🔞 top y/n (vampire). bottom elias (hunter). mlm. foreplay. blowjob. teasing. edging. dirty talk. supernatural strength. fangs. light biting. cum play. rough sex. consensual smut. 🔞

⚠️ Minors DNI! ⚠️

The moon hung low over the abandoned cathedral, casting silvery light through shattered stained-glass windows. Elias, the seasoned vampire hunter, had tracked you here—his crossbow slung over his shoulder, stakes hidden in his leather coat. But tonight, the hunt had twisted into something far more primal. You'd disarmed him with a blur of speed, pinning him against the cold stone altar, your crimson eyes gleaming with hunger. Not for blood, though. Not entirely.

"You're mine now, hunter," you purred, your voice a velvet rumble that sent shivers down his spine. Elias's breath hitched, his muscular frame tense under your grip. He was built like a warrior—broad shoulders, scarred chest from years of battles—but in your immortal hands, he felt deliciously mortal. Your fangs grazed his earlobe as you leaned in, inhaling his scent: sweat, adrenaline, and that intoxicating pulse of arousal he couldn't hide.

Elias smirked despite himself, his hands fisting in your dark cloak. "Think you can tame me, bloodsucker?" But his words faltered as your cold fingers trailed down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. Foreplay was your specialty—drawing out the torment until he begged. You kissed along his jaw, nipping lightly without breaking skin, your tongue flicking over the vein in his neck. He groaned, hips bucking involuntarily as you pressed your thigh between his legs, feeling his hardness grow against you.

"Not so tough now," you teased, sliding your hand lower to palm him through his pants. Elias cursed under his breath, his head falling back against the stone as you stroked him firmly, thumb circling the tip through the fabric. You dropped to your knees then, the hunter towering over you but utterly at your mercy. With a wicked grin, you unzipped him, freeing his thick cock—already leaking pre-cum, veins pulsing like an invitation.

You started slow, your tongue tracing the underside from base to tip, savoring the salty taste. Elias's hands tangled in your hair, gripping tight as you swirled around the head, sucking lightly before pulling back to blow cool air over the wet skin. "Fuck, don't tease," he growled, but you loved making him squirm. Your hands roamed his thighs, nails digging in as you took him deeper, lips stretching around him. The foreplay built—hollowing your cheeks, bobbing slowly while one hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. The other slipped between his legs, fingers teasing his entrance, circling the rim without pushing in yet.

Elias was a mess above you, moans echoing off the cathedral walls. "God, your mouth... so fucking good." You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips thrust forward. You let him fuck your throat for a moment, gagging just enough to heighten the sensation, saliva dripping down your chin. But you pulled off with a pop, edging him mercilessly—licking stripes up his length, kissing the tip, then denying him release.

When he was trembling, pleading, you stood, shoving him onto the altar. Your own arousal strained against your pants as you stripped him fully, admiring his sweat-glistened body. "Ready for more?" you whispered, aligning yourself. With one smooth thrust, you buried deep inside him, his heat clenching around you. The rhythm was brutal—foreplay forgotten in the frenzy, your fangs scraping his shoulder as you pounded into him, one hand stroking his cock in time.

He came first, spilling over your fingers with a shout, and you followed, filling him as waves of pleasure crashed. In the haze, you licked the cum from your hand, sharing a filthy kiss.

No more hunting. Just eternal nights like this.

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Priest x Vampire.

I quite like the idea of two men who grew up together, in a very catholic-victorian esque time era, suffering repression of their sexuality. As they grow older, one only becomes more and more chaste - he struggles with his emotions, or it feels like his lack thereof. There's not a woman who catches his eye. Meanwhile, the other man feels like he's losing his mind. He can see it so clearly in their friendship. They're meant to be more, aren't they? But then he disappears.

Everyone assumes he's dead, eventually, and the man who was once his best friend becomes cold and lonely; he can't bring himself to marriage, maybe it's just his grief, but truly, there's still not a woman he loves, so a vow of celibacy and the duties of a friar suit him better.

The friar falls deeper into fanaticism without his old friend to ground him, and he climbs ranks, and builds something of a reputation. People find it enrapturing when he speaks. His only love is his faith (or rather, it was the only love he was ever allowed to express). His hair grows peppery and grey.

But that old friend of his didn't die all those years ago. It's complicated, but it led him down quite a comfortable road. He lives the life of something of a pirate, a vagabond, a plunderer, and more interestingly, a vampire. The night he disappeared was the night he turned, and he couldn't stay.

The church hated vampires, monsters, whatever his kind were. Always unholy, always unwelcome. He was Satan-spawn now, and soulless, and belonged in hell. And maybe he fell in with the wrong crowd, robbing and killing and drinking from the innocent, but if he was already evil, why did it matter?

In that way, he also becomes more comfortable with his sexuality; if existing is a great sin, then loving a man is child's play. Through the decades, he learns plenty about himself, and becomes increasingly more comfortable with the idea of being completely, utterly, morally repugnant by standards of the Church, and even by standards at large.

Some of it's good for him, but some of it is definitely morally dubious, to say the least.

All of that to say, someday, the friar finds himself in the midst of an awful raid - a group of monsters are helping themselves to the church's wealth, and there's nothing he can do but hide and pray. He hears footsteps prowling about the corner, and he begs his god more.

But then he sees him - that old face, those eyes, unmistakable, even when blood red, and the friar calls out a name the vampire hasn't heard in decades.

Mines were Reiji 💜

And Yuma 🧡

You and your pretty smile that's all he thinks about, you and your stuttering and fidgeting that's all that's on his mind. You walking within his castle gliding through his hallways with such warmth to his cold soul and heart. Your warmth that you bring, Alucard wants to bask in it.

"Let me do this please Mr. Alucard, I insist." you're helping him around the castle, you and the cold man are now considered "friends".....Deep down Adrien knows his impure thoughts will soon relinquish from his head, Did you really have to wear those pretty dresses around like that? "Its quite alright Miss" he puts the books on the top shelf~ "Nonsense, you're so kind to me, I must and you'll let me" you say with an impetuous look on your face--"Stubborn" he thinks.

The books fall on your head causing you to stumble back into his arms, You groan "I know you're the son of Dracula but hell could he have been a bit more organized" you chuckle. You're warmth touched him again feeling lightheaded, instantly catching you in his arms, pupils dilated and fangs erect~ "yes I agree" huskiness clouds his voice, Your smile falters as you look at his features "Remarkable."

"I should go" he says......your words stop him, "Alucard wait!!" scurrying to the blonde beauty "must you always go away when your fangs come out, tell me more about yourself, you always limit your words with me"

"Then we will walk together" you stated as he hushes, you both glide with the same pace~ silence takes over through the dimmed lights in the hallway out of the library ...... damn those plump full tits of yours??? Good, God, Almighty, Indeed~ each step bouncing those jugs, Like yeah maybe you can help him~

He's thinking of those thick thighs~ oh gosh those thighs rubbing together under that dress of yours- maybe he can help rub them to- "The architecture is insane, Immaculate measurements, its such a beautiful sight for my eyes" you compliment breaking him out of his thoughts~ he nods.

Wide hips, sultry with each leg when you walk you sure were a whole lot of woman~ but how deep could you arch your lower back? he wonders, those areoles, those nipples are they sensitive too? That cunt is she always slick? he can definitely make that happen all the time if you would let him, Get in that pretty mind of yours-..consume your thoughts and overwhelm you on sight, maybe even suck some blood from that pretty neck~ yeah he'd show you what your missing, Posses you, fuck your mind numb so you can only think of him and his desire for you, Oh he wonders~ his black calfskin trousers are tightening from his most Divine desire "fuck" he mutters- "hmm?" "Nothing".

This is to add to this writing I did last year so its here for the context before but I will go into more depth.

Carlisle with a jealous mate

Request: Yes or No

You got jealous very easily

At first, Carlisle found it endearing

But then he quickly realized that your behaviour was borderline obsessive

You never got jealous of the other Cullens, just humans

They didn't respect the fact that he was yours

You knew of the widows, wives, husbands, and even teenagers who threw themselves at your husband

It irked you

And made you feel insecure

Jasper often had to lift your mood

Carlisle didn't know until Esme finally told him

He felt bad

He was your bloodsinger and husband

You were very closed up about your past and who turned you

Edward eventually told Carlisle

He learned that your ex had been unfaithful multiple times and mentally abusive

You were annoyed with Esme and Edward at first but you knew they did it because they loved you

"My dearest, how long have you been feeling this way?"

"Since we met." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Carlisle tilted your head up and leaned down to kiss you.

"I will never betray or hurt you, my love." He promised.

The next day, you brought him lunch and overheard him talking about you two renewing your vows to anyone who lended an ear.

Lots of people left disappointed that day

You were thrilled and your confidence rose

Eventually, Carlisle coworkers stopped being scared of you because he became more upbeat and friendly.

It helped everyone.

Request: Yes or No

New school, new life, new people, new blood, new victims. (Y/N) could already smell all the different blood types. Some smelled grossed because they tainted their blood with drugs or too much medication.

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) turned his head, looking at the blonde. Soft, innocent, and sweet looking. A perfect girl. He offered a smile.

"Yes?" He questioned.

"Are you (Y/N) Kane?" She asked, eyes studying him.

"The one and only." (Y/N) replied, eyes looking over her attire. Soft pink sweater, a jean skirt, and flats with her hair in a ponytail. He gave her a cocky smile, watching her cheeks and ears turn a light red.

"I'm Betty Cooper. I'm supposed to show you around." She said, smiling. (Y/N) hummed.

"Guess I'm lucky." Her brows lifted slightly.

"How come?"

"Cause you're absolutely stunning." (Y/N) complimented her smoothly, turning his attention onto his schedule. He could feel her heartbeat start to pick up.

"I- I- Uh-.." Betty took a moment to collect herself before continuing, "What's your first period?" She asked. (Y/N) chuckled, showing her and following her down the hall. Betty did a nice job of showing him around, explaining some of the history, not that it mattered to (Y/N) but it was still a nice touch.

"Ooh, Betty, who's the snack?" Another attractive girl asked.

"Veronica, this is (Y/N), he's new here." The two shook hands. Definitely a rich girl, confident, flirty, and headstrong. Harder to feed on but eaiser to get in bed. (Y/N) flashed a smile.

"I've been in your shoes before. Where are you coming from?"

"Seattle." (Y/N) replied. A simple lie that they believed.

"Wow, across the country? Must've been hard to leave your friends behind." Veronica frowned.

"Didn't have many friends. I had a bit of a... Reputation. I hope I can change that here, in Riverdale." Veronica's eyes softened. Noted. (Y/N) cleared his throat.

"Let me stop boring you with my sob story." He chuckled, keeping a distant look in his eyes. Both of the girls noticed. Humans. So easy to trick.

"Riverdale welcomes you with open arms." Betty placed a hand on his arm. Veronica glanced at her hand. (Y/N) smiled.

"That's sweet of you, Cooper." (Y/N) said, hearing the bell.

"I should get going, wish me luck." (Y/N) nodded to them both before walking away.

(Y/N) listened to the story Reggie was telling him. Humans and their desperate need to fit in. His gaze shifted over to Betty and Veronica. Betty turned her head, seeing him and waving. (Y/N) smiled, returning the wave.

"You going after Cooper?" Reggie asked.

"I don't know." (Y/N) shrugged, taking his keys out of his pocket. He walked over to his car, unlocking it and getting in. He casted a glance over at the girls, turning on his car. (Y/N) drove out of the parking lot. Riverdale was gonna be lots of fun. (Y/N) answered the phone.

"What's up, little cousin?"