#Can't have Vampire without the neck bite

[mariswxt]

libidinal

If Dean could curse every witch on this planet for dosing you and him with an aphrodisiac after ganking them, he would. His entire body was on fire— burning, and his mind was embarrassingly stuck on you. You, your thighs, lips, your ass. It all rattled about in his head like a broken record, and he craved you, craved the relief like crazy.

He knew that you were feeling the same things he was right now, the ache, burn, relentless want that you just couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. Ugh, you needed him. Like you’d die if you didn’t have him. Dean felt the same damn way — trust him — like one touch and he’d break the damn best friend code of conduct.

You’d think both of you would have more control of yourselves, considering how you were both hunters who’d faced stuff like vampires and shit. "This is gettin’ on my nerves, sweetheart," he scoffed, eyes fluttering up and down you. You were too hot for this world— and that wasn’t just the pollen talking, but his drugged up mind couldn’t stop.

"Fuck this." he slowly took off his sweat-soaked shirt, looking for signs that you’d jump him. Dean rubbed the sweat off his chest, having no damn right to look that jacked and edible right now, ugh. He can't take all of this crap, including being quarantined in this damn motel room by Sam. It’s for a reason, though.

He groaned, aching, desperate, gesturing for you to keep away so he could resist this damned pollen’s effects. "Oh, m’ gonna kill Sammy if he doesn’t find a cure for this stat." Dean covered his ears, yeah, no. He acted as if covering his ears and blocking out all noise would stop the ache for you, well, it sure didn’t.

Pacing back and forth, he took one look at you— nope, look away, you looked too hot, nope. "Yeah, I’ll kill him." He winced when he got a very R-rated image in his head— he was desperate for you, you, for some relief, mainly sex.

He felt like every second without his hands on your ass was torture— he hoped he wouldn’t go to hell.

“Oh, I’m fine.” You breathed, sarcastic, giving him a look with raised eyebrows. “Just — you know — feeling like my body’s burning alive, I’m sweatin’, my brain hurts.” Your eyes were hungrily searching his bare chest, biting your lip— no, stop, even if you felt on fire and were sweating buckets.

“You’re clearly not,” he retorted. He would’ve found it funny that you were checking him out, but the need was so overwhelming, and he had to bite his lip to stop himself from throwing you onto the nearest surface.

“So… no need to be sarcastic. M’ just trying to control myself.” He muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and keeping the distance between you. “Can’t say the same for you though, sweetheart, ‘cause I can see ya gawkin’.”

“Yeah, just quit it, you look like a five star buffet. A girl can’t help herself when she’s drugged up on an aphrodisiac.” You groaned, dabbing your sweaty-ass neck with a towel, not able to help the way your eyes hungrily drank in his chest. “I’m makin’ do with the view I’ve got while my pussy’s yellin’ at me right now.”

“Christ, darlin’.” He muttered. He felt all fuzzy inside when you said that, he hated how hungry the damn pollen made him for you, for your body. Dean’s eyes darkened, taking in the way you kept looking at him, how you were yearning for him like he was with you. His fingers gripped on the chair he was sitting on, and he leaned forward— he needed to stay on the damn chair.

“And what kinda things is it tellin’ you, hm?” He asked, voice lowering, growling almost. His cock was telling him to go over there, moan in your ear as he thrusted into you, that’s what— but he had to deny himself of such luxurious pleasures. How great.

“To throw away all sense of modern feminism and let you fuck me hard on the floor.” You breathed, moaning softly at getting the words out. “Or letting you bend me over the table. Eat me out on the bed, take me from behind on said bed.” Another desperate moan.

Shit.

Dean almost groaned out loud, damn you. You were going to be the death of him. He was so damn hard right now, and he gripped even tighter on the chair, he would break it if he wasn’t careful.

“Sweet girl, I know you’re not talkin' about feminism when you got your hungry eyes all over me right damn now.” He bit out, clenching his jaw. Dean couldn’t help the fantasies that were running through his mind, especially when you let those moans out.

“I know.” You murmured, nodding, levelling the playing field and taking your shirt off too, leaning back against the bed’s headboard. Shit. Your skin that glistened with sweat, glowing more in the shitty motel light, tits now on display for his hungry-ass eyes. Your head tipped back, eyebrows pinched together tight, lips parted ever so slightly. Shit.

“Goddamn it,” he muttered, eyes drinking in that perfect body of yours like a man who hadn’t had a drop of water in years. He’d seen you in a bikini before and almost lost it, but this view, this view was a sight for sore eyes. One that he was now staring at shamelessly.

His mouth hung agape as his eyes traveled from your chest to your face, he was desperate — all for you. “What’re you gettin’ at?” He asked, voice low and ragged.

“That I’m hot too. A woman can exist with her shirt off.” You scoffed, thighs rubbing together for any friction. C’mon, fuck, you got nothing— guess Dean’s cock was the answer, but not fucking your friend was the first cardinal rule of maintaining a best-friendship. “Oh, I’m gonna kill those witches even if they’re in the afterlife. I—” You let out a small whimper of frustration, the ache building. “God damn.”

“Damn right you’re hot, sweetheart.” he muttered, eyes locked to your thighs, practically drooling— maybe he wasn’t talking about the heat both of you were burning under. Dean’s tongue darted out and wet his dry lips, watching you as you rubbed your thighs against one another for friction. Damn it, it should be him being that friction, if that even made sense— he didn’t know, his brain was sludge. “I know, baby girl, m’ feelin’ what you are, I get it.”

He wanted to reach out and touch you so bad, but he had to get a grip. Sam could come back with a cure— maybe. Could he wait that long? Probably not.

You, however, simply did not have the patience nor the fucks to deal with Sam and his annoying lateness— you needed your best friend, he needed you, you had two holes he could put his dick into — you weren’t doing ass stuff on the first fuck — so it’s a win-win. “Dean, fuck this cure.” You whined, breath hitching as you yanked your sweats down, panties going with, pussy leaking and aching and so very empty. “Can’t wait, I can’t— c’mere. Fuck me, c’mere.”

Ok— yeah— yes, ma’am.

The sight had his eyes getting dark, nearly feral as he quickly stood up from his chair. The chair fell backwards and made a loud thud against the floor, but he couldn’t care less— not when you looked so damn delectable on the bed in front of him. Dean took quick steps towards you, practically ripping off the rest of his shirt.

He kneeled on the bed in front of you, practically pinning you to the bed. He couldn’t help himself. “M’ here, I’m here. Tell me what you want.” He huffed out, hips already bucking against the bed, moaning at the friction as he kissed over your bare tits and up your neck, licking up your neck, sweat on his tongue— yes, it’s disgusting, but he’d ponder on that in retrospect, right now he felt like an animal.

You guided his hand between your legs then kissed him, hotly, hungry, your lips devouring his, hand on the back of his head keeping him there. It was like a dam had broken, your breath harsh and heavy against his lips.

He grunted into the kiss, eyes slipping shut against the onslaught of your lips against his. His hand easily found its way down to you, the second you pushed him where you wanted him. God, his hand ached to be between your thighs.

“M’ here,” he breathed in between hot kisses. “M’ here, sweetheart, I gotcha.” The words were muffled, breathless, as he pushed your thighs apart, finding your wetness, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head. God, he was starved for you, as you were for him, it felt frantic, hazy, like relief that he was finally touching your skin that would go away instantly, as it wasn’t enough. Your scent had his eyes actually rolling back for a second, a pant and a whine leaving his mouth in quick succession as his free hand pushed sweaty hair out of your face, his own spiky from your hand running through it.

He ground his cock against the bed, feeling himself leaking — as were you — and these touches alone honestly had him feeling like he could embarrass himself right here, and come in his pants like a teenager before even getting the chance to fuck you properly.

You nodded against his lips, practically gone and inattentive to anything but him, leaning more of your body weight back against the headboard and pulling — yanking — him with you, panting, desperate. “Need you, baby, please.”

Oh, he needed you too, baby girl.

“Need you too, gorgeous.” he panted, letting you push him around between your legs and wiping sweat off his forehead briefly, wiping that hand on the sheets— shit, that left a pretty dark mark. He bit down on your bottom lip, groaning into the kiss. God, you looked so pretty, so needy and desperate, and you were all for him. He needed to mark you in some way, make you his in every possible way. He needed to.

“You need me inside this pretty pussy, baby?” He asked, his hand already gliding over your slickness, his eyes locked on yours. His fingers pushed inside you, a moan leaving both your mouths as he felt the lack of resistance on your cunt’s part, and how it sucked his fingers in — fuck, you were tight — and he worked your bra off so he could suck and flick his tongue against your nipples one at a time, moaning against the softness of your tits— mmh, that felt so good.

You nodded frantically, cause fuck yeah, moaning, lips still pressed to his as the pressure had you whimpering in relief. “Yes— yes, baby, d-don’t you stop, ok? God, feels so good.”

“I won’t, wasn’t plannin’ on it, baby doll.” he grumbled against your lips. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, not when you felt this good around his fingers, when you sounded so damn pretty.

“Christ, I need you.” His words were nearly a whisper as he pushed down his jeans and boxers. He was so hard, so desperate for you, that he couldn’t hold back anymore. “You ready, baby?” Well, he certainly was, let’s put it that way. He’d been grinding on the bed the whole time he was on top of you.

“So ready.” You nodded, kissing him desperately, hotly again, panting, whimpering, the works. God, you felt like you were on fire, like it wouldn’t stop until you had him— it felt almost primal. Why wouldn’t you be ready, though? You weren’t a woman if you didn’t get soaked for Dean Winchester.

“M’ gonna take care of you, baby girl, I will.” He muttered against your lips, taking deep breaths. The words came out in a near growl and a grunt, he was hungry for you, starved, so he’d let you kiss him breathless, and he’d kiss you back just as fiercely as you.

He needed to give you the relief you needed, the pleasure, the release. He still rubbed at your pussy, all while he continued kissing you, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

You moaned against his lips, nails raking down his back, leg hooking over his hip— fuck the cure, fuck Sammy (though the poor guy deserves more credit), you just needed this right now, you felt like you could explode. Spontaneously combust. Lit match to gasoline. “God, don’t wait.”

“I won’t wait. Not anymore.” He grunted as he felt your nails dig into his skin, and your legs wrapped around him. He was so desperate to be inside you, and the sight of you just beneath him, the sounds coming out of your mouth, they just made him throb.

“I got you, I’m gonna take care of you baby doll, m’ gonna take care of you real good.” He panted against your neck, biting down on the skin as he slid into you, his mouth dropping open at the pure relief.

Your head fell back, a long, drawn moan leaving your mouth— you swore it felt like a cooling balm had been slapped on your bodies, or ice cold water. It just felt like a splash of pure relief, and you couldn’t stop chasing it, it felt like euphoria. “Shitfuck.”

“Oh, god,” he groaned, groaned, eyes squeezed shut. He hadn’t felt relief like this in so long, and your moans were like a damn symphony to his ears. He nearly felt like he was in heaven, that you were an angel.

“You’re so perfect — perfect.” He panted against your skin, placing kisses against your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder, as he found a pace. “Feels so good, darlin’, good girl.” It took all the effort in the world for him to not just lose himself and start pounding into you, just to say.

Good girl? You could’ve come right there. Squirted, even.

But no. Your leg hitched higher on his hip, clutching at his shoulder and at the headboard, your forehead pinched, eyes closed as you just felt it, couldn’t stop feeling, desperately letting shameless moans slip past your lips— as if you could control those.

“Yeah, that’s it — give it to me, baby.” he panted, his eyes taking in the sight of you, how you were falling apart. “Take it, take it all, just let me do all the work, yeah, good girl.” One of his hands trailed down your body, to the back of your thigh, holding it up, using it as leverage to push into you.

He wouldn’t last long, he couldn’t. Not with the sounds coming out of your mouth, the way you looked. “You’re so damn pretty when you give it up, baby.”

“Dean,” You couldn’t help but moan, over and over, paired with the occasional shameless “yes”, eventually bringing him in for a hungry, sloppy kiss, feeling the pendant on his necklace cool against your skin.

“Ah—” he groaned against your lips, his kisses almost violent, more teeth than tongue than anything else. God, his name on your pretty lips was sinful, but he wanted to hear it again and again.

His hands continued to touch you everywhere they could, not missing a curve or angle, and just taking in the pure ecstasy of it all. “You look so perfect like this — all for me.” he panted against you, the coolness of the amulet was almost refreshing against his over-heated skin, he’ll had to admit, and seeing it between your tits? God, another bonus.

Ooh, an idea. You used your leg hooked around his waist, plus some hunter training, rolling you both over, immediately gripping the shitty-ass fabric and plush of the pillow so you could begin to move up and down, hitting that angle without missing a beat. “Sh—Shit.”

Oh, oh wow, he had to take a few deep breaths. He didn’t expect you to suddenly roll the two of you over but he certainly wasn’t complaining. You looked so damn perfect on top of him, like a goddamn dream. He gripped onto your hips, helping you move, a moan leaving his lips as you kept up the pace.

“That’s it baby doll, good girl—“ he couldn’t help but babble. “Can’t keep my hands off you.” He panted, staring up at you. “Doing all the work, look at you— I ain’t gonna last, sweetheart, please tell me you’re almost there.”

“M’ almost there.” The sentence came out as a moan, seeing him in his glory, amulet on his chest, all ridges of muscle and soft skin, your other hand gripping the headboard as you moved, assisted by his hands on your hips, calloused pads of his fingers pressing into your skin. “P—Please, baby, a—almost there, so, so close—”

“Just— just come with me, please— please—” He panted, his hands gripping your hips so tight, he knew that he’d leave marks, but he’d deal with it later. Right at that moment, he was just lost in the feeling.

“Come on, give it to me, baby, I wanna see it, wanna feel it.” He was desperate, but a gentleman, he wanted you to reach it first. You were absolutely too gorgeous for words, and he was nearly going feral— his mouth went dry. “Good girl, good girl, good girl, c’mon — oh, c’mon—”

The coil in your stomach snapped as you came, pure, unbridled euphoria and uninhibited ecstasy, your eyes rolling back, hips stuttering and pressing into his hands as your thighs shook, but you kept on to get him there. “O-Oh, baby, c-c’mon, Dean, please— please—”

Sweet mother of god.

Your voice, your movements, your face, it all just pushed him over that final edge, and a loud moan tore out of his throat as he rode it out. “God, baby doll, god—” was all he could manage.

He didn’t even realise his eyes fluttered shut. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling, the amulet resting gently between his pectorals. “Oh god, baby girl, c’mere— come here.” He muttered, hands gripping your hips, pulling you down. He just wanted to feel you against him— wait, what? The burn wasn’t going, it just wasn’t.

“Dean.” You whined, letting out a frustrated moan. “S’wasn’t enough, I can still feel it. Still feel it, baby.” You panted, keeping yourself up. Well, of course this thing wasn’t a one-and-done. You already broke all the cardinal rules of friendship without compunction, but now you had to do it again? Wow. Great going.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He breathed, eyes opening, and looking up at you, the corners of his lips slightly turned up. He could feel it too, it was like something was missing, and he didn’t know what it was.

He pulled you down, and held you against his chest as he caught his breath. One of his hands moved to the side of your face, and he gently guided you into a soft kiss, the other hand moving down and squeezing your ass. “God, I need you so goddamn much.”

“Mhmm. Need you too.” You whined, your kisses becoming more insistent, needier— ok, don’t blame you, it seems to affect women more. “Can you— need you t’ take over, Dean.”

A small smirk appeared on his lips as you began to become more needy. “Don’t mind if I do, sweetheart.” He growled against your lips. He pushed you off of him, and rolled the two of you over, so you were now beneath him again, and his body was above yours.

“You want me to take over, huh?” He questioned, his lips moving to your neck, leaving nips and open-mouthed kisses over the skin. “You want me to take care of you?” His hips started snapping against you, a groan leaving his lips, cause oh, Jesus.

Woah, ok, you could get used to this. Especially with how you moaned, nodding desperately, leaving red marks on his shoulders and arms, his amulet touching the valley of your now bouncing tits with every thrust again, head tipping back as his cock brushed your cervix, hearing his grunts and pants in your ear mixed with your moans.

He couldn’t help the smirk that stayed on his lips as you clawed at his skin. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You like it when I take care of you?” He questioned, his mouth against your neck, his hips snapping against you, desperate to hear the pretty sounds leaving your lips.

“Tell me how much you like it, baby girl, go on.” His words were punctuated by a sharp bite to your shoulder, the other hand gripping your hip.

“Love it, Dean, fuck.” You gasped, your eyes rolling back, the knot in your stomach coming faster this time, scratching at his hips, the hot-ass dip in his back— anything you could reach, really, you weren’t picky.

“That’s it baby girl, there you go—“ he panted, his hips thrusting against yours, just pushing you closer and closer, his mouth against your skin still, leaving open-mouthed kisses and harsh bites.

The sounds you were making were just pushing him closer and closer, he was just desperate for you, and he couldn’t control the words that blurted out of his mouth. “God, you look so damn perfect baby, so damn pretty, so much better than I ever dreamed—“ Sure, he just revealed that he’d thought about this, but he still put your legs over his shoulders, leaning forward, splitting you in half and thrusting into you.

The new angle made your mouth fall open in a perfect ‘o’, and the feeling just overwhelmed your brain, made your body go positively wild, and you could swear some drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth. “D-Dean—”

Christ, he’s never seen anything so pretty.

He groaned as he took in the sight of you, your legs over his shoulders. “You like that, huh? You like it when I—“ his words were cut off with a strangled moan, you were just so perfect, he was never going to be able to get enough.

He managed to make a few more noises, some of them resembling your name, before he just dropped his forehead to your shoulder. “Baby— baby, need to come again in you, can I?“

You made a noise that sounded like a moaned yes, and you’d never known that being split in half by a guy would ever feel this good, your hands braced on the underside of your thighs. Well, that was a confirmation.

He groaned as he felt you nod against his shoulder, words being lost on him after that. That was a yes, a good, proper yes. He didn’t even know what he was saying, all that he knew was that he needed to give you it. So he just gave it to you hard, and fast, not letting up an inch. “Good girl, good girl, you’re doing so good, taking it so well, baby doll—” all the while, he panted against your skin.

He groaned against your skin, his mouth pressed to your shoulder. Hearing that, feeling you around him, he was done for, he was gone— “Yeah, baby, oh, you’re so good, so good, feels so damn good, I’m coming baby, I’m gonna—“

He let out a strangled moan, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight as he rode it out, burying his face into the crook of your neck, panting, grunting, smoothing your hair back as he spilled into you with a low moan.

You stroked his hair, helping him come down from it, feeling tired out— I mean, at least the pollen’s fucked out, right? Just… you hated witches now. You get Dean’s point— you didn’t before, but now you do.

He let out a weary groan, breathing still laboured and his skin was still flushed. When he came to and registered that you were stroking his hair, he let his head fall onto your chest, his head against your tits. Mm, like a pillow, feels s’nice.

“God, that was intense.” He whispered against your skin. “You okay, sweetheart?” He was spent, absolutely boneless and limp, and just content to lay there and bask in the aftermath of what you’d just done.

“Better than before.” You breathed, nodding, rubbing your cheek. “S’ not as sore as I thought it’d be, if I’m bein’ honest. But now I get why you hate witches.”

He let out a chuckle, which just sounds more like a quiet scoff, and he lifted his head up to look at you, a slight smirk on his lips. “Oh yeah? You get it now, huh?” His head returned to its original position after a few moments, and he nuzzled against you, an arm wrapping around your waist. “Not sore, huh? I didn’t go too hard on ya, did I?”

“No, but, uh…” You grinned cheekily. “Being carried to the bath would be much appreciated.” Oh, the little shit.

Of course.

He lifted his head to look at you, an entertained and amused look on his face. “Oh, you’re gonna be real cute, aren’t you?” He questioned, and then in a quick movement, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you against his chest.

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[suiana]

(yandere! vampire groom x gn! reader)

He just wanted you forever. Was that too much to ask for?

"I don't understand why you're being difficult. I thought you loved me."

You were a human, he was a vampire. You were destined to live a much shorter life than he is. In fact, he's already lived way longer than you have. 500 years without you. 500 years without having a meaning in life.

And now he's found you.

How could you be so cruel to deny both you and him eternal happiness? To take away the very reason he's willing to live?

"Why would you resist heaven's grasp? This is our fate, to be forever together. You know it."

His sharp nails grip your arms, eyes narrowing at you as he tries to convince you into seeing his point of view. He really just wants to shake you until you give in, but he probably will achieve the opposite if he does so.

"Come on, a human life is pathetic. You can barely live a hundred years. I am not seeing my spouse wither away in front of my eyes."

Your vampire groom's tone turns desperate as he grips the sleeves of your wedding outfit. You look absolutely beautiful, he thinks. All dressed up like the angel you are.

You'll look even more beautiful when you're turned.

"Why are you so hesitant to be a vampire? Surely being human is not that important to you."

But it is. He knows that. You've told him multiple times already. That you don't want to live forever, to see all your friends and family die in front of your eyes.

His eyes narrow slightly as you remain silent. He leans in even closer, face stern as if challenging you to speak back.

"Come on, is being human more important than being with me?"

"I- and if I say yes?"

The vampire's jaw locks at your answer as his grip on your upper arms tighten ever so painfully. Wrong answer. He didn't like that response of yours at all.

"You'd let me watch you die? You're cruel, you know that?"

He spits in your face as he pushes you against fhe church pew. The candles around you burn bright, their wax dripping to the cold floor of the church.

If you squint hard enough, you'd see a hint of fear in his cold eyes. Fear of losing you. Fear of you dying . Fear of you being ripped away from his embrace.

"But you should respect my choice-"

"And watch you die?! When it could all be prevented?!"

His voice is shrill, eyes widening in a mixture of anger. You wonder if you've ever seen him like this before. Seen him this angry and fearful, or this desperate and annoyed. He's always put you before him. Never asked you for anything but your love.

"Come on my love... You're not seriously dead set on staying human, are you? You'd be so beautiful as a vampire too. I'd let you drink from me and we'd be together forever!"

His grip on your arms grows tight before he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. You remain silent, unmoving, rooted in your place. You didn't want to say anything. You know anthing you say will only anger him further anyway. He's so dead-set on turning you.

You'll reject him every step of the way though.

"I said no... Can't you just-"

"No. You're being selfish."

His words cause you to pause and think. You? Selfish? Well...

"Can't I have at least one thing? I deserve it. I deserve you."

You feel his lips touch the softness of your skin, his teeth threatening to pierce you. Instinctively, you try to push him away. No way! Was he actually trying to turn you into a vampire right now?

Your beloved groom merely holds your wrists down before nipping at your neck. Wait wait wait! Just hold on a moment-

"If you can't see it on your own... It is my duty to help you see it."

You lock eyes with your vampire groom, blood running cold as he slips a ring onto your finger.

"After all, I belong to you now, as you belong to me. In life and in death."

You feel a surging pain in your body as his teeth sink into your flesh. It's not like the bites he uses when he feeds, no. This time, it's clear he's doing it to lock you with him for eternity. To keep you with him.

"I am your husband now, my love."

Yours, forever and now.

Just like you are his, forever and now.

[captain-huggy-bear]

Constellations on Your Cheeks

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Making out? But nothing past that

Summary: Just a soft moment between you and Luke and his freckles and birthmarks.

Notes: I just think he's a cute little connect the dots, y'know? This is so short because really there's not much to it, but I hope people enjoy the softness anyway and I really need to find a man to make out with cause I miss it, man....

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

"What are you doing?" Luke's eyes are closed but he can still feel the way your finger traces rhythmic patterns across his skin. Your nail tracing from his forehead down to the middle of his brows then to the side of his nose, the top of his lip, his chin, his neck and back up to his cheek.

His lip twitches with a smile at the feeling, the gentle way you trace his skin as you lay on top of him. He knows that if he opens his eyes you'll be smiling at him, chin resting on the centre of his chest like you were made to rest there.

"Counting your beauty spots...." You watch the way his lip twitches in a smile, the way his eyelashes flutter against the height of his cheeks as you count each beauty mark that covers his skin. You've always liked Luke's beauty marks, something uniquely him the way they dot his skin like a series of stars. Like he wouldn't be look without them.

"Oh?"

"Mmm, it's like you have constellations on your skin." You watch the way Luke flushes red, cheeks turning pink as does the tips of his ears as he squeezes his eyes shut tighter and tries to hide a grin.

You lean forward to press a kiss to the little black mark at the hollow of his neck, a little soft kiss that makes Luke's skin tingle and his smile twitch further. He tries his best not to move, a little worried you might stop as you move on to the next mark on his neck, another soft little kiss to the left side of his neck, then just beneath his jaw. This one you spend a little more time on and he can't help the giggle the huffs out of him when you suck a little mark there.

"Careful, you little vampire..."

You pull back to admire the red mark you've left over the beauty spot, glaring and obvious, liable to get him some jokes in the locker room and likely to last for at least a few days. "You ashamed of me, Lukey?"

His smile grows a little wider, a little peak of his teeth showing, as you look down on him, eyes still closed to you, lashes long and fluttering across his cheeks. "No, but the boys might be concerned if I look mauled...."

"Are you calling my love bites a mauling?" Your voice huffs out in offense even as you joke about it, fingers tapping on the beauty spots across his skin now that your mouth is more occupied with bantering with your boyfriend.

"If the shoe fits..."

"I guess no more kisses for you then..." You go to pull away, sitting upright on his lap as Luke's eyes pop open wide, large hands reaching for your hips to pull you back closer again, "No, hey! Come back here! More kisses please...I thought you were counting my beauty spots, can't do that without kisses..."

"I can't?" You tease, smiling down at him as you let him pull you a little closer. Your hands resting on either side of his head as he looks up at you with a pout, curls falling away from his face against the pillow under his head.

"No, the kisses are the important bit, vital." Luke gives you a serious stare, brows furrowing as if the idea of counting his marks without a single kiss was ludicrous, as silly as trying to chop a carrot without a knife.

"Mmm, So I should probably start again, huh? Since I've lost count?"

"Mmhmm, definitely, baby." He grins up at you, neck elongating so you can start again from the hollow of his throat and you can't help but shake your head at him and his ridiculous antics even as it makes you smile because he's so smitten and it's so silly.

"One..." You press a kiss back to the hollow of his throat, the little mark there hidden by your attention as Luke's hands tighten on your hips.

"Two..." A kiss to the left side of his neck, soft and sweet, almost ticklish as his hands slide up to your waist, gripping just a little tighter as his breath shakes and his eyes flutter shut again.

"Three," You reach the hickey you've left as his hands run up to your ribs, squeezing once, twice, three times. His chest falls and rises in an even rhythm, smile wide.

You reach his chin, a kiss to a small almost imperceptible mark there, "Four," and then the two just above his lips, "Five and six." He almost chases you for a kiss to the lips but you avoid his smile like the plague, instead you kiss the mark on the side of his nose, the one that is so, so quintessentially Luke that if it disappeared he just wouldn't be the same man anymore.

"Seven..."

You linger there, a few kisses to that one mark as his hands twitch on your ribs and his cheeks return to a ruddy colour, warmth infusing them at the attention you treat him to.

Your lips move to the marks between his brows and over to the few on his forehead, counting each in turn until there are none left and you simply breathe over him, his hands tight on your body, his smile wide.

You raise a hand to smooth over his brows, fingers trailing down his cheek until you lightly grip his jaw, just enough to help guide his lips to yours. He sighs into your mouth, happy, pliant under you knowing that he's being treated, taken care of, that his brain can shut off for a minute.

He doesn't really think about it when his hands slip down into the back pocket of your jeans to pull you further up and against him. Doesn't really think when his mouth opens under yours, letting your tongue slip in and against his own. Barely considers who he even is when you sigh against him, your fingers tangling in his curls.

All he cares about is you. The warmth of you against him, the softness of your body, the way you sigh into his mouth and turn pliant, so pliant he could do whatever. Instead, he's content just like this, kissing languidly in the dim light of his bedroom.

He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, eyes dark and pupils blown wide, "You're staying over, right?"

You hum in confirmation, nose brushing against his own and he can't help but grin knowing that you're staying over and don't have to leave him for hours and hours and hours.

He can't help the way he grips your waist and flips you under him, his turn to press kisses to every freckle, every beauty mark across your skin as you giggle underneath him, ticklish and sensitive.

[fluffylino]

railway inspired drabble ⚘️‼️

im fucking screaming at the scene where the blood drips out of his mouth and down into the other's mouth. aaaaa screaming without the s

-contains mature themes (chris is mean and not very nice, choking and strength kink, darker themes)

"trust me, darlin and stop trying to run"

his hand firmly pushing down onto your neck. fingers tightening around the base of your neck. you gasp, struggling to escape.

partly blinded by the rags tied over your half your face. catching a glimpse of the creature above.

.

.

this was a bad idea. wandering into the abandoned infirmary and nearby asylum for a few ingredients was not a great idea.

doing this for an acquaintance who you weren't on good terms with, made it feel worse. sometimes desperation fuels a person into doing things that are unusual.

a witch like you? in vampire territory?

no. this was the holy grave.

that too a place where no one dared to go... that was a death sentence.

confrontation with christopher. a man who no one believed was real.

was in fact very real. and very terrifying.

hiding yourself as the other zombified prisoners was the only idea that came to mind.

however it wasn't the best idea at all.

he'd hunted you through the corriders. chasing you down particularly till the open airs. barricaded and within the grass patches outside the asylum.

the end was near? or was it?

.

.

body arching upwards at the heat that licks up your legs. spreading straight to your core. a sensation that has you squirming.

everything blurring when his mouth finds its way to your heat. tongue slipping against your soaked folds.

canines grazing the swollen bundle of nerves in a way that heightens your senses. he's pulling you onto his tongue, tasting you entirely.

unaware of how you ended up in this situation. until you realise this situation wasn't taking place.

atleast in reality.

it was all in your head.

he was in your head. tricking you into being compliant. submissive only to him.

"you seemed to have enjoyed that, didn't ya?"

he cooes, laughing without much care for the fact that he had now kept you pinned to the floor with his booted foot.

hand slipping up to choke you harder.

"dirty girl. or should i say filthy little witch"

a flash of terror ignites within you. minutes to tasting death.

a little more force, a snap and your life would be over in his hands. in the hands of a blood thirsty cold blooded killer of the night.

"you thought i'd be dumb enough to not catch a whiff of your scent"

his lips curve upwards into a condescending smile.

"i'm smarter than you think. i'm everything you think i'm not"

"I knew it from the beginning. hiding? hiding gets you nowhere little one" and you fight back the tears in your eyes. going lightheaded.

watching him bite at his own wrist. whipping his head back with force. not a glimmer of pain in his expressions.

stoic and eerily cold. even as his arm bled. crimson red dripping out of his mouth. staining his chin.

his fingers cupping under your jaw. keeping your mouth open unconciously to gasp for air.

kicking at the grass under you at the warmth of his own blood dripping right onto your tongue.

tastebuds firing up at the iron like taste.

eyes fluttering as his darkened pupils stared straight into your soul. parting his lips further to spit more blood for you to swallow.

"h-hah" you gurgle, desperately trying to grab onto him. any part of him. wrapping weak hands around his covered biceps. clawing at the skin.

"take it like a good girl" and you moan. breathing heavily around the two digits he pushes past your lips.

pressing down on your tongue, making you swallow. his nails prodding deep enough to make you gag.

"i said take. it." and it shouldn't be so arousing. you can't control the slick that pools between your thighs. cunt throbbing and weeping for him.

even more so...now that he had imprinted himself on you.

you didn't know what to classify him under. an original vampire? a half turned werewolf?

whatever he was...he was powerful. controlling. thirsty for blood. thirsty for ruthless killing.

its only when you sob out. grinding onto his boot with relentless hips. that he pins you down. licking the redness that dribbles out of the corner of your lips.

"shush now, my sweet thing" he cooes, kissing the tears that stain your cheeks. his fingers tugging away the cloth covering your face.

"hush hush pretty girl" the vampire trails a finger down to your lips. firmly shutting you up.

"i'm in control of you from now"

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the mv screwed up my brain and now all i can think of is mister christopher bahng-

[werecreature-addicted]

okay but what about going on a trip and your vampire boyfriend misses you, he just can’t keep his hands off you for hours after you’ve returned constantly manhandling you and whispering how much he’s missed you and the things he’s thought about while jerking off whilst you were away

perhaps even taking a little bite to taste the blood he’s missed oh so much while you were gone ;)

You end up getting back home in the middle of the day. Your vampire boyfriend can't help but pace back and forth impatiently waiting for you to come home, annoyed that he's trapped indoors by the sun.

"Hey, I'm-" You don't even get to finish the sentence before you get swept up into his arms, his mouth covering yours in a deep kiss.

"Missed you," he mumbles against your mouth before pushing his tongue past your lips. He pushed you back against a wall and slid a hand up your shirt, groping you as you kissed.

"I can tell," you think to yourself, still unable to voice the thought with his mouth on yours. you'd missed him too, it had been too long without his cold hands on your body and his teeth in your neck. You might have to go out of town more if this was the kind of welcome home you got.

"I need you right now," he growls, breaking the kiss briefly.

"Take me then," you challenge. He doesn't even bother taking you up to the bed, he just turns you around and bends you over the first flat surface he sees, which happens to be an antique coffee table. He tugs at your clothes, punning you down.

"You have no idea how badly I missed you," he groans you press your ass back and feel his hard cock press against you.

"I've got some idea," you tease, then sigh in pleasure feeling his mouth on your neck, kissing softly. "Bite me, please," you beg.

"not yet, I want to be in you when I bite," he murmurs. "that's all I could think about the entire time you were away, how badly I wanted to drink your blood while fucking you, wanted to feel my pretty girl cum while I bite." you can feel his cock press into you, filling you in one swift stroke.

"did you touch yourself while I was gone?" you ask, your voice shaking as he starts slowly thrusting into you.

"I did, couldn't help myself, I got so hard thinking about what I'd do when you got home, how I'd fuck this pretty pussy so hard you'd never leave me again," he whimpers. you can picture it perfectly, him alone on your bed touching himself and smelling your pillow, or maybe a pair of your underwear that he'd stolen.

"I- ahh- I didn't leave I was on a work trip," you protest. He didn't say anything coherent, just mumbled against your neck before biting you hard, his sharp teeth puncturing your skin your warm blood spilling over into his mouth. after that, you don't say much at all.

[enchantress-arc]

You should become a vampire woman's thrall today!

Benefits-

Bliss!

No more difficult decision making!

Mindless obedience!

Live in a castle without having to pay rent!

Lots of other thralls to use and be used by!

No more job searching or need to keep employment, just help the other thralls clean and take care of mistress!

Lots of hugs and kisses and cuddles and bites on the neck!

Lots of cute new clothes that show off how beautiful and obedient you are!

The pleasure of getting to service mistress, and if you're especially good, even getting to feel her please you! How could you possibly refuse? (You can't)

What do you have to lose besides-

Just a tiny bit of blood, you'll be fine without it anyway.

Your free will, not that you really wanted to keep it in the first place.

So why wait? Be a good little toy, and become a thrall today!

[loveritas]

Kinktober Day 2 - Vampire! Gojo

contains: nsfw content (mdni), fempov, pnv (unprotected), creampie, biting/marking, blood drinking, oral (reader receiving), fingering, teasing, he calls you 'dove' - for more kinktober here - wc: 4.1k

The room was bathed with golden, warm candlelight dancing across the walls. The air was thick with tension-one brought about by too much pent-up desire. You felt the intensity of Satoru looking at you with those icy blue eyes which pierced through the dim lighting, fixed only on you.

His interest in you had always been apparent, even when you didn't know what he truly was. Now, with full knowledge of him being a vampire, everything fell into place: how observant of you he always had been, keenly aware of your presence. It was in the hunger visible behind his gaze whenever he was near. It wasn't just infatuation.

This ran so much deeper and darker.

You were pinned beneath him now, his body cool against the heat of your skin, his lips grazing your collarbone in teasing, measured touches. Each scrape of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, but the way his teeth skated over your skin was what really got your heart racing.

"Your pulse," Satoru breathed, the low huskiness in his voice sending a thrill through you. "I can hear it. I can feel it." He pressed a cold hand to your chest, over your heart, his lips grazing your neck as he spoke. "It drives me insane."

His mouth trailed down your throat, gently kissing and running his teeth softly along the skin but never breaking it. He left little hickeys in his wake until your breath caught in your throat. The feeling was intoxicating, this threat of pain and pleasure all mixed together into something you couldn't resist. He was always this way: hungry, obsessed, dangerously possessive when it came to you.

And there was no mistaking how badly you wanted him too.

"Satoru…" you whispered, your fingers curling into his hair as you pulled him closer, almost like you were daring him to bite.

He chuckled softly against your neck, the low sound sending chills along your spine. "You want it, don't you, dove?" he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive spot where your pulse thrummed just beneath the surface. "You want me to bite you."

It wasn't a question. He knew. He always knew.

His fangs teased the skin, teasing and taunting with promises of what would be. His hold on you would tighten as his hand slid to the small of your back, pressing against yours, his cold skin so very far away from the growing heat inside.

“You drive me crazy," he whispered huskily, frustration and longing breaking through in his voice. "I just can't get enough of you."

Then, without a second of hesitation, he plunged his fangs into your neck.

The sharpness of the bite had you gasping, your body taut for that instant the pain hit, but it quickly melted into something else-something much darker, a great deal more pleasurable. You let out a small breathy moan with just the sting of his bite. His fangs drove deeper, drinking from you with a hunger that was endless. His other hand held onto your hip, holding you in place possessively while he drank from you, needing it just as much as you wanted it.

The feeling was overwhelming, the pain evident, but the way his mouth moved across your skin, the way his tongue tasted the blood that spilled was nothing short of intoxicating. It had been some sort of drug, the pain and pleasure melting into one another so fluidly that you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

He leaned back an inch or so, his lips red with your blood, his eyes dark with hunger. He looked at you as if you were his, as if no one else could ever have you, and that possessiveness made your pulse quicken.

“You taste so fucking heavenly,” Satoru said softly, his voice thick with desire as he leaned in to press a blood-stained kiss against your lips. The metallic tang mixed with the taste of him, made you dizzy, your senses overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. “I could do this forever.”

His hands roamed over your body as he kissed you deeply, the primal hunger in him, gently tugging your bottom lip with his fangs, a silent reminder of the power he had over you. But it wasn't just about power; it was about need, a need that was his obsession.

He leaned in and started kissing down your neck, his lips trailing over the bite mark he had left, licking at the blood still trickling from the wound. It was almost too much, the tenderness of his touch, the soothing of his tongue against the pain. Every moment with him was a contradiction, the danger and the ecstasy, the fear and the love-blurred together.

“You are mine” he whispered, his tone low and possessive, before he nipped at your skin once more, this time softer. “No one else can touch you like this.”

His words, laced with dominance, sent a rush of heat through you. Your hands moved almost on their own, slipping under the fabric of his shirt, tracing the firm muscles of his chest. His skin, cold but electrifying, made you crave more, needing to feel him, to pull him closer. 

Your fingers wandered lower, your touch bolder as you ran them over his abdomen, but before you could go lower, Satoru’s hand caught your wrist. A low hum of laughter escaped his lips as he looked down at you, eyes gleaming with mirth. "Ah," he teased softly, smugness laced within the tone. "A bit eager, aren't you, dove?”

His fingers clutched your wrist firmly, yet didn't hurt you, holding you in place as his eyes stared into yours. "I didn't think you'd be this desperate for me already," he whispered, leaning in so close his breath ghosted your lips. “But then again… You always seem to lose yourself when I bite you.”

Your cheeks flushed, but the desire in his eyes mirrored your own. You couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him, especially when his touch made every nerve in your body ignite. Still, you squirmed under his hold, trying to free your hand, and he loosened his grip just enough to let your fingers slide down his body again, tracing the hard lines of muscle. His body tensed slightly at your touch, but that only fueled your need to feel more of him.

Satoru’s smirk widened as he watched you, his eyes darkened with lust. “Tsk, tsk,” he clicked his tongue, his other hand brushing a lock of hair away from your face. “You’re so impatient, darling.”

His teasing voice made you nervous, but it didn't keep you from reaching for him, trying to close the distance between your bodies. Your hand slipped lower and just as your fingers brushed the waistband of his pants, he was on you again pushing you back against the bed with a playful growl.

"So damn needy," he purred. "Do you want me that badly?" You could see the hunger in his eyes, but he was savouring this, relishing the control he has over you.

His hand slid down your waist, tugging your hips against his. "You’re practically begging for me, " he murmured, his lips against your ear.

“I don’t beg,” you managed to say, your voice breathless and defiant, even as your body betrayed you, arching into him.

He chuckled, clearly amused by your attempt at resistance. “No?” he murmured, his lips trailing down to the curve of your neck again. “Then what do you call this?” His fangs scraped lightly along your skin, enough to catch your breath but not to bite-not yet.

Your hands roamed over his back, desperate to pull him closer, feel every inch of him, but he was going at his own pace, teasing with every touch. He was right, you were practically begging for him, but there was something thrilling in the way he made you wait, made you crave each second of it that much more.

His fingers trailed across your skin, torturously slow in their gentleness, deliberate in every way-a show of control over you. “What do you want, hm? Tell me.”

“You know what I want,” you breathed, your voice coming out shakier than you intended, your hand slipping lower, smoothing over his bulge with bold need.

His eyes flared with a mix of amusement and hunger as you touched him, his jaw tightening. “Oh, I know,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But I want to hear you say it.”

The playful smirk never left his face as he watched you squirm beneath him, your body aching for the release only he could give. He was enjoying every second of this—holding you just at the edge, making you admit how much you craved him.

You tried to hold back, but the way his hips pressed against yours, the friction he was deliberately denying, made it impossible. “I want you,” you whispered, the admission spilling out before you could stop it, your other hand pulling him in closer. “Please.”

Satoru’s lips curled into a triumphant smile, his eyes gleaming with victory as he finally let go of his teasing restraint. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. In one swift movement, he closed the remaining distance between you, his mouth crashing against yours in a searing kiss, full of the passion and hunger he had been holding back in the prior one.

His hands moved quickly now, no longer teasing, as they roamed over your body, sliding beneath your dress to explore every inch of you. His touch was electric, sending sparks through your skin as he claimed you completely, his body pressing into yours with a newfound urgency.

Satoru’s lips left yours, his mouth trailing fire down the side of your neck, marks of his claim already showing. Each kiss he pressed to your flesh was filled with hunger and something darker. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice gruff as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs to spread them apart as he settled between them.

The change in him was palpable. The teasing was gone and in its place, a primal need that you could feel in the way his body moved against yours. His fingers danced over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He worked his way down, his lips followed the trail of his hands as he peppered small kisses down your body, taking his time with each touch as he savoured the moment.

The anticipation was nearly unbearable, your body trembling beneath him, craving more of his touch, more of the way he made you feel like nothing else mattered but him. He chuckled darkly when he felt you press into him again, desperate for the friction that only he could give. “So eager,” he murmured, his voice laced with that same smug amusement, even as his own desire became harder to restrain. “Look at you... already falling apart under me.”

His words sent a shiver through you, but before you could respond, he lowered himself between your legs, his lips hovering just above your panties as he licked a stripe along the fabric, “You want me to take you like this, don’t you?” His fingers traced the outline of your folds through the already damp fabric, teasingly light, enough to make you gasp but not enough to satisfy the growing need inside you. “I can feel how badly you want it.”

You nodded, breathless, barely able to form words as his fingers pressed against you more firmly. “Yes… please, toru,” you whispered, your voice a broken plea, your hips bucking up against him.

He growled low in his throat at the sound of your voice, at the way you begged for him, his eyes darkening with raw desire. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his voice rough and edged with satisfaction as he tugged the cotton fabric to the side, a finger sliding along your slit, drawing a moan from your lips.

He slid a finger inside you, not  facing much resistance as you were already soaked for him. The pleasure was immediate, your body responding to him as though it had been made for him. You gasped as he quickly added another finger, the two working inside you with deliberate precision. He was relentless in the way he touched you, each movement calculated to drive you higher, to make you fall apart under his control.

“You’re divine,” he whispered against your core, his tongue darting out to follow the path his fingers had taken, working through your folds with an intense hunger. “Every part of you… is mine.”

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes that had you clutching the sheets beneath you. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and his fingers driving you wild, each flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through your body, leaving you aching for more. He momentarily withdrew his fingers to spread your folds and flatten his tongue along your pussy, not daring to miss a single part.

The noises were obscene as he sucked on your clit eagerly, it was the same desire he felt for the blood that ran through your veins but amplified tenfold.

Satoru groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core as he increased the pace, his fingers slipping back inside, moving in tandem with his tongue, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging at the white strands as you arched against him, your moans growing louder with every passing second.

“Satoru,” you whimpered, his name spilling from your lips in a desperate cry as the pressure inside you built to an unbearable level, your body tightening, trembling under his skilled touch.

He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his mouth slick with your arousal, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “Not yet,” he teased, his voice low and full of control as he slowed his movements, keeping you on the brink of release without letting you fall over the edge. “You’ll come when I say.”

The frustration mixed with pleasure made you groan, your hands gripping his shoulders as you tried to pull him closer, needing him to push you over the edge. But Satoru wasn’t ready to let you have that release yet, his hands stilling as he kissed his way back up your body, leaving you teetering on the brink of pleasure.

His fingers slid from inside you, and you could feel the loss immediately, your body aching with the need for more.

Before you could whine in frustration, he tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock, the tip looking desperate to be touched. He pressed his hips against yours, his cock, hard and throbbing, grinding against your soaked core. Your body reacted immediately, hips bucking against him as you sought the friction, but Satoru moved at his own pace, teasing you with every slow, deliberate thrust.

He watched you with dark, hungry eyes as you writhed beneath him, completely at his mercy. "Tell me you love me-" he whispered, his voice quiet as he rocked his hips against yours, barely giving you what you needed. "Say it

“I do” you gasped, your nails digging into his back as you tried to pull him closer, needing more of him, needing him to finally give you what you were craving. “I love you, I swear-”

His smirk returned, and with one swift movement, he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pushed his cock inside you, inch by agonising inch. The feeling of him filling you completely made your back arch off the bed, a moan escaping your lips as he buried himself to the hilt.

His lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss, his hips stilling inside you as he drank in the sound of your moan, swallowing the noise. His hands gripped your waist with a firm grip that you knew would leave a mark, pulling you closer as though he needed you pressed against him in every possible way. 

The pressure of his body, the way he filled you completely, left you gasping for air, desperate and overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Just as you began to move, trying to create some friction between your bodies, he growled low in his throat, his hands stilling your hips. He wasn’t done with his control, his game of teasing you to the edge. 

His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down the side of your neck. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, and the anticipation made your pulse quicken, knowing exactly what was coming.

“You’re never leaving me,” he whispered, the words like a dark promise as his fangs brushed your skin. His hips rocked against you slowly, dragging out the pleasure until you were trembling beneath him, your body a mess of need and desire. “And I want to make sure you know that.”

Before you could even respond, his fangs sank into your neck, sharp and deeper than the first time, the sudden bite sending a shock of both pain and pleasure through your body. You cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, the sensation overwhelming. It was almost too much—the feeling of him inside you, his teeth piercing your skin, his tongue lapping at the blood that spilled from the wound—it all blurred together into one, making you dizzy.

His slow, deliberate pace became more frantic, more primal. He thrust into you with a newfound intensity, each movement driving you further toward the edge as he drank from you.

The pain of the bite faded quickly, replaced by a dizzying pleasure as he sucked at the wound as his hips snapped against yours with a ruthless rhythm, his cock hitting all your sweet spots, the pleasure borderline bruising your insides. Your vision blurred as you felt yourself completely lost in him, lost in the way he claimed you so thoroughly, the way he held you.

You moaned his name, your voice breaking as you felt yourself nearing the edge, your body tightening around him as you clung to him for dear life. Every nerve was on fire, the pleasure of him inside you mixing with the lingering sting of the bite.

Satoru’s growl deepened as he felt your body tighten around him, your moan echoing in the room like a melody only he could hear. His hips moved faster now, the once deliberate rhythm replaced by a primal, uncontrollable need. Each thrust was harder, deeper, his pace relentless as he drove into you with an intensity that left you gasping for breath.

The pain from his bite had long faded, replaced by the heady pleasure that coursed through you with every pulse of his hips, every time his fangs dragged against your skin. His mouth never left your neck, his lips stained red with your blood as he licked and sucked at the wound, drinking from you as though he could never get enough.

Your body was completely overwhelmed by the raw, consuming pleasure that left you trembling beneath him. His name spilled from your lips again and again, a broken, desperate sound that only seemed to fuel his desire. He groaned against your skin, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down your spine, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading your legs further apart as he angled deeper, his cock hitting spots you didn’t even know he could.

"That's it," he purred, his voice rough with hunger as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze wild and dark. His eyes, clouded with lust, locked with yours, and there was something almost feral in the way he smirked. "Let go for me."

You could barely speak, the intensity of his pace robbing you of words, but the way you clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, was all the answer he needed. Your body moved instinctively with his, meeting his rough, demanding thrusts as he pushed you closer to the edge, every movement making the knot of pleasure inside you coil tighter and tighter.

"Come on, dove" he urged, his voice low and commanding as he felt you trembling beneath him. His lips found your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to feel you fall apart."

The intensity of his words, the way his hips slammed against yours with a ruthless pace, was too much. The pressure inside you finally snapped, pleasure ripping through you like a storm. Your body arched against him, your nails raking down his back as your release consumed you. His name spilled from your lips in a breathless cry, your entire body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Satoru groaned deeply as he felt you clench around him, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you with even more force, chasing his own release. His thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he lost himself in the feeling of your body, the sound of your moans, the taste of your blood still lingering on his tongue.

With a final, deep thrust, Satoru buried himself inside you, his release hitting him hard as he groaned your name against your neck. His body shuddered against yours, his fingers digging into your hips as he filled you completely, thick ropes of cum shooting as far as they could, his pace finally slowing as the last waves of pleasure coursed through him.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, your bodies still pressed together as the intensity of the moment lingered between you. Satoru’s lips brushed over the bite mark he had left on your neck, soothing the wound with soft, tender kisses, the possessiveness in his touch still palpable even in the aftermath.

Your body was still buzzing, trembling slightly beneath him, but there was a strange sense of peace in the way he cradled you now, in the aftermath of all the intensity. You couldn’t find words, your mind still reeling from the storm he'd unleashed inside you, but your hands moved instinctively to stroke his back, your touch soft and affectionate, grounding yourself in the feeling of his skin beneath your fingers.

Satoru sighed against your neck, his breath warm and soothing as he finally lifted his head to look at you. His pale blue eyes, clouded with the remnants of desire, held a certain tenderness now—something soft and possessive all at once, like you were a treasure he’d keep forever.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, his thumb brushing over the mark he’d left on your neck, as though to remind you of his words. The intensity hadn’t left him; it was there in his gaze, simmering beneath the surface, but there was a sense of devotion too, that made your heart clench.

You gazed over at him, feeling the weight of his claim, not just in his words but in every touch, every kiss he pressed against your skin. You were his, in a way that no one else ever could be, and somehow that possessiveness, that dark obsession of his, made you feel safe in his arms.

Satoru chuckled softly, leaning up to press a final kiss to your forehead. "I’m never letting you go, you know that?" His voice was low, filled with a promise that made your heart race all over again, despite the exhaustion settling into your bones.

You smiled softly, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his lips stained with your blood. "I wouldn’t want you to."

His smirk widened at your words, that cocky confidence returning to his features as he captured your lips in another kiss. "Good," he murmured against your lips, his voice a low purr as he pulled back to meet your gaze again. "Because you’re mine forever."

As he held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you, you realised that there was no going back. You were bound to him, just as much as he was to you, in this endless cycle of obsession, hunger, and love. And with the way his body curled protectively around yours, you knew he would never let you forget it.

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I can't recall if you take requests but.. The boys with a vampire lover? If you haven't already.. Been thinking about this for awhile, I just had to ask. And if you don't, Then I apologize for asking.

Vampire Lover!

Tags: mostly fluff, monsterxhuman, mention of blood (you’re a vampire duhhhh)

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, Choso, Nanami

An: Hi! My requests are open :) No need to apologize! Thank you for the idea <3 I hope this is what you meant btw this is the best I could come up with.. 😭

SATORU

Satoru would definitely be the type to beg you to bite him. You would always deny him and tell him that it’d be wrong for you to feed on him since he’s your boyfriend, but he gets all giddy at the idea of you biting him and drinking from him.

He always makes excuses for why you can’t attend events or different clan meetings if they’re during the day. You’re constantly known for having some sort of sickness that Satoru randomly came up with.

He’s very inquisitive: constantly asking you if people smell different based off their blood types, which blood type is the sweetest etc.

He also has the money to fund all consensual giving of blood to feed you for years on out. You never have to worry about going hungry or having to hunt for food. Another reason why you refuse to drink from him.

Satoru would at first be happy with his humanity. He doesn’t want immortality or to never age. He doesn’t want any more power than he already had. Though, when you randomly bring up to him that you’ll outlive him, he’s suddenly questioning whether being a human is for him or not.

The thought of you going on to live without him for as many years as this earth stands drives him wild. He starts doing a lot of research, and he begins to ask you if you’ve thought about turning him. He’s definitely willing to give up his humanity if it means being by your side.

SUGURU

Suguru insists you drink from him to prevent harm from anyone else. At least, that’s what he tells you. In reality, he loves how much you rely on him. He adores each time you crawl up into his lap and gingerly kiss on his neck, obviously hoping to feed on him.

He’ll always tell you, “Go ahead, baby. Take what you need,” as he brushes his hair back from his neck. His hands would gently caress your back and bottom as you drank from his neck.

He’d never stop you either, even if you took a bit too much from him because that’s when you’re extra doting on him. You’re super apologetic and tend to him like he’s some frail being. It’s the only time in his life that he’s looked at as weak, and he doesn’t mind it, especially not when your apologizing with kisses and bringing him anything he could possibly ask for.

Suguru lies to his found-family that you have a rare skin condition, and you can’t be in the sun at all. He makes sure everyone accepts you into their little group, and he even introduces you to his followers. You expressed fear about being around that many humans, but he loves to watch as you nervously make your way across the room, introducing yourself to everyone. He knows you’ll be itching to feed as soon as everyone’s gone.

Suguru wants to be by your side for forever, but he knows that if you turn him, then you can’t feed on him anymore. He’s stuck in a dilemma of choosing which is more important to him. His humanity isn’t even part of the equation as he gave that up a long time ago.

SUKUNA

Sukuna would be the type to laugh at you for needing blood as substance to keep you alive. He would mock and bully you saying things like, “Look at the worthless creature who’s really no better than a mere mortal.”

He’d tempt you by various means, sometimes even “accidentally” slicing his finger open so you could smell the blood that still somehow pulsed through his veins. Once you finally pled enough for his liking, he’d finally allow you to have a taste.

For the King of Curses, he has some of the sweetest tasting blood that you’ve ever had the pleasure of indulging. Though, he won’t let you drink from him often, instead he gifts you human sacrifices. He thinks of it as a courting present.

When he’s not being a little asshole towards you, he does enjoy lying in bed with you while you theorize about what the future holds for you two. He’d gently pet your hair and tell you not to worry your head about such foolish things.

Everyone in his inner circle already knows about what you are. If they’re fine with being associated with the literal incarnation of evil, then they should be completely okay with a vampire at his side.

He doesn’t have to give up his humanity to be with you for all eternity because he doesn’t have any humanity to begin with. You’re not even sure what would happen if you tried to turn him, but you’re not too keen on finding out.

CHOSO

Choso would be like Satoru in the sense that he’s constantly making sure that you’re fed. Given his blood manipulation cursed technique, he can feed you quite easily through various different means. Though he rather prefers when you bite him.

He relates to you on a deeper level, understanding what it’s like to be not quite human. He sympathizes with your struggles and tries to reassure that some humans will accept you for who you are.

Knowing that you can’t go out in the sunlight, Choso finds so many date ideas and things to do at night. You never feel like you’re missing out on anything because this man will make it happen, no matter what it is.

Only Choso and Yuji know you’re a vampire. He knows he said that humans will accept you, but he also knows some will try to hunt you down, and he’s not willing to take the risk.

Choso doesn’t have to give up his humanity to live forever with you, but he does wonder what would happen to him if he was half-curse and half-vampire. He’d become fixed on the idea, but you’d have to politely remind him that if he turned, his cursed technique would basically become useless.

NANAMI

Nanami would be such a cautious lover to a vampire, not because he’s scared of you. He loves you. He’s just worried about everyone else being around you.

He’d let you feed on him, but he brings around small blood bags for you to enjoy at all times! He even gets jazzy with it and makes you fun little drinks with the blood (while trying not to throw up because it probably repulses him). Nevertheless, the drinks always turn out good.

He holds an umbrella for you constantly if you insist on going out during the day time. If anyone asks why you need an umbrella, he snaps at them to mind their own business.

Nanami would tell no one that you’re a vampire. He doesn’t want anyone potentially leaking that information and bringing you into harm’s way. He prefers that he’s the only one who knows.

Unfortunately, I don’t see Nanami giving up his humanity to be with you forever, and you agree with him. He grows old beside you while you remain the same, and you give him the most fulfilling life possible.

[teddybeartoji]

bakugou and vampire!reader................ he's so unsure about everything, he doesn't really know what to do with himself or you or the fact that you're a vampire but when you kneel down in front of him and bat your eyelashes while asking to taste his blood, he really has no other option that to just let you do it. 

his heart is about to combust, he's sweating and he's squirming in his seat – with you sat between his thighs, gently cradling his hand and kissing his knuckles, it's impossible for him to calm himself. he feels a bit lightheaded from the way you're looking at him; your pupils are dilated, your eyes low, as you force down your own desire and focus on guiding him through his first time instead. 

he can't even bring himself to say anything when you ask him whether you can keep on going – he gives you a nod and you watch his adam's apple bob. you know him well enough to take this a sign to continue; he won't admit that he's nervous, no fucking way, but you do think it's sweet that he's still willing to let you do this. 

when your lips finally ghost over his wrist, he bites down a sound. 

he leans back on his free hand and throws his head back and you're forced to stifle a chuckle – he's awfully cute like this. a blush creeps up from under his shirt collar and without having to see him properly, you already know his face is doing any better either. his whole body burns, it feels as if he's on fire, but he refuses to back down. 

“how are we doing, suki, hm?”

something soars inside him; it spreads from his lower stomach – up and down, to his chest and to his thighs, to his arms and to his legs, to his fingers and to his toes. and you're really not even doing anything just yet. 

“g– good.”

his raspy voice breaks despite him trying to hold it together with all of his might. your hot breath warms his skin and he digs his fingers into the bedsheets below him – he curses his body for being so damn sensitive and he curses himself for being so weak for you. 

“i need you to look at me when i do it.”

his eyes pop open but he doesn't turn to look at you. he doesn't dare. 

“what for?”

“because i don't want to push you too far, baby. i need you to keep your eyes on me, so i can make sure of that.”

his chest heaves. 

“please?”

his body moves completely on its own when he cranes his neck to finally meet your starved gaze again. his answer is just a grumble and his reward is you pressing one last kiss to his wrist – you stay there with your mouth still against him and your eyes fixated on his dark ones for a moment before parting your lips and giving him a glimpse of your sharp teeth. 

bakugou sucks in a breath. 

you sink your fangs into his skin and he clenches his jaw. his whole body tenses up and you placing your free hand on his thigh does nothing to help him relax; his pupils grow bigger at the sight of you latched onto him, at the feeling of your tongue against him. the sensation of you draining his blood is weird to say the least but there isn’t a single part of him that wants to pull away. 

he’s mesmerized. 

when you trail your hand up over his body until you finally reach the middle of his chest, you give him a few pats, silently telling him to breathe again. he can see the mischievous glint in your eyes, he knows you’d tease him for it if you weren’t busy drinking his blood, and the flush on his cheeks deepens.

but it doesn’t take long before his mind starts growing hazy and you know you’ll have to stop a bit earlier than you usually do, but it’s not like you really mind. you watch how his blinking slows and feel his breathing finally begins to even out – pulling away from his wrist, his eyes widen a bit more as he watches you lick your lips clean and stand from your place between his thighs, only to straddle his hips instead. 

ignoring how tired his body suddenly feels, he snakes his arms around your middle anyway and lets you push him down onto his back.

you nip at his jaw and press yourself flush against him. “that wasn’t too bad, was it, baby?” 

the fact you’re so fucking close now makes bakugou’s head flood with filthier images than he’d like to admit but he blames it all on the delirium caused by the blood loss. he swallows down a groan as he kneads the plush flesh of your waist and shakes his head.

he thinks your hum sounds like a purr. 

and you think he looks extra cute like this. 

slowly, you tilt your head to the other side of his face and lower yourself down, so you can press your lips against his pulse point. “will you let me do it here next time, suki?”

goosebumps raise on his skin despite how warm he feels and his hips buck up into yours in an instant. 

“fuck…” 

“say yes.” 

bakugou doesn’t like to be told what to do. he doesn’t like when people order him around and he doesn’t like when people command him. 

“yes.”

[aayakashii]

Here's part 2! Thank you to everyone for being so understanding in regards to my burnout <3 everyone is super sweet and I'm really grateful!!

Part 1

their favorite type of kiss – Sinostra, Hotarubi, Obscuary and Mortkranken

Taiga – love bite

Taiga doesn't know how to love without telling the whole world that you're his. He bites and sucks on your skin when you tell him no, he can't write his name over every crevice of your body. He likes to see the darkened spots and the teeth marks on your neck – never deep enough to draw blood, but deep enough to be a reminder to you and the world that you're his, irrevocably so. Till death do you part.

Romeo – peck

Like a little white rabbit, Romeo is busy, busy, busy. He lays his claim on you by giving your lips a harsh, forceful peck whenever he passes by; holding your face between his hands and pressing his lips against yours for a short second (enough to take your breath away), before he's scurrying somewhere else, barking orders and scolding his men. He loves to do it on public as well – he wants everyone to see how he's the only one who can kiss you; he's adamant on not let you slip away from his hands.

Ritsu – wrist kiss

He figures it's the best way to show his affection for you without crossing any boundaries (even though you've already told him time and time again that you wouldn't mind if he kissed you on your lips). Ritsu feels like his every move speaks volumes for the way he feels about you – he cherishes you, but most of all, he respects you. Your soft pulse under his lips, when he lets them linger a little bit longer on your wrist, makes him sigh. You're the one thing that's his that isn't under his father's shadow; please, let him savor it slowly.

Subaru – nose kiss

It's how you get him out of his endlessly anxious mind. Whenever you can see the signs of Subaru spiraling, the dazed, vacant look in his eyes whenever he begins overthinking, you know it's time to act. He focuses his eyes on you as soon as you place your hands on his shoulders, and his breath hitches in his throat when you lean in and gently rub the tip of your nose against his. Like a light switch, all of his thoughts turn off, and he can only focus on the closeness of your body near his. If only he could replace his every nervous thought with the feeling of you.

Haku – prolongued kiss

It's the perfect way for him to show his devotion towards you. To have his hands roam around your body, as he tries to mold himself into your image – until he's perfect; divine; holy. He kisses you like he breathes (your lips, his oxygen), and if it wasn't for your desperate gasps, he would gladly let his vision darken if only it meant he could flood all of his senses with you, you, you.

Zenji – butterfly kiss

Zenji loves all that's different, and this applies to kisses as well. When you gently took off his glasses and leaned closer, letting your eyelashes flutter against his, he was sold. He was a changed man. He loved the ticklish feel of your lashes brushing against his cheek and his lashes entangling briefly with yours, but, more than anything, he loved when you explained that this was supposed to mimic the soft flutter of butterflies' wings – poetry in the shape of a chaste little gesture. You're truly someone after his heart, aren't you?

Ed – vampire kiss

Obviously. He likes to feel the thrum of your pulse under his lips, teeth sharpening but never breaking skin. You're warm under his cold hands and he rests his lips on your neck, tongue periodically darting out to give your skin a tiny lick – so so close to that lovely blood you have running in your veins. Maybe someday you'll let him taste it, but for now, he's fine with feeling to proof of your life drumming right under his lips.

Rui – palm of the hand kiss

He spent too long being unable to feel your hands on his skin. If he could worship every line on your palm and every digit on your fingers that run over his hair, his face and his body, he would. He kisses the palm of your hand reverently – a devout man thanking his god for a miracle granted. He kisses the palm of your hand and rests it on his cheek, relishing in your warmth; and he could die happily.

Lyca – cheek kiss

He doesn't know what he prefers: the kiss itself or how you always tell him he's your favorite boy whenever you kiss his cheek. Sure, he doesn't act like he loves it (his furrowed eyebrows and pout definitely make him look grumpy), but his tail wagging in top speed tells you all that you need to know. Lyca loves to feel like he's the center of your attention – he's all hands and stuttering words, asking for more kisses, more attention, more, more, more of you. When a dog offers you its belly, you have no option but to scratch it, right?

Yuri – nose peck

Yuri would rather die than fold and finally accept his affections towards you. He's too prideful, too arrogant for that which he sees as a failure on his part. But when you give his nose the tiniest little peck whenever he's too tired and dozing off over his books, how can he possibly resist it? Words fail him and his face feels scorching hot, but you look at him with so much fondness that, for once, his sharp and defensive words die on his tongue. You'll end up convincing him to melt under your hands, one nose peck at a time.

Jiro – jawline kiss

At first, he thinks it's mildly amusing, how you can't reach his lips and end up settling for a kiss on his sharp jaw. Except, as soon as he feels the soft touch of your lips and one of your hands holding his face in place, goosebumps prick his arms and he realizes that maybe he enjoys it more than he thought he would – the gentle coolness of your breath against his dry skin makes him shudder and his breath hitches in his throat. However, when he returns the favor, engulfing you with his frame, chapped lips tickling the sensitive skin of your jaw, he realizes that maybe having you melt and gasp because of his kisses is even better.

[chaepink]

DAY 1: BITE ME, BABY | BLOOD KINK

midoriya gets his blood sucked by you, a vampire, and maybe enjoys it a little too much

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ izuku midoriya x vampire!reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, begging, blood kink, biting, dry humping, slight choking kink, finger sucking

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.3k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

"Come on~ just a little taste, please?" You grin, flashing your sharp canine teeth at the shaking boy in front of you. Fear flashes in his eyes when he looks at your teeth, his eyes widening. He decides to quickly lower his head instead, avoiding eye contact and remaining unresponsive.

He wishes he hadn't wandered by himself into a seemingly unoccupied building in the middle of the woods at night just for a dare. If he didn't he wouldn't have been caught by you and pinned before he could do anything.

When he tried to escape by removing his hands from your grip and kicking you, he found out that you're much stronger than he was, having not even budged even when he used his quirk. The hand on his waist was seemingly innocent but now he know it was to keep him pinned against the wall.

You frown at his silence. This was turning out to be harder and taking longer than you thought. After ages of not being able to get any human blood, you're rather hungry and you're not sure how much longer you can last without any.

You lean forward slightly, your mouth near his ear as you whisper into it.

"Please? It probably won't even hurt." Well, you're not sure about that. "Plus-" you start, eyeing his pale neck that's right under, licking your lips. "Maybe it'll even feel pleasurable."

Midoriya shivers at the close proximity, squeezing his eyes shut. You can't see the look on his face but you can feel the heat starting to radiate off his face, making you grin. You can't help but give the top of his ear a small teasing bite, making his breath hitch, before leaning back to observe his face.

He's still looking at his feet and you give a small sigh, beginning to feel slightly bad for him.

"It probably won't even take that long-"

"O-Okay…"

You pause, having not heard what he quietly mumbled. You raise an eyebrow at him even though he's not even facing you "Hm? Say that again for me."

"i s-said okay, j-just..." Midoriya slowly looks up at you, a hint of fear still in his eyes. "Make it quick please...?"

You widen your eyes before laughing a little. "The sounded more like a question than a request. What convinced you, huh? The pleasurable part?" Midoriya blushes even more, shaking his head, trying to convince you otherwise.

"N-No…"

You're about to tease him but you notice him gulp, averting your attention back to his neck. Midoriya feels his heart beat faster at the way you're staring at his neck so intensely.

The hand that was pinning his hands goes trails down to his neck, wrapping around the back of it before giving the sides a small squeeze. You trust him to not run off and even if he did, you would be able to catch him pretty quickly.

"You have such a pretty neck, you know?" Midoriya tries to stutter out a response but the way one second you're still staring at his neck and the next second your teeth are hovering over his neck knocks the breath out of his lungs.

"Relax, it'll hurt more if you're tense." Midoriya unintentionally tenses even more at your words as a response so the hand on his side goes to squeeze his waist, signaling him to calm down.

"Besides, you won't turn into a vampire like I am. Well, only if you want me to turn you into one, of course," you joke. And before Midoriya can ask you what you mean by that, you sink your teeth into his soft flesh.

Midoriya lets out a gasp but it quickly turns into a small whine as he feels a sharp pain in his neck where you bite him. His hands quickly latch onto your shoulders for support, squeezing them tightly.

He feels his neck tingle, both from your bite and from the way one of your hands is gently squeezing his neck from time to time.

Ironically, he feels blood rush down to his lower parts as his breath turns ragged. It doesn't hurt a lot, it just feels… unusual. He won't admit it but it feels rather pleasurable in a way. Midoriya has to bite his lip to silence his noises.

It would be embarrassing if you found out that he got hard from you, a vampire, sucking his blood.

He feels your thigh against his tent but with his back flat against a wall already, he has to pray that you just don't feel or notice it anytime soon.

While sucking his neck, you feel something against your thigh and with interest, you decide to slightly push against it to find out what it is.

"ah ah s-stop"

You pause and decide to take your teeth out of his neck for a moment, quickly looking at the tent in his pants. You grin as you begin licking at the red bite mark, soothing it.

"My my my, it seems like someone got hard from a vampire biting their neck~"

Midoriya squeezes his eyes shut as he shakes his head but his flushed face gives it away.

"I'm not I-I swear it's just- ah!"

You push your thigh against his bulge again, laughing when Izuku lets out another noise.

"ah, but you are. What else would be this tent in your pants?" You press harder as Izuku continues to let out a whimper.

"I'm not done with you yet so go on and hump my thigh if you want. Don't think about silencing those cute noises you're letting out though, i quite like them."

You bite into Midoriya's neck again as he lets out a mewl. You feel him hesitantly grind on your thigh as you nibble on his neck. Though the slow grinds turn into hurried ones as he chases his orgasm.

It isn't long before he babbles out pleas and begs for you to let him cum. With your teeth still in his neck, you instead help him hump your thigh, quickening the pace.

Less than a minute later he's throwing his head back, a moan leaving his mouth as you squeeze his neck. You feel your thigh where he humped on slightly damp. Seconds later you release your fangs from his neck. Whilst looking at him, you teasingly lick your teeth, savoring the taste of his blood on them.

"Sweet." Midoriya blushes at your teasing and looks away from you.

"A-Are you done?" He looks at your with slightly hooded eyes and ragged breath. Instead of answering him, you notice a bead of blood on the second bite mark and scoop it up on your thumb.

"Look at me." Like an obedient puppy, he does what you told him to and looks at you, widening his eyes when you grab his chin and place your thumb on his bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

Without needing further instructions, he slowly opens his mouth wide enough for you to slide your thumb inside. Hesitantly, he begins sucking on it, letting out a whimper when the metallic taste of blood hits his taste buds.

You watch in awe as your thumb gets coated in his saliva, feeling his tongue touching it. You pull it out and Midoriya can't help but whine at the loss of contact.

You back away slightly to give him space and grin at him, once again flashing your fangs but this time Midoriya doesn't flinch. Instead, he feels himself get embarrassingly hard again, a weird fluttering feeling appearing in his stomach alongside it.

"What's your name, anyway?"

"M-Midoriya."

Your grin becomes wider. "Well, then Midoriya. I hope we meet again soon and I wouldn't mind if today's experience repeats itself."

And before he could ask for your name, you're out the window and when he runs to it to see where you've gone, he doesn't see you anywhere.

So with a tent in his pants and two suspicious fang marks on his neck, all he can he is walk back to his friends as he prays he can somehow meet you again.

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[dark-moonlust]

Making snow angels with your vampire mate

Pairing: vampire x f!human reader

Summary: you teach your vampire mate how to make snow angels.

Warnings: no smut, diva vampire, fluff overload, romantic moments, kisses.

Snowflakes fell softly from the sky, blanketing everything in a glittering, layer of white. The mansion behind you was a magnificent and imposing building, decorated by more shining snow. The landscape was peaceful and pretty but all you could see was him. Your mate was a sight amidst the snow, a tall, gorgeous vampire in a long dark coat.

You had brought him out here, eager to teach him the simple delight of making angels in the soft, fluffy snow. Your vampire mate had no idea snow could be pleasant and his attitude as he stood there staring at you, confused, told you he was still not convinced. You tightened your scarf over your neck, the cold air biting at your flesh. Unlike him, who was only wearing a light shirt and jeans, you were wrapped up like a burrito, with layers upon layers of clothing.

“You can't tell me you've lived for hundreds of years without making a snow angel! Now watch me, love!”

And with that, you flopped backward onto the fluffy snow with no hesitation. He widened his eyes at your fall but when the sound of your laughter bubbled up, he relaxed. He watched as you spread your arms and legs wide, moving them up and down through the snow, your melodic laughter ringing out in the quiet air.

“That’s it?” he asked, standing there, proud and supremely comfortable despite the biting cold. “It’s looks… undignified.”

You chortled. “Get down here, you diva. What’s the matter—afraid of a little snow?”

“Afraid?" He looked at his brand-new shirt as if debating whether he was truly willing to risk it for this. "Hardly."

"Don't make me tackle you down here myself," you joked, smiling up at him as you continued to move your arms, deliberately throwing small sprays of snow in his correction.

“You are a little devil,” he laughed before ultimately lowering himself next to you, lying flat on his back in the snow. He gave you a soft glance before moving his arms and legs, his movements rigid and extremely precise.

"Not like this!" you said, poking him with your boot. "Just relax… go with the flow and have fun!"

A low huff and he let go, his movements becoming looser and soon he was laughing alongside you, the two of you flailing around in the snow like children. His crimson eyes danced with liveliness, his sharp, chiseled face softened by a pure joyful smile that you rarely saw.

"See? I told you it’s fun!" you said when your snow angel was formed on the ground.

He glanced at you, grinning. “Never thought I’d have such fun making a snow angel. Do you know any more snow games?”

"Games hmm..." your hand leapt out, seizing a handful of snow and you flung it at him, flakes landing right on his face, dusting his perfect hair. “Gotcha!” you called out, scrambling on your feet and leaping away, seeking shelter.

“Oh, you're asking for it now," he said, taking a handful of snow and flinging it back at you— supremely gently. He had so much more strength than you, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“What was that fart of a move?” you found yourself laughing harder than you had in years.

“Can’t risk hurting you, babe!”

“You’re too much of a gentleman! And, I’m going to take advantage of it.”

You flung a couple more snowballs at him, but he dodged them all with ease, his motions smooth and fast. Just as you were going to aim again, he moved in a single, lethal motion, closing the gap between you. He held you in his arms, your chest pressed tightly against his own. A soft smile came across your lips and without thinking, you slipped your hands around his large shoulders, drawing him closer. His face was so near that you could see every beautiful curve of his jaw, every flawless line of his skin, every detail in his eyes.

“You’re my precious mate,” he said. “My warm sunshine in my heart.”

Head tilting, he claimed your mouth, his lips icy at first but warming with each caress, with each wet brush. You moaned, your fingers running through his smooth, black hair. You parted your lips, reveled in the touch of his tongue which danced with yours with a hunger that left you breathless. The kiss deepened, it was as if he was tasting you and taking your very soul.

Snow fell around you, glistening in the moonlight, but you didn’t care.

The kiss was alive and only when you were out of breath did you draw back.

"You have no idea how happy you make me," he murmured as he pressed tiny kisses on your cheek. “Giving me reasons to smile when I had none.”

"And you have no idea how loved you make me feel," you answered.

The world faded away when he kissed you again, his lips moving thoroughly, his tongue thrusting deep. The snow, the stars, the mansion—they all faded from your mind, leaving only his touch, his kisses, his love.

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[angelsrcute]

Haloo :D im wondering if u r taking requests now but if u r can u write a fyodor with immortal female reader ? It would be wonderful if u can can but u can ignore this request if u want to

“ But can't you see my dear? I am your doppelganger ♡”

⌗ A LOVE IMMORTAL SUCH AS MINE, WILL COME TO ME, ETERNALLY. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Immortal!Vampire!Fyodor + Sub!Immortal!Vampire!F!Reader ➜ cws: Modern au, Jealous!Fyodor, Vampire themes, fwb → lovers, alcohol mentions, biting, unprotected sex + use of lube, tit play, overstimulation, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), slight Yandere!Fyodor(?), Soft!Fyodor.

꒰ † ੭ — this ended up being my longest fic ever, lol, 1.3k words!! I am taking reqs! + a lil inspiration from olgami, it's such a good webtoon. (人´∀`)♪ Translation: "Мышка" (myshka)

When humans age, they die and pass on to the afterlife, don't they? Death was something that never came to you, ah immortality, such a cool thing. It was more like a curse to you, humans coming and going, years passing by but still no one seemed to notice the same face walking among them for all these decades. Faces unrecognisable as you try to remember their names, their relation with you, not that it mattered anyway.

Relationships were a nuisance, blink and they're already gone, dead, as you stand in their funeral. It was a really funny thing, oh how you wished you could die instead of watching your loved ones die.

Fyodor Dostoevsky. Not a famous name for humans but for vampires, they say he's the oldest vampire to ever live. Have you ever met with him? You did, decades ago, in his bed, in his mansion, fyodor needed some relief and so did you.

He was the one who saved you from your death, why? Because he thought you were interesting. He'd take care of you and teach you how to hunt, how to kill people and make sure no one finds out. He seemed like a lonely man too, house deep in the woods, living all by himself.

The other vampires though, had this bloodlust, to kill him, to become the lord themselves. Everyone clawing at any chance they get, to paint their fingers red with his blood. You never understood their reasoning, what's so good living a life like this?

Dressed in the finest silk and jewelries, he liked seeing you in white clothing the most. He said it made you look like a saint, the saint that brought some change to his boring life. He definitely wasn't a fan of other vampires eyefucking you at meetings. Well, they'd end up going missing anyway.

Cleaning up after him was annoying, why did he have to be so busy? that also playing the piano as he drank wine. Blankly staring at the body in front of you as you clean the floor, muttering curses at him.

It didn't take long but you fell for him, yearning for his touches, but you could never confess, fearing it would ruin your relationship. Your body burning like fire as he kisses you, snapping his hips against you, dress ripped off and discarded on the floor.

“You liked that dress? I'll tell them to make one for you again, money isn't a problem for me.”

Cold slender fingers playing with your nipples as he decorates your neck with bite marks, drawing blood from them. Tongue darting out to lick the blood as he whispers about how sweet you taste to your ears. Your nails digging into his shoulders as your eyes roll back from pleasure, his hands holding your leg up at this point.

Everything was going smoothly until one day he disappeared, without a single word. All the other vampires went crazy over this fact. Some were happy thinking he finally died, some just disappointed that they couldn't be the one killing him.

You returned to Russia after a lot of years, travelling all over the world, everything was different to you, with the years, technology also grew, like for instance, this human was staring into a phone. Bumping into you and not saying a single apology but they had the audacity to curse you instead, calling you blind.

Well, guess you just found yourself dinner, how lucky. Hiding the body with no effort, muttering to yourself “The world would be a little better without people like this.”

You went down an alley, there was a nice bar here, you remembered. Entering it, you took a seat after ordering your favourite drink. From the corner of your eyes, you could see a stranger coming up to you, sitting beside you, “I've never seen you around here, darling, do you need some help? I know a really nice place around here–”

The man went on rambling about nonsense, poor attempts at flirting, and why is he even talking about himself, you don't remember asking. Quietly sipping on your drink as you ignored the stranger. The stranger, though, seemed offended, “Hey I'm talking to you, whore, if you don't want attention, dress up more!”

Now that part really got on your nerves, what were you supposed to wear, a long ass winter jacket? You could just pretend to play along and just kill this guy, not even interested in drinking his blood! But someone else's voice stopped you, a voice too fucking familiar.

It was none other than fyodor, you watched as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you by his side, eyes narrowing at the stranger with a smile, “It's really rude to flirt with someone's lover, don't you think? You'll walk away from here and remember nothing.” The guy on command, got up and left the bar, the people in the surrounding, definitely didn't care.

“You look like you've seen a ghost, Мышка.” He chuckled, as if he just met you yesterday and not decades ago.

“What the fuck? Where the hell were you for all these years!?” You shouted at him, burning a hole into his face with your glare, “Of course I'm surprised, am I not supposed to be when you appear like that? God!”

“Let's discuss it somewhere private, shall we? I know a hotel nearby.” You hated how composed he seemed to be, but still followed him, giving him a chance to explain himself.

“I was a bit hurt, dear, why didn't you tell the man to leave? or were you interested?” He asked while sitting down on the bed.

“Is that what we're talking about? Give me an explanation, fyodor, where the hell were you?”

“A bit busy, don't mind me, I had business that needed to be taken care of.”

“That's it? You could've at least told me a goodbye! or sent letters.”

“Ah, but that would give away my location, wouldn't it? I didn't want any disturbances, but enough about me, where were you? I couldn't find you in my mansion.”

“I was travelling, and I did not see a point in staying there if you weren't there but you really had me worried, you know?” You sighed, sitting beside him.

Well this was supposed to be meeting up with a past ‘friend’. So why did this turn into a fucking session? According to a certain someone, he wanted to make up for his mistakes!

Currently between your thighs, lapping up your folds like he hadn't eaten in years, savouring the taste like it was his favorite meal. He teased your clit with his tongue, gently flicking it, before sucking it into his mouth. Your moans and whines were music to his ear, he could feel you were close, his tongue speeding up to make you cum.

“F-fuck…gonna cum–” You stammered before cumming, lewd slurping sounds filling the room before getting up and kissing you, slipping his tongue in your mouth, making you taste yourself. A string of saliva joining your tongue after he breaks the kiss, he definitely likes seeing you like this— face flushed, hair disheveled, neck decorated by pretty hickeys by him.

You don't remember what round it was, all you can feel is the way he keeps fucking his cum back in your cunt. Sweat glistening on your body as you can't help but let out whimpers due to overstimulation, “T-Too much, fedya…slow down–”

“I'm sure you can cum for me again, my dear.”

He kisses your tear soaked face while rubbing soothing circles on your clit to calm you down. You pull him closer to kiss again, running your hands through his soft hair before he cums in you for the last time and pulls out.

Fyodor runs you a warm bath and then puts you on the bed, climbing in to cuddle with you, well, such a memorable get together isn't it?

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[xxsycamore]

╰┈➤ It's Halloween night at the Crown caste, and you're looking for some fun.

- William, Harrison, Liam, Elbert, Alfons, Jude, Ellis, Roger, Victor, Ring, Nica, Darius x f!reader

◉ PART 1 - [ PART 2 ►] - [ PART 3 ►]

• rating: 🔞 E (MDNI) • tags: Monsterfucking; Human/Monster; Mythical Beings & Creatures; Werewolves; Vampires; Naga; Incubus; Manipulation; Mildly Dubious Consent; Curse play; Light Somnophilia; Non-Human Genitalia; Knotting; Hemipenis; Snakes; Anonymous Sex; Masquerades; Vampire Bites; Blood Drinking; Mild Blood; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Wet Dream; Vaginal Fingering • wordcount:  1,465 • masterlist

a/n: Happy Halloween! I got this idea for a story that is similar to Nine Nights, but without any plot or continuity between the different parts whatsoever. Unless, of course, you want to imagine that all of these take place one after another (poor Reader)... Monsterfucking is a new territory for me, so please bear with me. Parts 2 and 3 coming soon! Once again, I tried leaving you with enough hints about who is who and I hope you can have fun guessing them lol

Dubcon warning: The reader seeks out physical intimacy on her own from the very beginning, however, some suitors use their curses' abilities on her without her being aware of it.

VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2024/ KINKTOBER DAY 31: Non-human characters/traits

 ❝ MONSTER VILLAINS' NIGHT. ❞(PART 1)

As you put in some last-minute finishing touches to your costume, your eyes drift to the invitation laying on your vanity table.

Miss Robin,

You're hereby invited to a spectacular celebration that will take place in Crown castle on Halloween night, namely, a masquerade ball. By all means, enjoy yourself as you see fit! But be warned - on this wicked night, not everything is as it seems, and you can never know what monsters linger in the dark.

                                                                                  — Yours, Victor

It would be a lie if you said you paid no attention to the ominous warning in the invitation. But knowing Victor and his penchant for dramatizing things, it's no wonder why you're readily brushing it off as nothing now, as you make your way into the dimly-lit ballroom.

I. A seductive Vampire

"This place is really crowded. Here, take my hand so you won't get lost."

It didn't take long for the handsome stranger that struck a conversation with you to offer that you move it to some more quiet place. While trying to keep up with his fast pace, you feel a certain warmth rising inside you… starting from the place where your hands are connected.

The secluded corner he leads you to is mostly devoid of light, but neither of you needs much of it to find the other's lips. It's strange. Ever since he caught your eye, clad in an elegant outfit complimented by a classy cravat fixed around his neck and a long black cape draped around his shoulders, you knew you wanted to get into his pants… But the moment he took your hand, the feeling grew tenfold. There's something dangerous and intoxicating about the mysterious man who is currently attacking your neck with kisses, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"Now, get even more addicted to me."

The softness of his plump lips suddenly ceases to be the only thing you can sense on your heated skin. In stark contrast with them, his canines, unusually elongated and sharp, sink into your neck.

Those audible gulps… No, there's no doubt - he really is drinking your blood, like a monster. Is this real? Are your fantasies of becoming a handsome vampire's diner finally becoming real?

A pair of enchanting sea-blue eyes look at you through the thin slits of the masquerade mask, but you're more focused on the blood running down his chin. One of his legs pushes between yours, and as you eagerly begin rubbing yourself onto him, you wonder if you're surprising him with your boldness.

By the time he flips you around and enters you from behind, you already miss the surge of endorphins that comes with his bite, so you extend your hand behind you to guide his head where you need it. He chuckles darkly, sending shivers all over, before claiming your neck again.

You've fallen too deep now, there's no way back.

II. A tempestuous Werewolf

"Woah, they're sooo soft!"

You can't help but voice out your impressions when the man dressed like a werewolf finally agrees to lean down so you can pet his faux ears. Even if you're focused on the top of his head, this close up, you don't fail to miss the faint hint of blush spreading on his cheeks. The mask over his eyes does little to obscure the sight, and you think it's rather cute…

It's because he's leaning down that you also don't fail to miss his fluffy tail wagging. Laugher rises in your throat, making you wonder just what kind of string he's pulling to make this possible, and most importantly, how is he doing it all while looking so embarrassed from the act? In any case, it only makes you want to tease him a little bit more.

"Hehe… you're not much of a scary werewolf, are you?"

***

"Ahh, nghh!"

You helplessly try to grab into the nearby branches for purchase, as a heavy weight plows onto your body from behind. It's like he totally changed, in a heartbeat - you figured you went too far with the teasing and riled him up, and that it would only be fair if you made it up to him, so took him to the garden. Your intentions were purely innocent, his, however, much to your surprise, not so much.

Now you're starting to think that those ears might not be fake. It would only make sense, considering the other non-human parts of him, like the one buried deep inside you right now.

All of a sudden his intense rutting loses its pace, and you can feel something swelling at the base of his cock. The man above you begins to growl as he fills you up with his come, spurt after spurt, the knot preventing any of it from escaping you.

Amidst the blissful fullness you're made to feel without remorse, you think you catch a glimpse of his ears twitching happily on top of his head…

III. A deceitful Incubus

It would appear that you have dozed off, tired from the rowdy celebration.

Rubbing at your stiff neck, you get up from the sitting area of the hall and look for opportunities to shake off your sleepiness. There's also something else that you need a distraction from, and that's the highly detailed wet dream you just had, featuring one of the guests here that you previously found to be especially good-looking. It's just a trick that your brain plays on you, you're aware of that.

You're late at realizing that you've been staring directly at a gentleman across the balcony, and he takes it as an invitation to shorten the distance.

"My, you have quite the trouble written across your face. Is there by any chance a way in which I might help?"

Oh, there might be. You feel bad about using the first stranger you found like that, but… when you whisper it in his ear, his lips curl up in a deviously willing fashion, so you figure it's fine.

Now you regret omitting the details of your wish, because he settles for fingering you to an orgasm right here on the balcony, without a chance to turn this into something greater. Still, his gloved fingers are delightful; masterfully tugging at all your strings and pressing all your buttons, somehow familiar, until you come undone in his grasp. His fingers continue to rub at your nub until a new orgasm begins to build up inside you, but he simply chooses to let go; your body leaning against his frame because of how breathless he left you.

"Hmm? Is it not enough? If you ask me, you should go home and have a good night's sleep tonight. You will feel all better then."

You nod at his advice, failing to notice the way your mysterious helper hungrily licks his lips.

IV. A generous Naga

"Does it feel good?"

You whine at the question, brain so fucked out and drowning in pleasure that you're afraid you lost your ability to coherently communicate. Still, the syllables come out of your mouth and you're sure he understands.

"Tight..er…"

The coils tighten around you, and the twilight-colored scales slide pleasantly against your skin. It makes you want to squirm, just so you get to test his grip, and in turn, the two cocks inside you twitch deliciously. You groan at the stretch - you'd just gotten used to his unique appendage, having to remain still for some time now.

The upper body of the snake-like man is humanoid, and he uses both his natures to keep you pleasured. His hands caress your breasts, his lips map out your neck. All you have to do is sit obediently on his cocks, his tail keeping you in place.

"Do you want more?"

Your whole body feels on fire, as if he injected some kind of aphrodisiac-like venom inside you. The simplest touch is giving you ecstasy, and you try to grind yourself on his cocks, instead of telling him directly. Because who knows how much he's willing to give if you voice out your pleas, who knows if you can take it all.

Alas, his hold is too tight, and your attempts at fucking yourself on his lengths are futile.

"Fuck me… please fuck me and cum deep inside me…!"

Your wish is answered in a heartbeat, passionately so, as he begins to move inside you. As if by your command, he's already spraying cum inside you, both his cocks filling you up until you feel your stomach bloating with it.

It seems like this snake won't let you go until you absolutely can't take it anymore… he might even want to keep you all to himself, forever. And you don't hate the thought of it at all, right now.

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Always A Hunter

Reader x Cryptid!Eclipse

Commission Info

I have another lovely little request from @counterbalance with the little hunter adjusting to life after F.E.I. and learning how to hunt on their own. There's a setback and discouragement, but it's nothing the cryptid boys can't handle. They will remind their heart what a great hunter they are despite all the changes and challenges.

———

A branch snaps under your foot. You wince as you fear the sound echoes through the dense trees. The forest thickly crowds around you, pressing close as if to suffocate you within its embrace. The shadows stretch blue and little starlight touches the moist earth. 

“Are you alright?” Moon rasps just behind you. His presence is a constant cool against your back, confirming without a word that he is still with you.

“I’m fine.” You glance around and then stare down at the detector. “Just afraid I’m spooking the hidebehind away, that’s all.”

The green dot only picks up the demonic cryptid within the animatronic vessel, not the monster you hunt this very night. You sigh and lower it back down. The screen flashes green. You stare out into the thick columns of tree trunks, wondering what may lurk behind each one.

Moon’s hand ghosts over up your arm. His fingertips press into the flesh along your shoulder and you close your eyes briefly as he tenderly works the muscle. You hadn’t noticed how tight it’s become since you stepped foot into the woods. 

“You’re anxious,” he says. His hand brushes over the nap of your neck to reach for your other side but you straighten and step forward.

“I’m fine.” You glance down at the detector and try to bite back a scowl. “The hideaway is notoriously difficult to document. Though it’s blamed for causing people to disappear in thickly wooded areas, like this, no one can properly describe it except for its hands which wrap around the tree, peeking out from behind—hence the name. It’s said to be animal-like with thick, dark fur on its arms like a sloth, with three long talons on its hand.”

You’re hoping Moon’s presence will cause it to show itself, struck by fear of the demonic cryptid. The unfortunate thought of your sweetie’s presence triggering the exact opposite effect brushes your brain before you shove it aside and stomp forward.

It’s here. It has to be here. You did your research. You collected the best evidence you could find through the internet. 

“It’s shy,” Moon says, then rumbles a deep laugh. “A coward.”

“We’ll take care of it.” You turn back briefly to smile at Moon but it doesn’t quite touch your eyes. Immediately, you feel a wave of cool judgment from the possessed animatronic.

Touching the strap which allows the crossbow to hang on your shoulder, you continue forward.

“No one has ever looked at it directly,” you continue, lowering your voice as you step over a log. In the corner of your vision, Moon steps over it with ease using his long, lanky limbs. “It conceals itself quickly behind anything it can find, including the observer. It takes its victims by surprise.”

“It must be weak.” Moon’s arms hang heavy by his sides as he reaches you. He stares down at you with wide, pale eyes. “We’ve been walking a long time.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” you huff, exasperated before inhaling deeply. “It’s here. I know it’s here.”

You make your way around a tree. A rustle of leaves sets your heart on edge. You stop, eyes darting to what may be movement, but you spy only a lone deer darting through the underbrush. You sink slightly where you stand.

Moon’s hand falls on your shoulder.

“I can’t sense anything unusual,” he murmurs. He stares down at you. The end of his patched nightcap falls over his shoulder, silent despite the bell at the very end. “You need to rest.”

Disappointment snakes through you, leaving you writhing where you stand as you stare down at the detector. It gives no sign of any other presence despite the one in front of you.

“It might not have a heart you can sense, like the vampires,” you say, but it doesn’t sound convincing even to you.

“Maybe,” Moon says softly. His fingers knead softly into the meat of your shoulder that he didn’t get yet. “Take a break. Your heart is fluttering like a bird.”

“Sweetie,” you sigh deeply and rub your temple, not helping your image, “I can’t. The hidebehind has been reported in this area. There was a news clipping about a man who went missing when he went out to cut some lumber, and stories are dating back twenty years ago of something hiding behind trees in this area.”

You step out from under Moon’s reach. You ignore his hand still outstretched, still wanting to touch you as you march forward into the darkness and tree-littered maze. 

Unless you missed something. How does F.E.I. do it? Without fail, they have sent you towards a cryptid using their findings and research. What if you don’t? What if you constantly chase hoaxes and rumors and find nothing but emptiness while real cryptids are out there, terrorizing and killing people? But you had the reports and the stories. You have a missing man. 

Your body heats up as your breath quickens. You squeeze the handle of the detector. Looking out between the trees, you hope against hope to see claws and a wicked creature lurking, ready to attack when you least expect it, but there is nothing. Only quiet shadows.

The first hunt without Vanessa and since leaving F.E.I. should go better than this. What are you doing wrong?

You hear a soft, thick sound of a footstep. Claws sinking into the earth. A presence most unholy. The coldness of a demonic cryptid’s presence washes over you. Before you can turn around, two pairs of arms surround you. 

A limb wraps over your shoulder and another clings to your chest. The lower pair hugs your waist, squeezing softly until you stop. Claws of scarlet and deep blue softly pet over your clothes, not severing one fiber despite the wicked edge that has cut through meat and bones.

“I’m fine, sweetie.” You pat at what you can reach. Their body is oozing and dark, as thick as shadows at midnight. Their large hands easily contain you. You try to wiggle free but they stay firm. 

“Take a break,” a voice, low and demonic, rumbles. You vibrate with the intensity of two voices speaking at once. “We can carry you back.”

“No,” you breathe. “The new snippets were credible. The man is missing and no one has found him yet. It’s been a week. Many locals testify of sensing something in the woods—but never seeing it, only fearing that it’s there, watching them.”

“If it’s here, you can hunt it tomorrow.” Long, inky fingertips roam over you, tracing your hip and caressing the length of your collarbone. “Heart, you’re exhausted.”

You blink. Slumping slightly, the arms support you. A cool breath yawns against the nap of your neck. The softest flick of a tongue swipes the sensitive skin there, and you close your eyes, brow furrowing.

“Maybe the local story was just sensationalized,” you admit. You deflate like a balloon left over from a children’s birthday party. “Maybe I just… got it wrong. Maybe I can’t be a cryptid hunter without F.E.I.—”

“Enough,” the growl at your back nearly makes you jump out of your skin. “That is not the truth.”

“Eclipse,” you say, perhaps in protest or argument, but it sounds tired. You are tired.

“Listen to us.” A dark mouth presses behind your ear, whispering into your hair. “You are a great cryptid hunter. F.E.I. has nothing to do with the aspects of your love for people and your will to face dangers. It’s alright, sweet heart.”

They lower their rumblings into a purr-like vibration that fills you to the brim, soothing the anxieties bouncing off of the inside of your skull.

“This is your first hunt starting anew. It’s alright.”

You lean back into their touch. Their teeth wetly touch the shell of your ear until you shiver. 

“It’s alright if you make a few mistakes.” A red claw softly pats your chest, right where your heart is tucked underneath your sternum. “That does not damper your abilities. That does not take away from who you are, little hunter.”

“Eclipse,” you say much softer. A thickness gathers in your throat. You can’t cry. Perhaps you were on the road for too long and maybe you did walk through the woods most of the night. The exhaustion is sinking into your bones, infecting your marrow. 

“You are strong. You are kind.” A kiss touches your temple—as much as a creature without lips or flesh can kiss you. “You will find a cryptid. Perhaps this one is a hoax or in hiding but regardless, you can keep searching tomorrow. It’s time to rest.”

“But if it’s here—” you start.

“You will find it tomorrow.” Eclipse gives firmly.

You stare out into the darkness. The trees thickly crowd one another, and though there are plenty of spaces for a hidebehind to, well, hide behind, you see nothing. Your detector doesn’t beep. Your skin doesn’t crawl with an unwelcome presence.

Maybe it is here, hiding, or maybe it’s not. It’s okay. You pull in a deep breath as a blue hand wraps around your waist and caresses your side. There’s tomorrow. One bad hunt isn’t the end of your career. 

The heaviness in your chest eases.

“Okay,” you finally give in. The air leaves your lungs and you feel lighter, catching the rich scent of the earth and the crispness of the green leaves caught in a late-night breeze. Your tongue fumbles for one moment, an old, crippling fear returning as you cling to the demonic cryptid hands holding you. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing, heart?” A nuzzle burrows into the crook of your neck. You are gently moved as they press deeper against your throat, and a stray flick of a tongue finds the pulse in your neck.

“I thought I would be better at this by now.” You sigh deeply, staring down. “I thought I could do it without faltering.”

“Every winter has a spring,” they murmur gently against your jawline. “You will do your best. You will have mishaps and mistakes, and you will try again. That is the kind of human you are.”

You make a soft noise when they nuzzle against your shoulder, not unlike a cat wanting affection. You reach up a hand to find their flat, dark cheek. You slip your other fingers between the claws of a deep blue cryptid hand. A soft rumble follows, and you close your eyes.

“But we should keep looking,” you murmur. You’re both here. What if the hidebehind attacks someone when you decide to leave? 

In answer, Eclipse nuzzles deeper against you, roaming over the back of your neck and pressing their teeth gently against your skin. You shiver, feeling the graze of their horns and spikes but never once being cut by the sharp edges. Held gently in large, dangerous arms, you find yourself releasing the anxiety within you that whispers of tragedies and fears, of failures and blood. Tears gather behind your eyes.

One drop spills out of the corner of your eye. A scarlet claw catches it against your cheek, wiping it away delicately. 

“Okay,” you say finally. “Let’s go. But we will come back tomorrow.”

“Of course, little hunter.” Glinting teeth once more kiss your hair, clicking softly against a black hairpin you wear, before releasing you. “Give us a moment.”

Four arms slip away from you, reluctantly trialing over your wrists and hips before finally lifting away. You wait. Looking up between the brief breaks in the green canopy above, you stare at the night sky as stars twinkle with a promise. A familiar sound of footsteps, metallic but lighter, returns to your side. 

Moon’s pale eyes hold your gaze as he takes your hand within his.

“You take care of the scary things,” he reminds in a gentle rasp. 

You smile, almost about to cry. He tugs on you gently, and you follow him out of the forest.

[yanderefarm]

yandere vampire's pet introduction

cw;; yandere tendencies, blood, abuse, child abuse, manipulation, orgies, pet play, hypnosis

i love this little freak. there's a lot of information here bc i had a lot to say. he's so pretty and i love him so much one of my favorites for sure. im sorry to everyone who wants to be kind to him and treat him gently. im definitely gonna write about him getting bullied.

like I said before his yandere type is self destructive not like ares who is more traditionally yandere. so his content is less about him being jealous and hurting other people or you and more about his obsession. you're the only thing that matters in his life and it drives him to insanity.

silvan was born in a territory owned by a cruel vampire who purposely mistreated the humans under his watch because of how dirty he thought they were.

because of this it was hard for his family to find food so when he was a young child he was given to some low ranking vampires in exchange for human food.

that's how he got his scars around his neck. the vampires kept him for 3 days and nearly killed him before his blood started to develop a bad taste.

when humans are malnourished their blood starts to taste more like dead man blood which can be toxic to vampires. when silvan fell at your feet he tasted horrible, it wasn't until he'd been eating regular healthy meals for a few months that you actually risked trying his blood for the first time.

he tastes sweet. he's like biting into a perfect strawberry that's juicy and sweet without any tartness.

he believes that you're just inherently superior to him because you're a vampire. he feels like he needs to serve a powerful vampire like yourself that you're the only thing that gives his life meaning.

if he had been sired by you he would have been distraught and unable to cope with the idea of it. he wouldn't theoretically mind hurting humans. the problem is his self esteem and how lowly he thinks of himself.

he makes it no secret to you how he feels about himself. it's why his guilt tripping is so effective.

it also means that when he actually does something bad that earns him punishment he takes it incredibly hard. your servants will report his screaming and wailing so loud they can hear him if they go to that part of the manor.

you had to make his punishment room essentially baren so he wouldn't try to hurt himself. even the floors and walls had to be redone to minimize risk. it's basically a padded room.

you would expect him to lay on the guilt tripping extra hard after he gets out but he doesn't. his eyes are empty and his voice is just about gone. he's like a shell of a human being.

silvan will just walk around for a while like that. he'll hesitate to even go near you because he doesn't want to disappoint you again. he doesn't start to return to normal until you bite into him.

he loves when you feed on him. he feels wanted, needed even. you're so powerful and amazing there's no reason you should need him but you do.

he loves sitting in your lap while you drink. he'll run his fingers through your hair and babble about how happy he is. he just goes on and on if you let him, until he's absolutely woozy from blood loss.

he can't die easily because of the preservation procedure. he can withstand having his blood drained past the point of a regular human, he doesn't need to eat every day, he doesn't age. the only thing that could actually kill him is a deliberate attempt on his life.

you've robbed him of part of his humanity by turning him into a pet.

it's not like silvan cares though. you could take all of his humanity if you wanted. you could force him to crawl around like a dog for eternity and he would do so happily.

and compared to his home in the human farm his life is significantly better because he belongs to you. it's not just the fact that he's a pampered pet living in a lavish manor and eating whenever he desires. it's that he's yours.

he's met plenty of vampires by now, other lords like yourself included. no one compares to you. you can show him the bare minimum of affection and that is worth more than all the adoration he gets at parties.

some parties can be a bit too much for him. he's always willing to serve so if it's your will that he be passed around he'll submit himself to any vampire you decide. but sometimes vampires are too greedy, sometimes it reminds him too much of his childhood trauma.

he finds it hard to run to you for support, not because you're some cruel owner but because he doesn't believe he's worthy of your care. if he actually comes to you with a problem you know it's serious.

if he starts to panic or get upset while he's in the middle of being fed on and used by many vampires he can't exactly get up and run into your arms. that's when he finds his ribbon.

the first gift you gave him was a ribbon to tastefully hide his scars. you wrapped it around his neck like a dog collar. since then the original had gotten torn but you bought him a new one.

every one that got torn went to a shoe box in his room. he took good care of the one he wore around the manor but at parties they often got carelessly discarded by greedy vampires. you always bought him a new one, usually to match his outfit.

it was so important to him that he would use it to soothe himself when he was upset. it's presence was like your embrace to him. he would imagine your cold fingers gently touching his skin as you tied it on him. everything was ok.

not every party was a horrible slog fest. the small parties you and the other elite would have were the most fun. you and your friends would all bring your pets and while you talked business silvan got to spend time with the other pets.

he likes other pets because they tend to be the only humans who understand him. some humans have a deep resentment for vampires and they dream of revolution. some humans simply accept their lot in life and do their best while silently cursing their vampire rulers. it seemed like only pets understood the deep admiration for vampires.

silvan and the other pets would excitedly brag about their respective owners and gush over how cool they were. at least until the party turned to other things.

if you're an incredibly affectionate owner he'll become a spoiled brat. he'll still be self loathing but being sat on your lap adorned in all the beautiful things you got him is basically therapy. he doesn't ask for material possessions usually all he really wants is your attention. he interrupts your work, he crawls into your bed, he'll even accidentally barge into meetings with other vampires. he'll pretend to be your stupid pet who doesn't know better. he didn't know you were busy he just needed to see you so bad. the other vampires just watch his shameless smirk when you let him do what he wants.

if you're more of a tortured soul type vampire he loves you but you also irritate him a little. you gave him a good life because of how pathetic and sad he looked when you first met. you give him clothes, you feed him, you gave him a warm bed. so why won't you bite him? why do you wait until you're starving to finally feed on him? he's your property it's your right to feed on him. but you don't. when you finally do you're crying and apologizing. it makes him so frustrated he doesn't understand you. there's nothing more insulting to silvan than you not wanting to eat him.

if you're a mean owner it makes him feel all the more desperate to please you. he'll gladly ask you to take your frustrations out on him. if you want to see his face twist in pain you're going to have to get creative. you punch him, strangle him, cut him, anything and he has a big dopey smile on his face. he can so easily convince himself that you hurting him is your way of showing affection. as long as you don't lock him in the punishment room it means you love him.

as long as you let him stay by your side he'll remain your devoted and loyal pet.

silvan has a vampire kink. he gets so turned on by your fangs, your cold hands, your power over him. compel him. bite him. touch him.

with this comes a pain kink, a blood kink, and a hypnosis kink.

he's already obedient but compel him to make him quiet, dumb, and pliant. he'll jack off to the memory of you doing whatever you want to him for months.

it's hard not to notice just how much you drinking his blood really turns him on. especially if you're a messy eater. he has to physically restrain himself from kissing you and licking up his own blood.

if you're covered in someone else's blood he gets strangely jealous but still undeniably turned on. let him remove your bloody clothes or touch him with your bloody hands and he'll end up humping your leg.

he likes taking care of you. he's clumsy and overexcited but let him help you get dressed or take a bath or get you off. he'll do his best to show you the love you showed him.

he will suggest crawling under your desk and cockwarming you all day. but if you give a mouse a cookie.

he likes more traditional pet play too. put him in a proper collar and make him bark. call him good dog or good boy.

he's really skilled at taking multiple people at once. it's part of why he's so popular at parties. as long as you're not participating he'll be able to focus his attention on everyone.

if you're participating everyone else is chopped liver. he wants to show you how good a pet he is but he also only wants to touch you.

the rare exception is at the small parties with all your friends. all of the pets just get passed around. the first time he got really jealous of whoever you would put your hands on but as he became friends with them all the jealousy subsided somewhat. he knows they'll never want to leave their owners so he doesn't have to worry about them wanting you.

you're vampires of course you have to have cool vampire orgies. if you can't have cool vampire orgies what's the point!

his favorite position is either on your lap or with his legs over your shoulders. he wouldn't particularly care too much what position you had him in. he just needs you.

brat taming. if you spoil him you get to brat tame him and in return he'll misbehave more just to get punished.

he's the most fun to bully or mess with when you have company. he tries to be beautiful and put together eye candy by your side, he can hide his obsession with you for a little while. until you're pulling his hair or cutting into his neck. undo all the hard work your maids went through to make him presentable.

he can't hide how hard he gets when he's looking up at you and your company with tears in his eyes and his shirt stained with his blood. he'll play pretend that he's a miserable dog who's being mistreated by his owner but you're both well aware that he loves it. any kind of attention is good attention.