#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: vamp au lisse 𖹭 ݁

[valentine-cafe]

Lisse, the blood thirsty countess

[Afab reader]

With the prompt "please don't be afraid of me" pretty please!?!?:D

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˖⁺. ﹙ vampire countess  x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . run, run !! 🍒 :  vampire countess character﹙ vamp au lisse. ﹚

you run into the infamous queen carmine - and yet she's begging you not to be afraid of hr 

she stood there, about 6 to 7 feet or so away from you. bloodied, and covered in the guts of your companions. you were just a merchant, travelling through kingdoms to get to the other and sell your goods. but none could have prepared you for the hurricane that had slowed your path.

it had been days you had been out. and you were starving.

but there was another creature of the night stalking from whence you came. a vampire, with more hunger than you could have ever imagined.

she had come to your camp in the middle of the night, while all of you were dead asleep.

in her mind, she told herself all of you would have starved to death anyways. after so many days of wear and tear. . . no food, no shelter. . . she felt bad for you — it would be impossible to get to the kingdom you were headed for at this pace.

and yet, she watched as you opened your eyes, after tearing through your companions and making it quick and as painless as possible while drinking them dry.

the light footsteps that neared had woken you, along with the sound of slurping.

you were no stranger to vampires, but you were no hunter. all you had ever been taught was to let them handle it, and they had been gone way before midnight had dawned.

of course the vampire would have taken them out first. ..

“no—” she gasps and stumbles back, teeth gritting in panic. while you sit up and sluggishly attempt to crawl away in your own half-awake state of fear.

“please don’t-” you beg of her.

“no, nono, don’t be scared of me— please don’t be scared of me.” her hands would wave frantically as she’d come closer to you. the moonlight illuminating the ethereal and almost phantasmagoric beauty of her, you’d never seen anyone as beautiful as her before. and yet, you felt compelled to keep moving away as she neared.

a natural instinct, of course. your friends had all been slaughtered.

“you will kill me- you killed them!” the scream sets her off in an even worse panic, and her hand claps down against your mouth, while she looks you deep in the eyes.

“i don’t do it because i like it!!!” she screams at you, before blinking a bit. taking in deep breaths while slumping.

“please don’t be scared of me. i can help you.”

[valentine-cafe]

STILL THE SAME BLOODLUST PROMPT BUT MAKE IT SEXIER (this literally came up midway while writing the first)

vampire au!lisse with a m!reader who’s also a vampire (they drink from each other, how scandalous~). He knew she was starving and that she needed him more than her bastard husband but he didn’t open up his neck that easily. Opening the door leading to a garden she always stayed, he walked slowly… teasingly… making sure she was looking directly at him as if he was serving himself on a silver platter.

“Hmm? You want some of this?” He cranes his neck, showing the obvious marks someone made.

“Were you a good girl? Hmm, were you?” He teases, voice laced with venom. Stepping back each time she tried to grab him.

“Awwww but only good girls get to feed on me remember? Say please, won’t you?”

“Come on, say please my lady~”

“That’s a good girl.”

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˖⁺. ﹙ the hungry bloodthirsty countess x male reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . you can't keep me hungry like this, please !! 🍒 :  vampire countess ˖ vampire﹙ vamp au lisse. ﹚

lisse hates it when you tease her about feeding

“you are infuriating -”

her breath leaves her when your coldness circles her wrists. the smile on your face is one she wishes to wipe away. with a slap. with her lips.

she so desperately wants to throw something at you. a chair. herself.

so of course she cannot help but melt into you when you take her into your arms. in the same way that her husband does - yet with a touch that leaves her breathless. gasping for air. for you.

“please,” her plead is most pitiful. beautiful. you cannot help but lower your head to her. you smile turning into a grin as she so eagerly tugs at the fabric of your shirt.

“patience, my lady.” and all she does is whimper. yet you know your place. her strength and fangs are no stranger to you. it is why you will not deny her for too long. you cannot say no to those rosy eyes.

it took only a moment of lowering your collar. a second for her fangs to sink in. her hands tighten on whatever they can. even your own when you give it to her. feel her dainty little fingers wrap around your palm and cling tightly.

oh how she gulps. how she whimpers into you. all while your free arm hooks around her and flushes her small body into yours. all while you whisper soft little nothings to her.

“that is it. good girl. have you fill.”

her hair is silky to your fingers. like the soft linen you have laid her upon ten times and over. your eyes survey the garden. she will be laid down near the rose bushes next. so that you may take her as she deserves. better than her husband. squirming. whimpering. smeared with your blood. like a nectar to the sweet pleasure of your body consuming hers.