled taut, almost crumpled into tears, like she couldn’t wait for the words to cascade out of her mouth. That was probably his only regret. When he returned to the mansion, drenched in snow and blood, she was already gone, a wraith whisked off by the biting wind.
Would he find out what she’s supposed to say? Would he ever in his lifetime?
The question of thirst emerges right after. You know, based on your experiences with the residents in the mansion, that vampires can curb their bloodlust by drinking Blanc. Perfectly safe, perfectly moral. Food is an indulgence they all partake in, as evidenced by Vlad’s childlike preference for strawberries.
Charles offers to supply you Blanc, but you decline, insisting that you can provide on your own. It’s one thing to live forever; it’s another to be self-sufficient about it. Even if your life has upended and evolved, the same principles apply when trying not to be burdensome about it.
But it’s strange and baffling, this constant thirst. The others appear to be unsaddled by this dryness in the throat—or at least unbothered by it. This intensifies whenever Vlad is around, the itch clawing inside until it climbs to the roof of your mouth, and it all feels like sand, coarse and insidious, with parched tongue.
Of course, one look from Vlad and he understands.
“Drink from me,” he says later that night, when you’re seated side by side and only the moonlight reveals the expressions you have for each other. He takes your hand and nuzzles the inside of your wrist, eyes closed as if savoring the sensation of warmth. In bliss, reverential; his warm puffs of breath against your pulse sending heat all over your body.
He slants another gaze at you, this time beckoning, and you’re entranced by the hooded slits of red—passion, passion, burning passion in his blood-red eyes.
A tongue darts out. Licks the skin where your pulse is leaping against the wet, hot pressure. Vlad shuts his eyes and moans, ragged and so full of want that a shaky sigh escapes from you.
“Drink from me,” he murmurs again, the words pressed into your palm, and you can feel his lips shape the words against your skin. It tickles you, and you try to jerk your hand away but his grip on you is tight, intent on never letting go. “Love is tied to bloodlust,” he continues. “You desire my blood because you love me. I desire your blood because I love you. So drink from me, and I will drink from you.��
He unbuttons his shirt and exposes a shoulder. A portion of his scar peeks around the fabric. Softly, tenderly, he guides your head to his neck, and your lips meet his skin, clean but with a trace of sweetness, petals. The hand on your wrist remains, rubbing your pulse with his thumb.
“Go on,” he says, voice thick and encouraging. Even in love and lust Vlad is always the one who gives first.
“But,” you answer, your words muffled and hot; Vlad tilts his head back to provide more access. “Won’t this hurt you?”
“At first, yes. But I promise it will feel good for me and for you. Go on, take what you need.”
The sensation of fangs piercing flesh feels weird, but when Vlad’s blood bursts through and you finally get a taste of it, it’s a whole new thing altogether. Vlad gasps, a full-body shudder tremoring through him, his free hand grabbing your hips and tugging closer. You follow until you’re both pressed together, with nary a space in between. He reclines on the bed until you’re on top of him, still sucking at his neck for blood, the only sound in the room apart from his harsh breathing.
When your tongue swipes at the wounds Vlad groans, bringing both his hands on your hips and grinding. You both gasp at the hot pleasure.
“When she had drained the marrow out of all my bones, / When I turned listlessly amid my languid moans, / To give a kiss of love—” Vlad recites, almost like a mantra, almost like a prayer, his voice catching and clicking in the throes of ecstasy.
Vlad finds your eyes, hazy but lucid enough to ask, “Have you drunk enough?” A thumb caresses your lips and it glides easily because of the blood. Vlad inspects his thumb between you, fascinated before he brings it to his own lips, tastes his own blood. The sight of it makes you swallow, and the ache within you just grows and grows until it erupts and the words spill out of your lips like molten desire.
“No, I don’t think it will ever be enough, but that’s all right. What I want now—what I want—” You close your eyes and exhale a shuttered breath. When you look at Vlad again—his splayed hair like silver halo, his half-mast eyes drunk in pleasure, his parted lips stained with his own blood—all you see is a godling who deserves to be loved and worshiped like this. “What I want is to give you everything, so it’s your turn to drink from me.”
And like a giant wave he surges to crash against your lips, devouring your entire being. You welcome it, welcome him, your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt then sliding inside to feel his skin, the hard planes of his muscles, the scar over his heart.
In this night of whispered sighs and ghostly touches, your heartbeats are in sync, and Vlad’s eyes glisten with pure want. Nothing else matters except the desire of flesh, your blood beating in want of him, and time dilutes and the world vanishes until only you and he remain.
The funny thing about memory was: accuracy wasn’t the point.
The expectant stare of the painter tilted sideways as Vlad stuttered into a halt, dreadful realization that he could no longer remember the face of his beloved savior. Sure he remembered the shade of her hair, waterfall brown that curled playfully midway. He remembered her pristine shirt, the color of snow before spilt blood—the color of her skirt. He remembered the shade of her skin illuminated by candlelight. But when it came to the most important thing of all: featureless light, uncrisp and blotchy.
It was funny because the way he felt about her was a solid, crisp thing, as palpable as the objects he could touch. The ember-warm ink-bloom that suffused his blood when she held him was indelible in his heart and memories; he could still remember the staccato rhythm of her heartbeat against his ear. Seedling-hope and ironclad belief tied together in her name. He’d find her, one day, even after the world ended, because he believed.
He remembered the sound of her breath before she opened the wardrobe that hid him from the world.
He remembered the buried sorrow between her words, threatening to claw out.
He remembered her hands, soft and delicate and yearning, and he ached to love.
He remembered her sweet scent—
He remembered her—
He remembered—
It’s been weeks since you’ve been cooped up in Vlad’s castle, adjusting to your new, eternal body and its needs, and now it seems to be the right time to venture out again.
So you visit the mansion.
The astonished faces of the residents when they see you are a sight to behold, and they pile on you like you’re their long-lost youngest sibling suddenly returned home.
Le Comte has to threaten Arthur and Dazai a spanking to pry them away from you. Sebastian declares a dinner party is in order, and it feels like the old days again, before Vlad came into your life and held your heart with snow-coated fingers.
Sebastian refuses your help to wash the dishes when you offered, arguing that the dinner was held in your honor and it’s silly to have you clean up after. Which is why you find yourself in front of the door that started everything.
Eventually Napoleon joins you in reminiscence.
“Do you regret it?” he asks, eyes not leaving the door.
But you turn to him, smiling when he meets your gaze, and say, “There’s no regret when it’s the destiny we chose, you know?”
Napoleon returns your smile, relief gracing his features. He ruffles your hair, the consummate big brother looking out for his siblings. “I’m glad.” He pauses, then adds: “Are you happy?”
That question bears no hesitation. “Yes,” you answer. “I’m very happy.”
Eternity is desire and ache and sorrow and loneliness—
He sinks his fangs into her flesh.
—and now it, too, is happiness.
One day, out of the blue, Vlad declares, “Let’s see the world.”
After consoling Charles and procuring assurances from Faust that he refrain from any funny stuff that Vlad elaborates:
“All the travels I’ve done in the past were always about searching for you. Now that we have found each other, I want to travel again—with you this time.”
And what can you say other than yes?
Decades pass in a snap of fingers, and Vlad’s enjoyed every second of it.
The world has become more precious: empires rose and fell, peace sustains its lilting melody, Vlad’s dream burns steady as life. Seeing the world tastes rich this time, a surprising burst of flavorful experiences—the sweetness of your smile against the backdrop of canola flowers in Jeju Island, the spicy car chase along Berliner Ring after getting accidentally involved in a casino heist, the tangy sunset after hours of café hopping in Vienna, the honeyed secrets exchanged under the bougainvillea-covered balconies in Cartagena.
Next to you the world teems with hope and faith, and Vlad tastes, this time, a robust future.
“Here.” You hand him a cone of ice cream that you bought from a street vendor across the pathway. The one you gave him has the color of flushed pink—strawberry—and yours is bright yellow—cheese. “Tell me what you think.”
There’s a bench a little far off to where you’re going. Vlad studies the ice cream carefully as he sits down, then he takes a lick. It’s light and sweet, a welcome chill on the tongue. The May heat melts it faster, and the ice cream drips down the cone, makes a small puddle in the fold of his index finger.
“This is delicious,” he says, and squints at your own cone. Cheese as an ice cream flavor is odd to him, but you seem to enjoy it. He swaps his hold of the ice cream and offers it to you with his right hand, his left raised to his lips, tongue darting out to lick away the melted cream. “Do you want to try mine?”
“Sure.” You lean towards his proffered hand and try the strawberry. In this close proximity, Vlad can smell your dulcified scent. A pleased hum escapes your throat. “This is good too!”
A first experience for Vlad: eating ice cream together with you as people relish their summer vacation, skipping with buoyant, dancer-steps, their laughter tickling his ears. Teenage girls steal glances in his direction, furtive giggling tucked behind coy hands. Vlad, indulgent, smiles at them, they laugh openly. You look on with amused affection in your eyes, ice cream gone, consumed.
“The last time I went here,” Vlad says, struck with a memory, “ice cream wasn’t introduced yet.”
“Oh? That’s a long time, then.”
“Almost three centuries since I’ve visited. Some buildings I recognize, but plenty have changed.”
It’s been a long time, indeed, but for Vlad, the passage of time runs differently from that of human perception. A blink, a sleep, a long pensive silence. Memories blur, betwixt one point and another. Just like his memories of your face, a gradual erosion attributed to absence and distance; but now, in this moment, Vlad knows that he will no longer forget.
A kilometer from where they sit, the sea murmurs, tranquil, and the people near it attempt to dip their toes into the water before it gets agitated. A month from now, typhoons will come, and the sea will rise and strike and beat the land with its ferocious waves. Vlad finishes his ice cream, the sweetness of strawberry and sugar cone lingering on his tongue.
“There’s a place here that I wanted to go to, but couldn’t the last time I came,” he says.
A beautiful smile blossoms on your lips. “Then let’s go there this time.”
He returns the smile with his own. “Yes, let’s.”
Another first experience: the heels of his shoes clacking against the stone pavement as children run and play tag, circling you and Vlad once, their chatter trailing in the air. His hand finds yours and entwines its fingers with your own, warm and comforting and real. It will continue in the years, decades, centuries—this solid and crisp warmth, this ink-bloom in his veins, your clear, unveiled face.
His dream of peace, of the world eternal, warless and free of destruction, held safe in your hands, beating on.
So this is what everlasting love feels like.
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Day 2 of the @cy-inky challenge, and honestly, the creative juices have been flowing relentlessly.
This one has Vlad-route specifics. 🥀
Divider: grungenglam
Vlad x reader fluff, 500 words, prompt: “I will always choose you.”
Having seen the beautiful night sky through the castle’s window, you raced to join Vlad out in the garden. Vlad had contentedly plopped down on a bench before patting his lap. Accepting this offered pillow, you gazed up at the stars.
You noticed that Vlad had yet to look up. His fingers glided through your hair while your eyes battled between the sky and his tender gaze.
“You know, the stars are beautiful tonight.” You nodded up. “They’re in the opposite direction, though.”
Vlad tilted his head. “I know they are. I can see the stars in your eyes.”
Man, he’s smooth. You blushed up at him, and he winked back.
You wonder how many hearts he’s broken in his long lifetime. He would immediately turn coy when you tried to glean his age, but surely he’s had plenty of time to meet plenty of women…
You shouldn’t ask. This is a slippery slope. A ripple effect. A causal sequence.
“How many relationships have you been in, Vlad?” Gah! Mouth! Listen to brain!
His eyes widened as he paused for a small moment. Then his face twisted into a smug grin. “How many would you guess?”
You grimaced, knowing full-well that you invited this retort. “That’s…” you paused, silently begging for a time-travel door that will send you back a convenient 5 minutes. No luck.
He continued playing with your hair, the epitome of patience.
You sighed. “Um. Well. Not knowing just how long you’ve been around…” Was it worse to assume he had many partners, or that he only had a few?
“25?” That felt safe enough, and giving him a guess was a necessary step in escaping this hole you were digging.
He laughed, and you felt a bit of relief that he hadn’t seemed offended at all.
He brushed your nose with the end of your hair as he spoke. “I’m not inexperienced. I’ve been around for an… ambiguous amount of time.” You wrinkled your nose at him while he continued. “I nearly had an arranged marriage, too, what with my pureblood lineage.”
Oh.
This slippery slope was worse than you thought.
“Where is she now?” You studied the stars very closely, desperately distracting yourself whilst burning with curiosity.
“I declined,” he shrugged. His voice softened. “You see, I had met another woman. I had been waiting for her a long time— beyond eternity.”
Those words… your words from when you journeyed back to meet him as a child. Your tension was replaced with the feeling of butterflies.
“…I prevented a marriage, and I didn’t even know it. You stood someone up for me?” You tried sounding apologetic but failed miserably.
“Well, she is still around...” He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“N-no!” You nearly shouted, and he laughed at your enthusiastic response. “I mean… you don’t regret it, right?” Your confidence was back, but you figured it would still be nice to hear.
“I could receive a thousand proposals, but I will always choose you.”
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12 Roses
Reader Insert x Vlad (Ikevamp)
Vlad calls reader his queen otherwise gender neutral; established relationship
Commission request
Fluff/Romantic
The crisp winter air was refreshing, the forest seeming to sparkle as sunlight caught on the snow that blanketed the woods.
Hmm? What’s that?
A rose that had yet to bloom was laying on my path as if it had been waiting for me. I swooped to pick it up, noting the way the movement felt familiar as I continued walking towards my destination.
Every few feet, there was another rose, each one bloomed more than the last.
Well, it’s obviously not a coincidence these are here…Did he leave these here?
The question lingered in my mind as I approached what seemed to be the final rose.
It lay in the center of a clearing that was surrounded by rose bushes, the flowers thriving despite the harsh winter weather, the dark green leaves sparkling with frost as the red roses swayed gently in the wind.
Almost as if they were greeting me, their sweet scent enveloping me as I picked up the last rose that lay at my feet.
This one’s almost fully bloomed. It’s a shame, it’s only just shy of perfect…
“Thank you for saving my flowers once again.”
I was smiling even before I turned towards the voice, happy to see the man I had been coming to meet.
“Vlad!”
My delight mingled with curiosity as I caught sight of the rose he held. Perfectly bloomed, standing proudly in his hands as he walked towards me.
“It’s beautiful…”
He smiled gently, affection glimmering in the depths of his gaze as he held the rose out to me.
“I put a lot of care into raising things.”
“I’m sure you did. All the flowers you grow are well cared for. That’s what makes them so stunning.”
“These are special.”
I looked up in surprise at his statement.
“I grew these specially for you.”
“You did?”
He nodded, his finger tracing the frame of the closed rosebud, the rose that had started this curious bouquet.
“Twelve roses, for the twelve months we’ve known each other.”
My eyes widened in realization as he touched each rose with a slender finger, his voice almost hypnotizing me as he spoke.
“Each at a different stage of blooming, like our feelings for each other.”
I took in a sharp breath, unknowingly holding it as his finger came to trace the delicate petals of the twelfth and final rose.
“Bringing us to the present.”
His hand left the roses, moving to grasp my chin gently, tilting it up to meet his gaze.
“The present, where my love for you has bloomed like this rose.”
I waited breathlessly, my eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a passionate kiss to my lips.
“The roses brought you to my side today, just as they did the first time we met. For that, I will forever be grateful.”
“As am I.”
His soft smile filled me with warmth as I returned it, love surging through me as I leaned up to kiss him once more.
“I hope you will stay by my side for many more years to come.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving.”
Peace washed over me as he embraced me, and I prayed that he knew I meant it with every fiber of my being.
His arms were home, and I never wanted to leave.
“I love you, my queen.”
“I love you too, Vlad.”
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Howdy Hollow! Master is sweet, small and soft and berserkers are the opposite of all those things. Can I please get some head canons for what Mori, Beowulf Berserker and Vlad think about this dichotomy?
Mori Nagayoshi
For the first day of knowing his Master, he doesn't quite realize the difference between the two of them.
Then it suddenly clicks in his head how easily he could destroy you if he wasn't careful. Which was the last thing he would want to do to you.
So he goes from treating you exactly the same as anyone else to sort of treating you like you're made of glass. If you have an issue with this and want him to treat you like you were anyone else again, tell him.
Beowulf
Like most berserkers, almost everyone is smaller than him. But he wasn't quite ready for just how small you were. He almost let out a laugh when he first laid eyes on you. Almost.
Other than that, he doesn't really act that differently with you than he would with any other Master. Sure, he doesn't quite understand the need you have to be so gentle with everything, but that's just you being you.
He does do the occasional patronizing head pat though. Be warned.
Vlad (Berserker)
You may have awakened something in Vlad that he didn't know he had. Dad Instincts.
If you wanted a servant to act like a protective parent, whether it be consciously or subconsciously, you got it. He's very aware of how small and soft you are compared to everyone else, and the thought of someone hurting you or taking advantage of your kindness just doesn't sit right with him.
So congratulations, you unlocked Dad Mode Vlad.
#Fate Series#Fate Grand Order#FGO#Fate Grand Order x Reader#Mori Nagayoshi x Reader#Beowulf x Reader#Vlad x Reader#Vlad's came out platonic I'm so sorry if you wanted romantic
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Hmmm. So Comte, Vlad and Leonardo are purebloods and purebloods are born, so theu could in theory knock up MC and they would have a baby. So my thought is, WHAT IF that would happen AND then MC would actually turn to pure blood too? Or what if when having sex while her having her days she would turn to pureblood? So that is how purebloods would actually being made, having sex when human having her days. Which would be why there aren't so many purebloods because not many like having sex while on their days. I would LOVE to read a fic where one of them would have sex while MC is on her days and Boom, she turns slowly to pureblood. I especially would want to see Leonardo's reaction! And of course Vlad's and Comte's reactions too. Because i bet they wouldn't know about it either.
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I WILL NEVER LET YOU LEAVE ME - 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
˚₊‧꒰ა chapter 1 - the start and all might ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
- cw | 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒, 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉 (𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝟤𝟢)
- characters | 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗐𝖺, 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖺, 𝗏𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍
- summary | (𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾), 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.
- male reader’s quirk | 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗏𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌.
(name) didn’t think it’d be this easy to adjust to being a new pro hero in japan. (name’s) outstanding quirk and good looks made him quickly rise to the top 10 heroes. all of this made him very nervous, he barely started, and he’s already at the top! how exciting! and such a young age to start as a pro hero, at age 20.
it was truly an honor to fight alongside other heroes, especially the heroes that he grew up watching fighting and saving japan from reckless villains. endeavor and all might was the biggest inspiration for him to be a hero, and now fighting alongside them was thrilling.
(name) was surprised how easily was to get along with the other heroes, especially with endeavor. they were super friendly! a little too friendly if you ask me! (name) didn’t think they were so affectionate from behind the camera. they would give out heartwarming compliments and suddenly would get touchy.
(name) didn’t mind it at first, they were his idols after all, but it started to get a bit unsettling. they would stare at (name) for too long, they would touch him inappropriately, some would be there near him when he didn’t want them to be, and would glare at anyone who would stare or would be too close to (name).
all of this was too much for (name), it was kind at first, but this was too much kindness. (name) thought if being a pro hero wasn’t as enjoyable as it sound, or looks to be. was all of this worth it to be a hero?
ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡
“there you have it folks! (name) (last name), known as flower maiden has protected the civilians of (random district name) from a violent thief! such an amazing hero!”, a woman news reporter gushed with a hint of blush on her cheeks from watching the handsome hero capture a thug.
the thief hung upside down, trying to wiggle out of the grasp of (name’s) quirk. thick vines were securely wrapped around the thug’s buddy, who threw curses at the young hero. it fell deaf onto (name’s) ears as he dusted off the filth that plastered onto him. (name) glanced at his adoring fans, and adorable children who admire him deeply.
“he’s so awesome!”
“papa! mama! i want to be like him when i’m a hero!”
“he’s so beautiful!”
“he’s way out of my league..”
“such a goddess!”
those compliments made (name) feel giddy. he loves his devoted fans very much. he chuckled, his eyes closed, smiling widely as he waved at the crowd. imaginary arrows shot at their hearts as their faces turned bright red from his tender smile. there was a particular retired hero in the crowd, witnessing the whole show.
it was all might. he watched how (name) defeated the criminal with such ease. it made him fall in love with (name) even more. he scooted through the crowd, trying to get close to (name) as soon as possible. “(name)!”, all might call out in the crowd. (name) halted his movements as his smile faded away, he looked at the crowd, trying to find the source.
(name) smile quickly came back as his eyes lit up when he saw all might push through the crowd with a smile. it was heartbreaking when all might retired when (name) transformed into a hero, he couldn’t battle with one of his idols, but was happy, at least he was making one of his fellow colleagues proud.
“greetings all might!”, (name) laughed. all night came up to (name) very quickly, (name) didn’t even notice. suddenly, (name) eyes widen slightly and lets out a cute yelp as all might surprisingly lift (name) onto his shoulders.
it surprised (name) since all might wasn’t as strong anymore, and he was scrawny and physically weak. (name’s) rear sat on all might’s shoulder as his arm wrapped around (name’s) legs, making sure he wouldn’t accidentally slip out of his grasp.
all might face the crowd, still holding onto (name). all might do his iconic smile as his eyes were shut. the crowd went wild, fans were gushing at the sight of the heroes getting along. (name) didn’t mind as his eyes shut closed, and smiled warmly.
all might felt overjoyed as he get to touch (name). the crowd died down as some people wandered away from the area. the crook was apprehended by officers, and he was quickly taken away. much to all might’s dismay, he softly held onto (name’s) hips and gently set him down on his feet.
(name) appreciated the nice gesture. he hasn’t gotten used to pro heroes being close friends, with the soft touching of his peers, makes him feel happy. “so all might! to what do i owe the pleasure?”, (name) exclaimed with a smile afterward. all might’s face turned completely red from what he was going to ask him.
all might avoid (name’s) gaze while playing with his fingers. “w-well, young midoriya and i will be going out for l-lunch to celebrate his quirk training. maybe y-you’ll like to j-join us?”, all might stuttered, he cringed from hearing himself stutter like that.
(name) never heard all might stutter like that, he thought he sounded silly, resulting him to chuckle. “gosh, i would be honored but unfortunately, i have to get some work done in my agency! maybe next time!” (name) reassured, his eyes closed as he scratched his neck nervously. he would be delighted to have lunch with all might if he wasn’t so busy.
all might smile dropped as his eyes widened from shock, he was upset. this was his chance to get even closer to (name), even get him in bed but his stupid hero work was getting in the way. “i-i understand..”, all might mutter. “but let me at least drive you there!”, all might insist, his face flushed as his eyes lit up from thinking about dropping (name) off at his agency.
that sounded romantic to him! (name) blinked, head tipped to the side. his eyes shut as he thought about it, it’ll be nice since he wouldn’t have to walk to the agency. (name) smiled as his arm rested on his hip, “that’ll be nice!”, (name) beamed.
ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡
the ride to the agency was silent, but it was a comfortable silence. (name) stared right out the window, watching the passing vehicles, and buildings while all might was driving the vehicles, not taking his eyes off the road. (name) gently closed his eyes as he sighed softly.
“god, you have no idea how amazing you are”, all might purred. (name) eyes shot open, he stared at the road ahead of him, what was all might talking about. “pardon me?”, (name) questioned.
“all i’m saying (name) is that you’re so intelligent, strong, and so adorable!” all might gush, his face blushing as he placed one of his hands on (name’s) thigh as the other was gripping onto the steering wheel. (name’s) eyes widened as he flinched. all might start rubbing up, and down on (name’s) thigh, (name) forced a smile while sweating bullets.
(name) started trembling, what was this man doing, and what was he saying? he was talking nonsense. why was he saying all of this now? was it that they were both alone together? whatever it is, (name) did not want all might’s hand caress touching.
“i-i don’t know what to say all might..”, (name) muttered as he continued to stare ahead, he did not know what to say, but all might did. “i love you so much (name), you have no idea to what limits i’d go to prove that to you”, he dreamily sighed as he hand slowly crept more upwards to (name’s) privates.
luckily, luck was on (name’s) side. he quickly hopped off the car when the car halted in front of (name’s) agency, and shut the door shut. (name’s eyes were still wide, he was fighting back tears, his brows drew together as his breathing was shaky and weak. he couldn’t believe what had happened.
as (name) was about to head inside his agency, he halted when he heard the passenger window roll down. “i’ll give you a call to schedule our lunch together!”, all might shout inside the car with excitement in his voice. (name) turned his head to the side, eyes shut, he forced another smile as he nodded.
“s-sure thing! i’ll be waiting!”, (name) stuttered nervously through his white teeth. all might smirk at (name’s) response, did (name) really mean that? did he? the passenger door’s window rolled up. (name) heard the car start, and the next thing you know, the car drove away into the busy streets, leaving (name) there in his own thoughts.
such a weird man..
the last part was rushed, sorry that it’s not good!
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Forever and Always (Comm.)
Prompt: Important question 💍
Word Count: 700
Staring at the gorgeous array of foods on the neatly arranged table in front of you, already had your cheeks warm and your lips curled.
The two hopeless romantics that were responsible for this lovely evening sat next to each other in front of you. Blue and burgundy eyes stared at you expectantly while you munched and drank.
“I can’t say I’m not feeling a bit too pampered this evening,” you pause your eating, looking between them, “But I’m a bit confused as to what the occasion is.”
They share a look before sitting a bit straighter, whatever joy on their faces now replaced with serious ones.
“We wanted to talk to you, about our future together.” Lisa’s voice made you freeze, a anxious feeling gnawing at your chest.
This past year has been almost a dream with Vlad and Lisa. Everything was like a fairytale, a brilliant and lovely doctor, a handsome and fearsome vampire, and a lovely castle to top it all off. It was too good to be true.
But everything good must come to an end. You’ve gotten better at ignoring that voice in your head, the one that lurks its way into your mind whispering lies and twisting your heart against yourself.
Yet here you are, questioning your place between the lovers in front of you, once again.
She seems to notice the dread that takes shape on your face, and immediately lightens up. Hand over yours, a small knowing smile forms.
“Oh dear, no need to look so horrified.” There’s a slight reassurance in her voice that releases your brain from the chokehold of self doubt.
“Of course, you had me thinking one of you was dying for a moment.” The tensions in the room dispersed with the sound of Vlad’d baritone laugh.
“Unlikely, darling.” Lingering chuckles still escaping his chest, “No, we wanted to talk about our future together.”
Pulling the pure white napkin off your lap to wipe the corners of your mouth, you take a moment to respond. “I actually wanted to talk with you both about something as well.”
They’re silent and waiting.
“I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided to sell my cabin.”
Silence returns once again.
There faces share confusion, Vlad speaking up first. “Have you been looking into new homes?”
“Yeah, sort of. I’ve had my eye on one place for a while.”
“Well you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need.”
“I know,” Your eyes meet his, holding each other with a loving look, “I’ve had my eye on the castle for a bit.”
It doesn’t take Lisa even a second to realize what you were saying, a face beaming with joy.
“You’re moving in here?”
You nod slowly, eagerness and nervousness mixing in the pit of your stomach.
“If you’ll have me.”
Vlad reaches out to pull your hand towards him, kissing your fingers.
“We’d be delighted.”
He still knows how to make your thighs clench, just one kiss and he has you aching for me.
“But that’s not exactly what we wanted to discuss.”
He holds your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
“Oh, sorry I just assumed. What did you-”
A cold sensation against your hand cuts you short, not taking even a millisecond to take in the sight before you.
Reflective and beautiful, were the first words that came to mind when you took in the silver ring wrapped around your finger.
They looked at you for any signs of dismay or disappointment but found nothing but pure unadulterated love.
Vlad had laced his fingers with yours, the ring on his finger matching yours.
“Would you do us the honor of-“
“Yes!”
Lisa shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes and lips stuck in a permanent smile. “You didn’t even let us finish.”
“Okay! Okay, sorry…”
They laugh at your attempt at appearing calm, practically shaking in your seat.
“Would you make us the happiest people in the world, and marry us?”
“Yes! A hundred times, yes!”
Vlad’s presence appears behind you, hands on your shoulders and pulling you gently back until you're pressed against your chair. His lips find yours and only add to the heat growing between your legs.
Pulling away, your lips chasing him until you can feel his breath against them. He grins at you, joy reaching his eyes.
“We’ll love you forever and always, my love.”
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Hello! I love your writing, can I pretty pls request a kiss with Vlad? if possible ofc ^^
A/N: I'm still reading his route but he has won me over and I am thoroughly taken by this lovely vamp.
Word Count: 456
He takes your face in his hands, gently, and runs his thumb over your cheek, caressing the petal-soft skin with the same reverence the raindrop has for the rose. You are his most valued treasure, the guiding light in the gloom.
Time is something he has plenty of and he takes it with you. His crimson gaze runs over your face with a tender intensity that steals your breath and sends your heart spinning, a leaf caught in an autumn breeze. Your eyes close as you lean into the warmth of his hand and his short inhale is audible. You showing such trust, such open enjoyment of his affection brings him joy unlike anything else. Not even his beloved roses compare to the softness of your expression, love’s sunrise painting your cheeks pink and brightening his own.
Vlad’s movements are slow, deliberate because he wants to enjoy kissing you, a maestro standing before the orchestra of your body, letting the prelude wash over him like a soft summer’s rain. He leans down, your face still adoringly cupped in his hands, a soft sigh harbinger of the kiss that comes next. You breathe in his familiar, floral scent as your lips meet. Your arms wrap around his waist, gentle yet possessive, and you are rewarded with a contented sound rolling from the back of his throat, a sound that settles into your body like embers from a fire, warming you thoroughly.
He shifts his mouth, the next movement of music beginning. It is slow and unhurried. He kisses you languidly, a man in no hurry to get anywhere, a man with all the time in the world. He catches your lower lip between his and holds it there, relishing the feel of your lips interlocking. Another slow, deliberate turn of his head and now it is his lip, imprisoned by yours. He thrills at the sensation of being caught.
The embers in your veins have begun smoldering. Heat, slow and steady, builds up and spreads through your limbs, your skin glowing with desire. Your arms tighten around him further and your lips part, a flower opening its petals to the seeking sun. He tastes like the sweetest, ripest strawberries summer can offer, enticing yet familiar.
He runs his tongue along yours, a connoisseur of luxury. To him, you are priceless. The taste of your mouth, the sound of your sighs, the scent of your skin. He drinks in every single aspect, pausing to savor the feel of your pliant lips, the tight press of your embrace, the heat traveling through his veins in waves of love and want.
In his kiss, you have found the promise of shelter, and in yours, he has found a place he can call home.
🌹
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BNHA Incorrect quotes#14...Bet lost-
Aizawa: Y/n, what's your favorite animal?
Secretary!Y/n*Staring at him*...Tired fuzzy raccoons...
Aizawa:...
Secretary!Y/n: And what is yours?
Aizawa: Smart, Sleek cats...
Secretary!Y/n:...
Aizawa:...
Baku*Who came to you for a dentist schedule update and is leaving*Oh my FUCKSAKE-just kiss already!?-
Aizawa & Secretary!Y/n*Both frown at him*LANGUAGE!-...*Both of you look at one another*
A couple minutes later...Aizawa is starring into space with his scarf covering his face...coming to the teacher's lounge and Vlad is there looking at him weirdly
Vlad: Man what is it? You are freaking me out-
Aizawa: I kissed Y/n...
Vlad*Starring at him in shock*...WOW-...I owe Hizashi so much money...
Prequel...to:
to be fair...Vlad didn't know Aizawa KNEW how to do that-
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❤︎ ⋆ ࣪ ˖ 𝒞𝐻ℰ𝑅𝑅𝒴-𝒫𝐼𝒞𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢!
𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ a little looksie into the castlevania men and their particular preferences . . . aka, the unavoidable “ass or tits” question!
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 800+ words of . . . ) multi!castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, isaac laforeze, hector forgemaster, count olrox, mizrak, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; missionary, doggy, mutual masturbation, thigh-fucking, bdsm (spanking), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ yes, i am being trivial and shallow because it’s fun & that’s a good enough reason! inspired by this post here; i just had to whip up something for our favorite wallachian men >.< please enjoy, and thanks for reading! 🎀
𝒜𝐿𝑈𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒟!
it’s far too obvious, i think; but he loves. him. some. boobies! adrian’s a tits man through and through, even if he’s got too much decorum to admit it. his actions say it all, though— he loves to lick them, knead them, tease your nipples with his teeth, rest his head between them, gently cup either one whenever he’s embracing you from behind . . . he’ll even motorboat them if he’s feeling naughtier than usual. now, that’s all out of pure habit. intimately, though? slotting his twitchy cock between your boobs is surely his favorite; and then there’s those times when he’s got you laid upon your back while he's situated between your spread legs, fucking into you from above. his cold palms lie at your waist, grip going tight whenever you squeeze around his pulsing dick, and his golden eyes are stuck your breasts like it’s all they’re good for. the way they bounce and jiggle with his pace is nothing short of mesmerizing. coming all over them in the end will make him lose his fucking head. whether it’s an unaddressed mommy kink or otherwise, he just can’t get enough of you (and the girls!) let him suck your titties and his entire day is made.
𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒱𝑂𝑅!
ass. completely, absolutely, undeniably, ass. he’ll smack it, eat it, grope it, anything. trevor pinches your butt whenever he wants a rise out of you, just to see how much you’ll blow up at him. (he finds it cute, sue him!) and, smacks at it whenever you’re feeding him an attitude. if he starts grabbing at it with rough palms, you already know what he wants; to fuck your shit up. unexpectedly, doggy’s the first and foremost position he’ll fold you into once you reach that bed! trevor curves over your arched frame, grinning at the ripple of your asscheeks against his pelvis. he’ll spit pure fucking venom into your ear while you take him. seals it off with coating your plump, pretty ass with his seed. the happiest man alive, he now is.
𝑅𝐼𝒞𝐻𝒯𝐸𝑅!
both! there are men out there who simply can’t bring themselves to choose, because both are far too precious; and richie’s one of them. how could you even expect him to pick? both parts of you are so soft, round, and feminine . . . if you allow him to get his hands on either, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. this belmont’s skilled with his hands, might i add; his breast massages make you slump into him whine for more, and spankings don’t even feel like a punishment with him. as long as he can kiss down your body, mark the canvas of your flesh, and caress anything you’ve got in a pair of two, rich’s all yours.
𝐼𝒮𝒜𝒜𝒞!
thighs! it isn’t necessarily a given option, but then again, this man isn't like the others. he loves the fullness of them, how warm to the touch they are whenever he rests a hand at your lap, and finds them to be the greatest pillow the entire world could offer. you stroking at his smooth scalp while he nudges his face into your thighs is his idea of paradise. speaking of, this man is king of thigh-fucking!!!! slots his cock in between the warmth od your inner thighs, urges you to keep them closed tight, and makes a mess of them by the time he’s done. his cum releases in streams, and spurts out to drip down your lap. but don’t worry, his tongue’s already out; as a gentleman, isaac always makes sure to clean up his messes.
𝐻𝐸𝒞𝒯𝒪ℛ!
tits! they’re perfectly squishy, which helps considering that he’s got loads of stress to rid himself of. one-finger less isn’t stopping him from giving the girls their much deserved attention! he’s slipping under your bra, brushing past your nipples, and kneading the mounds like he’s got nothing better to do. you know what’s his favorite thing to do with you and the girls? having you on your back with him kneeling above you, desperately tugging at his cock right before your face. you bring a hand down to swipe at your clit and match his pace; god, he swears you’re drooling. you suckle at his tip, and it’s enough stimulation to bring him to his peak. he’s then cumming all over your chest, some reaching your spit-streaked lips. has he ever mentioned how beautiful you look this way?
𝐵𝒪𝒩𝒰𝒮!
dracula simply adores thighs! a man of culture, this one is. as for olrox, he loves him some (man) titties. a nice, broad and firm chest is enough to put a smile on his face and a tent in his pants. then there’s mizrak, the ass-lover. grabbing it is his favorite past-time >.<
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MHA Heroes HC - How They'd React Bruises on Reader after a night.
Heroes x GN! Reader
Summary: Heroes reaction to bruises on reader after a night of sex.
Warnings: Light Mentions of past sex acts, Bruising on Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship
Characters: Endeavor (Enji Todoroki), Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata), Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa), Vlad King (Sekijiro Kan), Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)
Minors do not interact!
Endeavor (Enji Todoroki)
-Wouldn't notice until the morning, when you are still sleeping off the night's events.
-When he does notice them, he softly traces them; he kind of likes them, though he quickly changes his tune when you groan at the pain when you start to wake.
-You had bruises on your hips and thighs; some might have some surface burn as well, as Enji can get a little wild.
-Aftercare he takes very seriously. He makes sure you're comfortable in bed and gets you ice packs wrapped in a thin towel.
"Thank you," you say quietly, the pain lessened by the coolness. Enji hadn't apologized, but you didn't want him to because the night had been incredible and there was nothing you could ask him to do differently.
You did appreciate that he took the day off to cuddle you in bed, just in case the ice packs were too much. "I love you," he whispers into your shoulder skin as he lays his head. You place yours on top and say, "I love you too", His arm is wrapped softly around your waist so as not to disturb your nerves. Furthermore, you knew he was somewhat sorry for putting you in pain, but the imprint on your skin made his mind swirl with heat.
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Gang Orca (Kugo Sakamata)
-Would notice as he's getting ready for work and him taking care of you would wake you.
-Apologizing every minute as he places an ice packs on your hips and arm.
-Would ask if anything else hurts; if the answer is yes, he would melt into the floor with guilt, but after reassuring him you're not dying, you would both laugh it off.
-He would call off work against your wishes; he would take care of you the whole day, helping you to the bathroom, but you reminded him you weren't glass.
"How badly does it hurt, angel?" Kugo gently asks his hand to hold yours. You smiled and shook your head; you weren’t dying, but he made it seem so. "Kugo, it's fine." "It's not fine, Angelfish; I hurt you." His voice was filled with guilt. "Yes, but you didn't mean to." Trying to clam him was an easy task, but you placed your hand on his face, hoping to get him to drop it. "Okay, but let me know if you need anything," he says, snuggling closer to you. He pulled you gently close to him, having you lay on his chest and hear his now calm heartbeat.
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Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa)
-Would notice after he gets home from work and sees you walking funny.
-Asks if you're okay, and you show him his work on you, he goes into caring mode, asking if you’re okay and why didn't you tell him.
-After explaining yourself, he would have you sit down to rest, he would cook dinner, and have you resting up with blankets cuddling you.
-Going to bed, he would gently cuddle you, wondering if he should call into work tomorrow to get the day off, but you begged to have him decide in the morning.
His hand gently wraps around your shoulder to your back, not wanting to touch the bruises that mark your waist and thighs. "Tell me if anything hurts," he whispers, but all he gets from you is a quiet hum. You dig your head into his chest, hearing his soft heartbeat and breathing.
Through the night, you wake up to his phone ringing. Aizawa groans as he shifts, bumping into your thigh. You whine at the pain, causing him to jump up and say, "I'm sorry, where did I hurt you?" He says in a panic, "It's fine, just answer the phone." You grumble, though you're not upset at him, just at the ringing noise of the phone. He answers and gets up shortly after ending the call, and you watch with tired eyes as he's getting ready. "I'll be back in an hour, I love you, and don't move," he says, giving you a quick kiss and heading off, leaving you to fall back asleep in a now cold bed.
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Vlad King (Sekijiro Kan)
-Would notice getting ready for work; as soon as he sees the bruises that litter your hips and shoulders, he wakes you with cries of asking you if you're okay.
-Yes he was rough in bed, but he always made sure you were okay. Seeing this made him a puddle on the floor.
-As you wake, you have to reassure him you're okay, just sore, but before you can say you'll be fine while he's gone, he calls into work.
-He would make you breakfast, fluff up some pillows to make you comfortable, and run you a bath after you eat.
"Thank you, love," you say in a tired voice as you take the small table of food in your lap. "And I'll run you a warm bath after too," he says, sitting down next to you and having his own food. "Can you join me?" You ask, but his face says something other than excitement: "I'm afraid I'll hurt you, hon." His voice sounded like he was fighting back tears: "It's okay, you will make me feel better, please." He thinks it over for a minute and nods, going back to his breakfast.
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All Might (Toshinori Yagi) -Works for small & big
-Would see in the middle of the night coming back from the bathroom.
-He would lay back in bed but keep his distance, then call into work to get the day off. He's never done this before, so he's a bit scared.
-When you wake up, you notice the bruising on your hips and ribs. The pain would come every time you moved, but Toshinori was there to help and bring food.
-He would have helped you change into something decent as of last night had you not. A lot of apologies would have been given, but your words calmed them down.
Toshinori moved with panic as he took the empty plate from you. "Thank you, Toshi," you say warmly, but he just gave a small smile before his eyes went to your bruises. Noticing you cover them up with the blankets, you didn't mind his getting rough in bed; maybe you even liked it, but you hated how he looked at you like you were broken.
"Come sit" You say he's patting the bed; he slowly sits, but far from you. You painfully move closer to him, but he still keeps his distance. "Please come closer; I feel like I'm the plague," you say with a hurt laugh. He does gently put a hand on your thigh, letting you put your head on his shoulder and watch TV.
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Fat Gum (Taishiro Toyomitsu) -Works for big & small
-Would notice as he comes in with breakfast in bed for you, the covers are moved, letting him see them in the morning light.
-It covered your hips and back; he woke you gently, but he was about to cry seeing you groan in pain.
-Putting the table on your lap like he always does on his day off. He asks if you're okay and points to the bruises that you now notice.
-He would cuddle you up with blankets while you and him ate to enjoy your morning shows, though he would keep a close eye on you.
Eating your food, you would feel Taishiro's eyes on you; it made you squirm where you sat. Looking at him, he smiles at you as you take another bit of his food. "Is it that bad?" you ask with a worried look on your face, but he quickly turns into protective mode. "No, not at all. I just never thought I would go that hard on you." He sighs, you go soft, "I enjoyed last night, please; I don't want this to stop you." You reassure him, and he smiles, "It's not, sweetheart, but if you like it that way, then does tomorrow night sound good?" He flirts, you blush, and you give him a kiss.
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May I please request Vlad Tepes with a shy and sweet wife! reader who has social anxiety, and clings to his arms, and talks quietly when guests are around?
sorry if that's too specific!
Dracula x Shy!Reader
Your shyness was endearing to him.
It wasn't like that at first, but behind that shyness there was someone only he knew. His own little treasure.
When out and about he tended to talk first, but sometimes you think he's being unnecessarily harsh with the local humans, so you step up. Stammering your way around.
He feels a little bit bad for putting you on that spot. Humans can be annoying to him.
But be patient, he's trying.
It's not often Dracula has many vampires around, but it happens.
And in those moments you attempt to make yourself unseen, as small as you possibly can.
They all intimidate you.
Just once a vampire dared to be rude about your behavior, Dracula did not like that.
Let's just say it never happened again.
You may he shy, but you'll make your opinions known to hum.
Some vampires say you have him wrapped around his finger, never to his face of course.
But they aren't wrong either.
-Mod Medusa
#vlad dracula tepes x reader#castlevania netflix#castlevania imagines#castlevania x reader#dracula x reader#vlad dracula tepes#mod medusa
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