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D’s SFW alphabet

Warnings: none, just wholesome fluff

Fandom: Vampire Hunter D

Characters: Character x GN reader

Note: There it is, the fluff version. I did my best to stay true to D’s character but also develop his character a bit more. Personally, I liked writing this more then nsfw one.

Enjoy

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Physical touch is something that can go either way for D. He struggles with trust, and because of that physical touch is something that is hard for him to get used to. Once he opens up to it, however, it is a great way for him to feel comforted and loved. A great way to show him love is to reach out, literally, to him. He tends to live too much inside his head and he needs someone to pull him back to reality.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

D is someone who deeply values sincerity and realness in relationships. Therefore, being friends with him means that you will be getting to know him for a long time before he considers you a real friend. He likes to listen to his friends’ passions,  interests and beliefs. Connecting with other people through intimate conversations about meaningful ideas and philosophies brings him great pleasure. Once the vampire hunter knows he can trust someone completely, he finds it incredibly fulfilling to share his innermost thoughts and feelings with them.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As we know, D is a bit of an enigma, and that doesn’t include just his backstory. He’s never had no real sense of kinship and can’t remember the last time he’d ever indulged in cuddles. Realistically, he’ll see it as a means for his travelling partner to stay warm in a cold environment but when it comes to cuddles as a means of pleasure instead of practicality, he’s confused. It’s not until you wrap your arms around his torso and press a kiss under his jaw that he melts and succumbs to the warmth of cuddles. He’s not sure where to put his hands or whether or not to sit or stand at first

you would have to guide him and reassure him that he’s doing a good job. For someone so solemn, he may need a bit of encouragement to know that it’s alright for him to not know how this stuff works. Once he figures it out, cuddling becomes like a lifeline to him. He’s very polite about it as well. He’ll always ask for permission to hold his partner. His favourite times spent with his partner are mostly silent cuddles. Whether it’s having them in his lap while he presses small kisses to their face and plays with their hair, or laying his face in their lap while he is being caressed. If you cup his face he’ll completely melt and be a pile of Dhampir putty in your hands, he almost won’t know what to do because such simple, sweet actions have such a strong effect on him. D likes kissing your wrist. He likes holding your hand over his heart and the other one slung over your back to support you. For someone to be able to hold him as if he was so delicate that he would break with the wrong movements struck a chord within his heart. For so long he’s been alone and destined to pursue what seems like a neverending goal. But within your arms he always finds peace, tranquillity and love, and whether you want to hold him or be held yourself, he’ll always indulge you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

From a small snippets in the book we can see that D is quite skilled at various chores around a house. He definitely strikes one as a domestic type and if he didn’t become a hunter, he would perhaps take on farming or live in the countryside. With the life he has, there is very little comfort or domesticity to be had, but If he had a partner that lives such life he would always come back to them after a period of travels. He would help around the house as much as he could, enjoying simple activities and memories they share together. As much as D would be prone to various chores, cooking isn’t one of them. It’s actually one of the few things that the hunter is bad at, either because he never had to learn how to cook since he does not require human food, or by the lack of talent. Since he’s not used to being bad at something, he’d be very flustered and pouty.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

D would have no qualms about marrying the person he loves. He sees it as a next natural step in their relationship. Once he even considers he wants to be in a romantic relationship with someone, it’s already a big commitment to him. He knows that their lifespans are vastly different but he wants to spend a lifetime with them regardless if it’s just their lifetime. In a sense, this is a big step for him in a way that he came to peace with his heritage as well as being this close with a human.

D would prefer a smaller ceremony. There wouldn’t be many people to attend in the first place, unless it’s your family. Also, he’d want those tasteful black-themed weddings. With you being the only one wearing something light colored to make sure you stand out all the time, like a single star shining in the darkness.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Average bystander would definitely not peg the hunter for a physical type. If anything, they should rather keep their distance to preserve their own safety. Except his partner, of course. With his s/o D is as soft as he can be. Then again he is careful with every human civilian. But with his partner, there is an extra ounce of adoration added to it. He always touches you in some way whenever you two are alone. Either by linking your fingers together, pressing his knee to your when you’re sitting next to each other, or resting his chin against your head. In public, he is much more reserved with his affections. An unknowing bystander would consider you two nothing more than casual acquaintances just by looking at you. This is very much intentional, as D does not want to indicate your closeness to potential enemies. He is acutely aware at all times how vulnerable you are just by being associated with him. However, even he slips sometimes, and one can guess your relationship by adoring glances he sends your way. His occupation and past does not leave much space for gentleness, but he tries so, so much. He is absolutely weak for his partner being gentle with him. He was confused at first, since he was not used to being treated so carefully. He gets used to it after a while and maybe becomes a bit attention seeker when it comes to his partner. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is not ready for you to smother him with love and affection. To coddle him so lovingly as if he was the most precious thing in the world. Poor man freezes on the spot not knowing what to do or where to put his hands. So he just stands there, letting all the mushiness soak in. Once you let go he immediately wants you back in his arms, surprising himself at his eagerness. He needs some time to get used to this and adjust, he learns how to reciprocate in time. Cup his face between your hands and hold him like a little puppy. He’ll look so adorable with his flustered and pleasantly surprised face. He does that thing when a character is touched like this for the first time, looks shocked at first and then leans their face into your hands, even taking those hands in his own as he keeps them in place as he revels in your touch. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He may never phrase those words to his partner. He would go to Hell and back, slashing through countless monsters, even the Great Ancestor himself or offering his own beating heart on a silver platter before he would openly proclaim his love for his partner. However, in the smallest of actions, he shows everyday how much he loves them. Whether it’s by standing between them and a busy street while they are walking through a city, knowing every single one of their likes and dislikes, or simply seeking their presence in moments of distress.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Even the infamous vampire hunter finds himself in the clutches of jealousy. There are moments when he harbours feelings of inadequacy.  Sometimes he sees you interact with others, men, women, and he sees how much better they are in communicating and expressing themselves to you and vice versa. He sees the synergy they share with their friends and wonders if, maybe, they would not rather be with them than him. He will not let these feelings show, but Lefty knows and for once does not mock him, rather tries to console him. But sometimes even the parasite cannot bring the Dhampir from the dark corners of his mind and that’s when the vampire hunter usually becomes even more quiet than usual, often retreating to sulk…ahem…brood by himself. When his partner asks him about his, for their dynamic, unusual behaviour he is quiet at first before saying some cutting and dismissive remarks, a behaviour too unusual for the always-cool-headed young man.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

D’s kisses are like a flower petal slowly falling onto the water surface. Slow, tentative, gentle. He is so careful, perhaps even unsure. Tentatively brushing his lips against yours, gently holding your face close to his, a thumb brushing against the bottom lip. He presses a few careful kisses on your lips, getting more addicted to the taste of you as the time passes. As his kisses are getting deeper he sneaks an arm around your waist and buries his hand in your hair. 

When you kiss him, it always catches him off guard, even if it happened many times before.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

It is demonstrated many times in the book and the comics that D is very fond of children. One can even say that he prefers their company over the company of adults. Simply because of their innocence and simple minds, which makes them easier to understand than the grown ups. Also with the additional bonus of them not lusting after him senselessly. He is a bit of a mother hen when it comes to children, the again he is that way to his friends and partner as well in some regards. D is a certified mom of the group, it is a fact, for I said so.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Before he met you, he usually got up early and went on about his day. This scenario repeated for some after he got into a relationship as well. After his partner woke up way too many times alone in a cold bed, they expressed their wish for him to remain in bed with them for a bit longer. He is awkward at first, looking at the ceiling, hands on his stomach. Until his partner snuggles closer to him, taking his arms and wrapping them around themselves. As he presses himself closer to them, D can feel his eyes slowly closing as he drifts into sleep once more. From then on, sleeping in with his s/o becomes one his favourite things.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most of the time, he straight up refuses to sleep. “go to sleep,” he says, “I will guard you.” Except he says that in the most tired voice you’ve ever heard. It will take a while to convince him to rest, but eventually, he gives in. Most of the time, the two of you don’t sleep in comfortable bed, but somewhere in the wild. Therefore, he always offers his arm or chest as a pillow and his cape as a blanket of sorts. He doesn’t care if he falls asleep, he prioritises your comfort over his. It takes him a while to fall asleep. Many thoughts are swirling in his head and he is in constant alert for any danger. You need to tug him closer and remind him that he needs to rest. But even if does fall asleep at the end, if there is so much as a rustle of some monster or even a vampire within 30 miles away, he’d be already cutting the thing down to pieces with his sword. All this as quietly as possible to not disturb your peaceful slumber. When you do find yourselves sleeping inn bed on rare occasions, he often finds himself  looking at your face and running his fingers or knuckles across your cheeks and murmuring sweet nothings that he does not dare to say while you’re awake. D will never admit it but once the two of you fell asleep and he’d woken up in the middle of the night only to find out that you’ve been spooning him. He liked it far more than he likes to admit. In the beginning, D is not used to sleep with someone else, especially if it’s the same bed. The boy will be stiff as a board, lying there body straight and arms on stomach like a corpse, or, well, vampire sleeping in the coffin. Eventually, after some time, sleeping together will become something he looks forward to every evening. The warmth you’re radiating, the softness of your skin, your quiet calm breathing - he smiles at the mere thought of it. As written above, at the beginning, he sleeps like a literal vampire, straight spine, arms crossed over chest, the whole thing. Right after he gets used to someone else sleeping beside him, he subconsciously relaxes his sleeping position and his body starts to lean closer and closer to you until one night he’d woken up and found out the two of you were all cuddled up together. He felt so embarrassed and tried to put some space between you two but to no avail. You were so thoroughly tangled up that it would be impossible to break free, lest he’d wake you. So he just gave up, closed his eyes again and tried to ignore how you snuggled to his chest, but the fluttering of his heart betrayed him anyway. The half-human Adonis, as described by Kikuchi himself, has ridiculous bedhair. When you first saw it, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, while very sleepy dhampir boy blinked at you

in confusion. D has to have you in his arms, whenever he’s the one keeping watch at night. One arm wrapped around while the other rests on the hilt of his sword. Whenever you have a nightmare, he presses his face to your hair while softly whispering to you to wake up, so he can lull you back to sleep once you’ve calmed down. There has been more than one time he scared off a monster with his infamous intense glare, because you were sleeping so peacefully in his arms and he did not want to rouse you. Also, he did not want to let go of you all warm and snuggled up against him, but he used the first part as an excuse. Once he’s sure you’re sound asleep he hums to you songs his mother sang to him. Loves to rest his head in your lap, sometimes he will fall asleep because he’s just so comfy. He pretends as if he did not just take a nap, even tells you that he was just resting his eyes and will playfully argue about it with you. Hold his hand. There are few things that make him as happy as waking up in bed with your fingers intertwined with his.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

The day vampire hunter D would reveal a single thing about himself either his past or his personality is the day the hell freezes over. But seriously now, once you write about D as someone who does possess certain traits, quirks and flaws you swerved with your fic off of the canon highway for good. Which is a good thing, considering that all of VHD adoring fans are better at writing him as an interesting and engaging character than the original author. 

That’s enough of the rant. It is not impossible for D to open up and even tell a little tidbits about himself, but do not expect anything big. Trying to get to know him would be like trying to unscrew a very rusty nut from a screw - difficult, but possible. Even in canon, if a character engaged with D long enough and treated him somewhat nicely, he started to talk more and tell them various things, about the world, vampires etc., not about him though. I think he is the kind of person who by talking about something else, gives you hints about himself. It’s like a child who is very shy so they talk through their imaginary friend or favourite toy. Once you know him long enough, you start to discern those hints. D is not used to giving away information about him for several reasons: his past, his occupation and his nature are all factors that prevent him from forming any lasting connections with other people. Be patient with him, he may be stubborn and gruff but he does have a desire for a trustworthy companion, someone he can confide in. There will be things he’ll never be able to talk about, but then again, aren’t we all? You’ll have to respect that. He realises he is not the easiest person to be with and appreciates the effort you put into your relationship. Do not judge him, for there are reasons he does some things the way he does.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Oh, our unmoving statue of a dhampir does get impatient, do not be mistaken. Whether it’s Lefty who does not shut his mouth, or a vampire that keeps giving him a hard time, or a villagers who do not cooperate. D gets this dangerous glimmer in his eyes and lets some of his dark aura slip out.

With his s/o he is patience incarnate, well, almost. Before you two became a thing, he was actually more impatient with you than anyone else. Always waiting for you to keep up with him, asking him pesky questions and sticking your nose into his business and making him feel things he does not understand, nor does he have a need for. He does not have much social skills, bless him. When he confronts his feelings and acknowledges your relationship, the switch completely flips and he treats you with utmost patience. You need an extra hour to get ready for the day? Alright. You want that specific thing from across the continent? Just give him a few days. You got in trouble with locals or provoked some monster? He’ll take care of it right away.

This is obviously an exaggeration, but honestly this man has all the patience in the world for you. It is actually one of the few tell-tales of your relationship. The stark difference between how he treats you versus how he treats anyone else is palpable. The transformation he undergoes from when he is looming threateningly over some suspicious person to an (U W U) softie could give one a whiplash.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

If it happened yesterday or 30 years ago, D will remember every single moment. The hunter’s acute senses allows him to discern every single bit of information about his environment in a span of a single second. This awareness doubles tenfold when it comes to his loved one. He could recognize your heartbeat in a crowd of a million. Your scent is engraved to his memory for all eternity. Even after millenia passess and his lover is long gone, the way of them, the feeling of them stays with him forever.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Your eyes always find each other no matter how crowded the room is. You gush about him to others when you think he’s not here or that he’s not listening. Once you compared your hands sizes and he thought it was very sweet and cute. Watching the afternoon sun playing with your features. You put things out of his hair or push them away from his face. Making a little cup out of both of your hands and holding his face while his expression goes from surprised to content to sleepy.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

D’s protectiveness of his s/o is one of the things that often hurts their relationship. He may be a little standoffish and harsh when it comes to his s/o his safety. He does this to keep you safe, but he is so callous about it. Not showing his affection in public to not let anyone know you’re his weakness. Leaving you in the town while he is off hunting to not have you hurt or worry about him. Or ordering you around to ensure you won’t get accidentally in trouble like going somewhere you shouldn’t or talking to someone dangerous. Oftentimes his protectiveness gets out of hand. His partner needs to be assertive and remind him that his behaviour is getting out of hand.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

D is a bit rusty when it comes to these things but he does his best. Since he never pursued anyone romantically or even platonically he is unsure as to what he should do with his partner in their time together. Sometimes he forgets that between all that travelling and adventuring you two need some special time together. He needs to be reminded how to have fun and relax. He’ll take you places that he assumes are aesthetically nice or places he saw humans to gather and have fun. Sometimes he is right, sometimes he is not. But it’s always fun to watch him fumble and fail at romance. When it comes to gift giving, subtle hints won’t work. Not that he does not notice the longing glances you send a certain thing or suggestions you give him, but he wants you to be straight with him, he is a bit of an ass like that. Celebrations such as anniversaries or couple holidays do not make sense to him and he does not see the point in them. But if it matters to his partner he will learn about the customs of such celebrations and fulfil his duty as their partner.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Perhaps correctly, D has a bit of a superiority complex. He is on a different level than everyone around him, be it humans or vampires. He thinks his way is the right way. He’s able to make great sacrifices and walk over corpses, so to say, to achieve his goal. Something he might have inherited from his daddy. Often treats others feelings with little care. Despite living for centuries and travelling the world, he might be out of touch with the real world. The life he lives is very secluded and atypical, so D’s surprised when something he thought was normal or current was true a hundred years ago. Gives his partner a silent treatment when they do something he doesn’T agree with. Disregards his health and physical well-being. Cuts himself off from his emotions, which often results in him making unfair judgements of emotionally expressive people. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

D is aware of his appearance and the effect it has on people. He acknowledges his good looks but does not act upon this fact, so this can’t be called vanity in a right sense. However, if he meets someone who is not affected by his appearance it would surprise him a great deal. He got used to women fawning over him and men feeling threatened by him, so when he encounters a person who is thoroughly unaffected by that, it baffles him. Even better, if this would be a person he happens to be interested in.

Picture this: he’s used to being showered with infatuation and lust, something he never felt himself and was either uncomfortable or uncaring when confronted with these feelings. Now the tables have turned, and he is the one pining for someone. He doesn’t have any experience with seduction so the Dumb Dhampir thinks all he needs to do is to just - be there - and they throw themselves at him and save him the effort ans struggle of pursuing someone. 

Not one of his best plans, he knows, but he is lost and would rather chew his hand off before asking someone for advice. So he does…exist in your general proximity and…that’s it. And he is waiting for you to seduce him…and waiting…and waiting. Imagine a manga character that is pictured as this divine presence on earth whom everyone in school worships. They walk up to the main character and give them their signature charming smile while so-called ‘pheromones’ radiate off of them. And the MC just ignores them and is oblivious to their advances. Once he realises his crush wouldn’t be doing any seducing anytime soon he literally deflates. He sulks and broods about how unloved he is by his beloved, how he’ll always be alone etc. in true melodramatic vampire fashion. All he needs is Lefty to talk some sense into him and explain to him that to win someone’s affections he actually has to try to appeal to them. D is shocked, aghast, terrified even by the prospect of having to court someone to gain their affection. No, no, no, Mr. D. We’ve all been there and had to go through this. You will not escape this just because you happen to be gorgeous.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Despite his protectiveness, a part of D knows that he’ll lose you eventually. Be it by the hands of a disaster or an old age. He believes that once that time comes, he’ll be prepared to move on with his life. Which is true, partially. Anyone who ever lost a loved one knows that you’ll never be completely prepared and you’ll never fully move on. But for the most part he manages. He’d live the same way he lived before he met you with the small difference of a fully bloomed heart still holding the remains of your love. If you had any wishes or dreams or principles he’ll hold on to them to honour your memory and also to keep at least some bits of you with him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He blinked. Once. Last week.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

D is a solid sleeper but it’s easy to wake him up. He has very sharp instincts and can sense danger even in his sleep. One time when you were sleeping in the wild he woke to the literal Night Cloud hovering over you two. He nearly split the nearest tree in two from fear that something will happen to you. If he sleeps on his own he stares at the ceiling sorting his thoughts until he completely tires himself out and falls asleep. With you, however, he’ll fall asleep almost immediately and stay asleep much longer. At first he wasn’t very fond of the idea of spooning knowing that he’ll probably get up often during the night. But once you’ve placed your head on his chest and wrapped your hands around him he was a goner. Big spoon, little spoon, it doesn’t matter to him as long as he can rest beside you and bury his face in the crook of your neck. He’s guaranteed to fall asleep in a matter of seconds if you run your fingers through his raven locks. He lets out quiet, deep hums  akin to purr as you lightly scratch his scalp and unconsciously kneads your legs or hips like an overgrown house cat. D does not snore, as a matter of fact, he barely lets out any sounds when he’s asleep. His chest barely rises and his breath is almost nonexistent. Sometimes, you press your face to his chest to assure yourself his heart is beating only to hear a single thump in a minute. D’s body temperature is lower than that of a normal person so he’ll steal your heat. He’s that partner that will press their cold feet or palms onto your bare skin so you can freak about it the whole night.

5.0 pookies ~

Here's a art dump of all the doodles I've done of my xenomorph sona, cupid!!! I love him sm, he's pink 💗

could you ever try writing a poly between 3 vampires and male reader? like, reader is a painter and the vampires ask him to paint them something while in their house, and is just.. evolves. sorry if it doesn't make sense

Love Bites

Poly!Vampires x Male!Painter!Reader

CW: implied kidnapping, murder, implied vampirism

holy shit this is like one of the chillest fics ive made so far :0 anyways enjoy the funny vampire men !!

🌙 You always had a knack for finding beauty in everything, from the calming dance of raindrops amongst the smell of petrichor or the lovely reds and oranges of the fall when the leaves withered.

🌙 It was very handy considering what you did for fun.

🌙 You loved to paint, anything and everything you saw was inspiration for you. After a long day of delivering bread and pastries to the people in your village from your bakery, you would run up to your room and continue on the latest masterpiece you were working on.

🌙 Everyone in the village loved your work, many of them paying you for a painting of their own.

🌙 Life was simple and calm, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

🌙 But life decided fuck that bullshit.

🌙 Rumors and whispers filled the streets of the town, it wasn't like the usual talk like someone's daughter getting married or the like, it was much more...unusual.

🌙 News spread from neighboring towns of coffins being found unearthed and opened, shadowy figures roaming around in the late hours of the night, and bodies being found in the morning, drained from their blood.

🌙 It was a terrifying thought, but you didn't dwell upon it, you weren't the type to believe such rumors so easily, and yet a feeling of uneasiness lingered within your soul.

🌙 Your town was no longer the vibrant, happy place it once was before. Windows that once had lovely flowers and laundry lines hung on them were shut day and night, the busy streets you once traversed were covered in a gloomy fog. It really was like an evil has brought itself to your home.

🌙 Or should I say evils?

🌙 In the midst of all the tension, 3 men came to your town. Eccentric was an understatement when describing them, it was like the horrors and whispers of death and murder didn't faze them a bit.

🌙 Even so, you were happy to see something other than terrified faces and panicked expressions.

🌙 You greeted them politely during a cloudy day and noticed how covered they were. One had a large hat on, the other draped in a black cloak and the last holding a parasol that shrouded him in darkness.

🌙 "Good afternoon to you too, me and my friends here are just visiting this quaint little village, how uhm...calm..it is here..hah.."

🌙 The cloaked one chuckled whilst looking to the empty streets.

🌙 "My, my! Aren't you that famous painter I've been hearing about! I'd love to get a painting done from you, but it seems everyone here is quite busy with other things.." says the one in the hat.

🌙 "Oh no! I'd love to paint for you! Come, let's talk more in my bakery. Painting is more of a secondary job for me." You guide the men to your home as you hear the cawing of crows overhead.

🌙 Days pass and you grow closer to the men. You learned that their names were Viktor, Garrick and Silas.

🌙 Viktor had long, silky hair the color of raven's feathers. His eyes shone like two rubies in the dim light of the lanterns you lit around the house. He wore a black cape which hid a wine-red vest.

🌙 He was a gentleman and had a love for poetry. He would recite his favorites to you as you painted next to him. One interesting thing you learned was that he's scared of mice. 'Dreadful things' he calls them, you found it quite adorable once when you two were talking and he suddenly squealed and pulled his feet up at the sight of a small mouse crawling passed your floors. His face, although still as pale as the moon, turned into a light red.

🌙 Garrick had messy, dark hair. His fingers were always adorned with golden rings, and he wore a somewhat stained white, ruffled shirt, you can't tell what it's stained with though. His eyes were a deep purple, one of them covered by his locks. He was unusually flirtatious with you. You joked how he should be courting women, not a baker's son such as yourself, but he whined and cooed how irresistible you were to him, why wouldn't he be interested in a boy like you!

🌙 Silas is a bit darker skinned than the others, who were unusually pale. he had round black glasses and silver hair under a dark hat. Over his shoulders draped a coat, you weren't able to decipher what he kept under it, only that they were vials of strange substances. His eyes were the color of amber, like the hues of leaves that fell in the autumn. Rather shy, he was, always looking away from your eyes whenever he talked with you. He had an interest in flowers, always handing you one whenever he visited for inspiration purposes of course...

🌙 You wouldn't notice it at first, but they've gotten quite a liking to you, protective even. They would always check up on you, if you've been eating, who you've talked to today, things like that.

🌙 It was only until they scared off a young lady for making small talk with you that you started to notice something was off about them.

🌙 When you heard the next day her body was found dead with bite marks on her neck and drained of her blood, you started to worry.

🌙 You started avoided them after that, making excuses to not invite them over to your bakery, walking the other way the moment you see them down the street. They noticed your strange behavior towards them and knew something was wrong with you.

🌙 They didn't buy your silly act at all...

🌙 "You just had to leave the body there, didn't you?!"

🌙 "What? It's fun seeing them all scared and panicky!"

🌙 "Hahah yes but uhm...there's no food out anymore..."

🌙 You heard their voices by your door during the late hours of the night. The feeling that your new friends were not what they seem festered in your mind, but your kind nature overrode your fear and you opened your door.

🌙 "Hey! It's dangerous out there! Do you want to be gutted or something?"

🌙 The 3 of them were walking along the moonlit streets when they heard your voice.

🌙 "A-Ah! Yes! Uhm...of course, excuse us, we just came back from uh..."

🌙 "A pub-"

🌙 "A pub! Yes! And we've somehow lost our way! Could you, by chance, let us stay the night? Our inn is particularly far you see.."

🌙 You unlocked your door and let the 3 gentlemen in, going to the kitchen to warm up some bread and tea for them.

🌙 "Make yourselves at home! Apologies for the mess, I been really busy lately..." you say sweetly. Viktor nods with a smile and they all sit down, whispering softly amongst one another.

🌙 As you wait for the tea to warm, you get a good look at the 3 men.

🌙 Pale skin, pointed ears, not to mention their eyes, they have to be. You had to stop yourself from gasping when Garrick laughed, revealing his sharp fangs. Fear bubbled in your stomach once more until you heard the whistle of your kettle.

🌙 After giving them their tea, you feigned a yawn and told them you were off to bed, giving directions to the spare quarters before going in your room and waiting by your door for any sounds, grabbing a broken paintbrush you accidentally snapped, a makeshift wooden stake..

🌙 You then hear the men climbing the stairs, a conversation being exchanged between them.

🌙 "Shame we must drink from him now, he was such a darling though.."

🌙 "Oh, but I believe I'm quite well off with those wonderful treats he offered us. It's a mystery how someone as wonderful as him isn' married yet..."

🌙 "Unfortunate as it is, I don't think it would be in our best interest if the boy lives.."

🌙 Your heart pounded faster as you heard them talk about you. Your hunch was true, these men are the demons that have ravaged your town. You scrambled to your bed as you hear them walk to your room.

🌙 Your door creaks open as you grip your blanket tight. Footsteps approach you as you feel a dip in the bed.

🌙 "I can hear your cute little heartbeat darling~ I know you're awake~" You hear Viktor purr, tears start to well up in your eyes as they open.

🌙 A hand caresses your cheek and brushes your hair away from your face. You brace yourself as you feel Viktor's cold breath near your neck. You dare not move lest the beast lying next to you devour you whole.

🌙 "Do we have to Viktor?" You hear Silas say in a sorrowful tone.

🌙 "I'm with Silas with this one, why can't we just..I don't know, bring him with us?"

🌙 Viktor pulls back as he pauses for a moment. You could hear the smirk on his face when he chuckles. "Actually, that's not a bad idea Garrick.."

🌙 The next morning, the townspeople saw that your front door was wide open, a window or two was broken and paintings that hung on every wall was gone. There was no sign of you. The only thing that remained was a stain of blood on your bed and claw marks on the walls of your bedroom...

oOOoOooooOo cliffhanger or whatever :00000 part 2 soon !! sorry this one took so long, i had a hard time with the story and such..

And as usual, gay men doodles <3

Would you write male yautja x fem reader where she practices witchcraft?

I feel like your yautja would fall into practice with you fairly easily.

After all, yautja have their own rituals and customs and are a polytheistic culture too.

Give! Him! Rocks!! Give him many shiny rocks he will love them. Tell them what they represent.

Personally I think hed go well with some black tourmaline, brown tigers eye, bloodstone, or amethyst.

Absolutely will join you for any sort of ritual/ceremony you do. Obediently does as you ask the entire time, even if it's just "sit there quietly while I do this".

Talk to him about what deities you work with (if you work with any). He'll love telling you about Paya and Cetanu (plus other gods).

Kinda depends on what sort of witchcraft is your specialty tbh. A couple examples:

Cooking magic? He's down. Mostly because free food.

Nature magic? Also down. He's out in the wilderness enough, it's an easy thing for him to grasp.

He'll probably try to blend some of your beliefs/practices/rituals/behaviors with his own.

Giving a thanks to nature after a kill. Paying attention to moon phases for more reasons than just light levels. Conducting special fire rituals before a hunt.

You rub off on him quite a bit. Honestly you may even notice other yautja around him adopting the same behaviors.

Loves Samhain and Mabon. Good smells, good food, attention to life and death.

MONSTER MANIA

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a/n — todays philia is; teratophilia

sexual attraction to either monsters or to deformed people.

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in our case, it’s monsters.

warnings — monster fucking, slight belly bulge, cockwarming, language, size kink, breeding kink, slight exhibitionism, over stimulation, forced marriage of sorts, angst (?) and kidnapping.

goblin smut

ghost smut

wendigo smut

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For as long as you can remember, you had always been attracted to the forbidden. Whenever your parents had told you not to do this, or had strictly forebode you to do that— you ended up doing it. It excited you and made your heart pound and somersault.

You didn’t really get along with your parents, they’d told you constantly that your birth wasn’t out of love, but out of duty to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience and the moment they could get rid of you, they would. So obviously you lived on the edge of your seat, never knowing what they might do, but also lived life to the semi- fullest.

The castle was busy this week, the knights seemed to have doubled and you saw your parents less frequently, your daily meals together simply becoming non-existent, not that you were complaining. During dinner time they belittled and ridiculed you— comparing you to your older cousin who had recently married a Duke. You knew that they would force marriage on you eventually, it was inevitable, but you were just praying it was to someone who would eventually come to love you for you.

It seemed today would be like yesterday , it was a gloomy day, the clouds were an ashy blue, they covered the sun completely, leaving behind little light. It was cold out, not cold enough to layer up but enough for a thin coat. You lay there on your bed, the bustling noise from outside your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opted to just rest there, eyes closed and breathing even.

Two heavy thumps on your door made you sit up, eyes jumping to the door. There stood a maid, her eyes narrowed and upper lip curled in a snarl. “ Excuse the interruption your majesty, The King and Queen would like you to join them for a meal in the dining area. ”

You let out a deep sigh and nodded. “ Yes, I’ll be there soon Nadia. ” the woman huffed and shut the door with a slight bang. Rubbing the tiredness from your eyes you got out of bed and toed on your shoes, quickly fixing your hair and clothing in the mirror. You steeled your nerves and made your way down to the dining hall.

Stomach churning you nodded towards the knights, fiddling with your fingers as they opened the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the room you quickly bowed and stood there for a moment, waiting to be seated. “ Greetings to the Sun and Moon of the empire.” Your father grunted and waved you forward to sit, you let out a shaky breath and sat across from your mother who paid you no mind.

It was quiet and awkward in the room, only the sound of cutlery on the porcelain plates evident. You broke the silence, heart clenching in your chest at how uncomfortable you were. “ I’ve heard that the monsters have been at our borders wrecking havoc. Is that why the knights have increased in the past week? ”

The older man looked up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. “ I didn’t think you had the mental capacity to notice things of that nature, but yes, it’s true. The Orcs are going to break through the barrier if we don’t do something soon. The knights from Tvatian won’t be here for another week, we can’t hold them much longer. ”

Your mother cleared her throat, making your eyes jump to her. “ You’ll be 20 soon darling, do you have any plans of marriage? ” Her voice was sickly sweet, which meant she was up to something, she was always up to something. Setting your knife and fork down you gave her your full attention. “ Um, no mother. ”

She ‘tsk’ed and took a sip of her wine, trying to hide the smirk on her face. “ Well, a little birdie told me that Orcs love to have human play things. Pulling their limbs off and eating them every now and again. How horrible.”

Your hands clenched underneath the table and you swallowed the bile that was threatening to rise. Your heart thumped sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What was she saying, what did this mean. “ What are you getting at? ”

“ You have a duty to the royal family, and since you won’t fulfill it by marrying and giving us heirs. Then you can simply be used other ways. You’ll be given to the head orc at the border, hopefully that’ll calm them down just enough for the Tavatian knights to get here. ” It was your father who had spoken this time, making you whip your head towards him. Tears were brimming your eyes and you laughed softly. “ Please tell me your joking father. ”

His silence was your only answer. “ No, no! You can’t do this to me. What have I done to you? I’ve never disappointed you, I’ve did everything you asked without question and you’re just going to– no, i’m not doing it. ”

Your mother giggled her annoying giggle, taking a bit of the salmon on her plate and eating it. “ You don’t have much of a choice my darling child. If you refuse you’ll be committing treason against the royal family, you’ll be sentenced to death before your birthday. ” You swallowed thickly and let your tears fall, wishing you had stayed in your room instead. “ Why do you hate me so? ”

“ Guards! Take them back to their room, their face is giving me indigestion. ” Your mother stated with a pout on her face, the knights hesitated for a moment, not really sure how to escort you out. Waving them off you got up from your seat and shuffled out of the room, tears blurring your vision. The walk back was embarrassing, the maids whispering and pointing, the sneers on their faces and the judgement clouding their eyes.

Slamming the door behind you, your feet quickly carried you to your bed; where you flopped. Your pillow was instantly becoming wet with tears, you curled into yourself, simply becoming smaller.

Of course you knew that this would happen eventually, but you didn’t think it would be to some hideous monster who’d probably kill you as soon as you got there. You sobbed violently, body shaking, and your nose running. A painful scream was muffled by the pillow. 30 minutes later you lay there asleep, sleep welcoming you with warm, open arms. You would figure this out when you woke up.

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The sound of shuffling woke you up, quiet whispers and small clinks. You stayed still, scared to move from your position, you quickly clenched your eyes shut when you heard the person come closer to your body. As much as you wanted to open your eyes and confront them, you also wanted to know what they were doing in your room.

“ Grab their legs, we need to move them to the cell. ” Your heart skipped a beat, stuttered violently and for a moment restricted your airways. The ceiling of your room came into view as your eyes popped open. Immediately you swung at whoever was closest to you, thanking the gods as you heard their curse.

You scrambled out of bed and ran for the door, a scream ripping from your throat as your ankle was grabbed. You fell roughly, hitting your chin on the marble flooring, mentally thanking yourself for putting your tongue at the roof of your mouth last minute. Quickly flipping over, you kicked sporadically, crying as your legs were pushed apart and the assailant forced themselves between your thighs, grabbing your arms.

Your vision blurred as a heavy slap was brought across your face. The small time window of you not struggling allowed them to place the Chloroform over your nose. Your eyes fluttered shut, darkness tinting your vision. The feel of your body being lifted was the only thing you remembered.

You sat there in the cell, head leaning against the metal bars. The sound of heels clacking made you sit up slowly, you didn’t know how long you had been there but it felt like it was now early sun rise.

Your mothers face came into view and you scoffed, putting your down on your knees, avoiding eye contact. The sound of her voice made your blood boil and your eyes water, your own mother was basically selling you off and she didn’t seem to care at all.

“ It’d be better for you to go dressed up but I’m pretty sure there would be no use of it. A guard will be here in a moment to escort you to the border, don’t cause trouble, do you hear? It won’t be pretty if you do. ”

You ignored her, but deep down you were absolutely terrified to head to the border. You so badly wanted to cry, wanted to beg her not to send you but it would only hurt your pride. She smiled and walked closer to the cell bars, to you. “ I can finally get rid of you, when we win this war, and if you’re still alive– I’ll have you sent to a brothel. I couldn’t possibly have such a defiled child. Enjoy your stay there darling.”

The click clack of her heels slowly fading away made you cry, hard. Why was this happening to you? What did you do to deserve this? The jingle jangle of keys made your eyes flit upwards, the guard stood there with a sympathetic look on his face. “ Your majesty, it’s time. ”

You nodded pathetically and got up from the floor, wiping your tears with your dirt ridden hands, streaks of mud on your cheeks. As you walked closer to him, he pulled his sleeve down and wiped your cheeks with a sorrowful smile. You bowed softly as a small thank you and walked with him to the carriage.

He helped you in and shut the door, the sound of a click made you look out the small opening. There was lock on the door, when you met eyes with the guard he only sighed and shook his head. “ The Queen has requested for this to be done. I apologize your majesty. ” You didn’t speak, only leaned back in the seat and stared blankly at the castle, you could see your father standing at the office window, watching.

You evaded his eyes, curling on the seat. When the carriage started to move, your heart burst and you cried, for the fifth time today. Once again crying yourself to sleep. Self soothing they say.

The jolt of the carriage made you wake up, the sun was just starting to set, you had been riding almost all day. It was silent, only the sound of the guard and a few other soldiers. We’re you here already? You gulped and inched as the door was yanked open. “ We’re here your majesty. ”

You nodded and sat up, taking his hand to get out the carriage. Your eyes immediately scanned the area, despite the rumors, the border was fairly calm. You couldn’t hear anything from beyond the wall. A clearing of a throat made you look up, the guard motioned you forward and you hesitated for only a moment before semi sterling your nerves and walking forward.

Distant voices finally became more clear. “ Captain, they’re here! Should we open the gates some.” There was a confirming grunt. The sound of the heavy wheels turning and rising was loud in your ears. The gate was only open enough for you to walk under, they weren’t wasting time at all. The guard placed a hand on your back and pushed you forward gently. “ The Orc General has agreed to take you, he’s on the other side waiting. ”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and walked forward, all eyes on you. The wall was considerably thick and you were scared that it might crush you as you were getting to the other side. As you finally made your way to the other side, you met eyes with him.

He was big, at least 7 feet tall, he was thick with muscles and his chest was decorated with hair. His hair was a dark brown, braided down to his waist. His skin was the color of a pear, it was astoundingly pretty up close. There were scars littered across is body, it added to his appeal. His tusks were blunt and one was slightly chipped. His beard was braided as well, this Orc was outrageously attractive.

You stepped back out instinctively as he stepped forward. Your legs were like lead, you couldn’t move. He chortled, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. “ I don’t have all day little human. ” You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. The sound of the wall seating your fate made your knees buckle and you feel to the grassy ground. He let out a deep huff and walked towards you, towering over your person.

He made lifting you look easy. Your body was tense in his arms, you could feel tears building, waiting to fall. His touch was surprisingly gentle, hands carefully on your legs and placed on your back. You worked up the courage to speak. “ What’s your name? ” there was a slight stutter to your voice but he didn’t seem to mind. His chest rumbled as he spoke, the deep timber in his voice went straight to your crotch. Your face flushed hot and you looked down at your lap. “ My name is Loran, I’m the General of the Mammoth Clan. ”

It was quiet for a moment before you spoke up again. “ My name is ( your name ) ” he gave a hum of an acknowledgment, and the two of you finally made it to a tent that was quite large. He set you on a bed of furs, going over to a table and blocking the contents. You swallowed. “ Are you going to eat me? ” you cringed at how childish you sounded, how idiotic it sounded.

His chuckle made your thighs clench, everything about him had your stomach in a knot. He stopped whatever he was doing and turned to face you, his arms crossing. You had to pinch yourself to keep your eyes off his bulging muscles. “ Do you want me to? ” His tone was playful though his words had a sexual undertone to it.

You shook your head and brought your knees to your chest. He wasn’t like what you thought he would be, you were sure you were going to die. Your eyes unfocused as you drifted into your thoughts, you didn’t notice him squatting in front you. The rough pads of his fingers on your chin made you shudder, you locked eyes with him and held your breath.

“ It’s getting late, get some rest. ”

You nodded, eyes chasing after him as he walked out of the tent. You took his advice and laid back on the furs, with all that happened today you fell asleep almost instantly, cuddling into the softness of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin made you wiggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm being thrown over your stomach made you stop, fear settling into your heart and wrapping around it in a vice grip. The events of today suddenly came rushing back to you and you relaxed, your tense body melting into his hold. Despite being forced here, he was nothing but kind, he didn’t make you uncomfortable and it felt like there was a weight lifted from your shoulders. You didn’t feel the burden of being royalty anymore.

His actions may change at any time but there was a sense of freedom that you had gained in this. Loran pulled you closer to him, your front pressing to his naked chest. Placing your hands on his chest you pushed away from him, huffing as he cuddled closer.

After struggling a bit more you stopped and took this chance to study him. You pulled your hand from his chest and placed it on his face, feeling the smoothness of it. Up close, Loran was absolutely handsome. You dragged your fingers across his lips, fingertips lightly grazing his tusks. The smoothness of them had you in awe, the tips were blunt and a tiny bit rounded, the wouldn’t hurt if you guys kissed—.

Your cheeks heated and you buried your face into his chest for a moment before looking up again. You waved your hand in front of his face, checking to see if he was sleep. With no movement and steady breathing you let out a breath of relief. You squirmed upwards, moving up his body, your heart stuttered in your chest as you anxiously leaned closer. There was something about him that attracted you, his lips looked so inviting.

Placing a hand on his cheek you slowly leaned forward, slanting your lips over his, the feel of his tusks brushing over your cheeks made you moan. Your eyes slid shut and you pressed harder, the softness of his lips surprising you, the taste of him was addicting. Like a forbidden wine. You loved forbidden things.

You reluctantly pulled away, eyes opening slowly. A startled gasp fell from your lips as you locked eyes with him, you tried to pull yourself from his hold but his arms were like steel. His chuckle was deep and full of sleep, his hand coming up to grip your chin. “ Don’t run from me Sma ni. ”

His lips were on yours again, gentle and sweet. His other hand gripped your waist, easily lifting you onto his chest. You moaned at the feel of his tongue in your mouth, your thighs clenching around his stomach. His hands slid up your top, the pads of his finger working out kinks in your soft skin. They slowly found their way to your hips, guiding them to grind against him.

Moaning into his mouth, you pulled away from his lips, pulling his bottom lip with you. A deep guttural moan rumbled in his chest, your mind was hazy, and you placed your hands on his chest, the coarse hair tickling your palms. A weight lifted from your hips and his hand fisted in your hair, allowing himself to sit up and stop the grind of your hips.

You whimpered, the aching in your sex growing. His mouth was in your throat now, teeth nipping at the skin and his tongue sliding smoothly over you. The sound of ripping made you jolt, the coolness of the air brushing against your now exposed legs, the shredded cloth of your pants falling to the floor.

Loran laid you out on the fur, his hungry eyes trailing down your body. The only thing hiding you from him was quickly ripped off your body. You clenched your thighs, your hole clenching around nothing. This man was absolutely sinful, he looked so delectable with his lips glistening from your kisses and skin flushed.

He groaned loudly, positioning himself between your thighs, your legs burned slightly at the stretch of going around his waist but you could care less. His tongue lapped at your nipples, biting and pulling. Loran’s hand slid up your body, shoving his fingers into your warm, moist mouth. You gagged lightly and sucked at them, tears brimming your eyes. As his fingers fucked your throat you gripped his wrist, hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulled his fingers from your mouth, watching the saliva drip down his digits. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he worked that wet finger into your tight hole, stretching you. Your moans were louder now, fucking yourself down on his finger. “ L-Loran~ ”

Your voice was like pure temptation to him, he wanted so badly to fuck you full of his cum, have you swollen with his young. The thought alone was enough to get him rock hard. He added a second finger, groaning at the tight squeeze, your small hands fisting in his hair and pulling.

A squeal passed your lips as he prodded that spongey spot inside of you, your hips stuttering and sex clenching around his fingers. He leaned over you, his breath on your ear. “ Are you going to cum Liga ni? ” His mother tongue was foreign to you but it sounded so sexy, you nodded quickly, mewling and whimpering, the squelching sound of him pummeling into you filling the tent.

He pulled away from you, fingers coming out with an erotic pop. You whined, watching as he placed the soaked fingers into his mouth. The way his eyes darkened made your heart thump.

Loran gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, your ass in the air and your face buried into the furs. The roughness of his tongue at your aching hole had you seeing stars, he was growling like a beast, tongue prodding and fucking into you. You laid there a blubbering mess, tears of pleasure running down your face.

“ More, please more, m’gunna cum. Wanna cum for you. ” You were spewing gibberish but Loran seemed to understand, as his fingers entered you roughly once more, immediately finding that spot inside of you. White hot pleasure filled your body and you came hard, thighs shaking around his head and hole clenching around his fingers. “ Ah, nngh, Loran! ”

The sound of cloth hitting the floor and the feel of Loran’s hands on the fat of your hips seemed multipled, your mind filled with goo.

His thick cock pressed into your hole, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickled onto your pulsing hole, his spit lubing where you guys connected. You clenched around him, moans almost pornographic. He inched deeper into you, your tightness making way for his thick, heavy cock. You could feel every vein, every ridge of him inside of you.

Inch by inch you stretched around his green, monsterous cock. Loran thrusted the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your ass. You were already fucked stupid, pupils blown and moans strewing from your lips. The orc grabbed your hand and led it to your stomach, letting you feel his cock that bulged from your stomach. “ Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides my little human?”

He pulled out, thrusting roughly into you, gripping your hair and pulling. You moaned loudly, the sound of his hips connecting with your ass the only thing you could hear. The squelching of your arousal and his precum dripping onto the furs. His name was like a mantra, falling off your tongue like a prayer. “ So good, gonna cum, let me cum, please, please. ”

Loran slid a hand up your stomach, pinching at your sensitive nipples. You mewled, back arching as you clenched and pulsed around his thick length, cumming harder than before, darkness tinted your vision and you let out a groan as he continued to fuck into you.

The orcs hand came down on your ass, watching the flesh jiggle. Your poor abused hole fluttered around him and he smirked, his hips stuttering. His thrusts became deeper, faster; not giving you rest. You turned your head towards him, his fingers tightening in your hair. “ Loran, cum for me. I want you to cum inside me please. ”

That threw the large orc over the edge, his hips snapped into yours once more before his hot cum coated your walls, there was so much of it, the feeling itself had you cumming for the third time that night. Loran continued to fuck his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls still full of cum. He wanted to see you swollen, he wouldn’t stop until he knew you couldn’t escape it.

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You didn’t get to sleep until early in the morning, curled into his chest and his seed leaking from your stretched hole. Your body was sore and you had so many marks on your neck and chest.

Loran placed his large hand on your cheek, he was late for the meeting but he wanted you to rest some more before waking you. He picked you up gently, thankful that he had cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You cuddled into his warmth, and he almost decided to wait another hour. “ Liga ni, it’s time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets. ”

You stirred in his arms, lashes fluttering before lifting to reveal your bleary eyes. You went to close your eyes again but his deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, semi waking you again. He set you in the bed and grabbed one of his shirts, putting it over your head and pulling your arms through the holes.

Loran picked you up once more, cradling you in his arms before walking out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the scorching sun. The walk wasn’t far, just across the campsite, you didn’t stir at all.

He was the first one there, his crow set on its perch. He whistled lowly, signaling for it to gather the troops. Loran sat at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, legs around his waist. He spit onto his fingers, digits going down to circle your hole, it had gone down to its original size, tight and warm.

He lubed your hole before spitting on his palm and wrapping his cock in a fist, successfully wetting it. Loran lined himself with your entrance and slowly entered you, groaning lowly at the tight fit, you moaned in your sleep, clenching around him. His big hands gripped your hips, sliding you down the thick eight inches. He pulled down his shirt on you , effectively hiding where his cock was buried.

He had to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Speaking of which, he was lucky enough to finish positioning you, his troops came filing in.

Your warm, tight hole was starting to become slippery, you were aroused without knowing that his fat, long Orc cock was buried deep inside of you already.

The meeting went smoothly, they would break down the walls of the Kingdom tomorrow night, they wouldn’t hurt the women and children, they had a code that they pledged themselves to. The innocent would be spared.

You woke up towards the end, your hole pulsing and clenching around something thick and being. It twitched inside of you, nudging your g-spot. You moaned out, burying your face into his neck. Loran played it off as you waking up and rubbed a hand up and down your back. They had to be a fool to not notice the juices running down your outer exposed thighs, and the small peek of green meeting a clenching hole.

“ Dismissed. ”

The orcs filed out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran looked down at your small body, draped in his clothing, he looked feral. After you couldn’t hear any more noise, you lifted your head, eyes finding his.

“ Loran, I need your cum inside of me, please. ”

The orc let out a low growl, lips pressing to yours roughly as he grabbed the fat of your hips and lifted you off his drenched cock. He quickly slammed you back down, fucking you onto him. You were a moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet fapping was loud in the tent.

You pulled away from him, taking in a gulp of air, hands going to his broad shoulders. “ Yes, ah a-ah, you’re so big Loran. ”

Lifting his hand you brought it to your stomach, where the head of his cock was pushing against your belly. “ I can feel you in my tummy. ”

One particular thrust made the mushroom head of his cock, kiss your g-spot roughly. You came shaking around him, leaving a creamy, white ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision and you shakily kissed his collar bone, whining as he continued to fuck you through it, your hole extremely sensitive and pulsing. “ Lor– I can’t, no more please. ”

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he kissed your lips softly. “ I’m almost there Liga ni, give me a few more seconds. Can you do that for me? ” you nodded hesitantly, leaning down to nip at his exposed nipples. That toppled him over the edge, he stood up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hissed. Ropes of cum painted your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran thrusted shallowly into you, making sure not a single drop escaped. You wrapped your arms around his neck and close your eyes, breathing deeply.

Maybe coming here wasn’t so bad after all.

Please more poly vampires please😭🙏! I can hardly ever find x male/masc reader stuff especially about monsters😭. What happens when they take us back to their home. What's gonna happen to us? What will the townsfolk react?

Poly!Vampires x Reader Pt. 2

CW: kidnapping, silas is a freak for a brief moment

waaaaa !! so sorry this took so long !! thank you all for being so patient with me ! >w< <3

🌙 Its been a week since the townspeople found your house empty, your bedroom looking like something out of a mystery novel.

🌙 The bed was stained with blood and claw marks were dug deep into your bedframe with the moonlight illuminating your room through your broken window.

🌙 It looked as if you've been taken by a creature of the night, but weirdly enough, your luggage was nowhere to be found. Your closet and drawers had clothes missing and the painting you had just finished was gone.

🌙 Who could have done this?

🌙 "Silas it's your turn to drive!"

🌙 "Already?! Just one more minute Viktor~?"

🌙 You're being held hostage, no, hostage wasn't the right word..kidnapped? Enslaved maybe? who knows..All you know was that these..creatures..will never let you out of their sight.

🌙 You remember that night when you bore witness to their inhuman ways, they were at the foot of your bed when you took out the crucifix under your pillow and held it to Viktor, his eyes turning all red and he hissed at the holy figure.

🌙 "Ohoho! Our little mortal's smart!" Silas grins, showing off his sharp fangs.

🌙 Garrick tries to grab you but you dodge, but his long claws managed to cut your cheek, you couldn't say the same for your bedframe..

🌙 Viktor gets a hold of you and chuckles darkly at your cut, the red liquid bleeding out of it made his mouth water.

🌙 "My my~ What a fierce little minx you are my darling~" he coos with a raspy cold breath as he licks your wound. The feeling made your stomach churn and your spine shiver.

🌙 Silas was busy making a mess of your room and stuffing your clothes in bags. Also stuffing a pair of your underwear in his shirt for himself.. "Come on you idiots! It's almost dawn!" He whisper-yells as he fiddles with the window's lock.

🌙 Garrick rolls him eyes and kicks the window, breaking it and jumping through, with Silas holding his hand.

🌙 You were confused beyond compare. Were they really gonna kidnap you?! What's gonna happen to you?! Should you scream for help?!

🌙 "I'm sorry for this Darling.." Viktor says softly before knocking you out.

🌙 Now back to the present, the 3 rode around in a caravan, a charming little wagon that doubled as a moving home of sorts. One went in front and drove while the other two looked after you or did other things.

🌙 Every escape attempt you had would end up in failure, their superhuman senses were no match for you.

🌙 "Silas you said that 10 minutes ago!" Viktor growls at the younger vampire.

🌙 Silas groans "Fiiiiiine!" He says before giving you one last hug and kiss and going out with a coat to shield him from the sun.

🌙 You had about 10 seconds to yourself before Viktor sits down next to you and pulls you onto his lap.

🌙 "Oh how I missed your warmth little minx~" He purrs, kissing your neck which made you tense up in fear of his fangs. He feels your heart beat faster and smirks. "Am I making you nervous~?" He teases.

🌙 Garrick comes over and smacks the dark-haired man on the head "Enough Viktor! Don't you think our precious little darling is frightened already?" he scolds before smiling down at you warmly. Viktor just rolls his eyes and buries his face into your neck.

🌙 He hands you a cup of tea and sits down across from you and Viktor "Drink up dear, mortals like you need to stay warm in the winter~"

🌙 Garrick was the most respectful one out of the 3, he was always taking care of you and making sure the others didn't make you feel uncomfortable, but of course he was just as obsessive of you as they were.

🌙 Viktor is such a cuddle bug, always hugging you close every chance he gets. He'd even have the luxury to sleep with you, an activity he hasn't done in a while. He might not need to sleep, but just lying in bed with your adorable sleeping form was like being in heaven for him.

🌙 Silas love love loves chatting with you. Rambling to you about people he's killed or jewelry he's looted off of his food weren't the best topics to talk about, but he's got no one else to talk to! And you are his darling after all!

🌙 And you could do nothing about any of it. You were treated like a glorified pet and there was no way to leave or escape of have any time for yourself..

🌙 It continued on like this until the caravan came to a stop by a small town. The weather was much colder now than it was in your hometown with rain softly pouring down from the sky.

🌙 Your heart drops, knowing what they're going to do here.

🌙 They all come off the caravan, Garrick going to give the horses some food. You refused to leave the caravan in your anxiety-stricken state.

🌙 Silas notices your nervousness and smiles, sitting next to you and putting his forehead to yours "Darling, you miss home don't you~?" he coos softly.

🌙 You nod slightly as you refuse to look at him or even move.

🌙 The vampire sighs and rests his head on your shoulder and holds your hand. "I know honey...but we won't hurt you! And besides, you don't know these people anyway! You scared we'll kill them and stuff? It's fine! We do it all the time!" He laughs. He wasn't making anything better..

🌙 "You're shit at comforting people Silas." Viktor looks at the red head with a deadpanned expression. "Oh up yours Vik!" Silas rolls his eyes at him.

🌙 At least that made you lighten up a bit..

🌙 Silas pulls you up from your seat and you get out of the caravan, rain hitting your face before Silas opens up an umbrella and holds you close to him so you don't get wet.

🌙 "Its fine dear, this is the last stop before we head back to our new home~" Garrick walks over and places a kiss on your cheek.

🌙 Wait..home?..

🌙 "Now gentleman! Who's hungry~?"

sorry this is a bit short ! but feel free to request or ask anything about these blorbos! i love em a lot !