#bite me 🦇

[lovesickfangs]

i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them i need them

[vanalex]

The feminine urge to live in a castle for all eternity with a vampire lover 🌹

[bbygrl-666]

vamp life

[gothamsaved]

Off topic but regarding the last thread I answered I noticed how Bruce views himself greatly differs compared to how other muses will view or address him. Some call him “the billionaire” or “the Bat”, whereas I noticed he strays very far from ever addressing himself as “billionaire”. To him it’s not his wealth that makes who he is, it’s more of a burden, but also a lingering tie to his family, to his parents. But it’s also a source of stress as it’s how everyone views him. He is nothing more than “Billionaire Bruce Wayne” over a normal human a lot of the time. And it does also tie into why he often chose to go by fake names growing up. Names like Paul or Jack to put distance between himself and his real identity.

Overall yeah I just think it’s interesting and cool how I noticed Bruce when I write him will just stick to “Gotham’s Bat” or “The Bat”, “Gothamite”, really showing how he views himself as an extension of his home city, along with his close focused ties on it. It’s who he is, what he strives to help. It’s what matters most to him in the end.

[vxmpgrrlz]

the idea of being bitten all over n covered with bruises & hickeys… like please mark me up so ppl will know im yours <<<33

[absentmoon]

what if kaoru was also a vampire could you imagine him and rei on either side of you feeding from you at the same time

YOU WANT ME DEAD

[hunterbunter3000]

Slsnkwdnksd OKAY SO we walked into this store that had bags that said wifey and earrings that said bride, I'd look at it and then side eye him and he just goes "you haven't said yes yet, don't look at me like that" or smth like that. I mention he hadn't properly proposed and he starts asking Abt the ring of his I usually wear SIR PLEASE. I talked him down from that and it's now just an official promise ring -🦇

CAN YALL PLEASE-- MY SINGLE ASS CANT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS

[lesboguy-moved]

i fink it would be nice if next year i interacted w/ my mutuals more :3

[weeping-gospels]

[ Cont. ]

Red-Marked?

“ Is…that supposed to be a threat or a compliment? “

She peeps, her head just centimeters away from a maw full of unforgiving teeth. The immortal being has died aplenty, but none by the hands of someone this unfathomably powerful and large. She feels like a flea next to him and is not enjoying herself.

“ I mean — da, da, I do fancy the color crimson! ‘Tis my favorite color. And not because I like blood and I am a Dhampir. This goes back waaaaay long ago when I was a mortal being — it represents the element of fire.

I have an inkling of a suspicion that you too partake in the enjoyment of pyromancy? “

@skxrbrand

[ultima-ratio]

melted dark chocolate

your blood tastes like melted dark chocolate. prominent flavors: mildly sweet, with a refined amount of bitterness.

what does your blood taste like to a vampire

[lovesickfangs]

I can't survive on my own. I need you.

[sheantipaxos]

" i had a lot of dreams about you recently"

🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 / 𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. /. accepting.

she walks up close enough to just barely give him space while also cantering her head to the left, " is that so? .... naughty dreams? " she voices out loud before letting out a small purr between her fangs, " what a succulent and cheeky vampire you have been @therelentless . " she reaches over and adjusts his collar.

[cadaverousdecay]

☠️ creaky-freak Follow

i get d/newlyturned can be useful but why are there vamps asking the stupidest questions like how to bite….. even humans know that u just open your mouth and close it on something… not that difficult.

⚰️ draculabitme Follow

I’m so tired of this new generation of vampires. Back when i was turned, if you didn’t know how to hunt, you starved. These fucking babybats with their bloodbags and willing victims are defanging the name of vampires.

🧛🏻 garlicker Follow

why are these vamps asking deaddit anyway, shouldn’t they be learning these things from their sire???

🦇 batty-betty Follow

hey, biting correctly can be tricky to master! and some vampires don’t have a relationship with their sire where they feel comfortable asking for advice. when i was turned, my sire was my former master and it took awhile to feel like i could talk to her freely. plus, most fledglings are abandoned by their sires these days. i think it’s great that these babybats have a place to figure these things out.

🧛🏻‍♂️ snacula Follow

op left out the full screamshot anyway

he’s having trouble sucking enough blood from the wound, which is something most fledglings struggle with tbh.

tip to all the babybats: if you feel you’re not getting enough blood you probably aren’t sucking hard enough. you gotta really work at it. it takes time to build up the muscles to drain someone within minutes. and if you really want to puncture an artery go right ahead, just prepare for things to get messy haha (and don’t expect your victim to live through it)

and here is a site made specifically for newly turned vampires, it’s got all you need to know as a fledgling

🪦 f34st-of-bl00d Follow

reblogging for that last bit, i struggled with sucking when i was a fledgling and i had no sire to tell me why.

another tip: bite the chest when starting out. you can move on to the neck once you’ve gotten a hang of that. and i wouldn’t recommend the wrist or thigh as a convenient bite

🧛‍♂️ fresh-blood Follow

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[seneon]

dude wtf

★ TARANTULA GIRL !

(n) — dabi only likes girls who are more bite than bark note : written for @seneon, everyone’s fave goth gf <3

touya swears she sips souls for dinner.

he’s not sure how he came to that conclusion but the signs are glaring : her knuckles are white as ghosts as they bend around wine stem & bruise like wet graveyards. she drinks blood like it’s grape juice—it stains her lips a barberry hue & now touya’s walking towards her without even realizing it.

“fancy seeing you here.”

“you again.”

cherry-blood dribbles down her chin but she makes no effort to wipe it away. she presses the glass to her lips for yet another sip. “haven’t you harassed me enough this week ?”

“this is only the fourth time i’ve come talk to you.”

“it’s only tuesday, dabi.”

touya swallows the blood creeping up his throat & watches you swallow yours. your adam’s apple bobs as you take yet another sip, ( dabi wonders how you aren’t drunk yet, he knows this is far from your first glass ) plum coke kisses staining the rim. it’s been two minutes or three since he took a seat beside you & you haven’t even bothered to turn to look at him & fuck you’re so annoying.

but you’re so fucking pretty.

& so fucking bitchy too. dabi doesn’t test the waters. he knows they’ll swallow him whole through sore jaw & shark teeth but he might as well dive in anyways. he pokes at your knee, earning him a side eye before brushing a thumb over the berry-bruised skin. you don’t rip out his throat & eat it so he takes that as a good sign. he shifts his seat a little closer to yours.

“i’ll bite you.”

“no you won’t.”

he knows you won’t because he rubs at your knee & you let him touch you like a good girl. he draws silly shapes on your flesh—a rose, a bubble, a gun—& you let it all happen, you always do. you’re looking at him from the corner of your eyes like you want to split his teeth & bruise his chin but you’re pliant under his touch & pretend it doesn’t rot you. you’re a brat & a bitch but when it comes to dabi you can’t help but role play as something more sugary. sweeter. he bites back a grin.

“you’re awfully obedient today.”

“don’t test my limits.”

he chuckles, lazy fingers dragging deeper between your thighs. you set your wine glass on the counter & dabi takes it up in his own, taking a sip of the contents. you eye him before relaxing in your seat, his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. his hold tightens as he sets the cup at the counter. “wanna ditch?”

“isn’t this tomura’s party ?”

“he’ll understand,” he hums, offering a hand. you take it like it’s instinct & dabi pulls you to your feet, palm resting at the small of your back. for the first time tonight you’re looking dabi straight in the eyes (other times it was through them) so dabi can’t ignore the tug in his throat. your eyes are glossed & heavy & maybe it’s the alcohol but he swears your cheeks are flushed too. he can almost hear heavy breaths leaving semi-parted lips. he’s staring so you blink, “hello ?”

“hello, beautiful.”

it’s cheesy & corny & it makes you want to throw up but all that’s in your stomach is butterflies. dabi’s grip is tight as ever as he guides you through drunken bodies & wasted youths. his legs are long so it’s hard to keep up & you reach for his arm instead. you wrap your arms around his bicep & dabi prays for angels to kill him now.

“are your feet sore ? you can take off your heels in the car.”

you shake your head. “no need for that. you wont be seeing my feet that easily, touya.”

“ah, you caught me there.”

you smile a bit & you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen but your lips quickly tighten into their usual bored expression. you scan the night as dabi leads you once again & stops you at his s63 coupe. the color seems to melt into midnight darkness.

“haven’t been in this thing in ages.”

“haven’t fucked you here in ages, too”

“touya.”

dabi laughs and it’s a boyish chuckle, never ceasing even when you slap his arm to. your cheeks are drenched a poppy red but you tell yourself it’s the alcohol & fasten your seat belt. dabi has one hand trailing up your thigh & you try to swallow the butterflies flapping up your throat. he grabs at your palms & rubs circles on your knuckles & now the flapping in your throat is akin to clawing. you pull your hand away.

dabi furrows a brow, eyes never leaving the road. “now you wanna be a brat ? and you were being so good f’me too.”

“i’m literally gonna get out right now.”

dabi suppresses a smile. “you look pretty tonight.”

“you can do better than that.”

“that dress makes you look extra fuckable.”

“alright, that’s enough.”

dabi is laughing again but your heart rings in your ears. you and dabi aren’t friends with benefits. hell, you aren’t even friends. so why do you sit in the passenger’s seat of his car, his palm on your thigh as he parks in the middle of nowhere ?

“where are we ?”

“come sit.”

“touya.”

“please.”

it’s a whiny whimper & you’d be the devil to resist him when he looks at you so longingly, so lovingly it makes your teeth rot & heart ache. you unfasten your seat belt & climb into his lap while dabi guides you by your thighs. his scars are as ragged as ever.

“missed you,” he coos.

the bass of his voice tugs at your heart. his fingers move hair out of your face before tracing your jaw / chin / everywhere. dabi’s touch is butterfly wings flapping against rose petals. you close your eyes & it’s easy to forget he’s even there.

“let me kiss you.”

“isn’t it too early for that ?”

“isn’t it too early for that ?” he mocks, pulling you in by the chin. your lips taste like mulled peach & they’re colored dimmauve & your gloss is sticky and fuck it’s been forever since he’s had you like this & heaven knows how you drive him insane.

he squeezes your hips & you let out a whine & your strangled voice is the prettiest thing he’s ever heard. his palms trace lines down your backless dress, sparks stinging through rosebud fingertips. you whine a little more & it drives dabi on edge. he wishes you’d whine his name instead.

you grip at his shoulder & dabi lets you go for air. spit dribbles down your chin & your bottom lip is swollen but hell if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. you’re glossy eyes & rose tipped nose & peach jam cheeks that swell with matte blush. he wipes at your mouth & cradles your chin.

“have i ever told you i could kiss you all day ?”

you nod your head & kiss him again with teeth that bite like tarantulas.

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[zibah-ho]

I’m gonna start spraying you stupid 🦇 fans like cats you people are so dumb “I hate that this abusive character is canon abusive to his children so what would they do instead of that?” they fucking wouldn’t he did that he’s a piece of shit he abuses his kids hello???? Read something fucking else Jesus Christ (bloke who has a more well adjusted relationship with his dad than that guy does with any of his kids btw)

[absentmoon]

is rei or kaoru more likely to be found caring for kittens on the street. discuss