#sorry i have a thing for vampires

[bindeds]

[ BITE ME. ] : 1k words » LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM READER. — lucifer sees you reading dracula by bram stoker and apparently he thinks it’s one of the best things that came out of giving humans free will. so he indulges in it.

#tags. biting (obviously), vampire teeth, replication of the seductive nature of vampires, suggestive, blood sucking, blood, explicit consent

a/n. thank you so much for 100 followers! i was supposed to disclose what i wanted to do for 100 followers but i promise i pack a lot of punches! stay tuned for that post bc i will be doing a LOT of things for you personally!

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You were completely and utterly trapped in the jaws that belonged to Lucifer Morningstar as he lifted your chin. His eyes dropped to half-mast as your neck had been exposed to him, the clean skin glowed under the odd lighting of the hotel.

“What’s that you’re reading, honey?”

It’s an amazing thing, whatever it is he’s doing to you right now. Forget the heat rising to your cheeks. Forget that you’d complied to the fact that your neck is very vulnerable in the current state he held you in; your delightful book had still been sitting open and comfortable in your lap with your hand still holding onto either side so as not to lose where you left off. And Lucifer …

Well, he kneeled before you on the bed you shared with him, but he most certainly kept that small distance from your book instead of putting it away.

He leaned back a little, and you get a good view of his striped waistcoat and the way it curved around his … well endowed chest.

He grinned. “Dracula. I like that about you.”

“Dracula?” You couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle. “You like Dracula about me?”

“Oh but you must know that’s no laughing matter. Dracula … is one of the best things humans have ever done with their free will. Don’t even talk to me about vampires …”

Your breath hitched. His thumb froze where it hovered over your bottom lip.

“Vampires …” he repeated in a mutter, as if to think aloud.

You scrambled to hold up the book where you could see it, seeing as Lucifer still had your jaw held high and to the side. But the way you could barely keep the book from spilling from your hands had been more than enough to give you away. Fuck, in this pathetic state, you should have been the one kneeling.

Lucifer hovered just below your jaw. His lips parted, and you shut your eyes to embrace the sensory input of his touch completely; his breath fanned and spread across your skin like casting a thick fog over an abandoned island.

“Do you want to be bitten, my love?” His lips gave the faintest flicks against your skin as he spoke. “To be tasted?”

“Maybe,” you said, and it was nearly a sigh when the way he held you was a vice. Your blood vessels ached to be invaded, to be cut off course.

“Hmmm?” He dragged out the syllable like the tease he was. Then two ends like daggers poked you, threatening to tear through your surface.

They relented soon enough, gliding down instead of sinking into your skin. Your muscles blew ice cold at the lack of a threat.

“What about now?” Your name reverberated deep in his throat, the sound caressed your ear like the sweet thing you were in Lucifer’s hands.

You knew for a fact that this couldn’t have been real. Either that, or Lucifer had reformed his teeth just for this moment, in which case, the more you thought about it the more it didn’t seem all that surprising, the way he would do anything to get you flustered.

He pressed damp kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“I could do this aaall day, my doll,” Lucifer hummed lightly. He finally let your chin fall to its natural position, only for your eyes to fall on him. His face.

His teeth.

Sure enough, they had turned a completely straight row from cheek to cheek except for the two pointed canines—they were the only teeth that shone in the light.

“Luci …” you sighed, releasing a breath like it was a prayer.

And Lucifer was listening.

He drew closer to you, his lips inches from your own.

“Your fantasies are mine to fulfill,” Lucifer soothed, his hypnotic voice slithering to your head and plucking every coherent thought you had left. “Anything is yours for the asking, you just name it.”

“Please, bite me,” you found yourself pleading softly. You bit your lip, averting your gaze. That was sudden, even for you; your tongue flicked faster than your brain could react. “I—I need you to bite me.”

“Good girl,” Lucifer beamed as his grin returned to him, and he wasted no time as he ducked down to your neck and planted chaste kisses in a concentrated spot where your jugular sat with anticipation.

You tilted your head to the side to allow him better access, and his hand instinctively supported the side you tilted on. You allowed yourself to rest in the warmth as your shoulders eased up.

“This is going to hurt, but only for a split second,” Lucifer warned in a deep voice. “Then, I will give you nothing but pleasure.”

You gritted your teeth as lightning struck your neck and your hand tightened on his wrist. He stroked his thumb up and down your cheek, and it did well in easing the pain before the dam of rigid pain gave in and pleasure took its place—took all the places.

His tongue lapped at the wound, teeth still anchored in your neck as you felt a bit of yourself, your cells, blood, muscle strength seep out of you steadily. Your head began to spin, but your limbs fell weak at the sensation that had you on the precipice of something you couldn’t name.

Then, his teeth slipped out of your flesh as his tongue took care of the rest—the forked edges covering more ground as if to seal the wound.

“How was that?” Lucifer pulled back immediately, a bright smile incorporated his face as thin trails of blood dripped down to his chin.

Your head had still been knocking against the edges of your skull, but you managed a smile and maybe a bit of a lightheaded chuckle nonetheless. When you readjusted your legs on the bed, trouble swiped cold between your thighs. Oh, well. What were you expecting?

“Kiss me,” you said.

“Sorry?” He asked. “Honey, there’s still blood on my HMMPH—”

You engulfed him in a kiss as you pulled him by the neck and fell back against the bed. He tried to stabilize himself but it didn’t even take another minute more before both of your clothes were as good as trash on the floor.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Let those old men cuddle on a couch 🙏

Werewolf and vampire version under the cut ✌️

YOU BETTER BELIEVE THIS IS CANON IN MY HALLOWEEN AU 😝

Also this post glitched and posted twice sorry guys 🙏

[lucabyte]

i CANNOT stress enough how incompatible the themes of these two pieces of media are. i promise my media literacy ability is actually good im well aware that these character mappings are absolutely nothing. that said. play with me in this space. in this sopping wet miserable space. its bad luck to kill a piou piou

original screenshots (and hypnosis 1904) for reference

[v3rmin-l0rd]

I like mixing my fav medias together so take this incoherent Dracula Family board

[kelocitta]

I don't know what to ask so, could you share something about the Scavengers you really like or find interesting?

This is a tidbit of completely unrelated worldbuilding for the Anthro AU I don't really have a much reason to put anywhere else since its completely separate from RW... I referenced it a bit with Spearmaster but heres some scavenger mythology- Needle-Eaters!

Needle-Eaters are scavenger spirits/entities who take the form of large, scavenger-like shapeshifting insects who steal one's identity through bloodfeeding. In traditional scav mythos they are born from soil fertilized with blood- oftentimes specifically blood split from war or certain crimes like robbery. They emerge as small winged grubs, and are attracted to the smell of greed.

After finding a target, they shed their grub-skin and take the form of a gaunt, faceless scavenger; with their wings wrapped around their body like a cloak to disguise their features. They will knock on the den of their chosen victim and claim to be in need, asking for you to invite them in and to make them a meal. This is when they are considered most dangerous.

The scavenger host must be very polite and meet the demands of the needle-eater, attending to their needs. The meal prepared is generally one of mashed or juiced fruit, usually supplemented with the blood of an animal but must contain no insect meat or insect blood. They will often request multiple servings and will not leave until fed. They do not like to be watched while they eat and the host must look away while they do so. If treated kindly and to their specifications, the needle-eater will leave on its own.

If refused at any point, the needle-eater will grab the offender with their hands (traditionally, the 'needle' of a needle-eater is hidden in it's wrists, and they shake your hand or touch you to 'bite') send their victim into a deep sleep. They will drink a sample of blood, and wear your skin as its own. While not lethal, the afflicted scavenger will sleep for days to weeks- during which the needle-eater will get up to mischief such as theft, adultery or other various crimes (some minor, some harmful) in disguise. The individual generally wakes to find their local reputation ruined, and the needle-eater gone. Skeptics assert that the existence of needle-eaters is mostly from guilty scavengers hoping to pin the blame on the supernatural. Funnily enough, it is generally mostly these new needle-eaters who are considered dangerous, as those who already have their stolen identities are still considered powerful spirits, but less malicious or trouble-making. If you suspect someone around you to be a needle-eater who isn't seeking to test you; you are instead encouraged to amuse it- offer it games, alcohol, drugs, liquid foods or other types of merrymaking to amuse it and earn its blessing. It is said that if one likes you, it may grant blessings of luck or protection Poor Spearmaster, who is fairly antisocial, often finds that scavengers frequently want to get them absolutely wasted and dance and play with them. They try to humor them, although being a bit awkward and weird it often just reinforces the idea they are absolutely not normal.

[peachjelliedd]

you left me no choice but to stay here forever

[swampybogg]

[ihateornithologists]

my friends (unfortunately) like lestat so this was inevitable i guess

[kiivg]

."Are you even listening to me, McCullum?".

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I was wondering, does Fiddleford still have a wife in your Halloween au? And if yes, does she know about him being a vampire?

I've been sitting on this ask for a bit, but I think I should finally answer.

In my AU, Fidds is actually pretty old-- not like ancient or anything, but surely a few centuries?

Anyway, so way back, when he was human, he did have a wife and a kid!! But when he got bit and became a vampire, he actually outlived them :(

He tries to think about them often, but it's definitely one of the things he chooses to erase when he creates the memory gun

[wellijustfinnihedoneofthebooks]

Coming out as marius pilled since reading blood and gold

[daydreamycrustacean]

ok but actually it was so funny when simon was like "I wonder what life would have been like if I never found the crown, if I had put aside my passion for looking for highly cursed ancient artifacts" girl you and betty would have both died at war.

[noliaert]

Finally got around to finish this one! Here's my ode to iwtv season 1! <3 I made both a version of bailey's claudia as well as delainey's 👍👍

Close ups 👇

[littlecrow4]

How we feeling about this??? Good? Bad?

Part of a fic I’m writing

[givemedamage]

WHY YES HAPPY FANART FRIDAY NIGHT it is fanart friday......

[shelfperson]

every time somebody fancasts gabrielle de lioncourt as a gracefully aging skinny hollywood star an angel shits itself and dies WHERE is the dyke flavor WHERE is her transmasculine swag WHERE are the true boymilfs and girldilfs of the world WHERE IS THE FLAVOR