#ikevamp double trouble

[cozycryptkeeper]

This event was pretty spicy if I do say so myself.

[ohnoohnoohnonotagain]

Theo hasn't even had his morning coffee yet 😂

No worries Theo, we can share 🙈

[candied-boys]

Blooming Red

Ikevamp x afab reader - no character specified so pick your fav vampire

Tw: period, blood, biting, blood sucking, birth control, reader orgasm

Pet names: good girl, my love

Tags: fluff, picnic, slice of life, menstruation, caring bf, feeling unwell

You should have known. You should have seen the signs that cautioned you all week. But you ignored them, clinging to the new found hope that came with the tiny technology you happened to bring with you that fateful day at the Louvre. It was the one thing you were most grateful to have when the moon waxed and waned but you chose to remain by his side.

Birth control.

You opted for the method with 99% protection, no anxiety about missing a day, and (just as importantly) a lighter period. That time of the month had always been a menace. Between the crippling pain, the upset stomach, and the exhaustion, it had stolen so many weeks of your life.

But eventually you wondered if all the suffering you put up with was worse than the ‘horrible side effects’ you'd heard so much about from chemical birth control. So when you tried the hormonal IUD and your period stopped all together, you knew it was the right choice for you.

For the first time in a decade you felt well. However, you had been warned that it wouldn't last forever, that your body would adjust to the hormones within a year or so, that the bleeding would eventually return.

And it did, but infinitely more bearable. The bleeding was hardly enough to even colour the fabric of your undergarments it was so light, and all the other symptoms had disappeared.

At least until this week.

You passed off the light fevers that warmed your cheeks in the afternoons as overexertion from work. The nagging hip tightness that gradually became an ache was nothing more than you having neglected your stretches. Surely some yoga would fix it. Even the tummy trouble was easy to dismiss as having eaten (or not eaten) something or other.

So, with a year of freedom behind you, the last thing you anticipated was pain bad enough to have you doubled over. Least of all while out on a picnic this sunny spring day.

You could feel the numbness spreading little by little as you sat there playing with the flowers you'd picked. It was negligible though, just enough to be felt but not anywhere near enough to call it a day. Only after spending a few hours in the cooler-than-anticipated breeze did the pain start to flare.

With the shadows long and the basket empty, the two of you decided to head home. You kept quiet, planning to take a hot bath once back. And so hand in hand, you left the meadow.

But you hardly topped the next hill when you were struck down, the discomfort suddenly agony, your legs aching and numb, your back sore, your head light, and your skin clammy.

He didn't waste time asking what the cause was, instead threading the basket handle into one elbow and scooping you up in his arms. He could see your pained expression clearly now, and quickly surmised this wasn't unexpected on your part or you would be panicking. Your calm, although very ill, demeanor told him everything he needed to know as he headed swiftly back.

You often forget just how strong he is because he's always so gentle with you, but cradled against his chest you're reminded just how much strength his loving arms hold. He doesn't struggle or huff. He shows no signs of exertion. He merely readjusts you now and again to keep you comfortable in his embrace.

Back in your room he sets you down carefully and slips you out of any restraining clothes before tucking you under the blankets. With a kiss he leaves and returns as promised a while later laden with everything he thought might help.

A bed warmer full of hot stones from the common room fireplace, your favourite tea, soup from the kitchen, sweets and treats in tins and jars, and all the natural remedies he could find in the house from herbal patches to perfumed oils.

Unsure where to start he asks what you'd prefer, but your answer leaves his mouth hanging open.

“You want me to bite you?!” he confirms in a whisper.

“Please? I think it would help with the pain… That's what the pleasurable side effect is for, right?”

“Yes, but… are you sure your body can handle it right now?” he counters, taking a seat on the bed and pressing his hand to your forehead.

“I'm already feeling so weak I'm not going to get out of bed the rest of the day… I don't think it could do more than knock me out for the night.”

“What about the blood loss? Since you're already bleeding, won't it make you anemic?”

“I don't think so. You know I'm hardly bleeding at all. You said you didn't even notice because you couldn't smell it, right?”

“I guess… if you're really certain it's what you want, my love.”

With a nod and a faint smile you assure him and he gives you a peck in confirmation.

“Then, how about here?” he asks, and rubs your leg through the covers. “I think closer to the source of the pain might be more effective. Also there's a good artery here, so it's easier for me.”

Turning down the blanket, you let him do as he sees fit.

“Lie back,” he instructs gently with a warmth in his eyes that makes you feel incredibly safe. “Good girl. Are you comfortable? Yeah? Alright, spread your legs for me. There we go.”

Holding your gaze, he positions himself, arms linked beneath each knee, hands resting on your hipbones, and his mouth against your inner thigh, then waits for your final consent. When you nod, his jaw closes around a mouthful of soft flesh. Although you know what's coming and you even begged him for it yourself, your body still jolts as his fangs slice into you.

However, the poison immediately spreads through the punctured vessel and into your bloodstream — easing the pain of the wound and, just as you had hoped, the aches in the rest of your body too. Heartbeat by heartbeat, the torment subsides until you feel yourself relax. In the wake of relief, pleasure begins to wash through you. Mild at first, it surges as he continues to drink his fill, reaching a crest and wrecking you on a shore of ecstasy.

“Feel better, my love?” he asks as he laps at the bite, blood drunk eyes locked on yours glittering with afterglow.

“Mhm,” you hum out of breath and stretch your arms to beckon him to you.

Crawling over you, he steals a kiss and wraps you up in his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin and rubbing your back as you drift off together.