#vampire bites

[scrapsovereign]

(Not kinktober related, but I woke up thinking about this and couldn’t stop thinking about it all day)

Midnight Snack

Pairings: Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x OC

Words: 490-ish

Rating: Explicit

Tags: NSFW, Astarion Smut, Tav/Reader is not described, Gender Neutral Tav/Reader, breastplay, vampire bites, thigh riding, somniphilia

Triggers/ Author Notes: I tried to make Tav gender neutral for this (I used the word breast, and I did describe the titty in detail if that helps your decision making). This is my first attempt at g/n smut, comments are appreciated and adored, and I’m open to learning!

The first thing you notice as you rouse from your slumber is a cool, pale hand palming at your breast, colored blue in the early morning darkness.

The second is the lukewarm velvet length twitching against your thigh.

Soft lips press a sloppy open-mouthed kiss to the hardened peak of your nipple. A tongue flicks over the nub, and ruby eyes peer up through mussed silver tresses to assess your reaction.

A sharp object grazes against the pebbled bud on your chest and you hiss in reaction to the delicious pain, a shiver of desire rippling across your skin. Half asleep and yet already so willing, you respond by arching your back into his mouth, giving him permission to drink from you.

Teeth that feel like ice shards pierce your skin, puncturing both sides of the areola. He anchors himself at your breast, sucking your nipple inside of his mouth. His tongue undulates against your flesh, encouraging your crimson to trickle down his throat.

Your hand cards through his silver curls, to hold your lover close with tender adoration. A warmth spreads out from your belly knowing that each swallow provides nourishment to his undead body, making him deadlier, faster, stronger.

Excruciating pain has gradually given way to exquisite pleasure, a familiar, delectable pressure starting to build. He whimpers as he squeezes your tits for every last drop of your sanguine nectar, needy and wanting.

His cock glides against your thigh, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. You feel him harden impossibly over you and can only imagine how beautiful the length of him is, dusky and flushed with your blood. His pace falters and his hips stutter, a telltale sign he’s close.

Your center tightens more and more with every movement of his tongue, every lewd slurping noise against your chest.

The pleasure that crests over you is a gentle wave of euphoria, different from the mind-blowing orgasms he repeatedly punished you with hours ago. He reaches his peak at the same time you do with a soft grunt, his eyes fluttering shut. He spills a dribble of his seed on your thigh, smearing the hot trail with lazy thrusts.

He laves at the wounds he’s created, stopping once or twice from nodding off in the middle of his ministrations. Your wounds clotted, he hums with drowsy satisfaction of a job well done as he clambers atop you. The comfort of his body pressed against yours helps to relax you, soothe you. You sigh contentedly in concert, slipping back into sleep before the neon rays of dawn break over the horizon.

In the morning, you are again roused by his cock, this time with the flushed, warm tip prodding your entrance…

[stories4thepack]

The vampire bites the Physic

Wednesday Addams x vampire!reader

(Requested)

Warnings: blood, injury, stabbing (yeah!)

“No!”

You scream, the power of your words scratching the back of your throat like it were the dagger thrusted into Wednesday.

you can smell the blood before you see it

Crackstone twists the blade with a grin. You can hear the sickening tear of Wednesday’s flesh. Your want to run to her side, protect your girlfriend. Yet, the way your mouth waters at the scarlet, stained, school-shirt reveals how much of a danger you are right now.

Laurel Gates strides over to you, a silver dagger in her hand. You know she is going to kill you, plunge it into your heart while wearing that cruel, psychotic smirk.

“Stop,”

Crackstone hisses, his semi-rotten voice box doing little to aid his speech

“Let the leach finish of Goody Addams. “

The cuffs around your wrists are suddenly released, causing you to fall onto your knees. As well as smelling Wednesday’s, you feel your own blood flowing down the side of your head. A result of the beating you had suffered. You hear Wednesday slip to the floor, amazed she hadn’t yet screamed out.

“Bye Bye Wednesday.”

Laurel giggles, tailing Crackstone out of the Crypt. You crawl to the goths side, ignoring the way your chest burns with hunger. When you reach her, you lean against the pillar, exhausted by the pain from your own attack and the hunger flowing through your veins.

“Your going to be alright Wednesday.”

“Is your vampiric Vision impaired? I’m dying!”

You attempt to chuckle but the hunger that is making your vision scarlet and tightening your throat, makes the sound come out as more of a hiss. You’ve learnt to push the hunger down, and continue on with the day, but with more and more of Wednesdays blood flowing from the wound, it becomes increasingly difficult.

“I should put pressure on it, right?”

You manage to force out of your mouth, the words strangled but hopefully understandable. Wednesday doesn’t say anything.

You quickly crawl to your knees, placing your hands over the wound and pushing down hard. The goths face scrunches up in momentary pain. You smile, trying to help as much as you can

but then you look down.

Her blood flows over your fingers, decorating your skin a dark, red. You breath catches in your burning chest, your eyes fading into a dark, deep scarlet. You can not hear Wednesday speaking to you, trapped in your own hungry thoughts, before her hand wraps weakly around yours.

“I can read your face as if you were one of my murder novels, I find your intentions humorous.”

She mumbles, a tiny smile on her face, which is somehow growing paler than it usually is. You look back to the wound, your fingers have unintentionally curved slightly into it.

“Proceed Y/L/N.”

Wednesday mutters, your head snapping towards her face once more. You want to argue, to resist but the single, weak, curt nod she gives you is enough to make your shove away any form of doubt.

You carefully lean forward, your heart flutters as Wednesday lifts her head slightly, allowing you full access to her throat. You brush her messy hair away, unable to fully understand what you are doing. That is, until your lips press against her cool skin. You can feel her heart beat slowing with every second and suddenly, you know what you need to do.

You pull away, ignoring the confused look on Wednesdays face at your action. You place both hands on the Handel of the blade, forcing back your hunger as much as possible.

“This is going to hurt.”

You say, before yanking the dagger out of her body. You hear her hiss, see her eyes close and perhaps imagine a tear hiding beneath her eye lid. You bring your wrist to your mouth, tearing your fangs hastily into it before bringing it over her wound.

You allow a few drops of your blood to fall into hers before bringing your wrist up to her mouth.

“Are you going to turn me.”

You shake your head, you would need to drain her completely for that, and have a few candles and a spell book around. Wednesday manages to open her mouth slightly, enough to allow the blood from your own bite to fall into her mouth. You pull away, crouching beside her as her heart slows to a stop-

Suddenly she sits up, gasping for air. She looks at the palm of her hand before feeling her forehead, searching for the wounds your blood has now healed.

“Your a vampire, how is this possible?”

“The curse of being awesome Wednesday.”

You mutter, lying back against the pillar as Wednesday runs out, going to save Nevermore

———————————————————————

“You alright Wednesday?” You ask, watching as she paces around in her empty side of the room. Her stuff is still gone and her bed has been made with plain white sheets, nothing smells like her anymore, it feels so unfamiliar. She continues to pace…

“Wednesday, Crackstone is gone! Laurel is dead! What has gotten your pigtails in a twist?”

She pauses briefly to throw a sharp glare at you before continuing her pacing. You sigh, realising that calling her name again was useless. So you stand up, walk over to her and place both your hands firmly on her shoulders

“What are you doing Y/n?”

She demands, turning slowly with a scowl on her face. She is met with one of your cocky grins.

“Come one Wednesday! What is bothering you?”

Your voice bounces with playfulness, an attempt at calming the obviously adrenaline rushed girl. Wednesday pauses and you can see the way her jaw tightens as she decides whether to tell you the truth

“Y/n”

She finally says, looking up slightly to meet your bright eyes. There was something missing, she noticing, realising that she disliked the lack of burning, scarlet hunger. There was something about that side of you, a killer, someone who could match how dangerous she herself was, that she found incredibly beautiful

“Last night, at the Crypt-“

“If your gonna ask how I healed you, I honestly have no idea myself. Somewhere down the line I had a wizard for a great, great grandfather or something.”

Wednesday waits until you are finished, deciding the best way to ask is directly (as usual)

“Would you have bitten me.”

It sounds more like a statement but the words are enough to make you freeze. You hate the way your eyes snap to her throat, and you know for certain that she saw the short action.

“Is my blood that tempting for you?”

She asks, stepping closer, deep eyes never leaving yours. You swallow nervously, your hands feeling suddenly very sweaty.

“Yeah, you are.”

Another step, her head tilts upward for you. Instinctively, you brush her pigtail over her shoulder, finger carefully trailing her jugular. Wednesday watches as your glowing eyes darken into that scarlet and she adores the way they look into her own.

“Sorry, I should have my sunglasses o-“

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to your, the gentleness of the action surprises you but soon you are kissing back, hand grasping her throat as if it were a life line.

You pull her by her shoulder, guiding her over to her bed, making her sit down on the edge of it. You decide to sit behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I assume you are going to bite then?”

She questions, her usually monotone voice sounder so much sweeter now. Your lips press against her cool skin, feeling the light shiver that ripples through her body at your touch. You can both hear and feel her heart beating and feel the warmth of her blood. It is all too tempting

You bite down, fangs breaking through the soft skin as if it were nothing. You feel Wednesday stiffen and lean backwards into you as you begin to drink. Her blood the most incredible you had ever tasted. Your hand grasps the other side of her head, tilting her further to the side to give you better access. No other blood would compare to this, no one’s and nothings.

When you finally tear your head from her throat, she turns around, kissing you again and no doubt tasting her blood on your lips.

You fall back against her bed, head sinking into her pillow. Your surprised, nearly shocked when Wednesday lies beside you, your hands touching each other lightly.

“We are going to do this again? Right?”

She doesn’t hesitate with her answer, and moves her head a centimetre to look into those scarlet eyes once more

“Yes, Mon Cher, we will”

[sourtomatola]

Vampire Equinox drabble for the Eclipse SIMP's

Based off this pic I drew

Your back hit the silk red sheets, almost knocking the wind out of you. You would have tired to get up if you weren’t currently gawking at the towering behemoth that is an Animatronic Vampire staring down at you. He effortlessly held one of your hands against the sheet, your entire hand fitting in his upper palm, large fingers stretching like a spider sitting comfortably.

"Well well, breakfast in bed? How delightful~" He grinned down at you. His glowing yellow eyes washed over you as his free hand reached for the clasp on his cloak. His starry cape slipped into his free hand as he set it elegantly aside and placed a knee on the bed.

You were frozen in fear, but upon feeling the bed being weighed down near your legs, you began to squirm and look away for an escape. You grabbed his wrist and pulled at it, determined to get away from this creature with glistening yellow fangs. You scooted your legs away from him, thinking you could possibly twist yourself away. Your desperation growing as you felt more and more trapped under this creature.

“Hmm?” He watched you for a second in amusement, simply keeping your hand held in place. It was only when you tried to roll into a sitting up position that he suddenly leaned in, his face suddenly so close to yours. The glow of his yellow eyes made you feel like a deer in the headlights. You slowly backed away, but your heart jumped into your throat at the realization that he followed you perfectly, making it near impossibly to make space between you two.

Pressing into the sheets now, you could only quiver in place under the Vampire Lord’s sights.

 “P…please…” The single word escaped your breathless lips.

“No need to be shy Little Robin, I am not making any judgements on you.” He assured, as if that was really on your mind right now!

He started to lean closer, but you pressed into the mattress harder, hoping it would swallow you up and save you. His knee nudged between yours, making you feel vulnerable for but a moment before you realized you could use it. You put your knee against his thigh and used it to scoot yourself farther away from his face. You slid easily on the silk sheets, but not far.

“Your amount of fighting is admirable, but unneeded. The game is over.” He said with frustrating patience. Frustrating to you, since now you’re starting to reach the point where you wished he would just get it over with and stop playing with you! He was always like this though, seemed to love to play with his food.

His knees now fully supported himself on the bed, and his free hand placed next to your head. You saw him come closer and tried to press away again, but his free hand slid under your neck and pulled your head upwards to him. Your eyes forced to look into his, but there was no hypnotism, no mercy. He wanted you conscious as he took what he wanted.

His eyes then glanced down to your neck before leaning down. You struggled in one last ditch effort to get away, to convince him not to hurt you again. His larger body kept you from being able to kick or fight much farther than weak struggles and whimpering.

You felt his fangs ghost over your skin, as if trying to find the most ample spot to bite. He was teasing you. Still, after all of it, he was teasing you again!

Finally, his four fangs plunged into your flesh, making you cry out and tense up under the pain. You knew your fighting was just making your blood rush faster, and make it easier for him to drink, but there was not much more you could do under this animatronic horror. You were powerless against this supernatural machine.

You felt your head starting to get light, still cradled in his metal fingers. “Too…too much!!” You gasped, realizing your vision was trying to grow dark from blood loss.

He shushed you softly and left a gentle kiss to your neck before going back to your seeping wound. Your free hand reached around him, grasping desperately at his back in an attempt to hit or pull him off of you. He continued to drain you, unbothered.

As your vison started to close in faster, you could hear his softly chuckle. “Tenacious little darling…I shall savor you.”

Vampire Equinox Eclipse by @miwachan2

[lovelettersto-mars]

‼️ SUGGESTIVE ‼️

Day 4: Daydream

Or rather

"Kisses, and blood, and snow ridding the world of me"

Of course I had to draw something freaky, it's our boys, and they are disturbed. At this point I couldn't tell you if it's Simon Or Baz's daydream (also can we talk about the absolute FREAK Baz is in Carry On. Like Christ almighty that boy....hormones guys 😭) no but seriously the first time I read it I actually had to put the book down when he said something like that like because it was so startling like omfg 😭 this man was just casually dropping "I want to spit on him." In a seemingly normal fucking inner monologue LIKE BASILTON. CONTROL YOURSELF.

Anyways this is a little bit of new territory for me, if I'm being honest I don't really draw this kind of stuff, so I apologize if it looks a little strange.

Id also like to note that I have several sets of markers, and unlike for Baz , I don't really have a color association for simons skin tone and hair so don't expect it to look cohesive with the other drawings lol

As always I've drawn Baz way better than I've drawn Simon, so I'd kindly appreciate if we turn out attention to him and not Simon please and THANK YOU

@carryon-countdown

[zozoparsnips]

Astarion on the night he first bites Tav

[vampiresfromxenon]

This dude I’ve been friends with for a long time now knows just how obsessed I am with vampires and for the past few months he would make jokes about me biting his neck and arms. He’s often tease me by pulling on his shirt collar and exposing his neck toward me, but I never actually bit him. (He’s also told me that I’m the only person he’s ever met that would look really great with vampire fangs, and would get really excited whenever I had my fake ones in)

A few weeks ago he let me sink my teeth into his hand, and despite the pain he asked me to do it again. And again. I drooled all over his hand, holding on and biting harder and despite all that, he asked me to do it again.

Today I expressed that I wanted to bite his hand again, but I wanted a ‘clear yes’ that it was okay for me to bite him. He kept saying “bite me” over and over again, pushing his hand in my face and eventually resting it on my lips for a few seconds. I meant to say ‘explicit yes’ so after minutes of us stalling, I clarified and I got an explicit yes. Even then I was nervous and hesitant, and he gave me his hand and put it in my face again.

I bit him, holding on and hoping to leave teeth marks when he said “bite me like you mean it”. I bit him harder and a second or two later he nearly squealed and pulled away lmao- he complimented how straight my teeth are based on the marks I left on his hand.

[hwangyeddeongie]

bite me

a little something for @ddeongies day! :)

Yeji is immediately transfixed on the veins in Ryujin’s neck. She can see, can smell Ryujin’s flowing blood. It’s sweet, almost chocolatey, and nothing like the blood bags she’s used to. Blood bags are fine, they get the job done, but the taste is nothing appetising. It’s usually something akin to half-rotting meat, and Yeji only feeds because it’s a necessity.

But here, now, she can barely contain herself from excitement. She’s practically shaking in anticipation, her carnal instincts waking up after centuries of slumber. Her fangs grow, now more evident they aren’t regular canines, and force her mouth open.

“Can I?” She mumbles to Ryujin, her lips already on her pulse point. She has to grip the edge of the counter, hard, to hold herself back from biting down on the warm, enticing thrumming of her heartbeat.

“Yeah,” Ryujin whispers back, and that is all it takes for Yeji to press a chaste kiss to her jaw and sink her fangs into her jugular.

Keep reading

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1245

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

A newly vampiric caretaker accidentally loses control and biting the whumpee, who had previously been harmed by a vampire whumper.

In this instance, there’s no lasting physical harm done but caretaker is so scared of themselves and doesn’t want to hurt whumpee that they isolate themselves to try and prevent further harm to whumpee.

It hurts worse if you imagine that the caretaker was turned while rescuing whumpee. Maybe they weren’t even aware of it until their fangs were in the whumpee’s flesh.

[stories4thepack]

Here but gone (part 2)

Wednesday Addams x demon!reader

Warnings: blood, descriptions of injuries, blood drinking, flash backs, Wednesday being a simp. (Anything else?)

The zitronos had taken effect. It had clawed its way into your mind and stolen all control you once had over your body. Wednesday searched your black eyes for anything, anything to show you were still there. That Y/n was still there.

The blood flowing from her abdomen drew you closer, your great, scarlet form within biting distance of her now. Your forked tongue flicking across your dagger sized tusks.

“No”

Wednesday muttered, using apart of her remaining energy to limply raise her arm. An attempt to protect herself. She hears the growl explode from your mouth, sees the way your talons crack into the stone as you rear back.

A flash of blue light sends you into the pillar behind you, your broken cry breaking past your spit dripping lips before you fall limp on the ground.

Wednesday stares in shock before turning to the light beside her. Goody places her hands over the knife tearing it from Wednesday’s body. The Raven hair is so tired, she can barley make out what the spirit is saying, barley see it vanish inside her wound. And suddenly she sits up, her wounds stitching themselves back together as if they have always been able to do so.

without a second thought, she dashes to your side. The pain having caused you to shift back into your human form. Your blood making a puddle around your weak body. She hates the way she falls to her knees beside you, snatching off the black jacket she wore and carefully wrapping you inside it, her body aching as you groaned in pain once more. She ignored the need to question the new feeling, every inch of her black soul focused on you.

she could see the deep wounds in your flesh, the rags that were your clothes doing little to hide them. She recognised the deep scratches of Laurel’s dagger and stared in near horror at the claw marks and chunks of missing flesh she could only assume had been self inflicted.

A tear nearly escaped onto her ghostly cheek

“Y/n,”

she muttered, shaking your body as gentle as she was able to, but at the cry that leaps from your throat, she snatches her hands away.

For the first time in her life, Wednesday didn’t know what to do.

———————————————————————

“You mentioned something about your kind healing with blood.”

Wednesday had mentioned as you sat in the black chair beside her typewriter. The clicking of its keys had stopped, but she did not look away from the words on the page. You looked away from your book, a slight smile on your lips as you responded.

“It does, but it’s also dangerous. “

Wednesday turns her head towards you, eyebrows raised to encourage you to continue

“My kind are rare Wednesday, a dozen left in this country at most. We cannot go about drinking from people. So, at the taste of blood, we could loose control, especially if we haven’t had it before. And, Well! If your injured, that hunger is— burning.”

Wednesday nods, turning back to her typewriter as if to continue. Yet, the irritating bugging to ask one further question got the better of her.

“Have you ever-“

“No”

There’s a silence, the goth lowers her hands from the typewriter, twisting her chair so it fully faced you. You placed your book carefully onto your lap, your face painted with curiosity and slight caution.

“Do you ever want to?”

You sigh, looking away from her, your eyes finding safety staring at Enid’s bright bed across the room. It takes you a moment but Wednesday waits. Listening to your gentle breaths before you turn back to her, eyes attempting to hide the demonic hunger Wednesday had learnt to notice.

“Nearly all the time.”

———————————————————————

You cry out as Wednesday applies pressure to you wound, attempting to stop the bleeding and yet, she watched your blood wash out from somewhere else on your body.

she felt useless, desperately trying to save you as you died anyway

———————————————————————

The night before Wednesday was expelled, you sat side by side in the outskirts of the woods. The night glowing high above. You had missed school, confined to your dorm room by both the blood moon and your own blood lust. You both sat in silence for a while, you watched the constellations while Wednesday took the time to quietly examine you from the corner of her eye. The moon light effectively hid the bags under your eyes and the tiredness in your gaze. But Wednesday knew it was there.

And she knew what was causing it…

“Y/n, you do need blood”

She suddenly declares, taken slightly aback as You laugh, throwing your hands carelessly into the air.

“And who is going to give me their blood. Unlike Vampires, I can’t drink from animals or blood bags! It makes me sick!”

“Then human blood?”

Wednesday asked, her voice carefully remaining monotone and yet her eyes staring fixedly at your face. You sigh,

“There’s still the problem of who.”

Wednesday doesn’t respond, but she turns to you, reaching to lift the sleeve of her jacket up, but your warm hands grasps hers, forcing her to stop. Usually she would of pulled away at the contact, but she doesn’t, curious at the way you command her not to, and yet your hungry eyes demanded satisfaction.

———————————————————————

“Y/n, stay with me.”

Wednesday almost begs as your eyes stare into hers. You give her a weak smile, but flinch and cry out as yet another shock of the zitronos hits you.

Wednesday cannot take it, until an idea flows into her mind. And she knows what she has to do.

“Y/n, I apologise.”

She mutters before hastily pulling up the black sleeve of her shirt, exposing her pale skin. She brings her wrist to your mouth, pressing hard against the fangs poking out of your mouth.

You can’t resist. And Wednesday knows it.

You bite down, too blinded by your own pain to fully comprehend what your doing. You drink, lapping at the blood flowing into your mouth. Groaning as your strength begins to return. You grasp her arm with your free hand, the other digging into her thigh. Wednesday is dazed, trapped in a of great pain, and yet, the willingness to let you continue is one out of pure enjoyment

The pain is nothing compare to the gentle feeling of her blood being sucked away. Your grip on her arm tightens, your eyes snapping open to reveal your blood red pupils. Filled with nothing but hunger and desperations.

you were loosing control.

Wednesday places her free arm behind your back, sitting you up to give you better access to her wrist. For some reason she trusted you, knew you would stop even if you seemingly couldn’t. She relished in the pain you were bringing her, she watched as her blood coated your lips how your scarlet eyes closed again as the zitronos was being rid from your body

“Y/n, that’s enough.”

The goth muttered as the corners of her vision darkened. But you didn’t.

“Y/n!”

She demanded. But you didn’t stop. Maybe Wednesday had been wrong to trust you, to give you her blood. Maybe she would become your prey, your first kill.

“Y/n!”

She forces out, before there’s a howl from outside.

[dragon-queen-database]

I don’t know how to draw vampire bites. Lol.

What ten years of no sunshine or fresh air and only speaking with a vampire does to a man. ⚜️🩸

[vampiresfromxenon]

Not to be possibly slightly tmi but thanks to Astarion, I discovered last night with my partner that I have a biting kink 💀 He was biting my neck and like. I’d only known it from Astarion fics and things like that. GOOD HEAVENS is all I can say on the matter. Making him wear fangs next time (my soul will leave my body in the best way possible)

[just-a-n0b0dy]

Out here tryna bleed for someone ;(

[neaverse]

I need more vampire jegulus fics

[dread-red-queen]

Chapter 2 of Dark Tower is up

🚫 Do not re-upload/edit my shots/art without my permission🚫

[yandereloveraw]

To recount and have the information for future reference on what my vampire au ocs bites feel like:

Vamp! Vanilla: Her bite is akin to a mother's warm embrace while being fed cookies. Makes you instantly relax and fills your mouth with the taste of chocolate chip cookies.

Vamp! Xavier: His bite is a bit icy at first, but quickly makes you relaxed and sleepy. The area he bites you at becomes numb too, so you can barely feel it.

Vamp! Archie: Has the most intense bite unfortunately. You'll feel a sharp sting followed by a burning sensation.

Jasper: His bite makes you feel pure ecstasy. Nothing about it feels unpleasant. Makes sense why so many people like him lol.

[depressednarwhalpotato]

I mean

Vampires turn people into other vampires by biting them.

So yeah that would be their reproductive organs.

Conversation that Tumblr is not ready for:

A Vampire's fangs are also it's reproductive organs