#vampire frens

[shandzii]

exploding @the-trashiest-pada with my mind

[poppy-metal]

when you come to in vamp artashis guest room, you wonder if maybe you had dreamed it. your neck throbbed, but there was no wound. you felt weak, but that was almost definitely the hangover. yes. a dream. you were probably too drunk to do anything, and they probably put you up in their bedroom out of pity. bless their hearts, you almost felt guilty. and regretful. how you would’ve like to fuck them.

but maybe it isn’t a dream, because the blonde one, art his name was, comes in holding a tray, with an expression on his face that borders on manic excitement. he looks thrilled with the novelty of the task he’s performing, which under normal circumstances would be extremely sweet, with no hidden layer of irony. but he lifted the tray up like you wouldn’t know what it was, and in a voice too loud for your pounding head said “eggs and bacon!”

he was so gorgeous. he was shirtless, only in boxers like he didn’t feel the morning chill. his hair was tossed to and fro but always looked angelic and framed his face, the picture of youth and vitality. you forgave him his loud entrance immediately.

“thank you so much,” you croak as he lays the tray on your lap gently,”i’m so, so sorry about last night, i didn’t realise how drunk i was. i hope i didn’t disappoint you and your wife.”

“disappoint us?”

he stood over you, waiting for you to eat his overcooked breakfast and love it, ringing his hands together like a dad finished with a woodworking project. you pop a piece of egg in your mouth. extremely mediocre.

“what do you remember of last night?”

“just coming back here, kissing. and i had a weird dream, so i don’t know how much of that is real. why?”

“it wasn’t a dream. do you like your breakfast?”

you pause with some fluffy egg on the end of shiny fork tensils. the way art is staring at you is sort of uncanny valley - you can't place what it is. just some displacement in the air around him. he stands too still, too perfectly still. you wouldn't notice how abnormal this is - except now you do. usually people are always moving in some way. shifting. even a slight sway when standing in one place. he's like marble. a statue of some greek god or angel. 

you lower the fork. he watches the motion. with your other hand, you delicately touch the side of your neck again, feeling. his eyes watch that movement too. his pupils dilate. blue almost disappearing entirely within black. he licks his bottom lip. 

“did you bite me last night?” 

you don't feel any marks. but your dream….. maybe they were somewhere else. you put the plate to the side and moved the covers aside, blinking down at your body. last night was fuzzy, yes, but you were definitely still in your dress last you remembered. you weren't in a dress now. you were in a soft cotton tshirt. white and large on your bodym, coming down to your knees. a mans shirt. 

“that's my shirt. and yes, I did. are you feeling alright, by the way?” 

you look up at him. the clouds in your brain begin to part, revealing something that is far more ominous and dangerous than the sun. even if you still can't place it. 

“did we have sex?” the biting isn't so abnormal. loads of past boyfriends had given you hickeys before. but really, you'd have liked to remember losing your virginity. you tried to focus between your legs- squeezed your inner muscles to test for any aches and pains, but felt none. mostly just your neck ached. he must have really bitten you, then. but then where was the mark? 

“we didn't.” art tells you. he looks a little forlorn about this. “you passed out in the middle of - in the middle of uh.” some pink comes to his cheeks. it's a beautiful color on his smooth pale skin. “in the middle of things.” he settles on. he sits down gently, the bed dipping under his weight. “I wanted to, though.” 

you feel your own cheeks heat. your fingers play with the frayed edges of your - his - shirt, nervously. the room is so quiet. no other sounds like a clock ticking or a fan whirring. it's just you and this practical stranger. alone in a unfamiliar room. 

“im - I'm kind of glad we didn't.” you admit. “I dont know if I told you - the night is a blur - if I didn't, I'm sorry - I should have. it's just that I'm actually a virgin? not that it's a big deal or anything to me - I just. well, it's something I'd like to remember, at least.” 

arts places his hand close to your knee on the bed. he has an athletes hand. somehow slender and beautiful, but powerful too. you think you remember something about him saying he was a tennis player. one of his fingers brushes against the bare skin of your thigh and a muscle twitches. 

“it is a big deal.” is all he says, and the way he looks at you silences any protests you might have had. like he sees inside you and already knows that you'd gone to that club with the very notion of losing your virginity already in mind - that you'd wanted rid of it like a bad disease - flushed from your system. but that you'd secretly always wanted the act to mean something. to be romantic and symbolic in some way, even as you deliberately set out to make it mean nothing.

art is so pretty. it's a combination of feminine beauty and masculinity that doesn't clash - but rather mixes like primary and secondary colors do together to make something wholly complementary. 

he has delicate but sharp bone structure. a strong nose and jawline. soft silky hair. long lashes. his body is lithe but solid. built and strong but not bulky. not a smattering of hair anywhere in sight. just miles and miles of smooth milky skin. 

“yeah…” you say, a little dazed. are the clouds rolling back in? 

art tugs his pink bottom lip between his teeth - blindingly white - flicks his gaze to your discarded plate. you think you should be asking more questions, but you don't know what those questions should be. 

“you should finish eating.” he nudges your plate back into your lap. “I want you to be healthy. we want to talk to you later, when you're feeling better.” 

you pick up your fork again, wondering at how the sight of his obvious pleasure at the listened to action makes warmth blossom in your chest. 

“we?” you remember tashi. flush. “your wife.” 

god, had you really planned to lose your virginity to two people at once? you couldn't risk drinking like that again. 

art nods. stands again and smiles down at you. he has dimples, you realize with some levity. not that you necessarily felt threatened, but the sight of something so boyishly charming melts you a little. 

“we like you.” he states. “well, I like you. and tashi likes what makes me happy.” 

you pause in chewing a piece of bacon. a little charred but still good. you imagine him cooking and fretting over when to turn the slices - blink and blink again. “um. t- thank you.” 

you should probably mention something about going home. you think you came here in a limo? did they own a limo? they were obviously rich. you wondered if it would be rude to ask if they buy you an Uber.

suddenly, art leans down - his scent fills your nose - something crisp and clean and minty - and his cool lips press against the center of your forehead. your fork haults against the plate, scraping in suprise. you suck in a breath, your heart beating suddenly as fast as a hummingbirds wings. he'd gotten to you so quick, you'd hardly felt a disturbance in the air - a shift in the atmosphere - something about the way he holds his lips to your skin is almost tender. loving. another beat starts, between your legs this time. 

art speaks - and his breath puffs the baby hairs wisping around your head back a little - his voice as soft and smooth as melted butter - 

“you look fucking delicious in my shirt, by the way.” 

[pancharts]

[another-delta-lover]

Imma let lil mr delta nibble my finger. For enrichment

why of course :3

he was hungry anyway, ty for feeding him :]

[igotsnothing]

Beginning/Previous/Next

[cosmoshard]

Sorry i got turned into a cave troll.

[oddsconvert]

"What? Were you laughing at me?"

For anyone <3

"What? Were you laughing at me?"

Declan clamps his palm over his mouth to stifle his laughter, and looks away from his plate. No, he can't - please, he can't laugh, August tried, he did his absolute best - and that's what counts.

But he catches a glimpse of it in his peripheral vision. The burnt toast that resembles charcoal, doused with mayonnaise and garnished with mint leaves. He's in a fit of hysterics all over again.

"What in fresh hell is that?!" Declan wheezes, pointing at his plate.

"Look, Lucas is out of town. I'm a doctor, I've never claimed to be a chef," August jovially huffs and folds his arms like a child having a tantrum. "That's people food is it not?" he quirks his eyebrow.

Declan puffs his cheeks and smiles, scooting his chair back towards the table and pulling the plate back over to him to inspect the ungodly creation.

"Yep..." he giggles, poking at it with the spoon August gave him, "that's people food."

[highroxy420]

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[dyrewrites]

Bloodhound -- remember to play with your toys

The fish was smirking. Leandro did not like that the fish was smirking, but he enjoyed the dramatic kiss a great deal less. Running ideas through his head for what he’d screech when Deluca finally swayed his big ass out the door—buttoning his shirt as he did—he lost them when said door opened.

Devolving into a rant, “That was degrading, hearing it was degrading enough but that kiss. Was it to hurt me, because it felt personal.”

“I’m sure it was,” Deluca said as he slipped his shoes on and ran a hand through his hair before turning to wiggle fingers at Plagios.

Whose sudden presence at the door stuttered Leandro back a few steps. More when the giant—whose height would tower over his beast—glared far too bright.

“You let that,” he spat, quiet and close to Deluca as he followed the swaying goofy grin down a walkway, switching language to further assure the creature didn’t hear, “hai lasciato che quella creatura ti toccasse?”

The sound of Leandro asking if he let a ‘creature’ touch him made Deluca sputter and laugh throaty and loud. Fully sated in a way he hadn’t been in decades—since Lucient, shame would remind, were it able—with no ounce of him begging for anything, he couldn’t help it.

His laughter continued into a crowded thoroughfare.

It was not appreciated, “I come all this way to find you and you were screaming in ecstasy for a nightmare but you’re laughing at me?”

Heady bliss coloring his words, he giggled, “you are quite laughable, Leandro. All you do is laughable,” smiling at morning crowds filing into streets, Deluca hopped into a massive turtle trolley for a slower ride—to bask while his shame was a mere whimper.

“Touring Tortoise,” was its technical designation. Name suggesting its purpose. Route defined, the construct meandered along a set path, passing areas most visited by tourists. Of which Deluca was, and correctly assumed the hotel would be on its route.

Leandro hopped in with and growled at the two bites of prey inside until they fled, “What were you even doing with that thing? I thought you were with a client. You are a detective aren’t you? Or was I right before,” sneering, he leaned forward to say it in the tongue he knew would sting more, “sale petite pu—”

“Don’t,” Deluca cut, smile broken, “and I’m the one who should be asking questions,” leaning close enough to ensure the wolf felt his heat, he savored the whimper, “why are you here, Leandro?”

“I was in the area, caught your scent,” He lied, flopping against the seat, to flee that delectable heat as he pouted, “and you were being unreasonable.”

“I was being honest,” leaning back, Deluca sighed, mourning the loss of afterglow—wondering how long he’d have held him, with all those arms—as he watched other trolleys and autos click by quicker on their mechanical legs.

Would he have let me hold him, perhaps led me to his bed? Thoughts dipped to more intimate moments, mundane and sorely missed, while shame yet whispered too quiet to sting. His hotel was actually a decent distance without his speed, and he mourned that as well.

When Leandro growled for his attention, earning it, “Your blood muddies me, I can’t think straight with you in my veins and in my ears and yet you track me down. Interrupting me. Again. To act the jealous lover when you knew what this was.”

Waving a hand, and ignoring the past tense used, the mocking tone was not the best option but it was his, “Right, the husband in a box you won’t stop pining for. I get that,” smiling at the stern face, he slid across the—terribly wide—turtle construct they shared and pressed in close to one who clearly did not appreciate it, “But why do you need to spread yourself all over Europe when I could be everything you need?”

“Non ascolti mai, cazzo,” a gruffer voice responded before the sigh, “I’m not having this conversation,” remaining where he was Deluca groaned for the wider eyes he turned to, “this wasn’t the only reason you hunted me down, was it?”

“No,” they answered, as Leandro smiled, “I have a case, for the anomalous Detective.”

“Something you’ve yet to explain how you know,” Scoffing for the playful grin he waved his words out, “what’s the case?”

Perking, Leandro crossed his legs and wiggled one as he answered, “A pup got out and bit a kid. So now there’s a little wolf out there. Maybe, I’ll need to test. None of their pack care to look and my nose can only do so much...so I thought I’d ask the Detective.” Leaning, he added, “I can pay.”

“I work off favors,” Deluca said as he looked outside, “and I have a missing woman to find before she kills again, but I can help after. How long until it turns?”

Trying to earn his eyes failed with the lean to claim it, and Leandro sighed, flopping against the back of the seat, “Full moon, usually, but anytime close is possible.”

“So we have a few days before it’s a problem,” nodding as he spoke, Deluca spied the foliage outside his hotel and hopped off the slow moving trolley, “since you’re so good at tracking me down, come find me when needed.” Waving behind him as he walked too slowly to the hotel, he called back, “Fino ad allora, Leandro.”

No, he wasn’t going to stand for the big hot vampire walking away from him again. Rushing to block his entry into the hotel, ignoring the sigh, Leandro rubbed stiff shoulders as he spoke, “You have someone to find?”

“Si,” Deluca allowed the hands, but didn’t take the waist begging his.

“I found you,” Leandro cooed, angling for an ear, licking the silver in it when he wasn’t shoved away, “and you were five countries and a handful of islands away.”

Deluca would call the expression aimed at him desperation but most would call it smug, he agreed with it anyway—because it had a point, “Mi pentirò di questo.”

“You will not regret it,” Leandro corrected, “or working with me,” he added, trying to slip an arm around Deluca’s.

It was shaken off, “No,” gesturing between them and shaking his head, he added, “this is not happening. I will accept your help, as payment for my helping you with the pup, but when all is finished...so are we.”

Leandro did not take those words too well...

[tapipolouzer]

Bramble what is your favourite food?:O if you can still eat food other than blood- if not, what did it used to be?:D

*he's cautious of answering but the question seems harmless enough

asks are open for bramble<33

[poppy-metal]

vampire artashi ohhhhhh <3

thinking about Tashi teaching Art how to feed from you properly— how he can drink slow and take his time because you’re his little human pet and there’s no danger. She explains how it feels like heaven for you, how you’ll moan and how wet you’ll get for him, how if he does it right it can feel like one long orgasm for you. And isn’t that what he wants? Mutual satisfaction for him and his little blood bag?

And that’s easy for Tashi, feeding into the sensual nature of feeding. But Art’s young, he’s hungry and the first lap of your blood makes him lose control. He bites too hard, drinks too fast, leaves you all limp and pliant and unconscious in his arms. Tashi pulls him from you before he can drink too much, before he pushes you past your limits. His mouth is all slick with hot blood, he licks at it, rubs his hand over the mess and sucks his fingers into his mouth. Just ravenous and messy and needy.

Sighhhhh. The mental image of Art covered in blood bc he’s a messy eater :((( too cute

RAHHHH RAHHHH RAHHHHH

the thought of art w his chin covered in slick blood - just not clean about it at all - such a messy eater. it's dripping down his throat too. he's still alot of his human self, leaning on tashi to do most of the seduction - though he's plenty sensual himself. something about his cool blue eyes and how tall he is. he's soft spoken and kind and so polite. they both are but tashi is alot more forward, obviously the one driving the charge here - her hand sliding up your thigh on the way to their penthouse. you can't believe your luck, an insanely good looking rich couple who can't seem to keep their eyes or hands off you. arts shoulder is brushing against yours and you feel him lean in to inhale your scent at the top of your head when his wife kisses you. he breathes you in and seems to be taken by you immediately, moaning softly and trailing his nose along your hair, nuzzling.

his wife dominates the kiss - sliding her tongue against yours. she tastes rich and decadent and she tells you that you taste fucking good - and art seems to like that alot - his fingers that had been petting your waist tentatively suddenly dig in sharply.

you think you'd have more questions more reservations, you've never been this easy - but something about them sweeps you up. you feel underwater almost. everything is syrupy and almost dreamlike, like you've stepped into a romance novel - an erotic novel, more like - you blink and suddenly you're inside their home, and you don't remember even going up the steps or seeing any rooms, and you're on arts lap and his hands are big and splayed around your hips and he's looking up at you in awe, his lashes are like cornflower silk, his hair angelic and soft in your hands. you wonder where tashi went but then art is cupping your neck and he's saying, "you're so beautiful." before he drags you down for a kiss and your thoughts are gone again. no conscious thought is left, just sensations. all coming at you and blooming inside you like a kaleidoscope.

you feel another presence - feathersoft, tashi at your back, soft fingers sliding your zipper down. and arts fingers are at the straps, the simple brush of just the pads of his fingers on your shoulders makes you shiver as he helps tashi undress you, and suddenly your dress is a puddle around your waist.

your nipples pebble - hard at the cool air and then they aren't cold anymore and you realize art has ducked down wrap his lips around them, your breasts pushes together so he can fit both in his mouth. a tongue laps down the ridges of your spine and you arch, feeding more of yourself to art - he sucks and pulls your nipples into his mouth and you feel a sharp poke. just a little sting that makes you gasp. but then a feminine hand is caressing your cheek and cooing at you and telling you you're okay - and you realize you are okay. you're more than okay.

you blink and you're on your back and art is over you and his shirt is off and your legs are wrapped around his jean clad waist and tashi is cupping the sides of your head, gentle like an egg, tilting your head so your neck is exposed and arts tongue is there, tracing a vien -

"now, baby." you hear tashi murmur somewhere far far far away even though she's so close and touching you still. "she's ready for you. so soft and sweet under you - she's going to feed you so well."

you feel the vibration of arts moan against your throat, the scraping of something sharp and then that sting again - piercing and painful - for a second - and then bliss. you shudder as your body seems to slip into a pool of euphoria. you feel like you're floating. you feel everything so intensely like fissures of stimuli flowing through you on a torrent.

you moan helplessly and your body is pinned in place - arts body above yours like marble holding you down under him, hard against all your softness, hard between your legs where it's just the small slip of your panties and the denim of his jeans separating you. and you're wet everywhere, wet in your cunt and soaking your inner thighs as you move your hips desperately against the rigid stiff cock above you for relief. wet on your throat, wet somehow, wet sliding down your neck and pooling in your clavicle and there's a pulling sensation like you're being pulled into arts mouth -

tashis fingers massage your scalp tenderly as you start to fade more and more - foggy and blissful. you stop being aware entirely right after you cum so intensely you think you see god.

the reality of the situation is alot less glamorous than your drunken mind led you to believe. art has nearly ripped an artery in his eagerness to feed. he's rutting between your splayed open thighs like an animal, feverish and desperate. his swallows are loud and he moans through every sip, his nails have sharpened, and they pierce the flesh of your soft ass as he anchors you against him, fucking himself against your body- and he wants to be inside inside inside he wants to feel the warmth of your body - the silk soft wrap of your pussy welcoming him in - but he's too wild with his own hunger to stop for even a moment to drag his jeans down and bury himself where he wants -

he's manic and near delirious with pleasure by the time tashi drags him off you. rivulets of blood pour from your neck wound and tashi quickly nicks her own finger and presses it against the marred flesh - sealing the wound and saving your life.

she'd have let art drain you entirely if she knew he could withstand the guilt. still so fragile, her art. still so compassionate and warm towards humans.

you lay limp and passed out on the couch. art pants above you like he just ran a marathon, looking down at your body with both longing to devour you still and fear of the carnage he'd wrecked upon you.

"she looks dead." he says pitifully. small and childlike in it's sadness. he's shaking.

tashi cups his cheeks, flushed pink with your blood - his face is a mess, slick with your blood - ruby and staining his lips and chin and throat. she leans in and kisses him. tastes you off his lips and thinks of how you taste like chocolate and berries. decadent and rich. art had a sweet tooth.

"she just needs some rest, my love." she kisses his nose. "you did good. messy, though." she rubs her thumb over his bottom lip, smearing your blood across his cheek. "you like her." she notes.

art shudders. his fingers twitch at his sides as he sits up over you and looks down at you - traces a hand down your bare stomach.

"she's so soft." he says, almost to himself. "and warm."

tashi hums. sees the fascination in his eyes and recognizes it as what she'd felt for him all those years ago. dangerous, maybe. but maybe not. there's alot of women who are warm and soft in the world, so she wonders what it is particularly about you that entrances him so. she's curious, despite herself.

"lay her up in one of the guest rooms." she tells art. "she'll be hungry when she wakes. you'll need to feed her."

as closely as art still relates to humans, she knows he's already forgotten how meek you lot really are. how in need of sustenance and how often. if he wants you as a pet he'll need to take care of you.

[pancharts]

vampire au windsong wip

[21deppstreet]

Baxter (I named the into the woods wolf that with a friend) and Barn

[specialshinytrinkets]

hOI!!

I got ARTFIGHT!!!!

WITH THE OCS I'VE NEVER SHOWN BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!! WAAIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Transcript: [hoi!! I got ARTFIGHT!!!! WITH THE OCS I'VE NEVER SHOWN BEFORE!!!!!!!!!! WAAIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[yourlocalintrovertt]

For this

Prob monster and neon fruit for you <3

😘😘😘

[lunamiuna-the-curious-fella]

I wonder which one am I the most

What vibes do i give off??