bramstokerbitch

[bramstokerbitch]

Which is sexier, a werewolf or a vampire?

Depends if you find it sexier to submit to the will of charismatic evil or to be overwhelmed by animalistic power. And that's not a decision I can make for you.

[bramstokerbitch]

MY HYPERFIXATIONS PUT TOGETHER

fuck it, vampire lance. happy q3 entrance everyone

[bramstokerbitch]

Vampire! Funeral Home Assistant

Word count: Just under 1.3K

Warnings: Subby vampire, tried to keep reader gn, NSFW, vampire would die for you and you’d kill for him

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A few years back you stepped up and took over the family business- a small funeral home two many miles south of the closest city. You handled small funerals but mainly just kept to yourself in the white tiled room towards the back of the building. Your own little slice of introvert Heaven. The room with the rows of metal shelving and roll out man sized trays. As a child you liked the little square shape of the doors that concealed pale bodies, prepared for their last viewing. There was one very special door that you never opened- the one with the lock on the inside.

Your little assistant would come out of his little hiding place each night when you woke him up for his day’s slumber. He’d grumble as he crawled out.

“You took longer today” “the tray isn’t comfortable” “why can’t I just have a nibble during daylight hours?”

Still, despite his ingratitude, you always fed your little attendant.

“Come here, baby,” you’d coo, patting the edge of the metal slab in the middle of the room.

Today’s feast? A businessman, struck down in his prime…..or at least, struck down in traffic. Caused a whole scene in the financial district. His family wanted him brought to his home town for preparation and burial. He wore a paper covering, not ready yet. He had only arrived a few hours early so the body was still fairly fresh. The suit and tie would have to come after the embalming. You’d propped him up as well as you could, some old cuts still bloody where windshield met bone. They’d be covered later, you never got sloppy with indentations.

Your little assistant was getting impatient today. He was wearing the adorable outfit you’d bought for him. Your perfect little undead doll. Just like a doll, his hair wouldn’t grow if you cut in, so you never dared to give him a trim. Anyway, you liked seeing his red eyes widen when you grabbed his hair on occasion as you rode him.

He stared as you entered the scalpel between the carotid artery and jugular vein. He knew this bit well. It didn’t take a detective to see how pent up he was, his feet shuffling as he neared. In fact you could feel how excited he was as he stepped directly behind you, a bulge below where his belt buckle should be pressing into your ass.

“He’s so young,” your assistant whined, clearly sick of the elderly clientele you often fed him on. “I could drain him faster, you know, than that machine”.

“Wait,” was your reply. You couldn’t let him drain the body naturally, of course. For the embalming to work, the blood had to be taken out of the body at the same time as the embalming fluid and water flooded the system. It was a slow and steady process, even if he couldn’t possibly understand that.

You could feel your assistant humping your ass as you made a small incision in the carotid, and inserted the embalming fluid pump. Ironically, his whines helped you time exactly when to insert the drain tube into the jugular. It had to be done in five seconds, just enough time to hear your vampire assistant whine and breathe in.

“Please boss please,” sharp fangs pressed against your own neck as he begged. Your vampire assistant would never bite you though. Turns out he was one of the rare vampires who wouldn’t dare bite their loved ones. And he’d gotten attached to you awfully fast after he mistakingly ended up on one of your metal slabs. Thankfully his new diet helped him gain some of his weight back so he didn’t look quite so…..dead. Still undead, of course, truly unnatural to look at. But now he could go several rounds without tiring due to the added strength. He cried tears of happiness the night he realised he was able to cum more than once. Apparently he was too weak to even masturbate while on the streets, nevermind get a proper orgasm. And now he had you. How much his life has changed, he’s mused to you hundreds of times. For some reason, he has insane pillow talk for someone who doesn’t need to sleep.

As you continued the embalming process, your hands were busy so he made do, grinding against your ass as the bag attached to the drain pipe filled with blood. It wouldn’t be hot like the blood he used to get on the streets, but now he got fed so much more often…..and had a mortician with a nice ass to fuck on occasion.

“Boss please, I’ll be so good! Just let me have a suckle, I’ll get on my knees after I swear!”

“You’ll fucking wait for it!” You had to call out, slapping his pale hand away when he went to grab the bag.

Hump.Hump.Hump. He was insatiable tonight. Enough was enough.

“Get back,” you hissed, causing your assistant to jump back, looking like a kicked puppy despite his long fangs and gaunt face.

“You’re going to stay still while I tie off this bag, and you’re going to wait for your dinner tonight”

If your vampire assistant could cry, he would’ve. You spent the next hour cleaning the body up, preparing it for burial. Normally your assistant would be given his liquid dinner first, ready to help out when needed. But tonight you were giving him the cold shoulder, so he just sat in the corner beside the sinks, dinnerless and craving so much.

He whined like a puppy, his gaze switching directions based on what impulse was stronger. Sometimes he’d look at the fridge where you’d put the blood bag, other times he’d stare at you, bent over the metal slab, pampering another man. (It didn’t matter that the man was dead, it was the sentiment that grated at him). He’d bent you over that slab numerous times……and now you wouldn’t even let him grope you while he drained a man’s body. Totally unfair.

Eventually you finished up, pushing the now fully embalmed and dressed body back into the shelving unit. You turned to the not yet washed slab. An idea came to mind.

“Honey, you know….I think you’ve learnt your lesson about patience. You wanna clean this up for me?”

It wasn’t the first time your little vampire assistant used his supernatural powers to speed across the room, but it was definitely the most pathetic. He cried into the metal of the slab as his tongue dragged over droplets of blood that had been left behind. His left hand went to his trousers, tugging desperately though the material.

“My love, please,” he whined, his left hand working over the material of the very trousers you’d bought him. His whines got higher in pitch as he elongated his tongue to reach the crevices. His trousers looked extremely tight as blood smeared over his lips, not wasting a single drop. He looks up at you. He needs you to keep eye contact. He hasn’t been able to cum a single time since he arrived unless his red eyes can see your perfectly normal ones.

“Lick it the table clean, then we’ll have fun,” you couldn’t help but smirk as he humped the edge, hard as a rock against the stainless steel. Minutes ago a corpse lay there, and now your assistant was almost cumming in his trousers at the taste of old blood. He truly had learnt to be patient.

Seemed only fair you gave him a blowjob later as he sucked every drop of blood out of the businessman’s blood bag. Maybe tomorrow you’d push two men into traffic. Whatever it took to feed your funny little assistant.