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ash-rigby · 7 months
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I love unconventional vampire feeding locations. Like, yeah, the neck is undoubtedly sexy, but imagine your thighs...
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jelliedink · 5 months
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Ancient Vampire Partner as a Service Top Headcanons
Warnings: Pure smut. Mentions of death, blood, violence. No gender specified, but reader do get periods. Implication of abusive relationship. Author's note: I wrote an extensive introduction to this post, but then I realised that was mostly me rambling. So I decided to get straight (and kinda gay) to the point. Shall we? Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
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Here's my take on how I think the sexual dynamic between a human and their ancient vampire lover would go:
Your ancient vampire partner knew they had to be gentle and careful with you. Much like us when carrying a newborn puppy, they were aware of how easily your bones could break if they got too excited. Since sex for them was now more of an echo from their human days and not a survival need, they were ok with going without sex for long periods of time, perhaps waiting until you were ready to be turned. For now, they thought it was safer to wait.
You, on the other hand, were very much not ok with this. You were human, your body evolved to make happy chemicals from sex. As if that wasn't enough, the main survival strategy of your partner's species was looking hot as fuck to lure humans, getting their thoughts so clouded by lust that they'd ignore the stone cold touch, the sharp fingernails, the bluish hue of their skin and the sharpness of their teeth. Your whole body went crazy just by looking at them.
They knew you couldn't help it. So, whenever you were needy and in the mood, they didn't mind putting you on their lap, back against their chest, and touch you until you've had enough. They loved being able to make you feel good, whispering on your ear while playing with your body: "What do you want to try today?" "Do you want me to get one of our toys?" "Does it feel good like this?" "Is this intensity enough?"
In the days you desperately needed to feel them inside of you, they ignored their own desire while watching you ride them mesmerised, gently guiding your hips up and down while kissing and caressing whatever part of your beautiful, soft and warm body they could reach. God, how pretty you looked with your eyes out of focus, using their body to get off and scratch that itch.
And when you were too tired they gladly took the lead, paying attention to your every reaction, focusing on how to serve you better: "Hold my shoulders tight so I can reach deeper without hurting you, ok?" "Slow and steady, precious, or you'll be tired before we can have the amount of fun you deserve." "Here, it will feel even better if you touch yourself too."
But they were far from being selfless. The moment you got your period they morphed into a feral and self-serving beast, unable to control themselves any more than a hungry lion would if near a trapped deer. This was one of the very few times they could feed off of you and they were not letting all this food go to waste.
You'd get properly cushioned in a comfortable position, a heating pad on your lower belly, your legs on their shoulders and they would lick you clean. Prepare to be there for a while, no amount of begging would make them let you get up until they're finished. Of course you always tried to. Every time this happened, they'd first try to convince you with love and praises, but their tone got increasingly more authoritative and mean until you couldn't recognise your lover anymore. "My baby, you taste so good." "How can you be so good to me, my little angel?" "Can't you hold on just a bit more? Please? For me?" "Oh, you're being tortured with too many orgasms? You poor thing, that sounds so terrible." "Pretty, you're not getting up. Don't think that you have a choice just because I'm trying to be nice." "Maybe if I show you how painful I can make it you'll realise how good you're having it stop being such a whiny ungrateful brat. You want this, my baby? You want me to hurt you? So don't make me hurt you."
In the end they'd kiss your whole weak body and your puffed teary face while begging for your forgiveness. They'd say they don't deserve you, they are a monster, they just don't know how to control themselves when you smell like this and they were so hungry. You'd be pampered: a hot bath, body massage, your favourite food, that thing you've been eyeing for so long but was way too out of your budget.
They'd do just about anything you ask for. Anything but promise not to do it again.
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belladonna-mae · 1 year
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flowerbetweenfangs · 16 days
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Vampire Bite
A vampire whose saliva acts like lube for their fangs. They lick your neck, getting it all nice and slick. Maybe it tingles or feels really warm when there's a breeze rolling over it. The memory of breath builds in anticipation as they prepare to bite.
Once their lips touch your skin, icy cold makes you stiffen, only to feel ecstasy as fangs penetrate. Their saliva dribbles into the wound, allowing deeper penetration. You tilt your head back to give them more access as the icy cold is replaced with fiery hot pleasure, moaning for them.
Once they finish drinking, you're ready for more, ready to pounce and warm up their cold body.
And they're all too willing as your aroused blood flows through their veins.
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chrissy-kaos · 1 year
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Do you want to be a vampire like me? Well, come here, sweetheart, and let me bite you 🧛‍♀️🦇🩸
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ash-rigby · 13 days
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I think that vampires would do those horrific, face-stretching yawns that cats do
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werecreature-addicted · 8 months
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Thinking about a monstrous, lonely centuries old vampire (with a beautiful human disguise) in their castle, believed to be myth by many. But you know that it’s no myth, and go venturing up to their castle one rainy night. You arrive at their doorstep, soaked to the bone and shivering. “Oh please, would you kindly offer a traveler a nights stay?” Feigning innocence, the vampire can’t help but let such a poor, sweet thing like you in for the night. They light a fire and offer you a change of clothes, and a room of your own. Even after leaving you alone to change, you can feel their gaze on you as you undress. You can feel the tips of their fingers slide up your back, and their lips meet your neck with fangs gently grazing skin. “So soft…..and so sweet” You smile to yourself, knowing this is exactly what you’d been looking for
The vampire looks at you with piercing eyes as you tell your story. A young helpless waif chased out of your hometown with accusations of being a sorcerer who'd lain with the devil to receive magic. How silly, they think. If you really were some sort of warlock you would have known better than to come here.
Their eyes are not on yours as you speak, but instead on your chest. your white shirt has gone transparent, soaked through by the rain. How cold you must be but your blood still runs hot.
They invite you in. They offer you dry clothes, a hot drink, and a spot by their fireplace. The vampire sits next to you, staring deeply into your eyes. Poor thing, so desperate for a place to stay while the storm passed, and with nowhere else to go. Of course, you could stay here...if you're willing to pay that is.
You know by the way they look at you they aren't interested in whatever gold you might have. They stalk closer and tug at the dry shirt you'd only just put on. This isn't so bad, you think. It's just sex. giving them your body is really the least you can do.
Their lips are on your neck, their hands still removing your clothes, it's fine, good even. Then their teeth sink into your throat and suddenly all sense of ease you felt is gone and the word "Vampire" flashes in your mind.
You could scream, but who would hear you? you could struggle, but how could you win? The best thing to do is give in and let yourself enjoy the new sensation. The vampire won't kill you, they aren't that cruel. you can even stay here as long as you like- as long as you keep paying that is.
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vampiiriic · 3 months
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everyone wants a vampire girlfriend until she loses control of her bloodlust and kills you horrifically in a spectacular arc of blood and viscera and sinks her teeth into your shredded flesh and blood runs down her chin from your shattered veins as the light leaves your eyes. 🙄
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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months
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could you make a male reader x hope Mikelson? Lizzie creates a spell to make everyone tell the truth, Hope then reveals that she is very in love with the reader, which makes her blush a lot and tenderly covers her face in shame. The reader also reveals that she is also in love with Hope, and they kiss very lovingly. starting a relationship
Lizzie: I may have accidentally cast a truth spell. No one speak a word!
Hope: I find Y/N super attractive!
Hope winces…
Y/N: I find myself staring at Hope’s beautiful eyes and sometimes her butt more times than I can count
Hope: how often?
Y/N: every day (winces)
Hope: I really want you to kiss me right now
Y/N: okay!
Hope pulls Y/N into a kiss as Lizzie simply shakes her head…
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gentleanddamned · 6 months
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why must I work, why must I toil in a cubicle instead of having a werewolf boyfriend and a vampire girlfriend who call me their beloved darling and we live together in a cottage covered in ivy and I get to read and drink tea while they nibble on me like the gentle muffin that I am-
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monstersandmaw · 8 months
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I just pictured getting into a silly arguement with your vampire partner and then you get so petty that you go stand out in the sun so they can't get to you.
My hand slipped: (gn reader, f vampire, sfw)
"I can't believe you left the garlic out on the counter where I could smell it! Again!" she hissed, eyeing the offending bulb with glaring, scarlet irises. "You know how it affects my throat!"
"You said you wouldn't come in the kitchen anymore!" you fired back at her. "You get to drink any kind of blood you like -- I don't judge you for it -- and you said I could have the kitchen as my space where I get to have the things I like to eat."
"Yes, but you don't have to smell deer blood on my breath for a week after I go hunting!"
"God dammit, I just wanted some garlic bread, sweetheart," you practically sobbed. "I miss it, ok?"
"I don't see why I should have to pay for your -- where are you going?"
"I'm going outside. This is clearly not going anywhere and I need a minute."
"Get back here," she yelped as you flung open the back door and stepped out into a blazing August afternoon.
Crickets and insects filled the air around you with their raucous chorus from the grasses, and in the oak tree above you at the end of the garden, a pigeon cooed in a decidedly lacklustre voice, lamenting the cooler days yet to come.
You took a deep breath and let the sun's fierce heat prickle all up your bare arms. You'd never had an argument with Celine before, and with it being over something so petty as a stray bulb of garlic, you felt unnerved and off-kilter. After only a few minutes, you bit your lower lip and turned towards the back door of the house again, finding her sitting on the step, staring at you.
Her bare toes were tucked right up against the step as the creeping tide of daylight washed slowly towards her, and your heart lurched at the thought of it scorching her skin because she was too stubborn to go inside and wait for you both to cool off. Metaphorically. It was hot as Satan's balls out there.
"Celine," you breathed, knowing full well she would hear you, even at that distance.
She lowered her head, her thick, dark, curly hair falling in front of her face and her hands dropping to dangle listlessly in her lap.
With slow, measured steps, you returned to her and stood before her on the path, still separated from her by a wall of searing sunlight.
She looked up and met your gaze. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry I overreacted. Keep your garlic. Keep everything that makes you human and everything I love about you and everything that you love. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry I wasn't more thoughtful about storing it so it doesn't waft around the house. I forgot how refined your senses are."
You held out your hand, letting the shadows cast by the house slide up your skin so she could safely hold your hand. Celine rose to her feet and drew you into the cool embrace of her arms. "I love you," she whispered into your hair as she cradled you close. "I love you so much."
"Garlic and all?"
She chuckled. "Yes, garlic and all. We did meet at Francesco's dinner party after all."
"That was an awful lot of garlic," you snickered. "Even for me."
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