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xjackxv · 13 hours
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𝕷𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚🍷
-𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉.
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xhsdmg-gth · 2 months
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Kinktober (31)- Bite Me
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Natasha X Reader 18+
Summary: After being edged all night, you’re desperate for Natasha to give you your release, but she’s adamant on hearing you beg for what you want her to do.
Warnings/Tags: Strap-on, Rough Smut, Dom Nat/Sub Reader, Biting during sex, Vampires, Choking, Squirting, Dirty Talk, Degrading
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"Fuck," you moaned as the toy was thrusted into you, her hips flush against yours while your head lolled back against her shoulder, a desperate noise leaving you. "Nat, please," your tone laced with lust and desire as she slowly pulled her hips back, gradually sliding the strap on back into you to fill you up again, another sinful noise being dragged out of you.
"Please what, Detka?" she hummed, her hands gliding down your body, teasing the skin with her nails as she scratched along your abdomen softly, your hips twitching at her touch. You needed her to move. You had been teased enough already.
"Please just let me come," you whisper, her free hand lifting your head off her body so she could pepper kisses along the side of your jaw, smirking against the warm skin as you pushed your hips back against hers. "I need you, please fuck me," you groan as her fingers find your clit, slowly circling it to keep up with her teasing.
"But do you deserved to be fucked, Detka?" she mutters against your skin, her fangs grazing the juncture of your neck, your breath hitching. "You were such a bad girl, being such a brat," her tone dropping an octave as her free hand moves to settle on your throat, the sensation of her hand and teeth causing your mind to cloud with arousal, "I'm not sure you deserve to be fucked like my little slut, do you?"
"No," you say, agreeing with her as, after your stunt, you deserved the punishment, your head tilting to look into her darkened and enticing green. "But I can't take it anymore, so please," your tone is nothing but desperate, the redhead's gaze softening for a moment as she had been harsh with your punishment, your body feeling as though it had been edged for hours on end now.
"You're so lucky I love you," she mutters, claiming your lips, feeling you smile into it as her hands move to settle on your waist, her hips snapping up into yours, the toy thrusted roughly into you causing a moan to escape you. Her mouth moves to kiss along your neck, her fangs purposely grazing the skin to fuel both of your arousals, relentlessly pumping the toy into you as you chant her name, her hands keeping your body upright.
"That's it Detka, take it like the good little slut you are," she pants at the shell of your ear, your body clenching tightly around the toy as pleasure sparks through you, nothing but her name and sounds of pleasure being torn out of you.
Her hand circles around your body once again as more dirty words are whispered into your ear, the heat between your thighs unbearable as you throb around the toy, your body begging for its release as your mind is clouded with euphoria, vision almost blurring at how amazing everything felt.
Natasha's pace never eased as she mercilessly fucked the toy into you, giving you the rough fuck you wanted as you desperately wanted to feel her fill you up, to feel the sensation of coming all over her cock.
"Nat," you moaned, hand reaching wildly behind you to reach her red hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you held onto her for support, your legs trembling as your orgasm neared. The other woman's lips tugged up into a smirk at your tone, her fangs pressing down against you softly, the sensation odd but addictive as you wanted her to do it again but harder. "Harder, please," you whisper as she gathers that you don't mean her hips as they're already pounding into you, her fangs teasing you by only pressing a little harder.
"Nat," you whined when you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your release, wanting to feel her teeth sink into you.
"Y/n," she mocked your tone, "Come on Detka, tell me what you want."
"Bite me," you groan out, her fangs immediately sinking into your neck, nothing but pleasure taking over your body, legs shaking as liquid gushes around the toy, a string of moans being ripped from the back of your throat.
Your eyes flutter open a few moments later as Natasha slows her thrusts, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, body trembling against hers as she wraps her arms around your middle, tongue soothing the bite mark while murmuring loving words to help you calm down.
"There's my Detka," she whispers playfully when you tilt your head to the side, connecting your lips softly while a small moan escapes you when she pulls out, kissing you in apology and smiling against your lips. "Someone enjoyed that," she teases softly once you realise why the sheets feel so wet under you, cheeks tinting red as she continues to kiss your lips softly, coaxing you into the safety of her arms as you relax against her.
"Shush," you mutter embarrassed, her chuckling against your lips before pulling back, your eyes flickering down to her mouth, her tongue seductively swiping across her lips before she parts them, showing off her stunning fangs, the smirk dangerous as arousal pools between your thighs once again.
"Fuck it," you mumble before turning around in her arms, crashing your lips together and pushing her body down on another part of the bed, immediately straddling her lap, ready for another round. 
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tonythepizzaguy · 5 months
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a crooked touch part 16: a king on his throne
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True Love Is (Rare)
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‘The Vampires Kiss’
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Lalla Ward - Vampire Circus (1972)
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lialivingart · 6 months
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Something hot 😈🔥
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reh-hateshumans · 2 years
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fuck therapy i just want a vampire to bite me
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seraphinitegames · 11 months
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The biggest shock in this book wasn't the heart shattering A kiss no, it was the fact that N wants the detective to be turned into a vampire despite their love and connection and how much they cling on to to humanity
It was certainly a shock to N too! And a thought they will be having to process for some time!
Though at least they'll be the one vampire who is prepped for that conversation when it finally happens, hehe ;D
Thank you so much for the message! :)
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stories4thepack · 4 months
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The Vampire bites the Werewolf
Enid Sinclair x Vampire!Reader
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Warnings: fluff, blood cause it’s vampires (Comments below if you want a Wednesday version)
You aren’t sure how you went from helping Bianca evacuate the school, to running around in the dark, Hyde infested woods for your girlfriend. You didn’t dare call out her name, out of fear Tyler would hear you. You clutch her long, pink, mud covered coat after finding it slightly torn on the floor. You could smell her sweet, bubbly scent still on the fabric.
The trees grinned as you ran, flashing their bark made tusks in your direction, their bony fingers spreading across the sky, the full moon almost blocked out by their branches. Then you heard it, a bark, followed by an animalistic whine from behind the darkness on your left.
You twist your body in the sounds direction, stumbling but never breaking stride. Desperate to get to your girl, your wolf. Running faster as the whines become more and more human.
“Enid!”
You called, breaking into a sprint as you hear her weak voice back. Everything begins to jumble together, your thoughts, the sounds and smells in the forest are now little more than distractions from your Enid.
“Enid.”
You breath out as you break through into a clearing. There on the floor is your girlfriend, wearing nothing but mud on her hands and feet. You dash over to her, barely acknowledging “Thing” holding the werewolf’s hand. Your fall beside her, wrapping her jacket around her exposed form as quickly as possible.
She falls into your body, slipping her free hand into yours. You hum for her, unable to express words but hoping that the sound was some form of comfort to the girl. It was perfect, holding her there, knowing that Tyler hadn’t killed her. You brush your hand through her messy hair
And that’s when you freeze
Your fingers are covered in blood, more than you had ever expected. Enid pulls away, seeing the way you tense as your eyes meet her face. Staring in hunger at the blood flowing down her forehead, from the fresh cuts on her face.
“Shit”
You mutter, attempting to pull away from her grasp, but her hand tightens around yours.
“Y/n, come on you can fight this.”
She says, almost begging you to get your act together. But you can feel the liquid on your skin, your mind was torn between becoming the predator or remaining the safety. You want to tell her to leave, push her away, but all you can do is groan, grinding your fangs in frustration.
Enid pulls the coat around her body before shuffling over to your face. She pulls the pink sleeve up, revealing fresh and deep claw marks in her forearm. You roar at the sight, both out of hunger and fury at whoever did this to her: no doubt Tyler.
“It’s alright, sssh, it’s alright.”
Enid whispers, moving carefully forward until she is directly in front of you. She brings her bloody arm to your lips, pressing a quick, encouraging kiss on your forehead.
Your mouth opens instinctively, blood dripping onto your tongue. Enid smiles slightly at you, the dark bags under her eyes showing how tired wolfing out made her. She shouldn’t be giving you her blood
You bite down as gently as you can, hating the way you cause the painful hiss that slips from Enid’s mouth. You drink slowly, forcing down the desperate creature lurking in the back of your head.
“Thank you.”
You mutter as you pull your head away, offering a hand to your werewolf. She takes it, standing to her feet carefully before falling into you. You laugh quietly, earning an exhausted scowl from the blonde.
“Come on!”
You tease, before scooping Enid into your arms and carrying her bridal style. She purrs, snuggling into your chest as you carefully walk her back to Nevermore. The full moon glowing above.
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whumpsoda · 3 months
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Punishment - Malak & Adrastus
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This is a piece for my whumpee and whumper one <3 (aka the heavily enthralled whumpee)
Taglist- @softvampirewhump
cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, pet whump, hypnosis, intimate whumper, blood, biting
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“Say ahhh.” The vampire cooed, looping a finger through their thrall’s vibrant, perfectly pink collar, tipping his head upward. The motion was received easily, Malak’s head lolling along with his master’s whims.
He stretched his mouth open in response, eagerly sticking out his tongue with drooping eyes. Adrastus smiled down from their seat on the pillowy couch, delicately scratching their pet under his chin. 
Sticking a thick, juicy cut piece of tender meat on a fork, the vampire twirled the delight to their captives face, of which Malak eyed intently. The fork stopped just inches above his tongue, and he softly whined as a dribble of slick drool slipped to his chin. “I said, say ah.” Adrastus demanded, teasing the human. 
Malak obeyed their immature request, glassy gaze still fixated on the small bite of food. “Ahh…” he dutifully obeyed, lifting his head to rest on his master’s thigh. His voice was calm and slow, the sound strung out lazily.
Satisfied, the vampire giddily chuckled. They pressed the piece to Malak’s awaiting tongue, and the steak was quickly stolen by the clutch of his teeth. As he savored the marvelous taste dancing along his tongue and down his throat, Adrastus affectionately tapped his nose.
“Good boy.” They praised, and a warm sensation stirred through Malak’s belly. Their affectionate fingers sifted through his curls for a moment, as he nuzzled his body against Adrastus’ leg, purring with drowsy contentment.
He discreetly eyed the still busy plate of food rested next to his master, actively yearning for Adrastus to present him with another slice. Malak waited and waited, becoming a smidge more impatient with each repetition of the vampire’s lovingly stroking hand.
They must’ve taken notice of his expectancy, turning their gaze from him to the plate, with a smug grin. “Oh honey, dinner’s over.”
Malak’s face dropped, turning confused to his master. Over? The plate was still full! At the most they’d fed him only four pieces so far!
Adrastus dragged their hand down his perplexed expression, his skin chilled by the touch. “Darling, you’re being punished, remember?” The thrall’s mouth widened unintentionally, eliciting an amused laugh from his master. 
Punished? Malak had never been punished. Or, perhaps he just couldn’t ever remember having been punished, but that didn’t make much sense either. Malak was a good boy, practically perfect. Why would he ever need to be punished? 
“Puh… punishhh…?” He mumbled, words a slurry slipping from his lips. 
“Goodness, you don’t even remember what you did, do you? Silly boy.” They crooned, wholeheartedly enjoying Malak’s discomfort. “You broke one of Master’s things earlier. The vase Lord Darius had gifted me.” 
Malak didn’t remember. He tried to of course, but remembrance wasn’t exactly his strong suit. The painful sensation of the attempt quickly shut him down, to his dismay. He distraughtly frowned, shoving his head into Adrastus’ skin like a distressed kitten.
“Naughty, naughty.” They tisked. “I was very upset over losing such a precious item. What do you have to say for yourself?” Adrastus aggressively held him by the collar, straining Malak’s head upward. His brain dizzy and fuzzed, he stumbled over incoherent words.
“Buh, um, good… good boy, ack, ah, accident…” Adrastus was nearly overwhelmed by the cuteness of their dazed out pet, a smile creeping across their lips. They slid their grip from his collar, all the way down to the leash wrapped around their ankle. 
“Of course you didn’t mean to, dear, but I can’t just ignore these things. If I were to let it go, who knows what you’d do next! It’s my job as your owner to ensure you don’t dare think one naughty little thought.” They tugged the leash to the ground, violently jerking Malak onto his calloused hands. 
Adrastus stood tall, looming over the much larger man on the floor. Head spinning  and puzzled, Malak sluggishly crawled along with the commanding yank on his throat. His knees knocked against the hardwood flooring, with each of the vampire’s steps. 
As he was no longer huddled up to the couch, he soon truly realized how cold the house was. He probably should’ve known something was different when his Master had taken away his dress and blankets, leaving Malak almost in the nude during such a harsh winter.
He followed Adrastus to the corner of the room, where they had stopped, almost bumping into their ankles.“You’ll be staying in here for tonight.” 
Malak’s head wobbled, weakly shifting to where the vampire had gestured.
Numerous strings of thin, rusting wires of metal crissed and crossed over one another, constructing the form of a human sized cage. Malak instantly winced at the sight, digging his face into Adrastus’ calf, whimpering.
The vampire ignored his discomfort, shifting the lock and opening the door. “Come on, in.” They ushered, guiding him by the pressure of a hand on his back. 
Begrudgingly he flimsly climbed inside, folding and compacting his limbs to fit. With Adrastus having removed any sort of bedding for a bottom, the icy coil dug miserably into his flesh. Accompanying another strangled whine, Malak savored the sensation of one last gentle caress from his master.
Adrastus smiled, lovingly and genuine like Malak knew them, as they gingerly locked the gate, confining him inside for however long they wished. Tears pricked at Malak’s eyes, clouding his hazed vision even further. He watched as his master made their unbothered way around to the kitchen, and let out a strangled cry when the vampire carelessly dumped the rest of his supposed dinner into the garbage.
Soon after, Adrastus plopped back to the couch, settling comfortably to a pile of lush blankets and pillows, switching on the television to drown out the human’s noise. Malak desperately nudged his face into the freezing metal, feebly jostling it with his thick fingers. 
With a slow, jumbled brain, he softly sniveled and fussed. He’d already forgotten whatever master had said he’d done to deserve the treatment, too distraught by how uncaring his master had been. Malak couldn’t remember much, but he surely didn’t remember a time when master had put him in the cage. 
With pleading, disregarded eyes, he nuzzled himself into his own body, in a futile attempt to preserve warmth.
Malak shifted, the cage rattling slightly with each movement. The metal loop on his collar jingled with each shake of his leash, that tapped against the metal. He grunted as slender, freezing flesh slithered in a path from his back to his neck, and burrowed into his mess of locks. Nimble fingers carded gently through his hair, beginning to pull him from a light sleep. 
He opened his eyelids in search of the source, vision hazing in an attempt to adjust to the darkness. Malak trailed the stretched hand to a face, eyes still dreamy yet glistening at the realization of who the limb belonged to. 
“Muh…Mah, mmh…!” Craning his neck, still in the confines of the pen, he greedily snuggled into Adrastus’ blissful touch. Still drowsy and discombobulated, he nearly thrusted his head into the side of the gate. Adrastus expelled an entertained hum, of which he responded with a gratified sigh.
Malak groaned as his muscles began to budge and untwist without any of his own intent. Sorely, his limbs twitched with ache as they were tactfully unfolded and brought through the now open gate. 
With care and ease, the vampire delicately lifted Malak’s fatigued body out of the crate and onto their lap. “Your time is up, darling.” They whispered, with a honey smile that melted their pet’s mind. “I was so worried about you, my sweet. It was just utterly heart wrenching to see you so upset.” 
Adrastus rested a curled up Malak upon their chest, embracing him firmly. He mewled pleasantly, liquifying into their hold. “All nice and delightful now, isn’t it?” The vampire cooed, before leaning into Malak’s neck.
They planted supple, pliant kisses to the man’s flesh, their even breath warming the frigid area. With each press of their lips, Malak held back a stifled gasp. 
Adrastus’ mouth turned to his ear, almost tickling his skin by how close they were. “Neither of us got dinner tonight, dear. I think it’s time you pay me back for your little accident.” Adrastus huffed the words into his ear, breathy and smooth, replacing Malak’s squishy brains with cloudy cotton. 
Pleasure pulsed inside of him with each following word, his eyes fluttering from drowsy excitement as Adrastus audibly beared their fangs. They easily pierced his baren skin, one of the vampire’s arms holding their human close, the other gripping at his pet collar.
Malak barely noticed the reopening of the puncture wounds, too enamored with the sensation of his master licking the dribbles of red that began escaping him. 
Adrastus strung the moment out, one second eagerly sucking out their savory meal, the next leisurely dragging their sleek tongue across the openings. With each contact, Malak fell deeper into his master’s shoulder, eyelids drooping and jaw falling slack.
As cold as his still was, especially with the lack of warmth provided from the undead skin gripping his own, the pleasure seeping into Malak’s being more than made up for it.
Once satisfied, Adrastus tenderly kissed the wounds to a close. Their form fully relaxed, Malak resting fully numb and limp in their powerful clutch. 
The vampire studied the entranced human in their arms, brushing stray curls from his forehead. “Sweet dreams, darling.” They sang, practically inaudibly, printing one last peck to Malak’s flesh.
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snowfolly · 18 days
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I've been editing tonight and wanted to post a snippet of erotic blood drinking smut bc why not
(under the cut in case you dont wan't to read about erotic blood drinking smut lol)
“My my, so needy aren’t we?”
He breathed against her lips, curling a finger into her as she exhaled from the fluttering pressure. Her eyes locked with his, heavy lidded and glazed with lust as he inserted a second digit, adeptly arched to press her to pleasure.
She whined softly against his mouth, running her hands through his curls, but at this he hardly noticed. He worked his fingers inside of her, mindlessly pushing her to ecstasy as he wished for nothing more than to chase his own pleasure — to sink his teeth into her and suck and suck and have his fill.
Astarion placed his lips on her neck, sucking but not biting, desperately wanting to bite but stalling, his lust for Tali’s blood sending him into his own haze. It was right there. He could feel her life essence pounding through her mortal veins just under his lips, and the voices sang to him. Inhuman and terrible and wonderful.
The most divine substance in the entire world was one simple bite away and yet he forced control over himself, which he found was much harder to do without Cazador’s order. He could only think of all the times he'd longed for this, in these exact moments, giving others pleasure while his rapture lay right under their sweaty skin, never to be taken…
He barely heard her when she told him to do it.
Had she told him to bite her?
His mind had been so far away and he nearly asked her to repeat herself when she spoke up again.
“Take what you want from me, Astarion. Take it, ” she panted, and without further hesitation, he bit her.
His mind went fully crimson as his teeth snapped through her supple skin, fully healed up by magic and hot as the fire of the hells as his fangs made way for her blood. It trickled onto his tongue and he sucked harder, desperate to flood his mouth and fill his aching veins with life.
It was sublime, flowing into him with a rapturous chorus afforded by his vampiric malediction, so many accursed voices crying out in ecstasy as he fed.
He sucked, moaning as she moaned, his fingers moving of their own accord inside of her as his mouth and veins were awash in her warmth, her vitality, the furious song of blood consuming his mind. There could be no better thing than this, no more rapturous thing than a vampire taking the blood of sentience. 
No food, no wine, no sex or any conceivable pleasure could top this sanguine ecstasy. There was no possible way.
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indianaterrors221 · 5 months
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To all the vampires/vampire enthusiasts of Tumblr:
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