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springfallendeer · 1 year

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The Bells -1

I really like @xitsensunmoon's vampire AU boys. So I defiled them. And whored out my OC, Ayala, in the process.

Most likely non-canon to their AU (up to them). I might write more from this setting in the future. But this fic comes out to 7 parts, nearly 21k words.

Part 1: The Feeding

||A look of visible confusion spreads across the woman’s features as she hears it. The soft, gentle chime breaking the relative silence of her surroundings.||

||A bell.||

||Someone is ringing a bell.||

||She doesn’t know who. Not at first. But she hears it. The soft, metallic tune of a crotal bell being shaken about.||

||Time and time again it catches her ear. Each time seemingly singing from a different location. Always nearby. But no matter how she turns about, she never spots whoever it is that is playing the silly little tune.||

||Some part of her chalks it up to paranoia. An escaped dog or a roaming cat must be wandering around nearby. She’s only just beyond the reach of the city. It wasn’t unusual for an animal to make it out here. There were plenty of trees or flowering bushes for them to hide behind. That was what made the park so appealing, after all.||

||Again the bell chimes. This time louder. She finds herself turned about again, her eyes intent on scanning the surrounding scenery in search of whatever it was that had made the noise. But nothing is there. No man or beast lingering in the twilight. Just an empty park.||

||Once more, she hears the bell ring. Even louder this time.||

||Because it's right behind her.||

||Her breath hitches in her throat as she spins herself around once more. Her arm brushes against a cold, unmoving body as she turns around.||

||Wide, alert eyes settle upon the creature that had somehow appeared directly behind her. And it is most definitely a creature.||

||Glowing red eyes lock with hers. Intense and hungry. A wide smile laced with sharp, jagged teeth tugs at its face. A smile which parts somewhat to allow a long, thick tongue to dart out and trace the side of its face.||

||A tremble rolls through her as she stares at the creature. The obviously hungry, predatory creature. For a moment, she can’t bring herself to move. She can only stare at it. This monster of the night. Clad head to toe in attire meant to cartoonishly mimic the nocturnal sky. The only jarring contrast in color being the cape draped over its shoulders. Black. Marked with red streaks and a few stray, golden stripes.||

||Tall and lanky. With limbs that better resembled a mishmash of metal and bone than they did flesh. A face free of features outside of its eyes and mouth; save for the pale, crescent shaped marking that encompassed half of their face.||

||Under less intimidating circumstances, she might have thought this creature stunning. In a cartoon villain sort of way.||

||But this thing was anything but a cartoon villain. It was very real, and it was very, very unnerving. So much so that she can only tremble as a large, skeletal looking hand is lifted to brush against her face.||

||“What pretty eyes you have~” The creature utters, it's - his - voice deep, and laced with amusement.|| ||“So wide and shining~ So... Afraid~” He chuckles, gently tracing his thumb against the skin beneath the woman’s eye.||

||She struggles to find the strength to take a step back as the creature moves closer to her. That same large, skeletal hand slowly drifts back down her face. He caresses her cheek. He traces her jaw.||

||She trembles pathetically as a clawed finger traces her throat.||

||“No need to be afraid, friend~” The creature muses, casually hooking their claws into the neck of her shirt to tug the fabric aside. Her chest begins to heave from panic as they lean down. Surprisingly hot breath rolls against the nape of her neck once the being has moved close enough to claim her as their prey.|| ||“Just a quick pinch, and it’ll all be over~” He chuckles.||

||She doesn’t give him the chance to sink his teeth into her. As soon as the rush of adrenaline flooded her system, she bolted. First by stumbling back. Then by darting back the way she’d come. Up the sidewalk. Keeping to the light of the lamp posts as the steady encroaching darkness activated their protective glow.||

||The bells start up again. Louder and more ominous than ever.||

||No matter how quickly she runs, it's as though she can’t evade them. They never grow quieter. They never grow more distant.||

||One instant, they’re right behind her. The next, she distinctly hears them to one side. Regardless of how she turns to try and evade them, they are without means of escape.||

||She doesn’t even realize that she’s been herded to a more secluded spot. Driven in a specific direction as the creature used the chimes of its decorative bells to distract and alarm her. Until she’s left exhausted.||

||Panting and wheezing, she clutches the metal of the lamp post as she presses her back against it. Lost and confused, she does her best to go silent. She does her best to ignore the pounding of her own heart as she gazes out into the encroaching darkness, trying and failing to spot the creature that had pursued her.||

||The bells have finally gone quiet. Eerily, disturbingly quiet. The only sound to break the silence is the heavy hiss of her throat as her chest heaves.||

||Then a muffled scream as a familiar, skeletal hand covers her mouth.||

||A second arm wraps around to hold her by her torso, trapping her in place even as she thrashes in their hold. The only barrier between them is the metal pole that she had foolishly tried to hide herself.||

||The bells start up again as tears begin to prick her eyes. But the sound chimes from a different source; ringing not from the creature behind her, but from somewhere in the distance.||

||If not for her panic, she might have been inclined to see what it was. But her focus is entirely on trying to squirm out of the embrace of this beast that has apprehended her.||

||Until a second one walks boldly into her line of sight.||

||She goes still again, her only movements being the trembling of her body and the heaving of her chest as she stares at this new creature.||

||The obvious counterpart to the one that had pulled her into their clutches. A gold and yellow face peered down at her. The only features of that face being a sharp toothed smile and a set of pale, blue-gray eyes. The crescent mark is less obvious. A crown of golden rays adorned their head. Their clothing is bright and vibrant, like the radiance of the sun.||

||Their cape is red. A deep, dark red. Decorated with streaks of yellow.||

||An eerie, playful smile tugged at their features as they moved closer to her. A yellow, skeletal hand was brought up to her face. With the touch of a single, clawed finger, she was encouraged to lift her head to better face them.||

||The blue one slowly pulled their hand from her face, exposing her pathetic expression.||

||“P-please!... Please, don-” She began to plead for her life, only to be quickly silenced as the golden one began to shush her.||

||“Shh, shh~ Relax, friend. No one is going to kill you... We’re just hungry.” The golden entity states, their voice velvety soft as they attempt to comfort the woman. They lean down somewhat to lock eyes with her, shushing her as a few stray tears roll down her cheeks.|| ||“Calm down now... That’s it. Don’t worry. You’re safe.” He murmurs, slowly lowering his hand. Just as the blue one had done, he takes to tracing a clawed finger down to the bottom of her throat. Only now, as he tugs the collar of her shirt to the side, she feels not an ounce of fear.||

||Something about those pale eyes has calmed her. Something about their sweet, velvety voice has put her so at ease.||

||He waits for her chest to stop heaving before he leans down to nuzzle the crook of her neck, a soft smile tugging at his features all the while, exposing his pointed teeth.||

||“Good girl~” He murmurs.||

||She can’t help but flinch as the momentary pain hits her.||

||She only feels it for a moment. Just a pinch. A split second of pain, and then the warmth of her blood trickling down her skin. Then the oddly appealing sensation of a tongue lapping at her wounded flesh.||

||For as terrifying as this ordeal should be, she’s unusually calm. Relaxed, even. And she only grows more relaxed as her blood is greedily swallowed by the semi-robotic, golden vampire.||

||She grows so relaxed, in fact, that the blue one has to tighten their hold on her as her legs begin to give way. Their other arm is wrapped around to hook under one of her arms. Their hand settles upon her shoulder.||

||Before long, the golden vampire pulls their teeth free of her flesh.||

||She would have let out a relieved sigh if not for the fact that she felt the sting a second time.||

||The blue one sank their teeth into her next. Rather than reuse the original bite, they sank their teeth into the nearby flesh to create a fresh wound. A wound which allowed fresh blood to flow into their greedy mouth.||

||The blue one was different. Where the golden one had been content to bite once and then suck on the wound, the blue one liked to bite repeatedly. Every few seconds, she would feel that telltale sting of teeth cutting into her throat. Each time, a faint hiss would escape her, followed by a rush of relief.||

||Between the two of them, she lost a lot of blood. Her head grew foggy and her vision became blurry as her life was slowly spilt onto the vampire’s greedy tongue. By the time that the blue one had finished making a meal out of her, she was left so tired and disoriented that she could no longer stand.||

||One of them laughed, though she could not determine which. The steady glow of the lamp post began to irritate her exhausted eyes. As she allowed her eyelids to fall closed, she ignored how her heavy body was jostled about.||

||She struggled to stay awake as her body was readjusted. She felt a pair of arms wrap around to pick her up. The back of her head fell against one arm as the other tucked beneath her knees.||

||Not long after, she felt the breeze slowly roll against her body as she was presumably carried to a new location. But she could not be bothered to panic. The blood-loss induced grogginess mixed with the physical exhaustion of her earlier escape attempt, assuring that she wouldn’t be able to muster a single ounce of defiant energy.||

||The soft singing of the bells resumed as she began to steadily drift off, securely held in the arms of one of the beasts that had nearly drained the life out of her completely.||

||Comfortably held, but likely far from safe, she fell asleep in their embrace. The steady chimes of the bells guiding her into the depths of darkness as her consciousness slowly drifted beyond her means of reach.||

#Ayala #vampire!sun #Vampire!moon #Xitsen Vampire AU #not osha approved

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clxckwork-sun-n-moon · 1 year

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A Dark and Stormy Night - EYEM fan-drabble

I have had @justfangirlstuffs's 'Enthralling You Enthralling Me' in my brain for the past week and it culminated in self-indulgent drabble times~

Word count: 2.5k words Warnings: Thunderstorm, brief mention of stalking

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It’d been a pretty awful day to begin with. The internet router at your apartment had crashed and your broadband company had explained it’d take a day for them to send someone over to fix it. So you’d packed up your study materials and laptop, carrying it all the long walk to your campus library so you could make use of the free WiFi. It then took you nearly half an hour to find somewhere you could sit in relative peace and quiet with your books, by which point your brain was just so buzzed with exhaustion and overstimulation that actually trying to focus on the words in your books was a Sisyphean task in itself - you’d read through several pages, writing down notes, before realising that all of the words you’d written barely made a lick of sense in your actual brain and needing to re-read from the book to make it understand. Stress from your home situation battled against the ongoing weight of the people talking around you and nudging past your chair. The long hours slogged by, broken only for you to go seek out a meagre lunch and then spend another half an hour to find a new studying spot as your previous seat was taken in the time you were away.

Outside the windows, the day rolled from bleak to miserable, a thunderstorm dragging itself into view and lurking ominously before finally choosing to unleash itself as you were beginning to tidy your work away at the end of the library’s open hours. It drenched the late afternoon sky in even darker shades of grey than normal, blotting out any remaining sunlight that might have been clinging on. Street lamps and car headlights were shining out early as you stepped down the stairs of the library and onto the pavement, grimacing as the rain fell heavy on your hoodie. Your bag would be fine, you’d bundled your thin raincoat inside to protect your precious computer and expensive textbooks. You could survive the wet, even if it meant you’d run the risk of a cold. There was at least a shortcut you knew well that would take you directly from the campus to the side of town where your apartment was.

The fact that you had to cross a chunk of the nearby forest that other students swore up and down was haunted, in the middle of a storm, did not escape you.

Sighing deeply, you hurried across the road and onto the pathway through the trees, leaves crunching into downtrodden mud. There were a strong number of paths that criss-crossed this area of the wood close to town, but you were aware of a few other paths that went deeper into the forest itself. You’d followed those paths often, enjoying the air of the woodland in autumn and summer, the warmth and shade under leafy boughs and changing colours with shifting seasons. Today the woods offered none of these joys, not even bare protection from the downpour overhead. Your clothing was rapidly getting soaked, and you could feel rainwater sloshing around your shoes despite your determined attempts to stay out of the worst puddles on the path. Tragically most of the paths out here comprised of dirt and leaf litter, making them an excellent spawning ground for mud, puddles, and patches of slick earth that threatened to unbalance you if you walked too quickly. And considering you were trying to speed-walk through the woods to get home without dissolving in the amount of rain you were soaking up, that was a decent challenge.

Another junction of pathways arrived. You knew the route well, of course you did. One direction led to home, one direction led deeper.

But then why were you hesitating?

Something prickled the back of your neck and it wasn’t the cold droplets of rainwater managing to soak through onto your skin. Your fingers clenched around your backpack straps as you turned on your heel, glancing around.

The sensation did not dissipate. The woods loomed, empty and hollow without a shred of sun to catch on the leaves and bushes, until a crack of lightning split the sky overhead and lit up a silhouette that, at a distance, could be humanoid.

You were at a distance.

You were being followed.

Every nerve burned electric as you bolted, running full pelt down the path into the woods. Either your follower would be too scared (as many people were) to go down the same path, or you were going to suffer a terrible fate. And at this point, why not? What else could go wrong?

There was always the abandoned house, though. You’d seen it through the trees enough times to know where it was, seen the darkened windows and boarded-up doorway through gaps in the fence and trunks. Anywhere else, it would be rife with graffiti and signs of weed nights, but here, it was untouched. The stories of ghosts were strong enough to ward away even the bravest hooligan.

You weren’t brave though, you were bluntly terrified and sodden and exhausted. You’d take the story of a ghost over the reality of a mugger.

Breaking off the path, you slammed your way through overgrown bushes, roots breaking the ground to try and trip you up. You dared not stop to see if someone was actually still following you, afraid you’d turn and see the figure right on top of you. Heart in mouth, you watched the next flash of lightning illuminate the dark metal of the house’s fencing, and a singular gap that if you tossed your backpack through and writhed against the cold poles until you popped through - yes, you were through. You hit the ground from the force of your squirmed lunge, mud now joining rain to stain your hoodie sleeves up to the elbow. Quietly groaning, you scrabbled forward and snatched your backpack up again, running around the side of the house for any sort of entrance you could find. Every doorway was boarded up, the windows whole. But one window remained cracked open. You pushed it up, once again slinging your backpack through first before dragging yourself over the windowsill and tumbling down onto the dusty wooden floor.

For a long, long minute, the only sounds in the room were the rain clattering on the glass outside and your heavy, haggard breathing as you tried to come down from your desperate fleeing. You could feel your muscles trembling from the cold and exertion both. When you could hear no other sounds of someone trying to follow, you closed your eyes and laid your head back to gently thump on the wall behind you.

Safety never smelled so musty and sour.

Cobwebs hung from every corner you could barely make out in the shadows. Not even the frequent flashes of lightning could do you any favours. At most you could ascertain a rough armchair shape, maybe a coffee table next to it? Faintly you were aware that you could use your phone’s flashlight to get a better look, but moving anything right now ached bone deep.

You were so cold.

Now that you were no longer running and inside a chilled abandoned house, the weight of the rain started to drain the remaining warmth from your skin. The shivering across your body intensified, prompting you to wrap your arms tight around yourself, curling up in your sodden spot. You were so cold, and so tired. A few tears managed to dredge themselves up as you rested your head on your arms and closed your eyes. Part of you knew that you needed to leave and try going home, but your limbs were starting to feel a strange floating fuzziness. Movement felt impossible. All you could do was shiver until the heaviness inside you dragged you the rest of the way into an exhausted sleep.

“...How did they get in here?”

“The open window seems to be the best bet here,” Moon replied bluntly.

“Sure, but past the fence? Past the warding?” Sun said, gesturing outside into the ongoing thunderstorm. Shaking his head, he paced across the room and crouched down next to the human. Careful digits tilted your head backward, and Sun tutted quietly. “They’re certainly not awake.”

“Asleep or unconscious?” Moon asked, concern bubbling up into his voice box as he joined his brother’s side.

“It might be both? Poor thing was probably exhausted,” Sun commented. “The wet clothing doesn't help. They probably fell asleep from the cold first.” His eyes narrowed as he shifted his hands, one propping your head back and the other pressing against your forehead. “Their forehead’s burning up though. They might have gotten a dose of hypothermia.”

“....Fuck.” Moon rubbed a finger against his chin as he watched Sun gather you up into his arms. Spotting the abandoned backpack next to where you’d been sat, he grabbed that also as Sun carried you further into the house.

Normally when humans managed to get into the vampires’ latest house, all that was needed was a little spooking, a quick (or prolonged if it was Moon’s turn to feed) grab and trance, and then returning the human to the easiest point where they could return home. This was not part of any sort of plan, that the human wouldn’t be coherent enough to be swiftly returned back outside. Neither of them had it in their code and cursed blood to drop you back into the rain, especially as Sun took in how you trembled in his arms and Moon could see the red flush on your face. Your blood roared in a frenzy under your skin, but it didn’t tempt either vampire to feed, not when they could understand why. You were sick, and sodden, and not in any condition to do anything other than rest.

“I wonder why they came in here,” Sun voiced softly as he moved towards the cleaner rooms of the house, ones that he and Moon actually used. Pausing near to a room that had a bed, he beckoned Moon over with his head. The deep blue animatronic stepped past him, gesturing with a hand, dust balling itself up into nothingness and the bedsheets returning to their previous pristine conditions.

“If they’d been trying to break in for fun, we would have heard them sooner,” Moon commented. “Those kinds of people always make their presence known. This one just…stopped at the window.”

“They got mud on their arms and legs too. No wonder they’re freezing up.” Sun’s arms automatically tightened around you, his cape draping over part of your body. He didn’t have the warmth of a person, but right now he had more warmth than you, and you needed warming up slowly but now. Sitting down on the bed, he tilted to the side so Moon could reach over and take one of your hands, rubbing slowly over the exposed skin to get more warmth into your racing blood.

“So….are we doing this?” Moon asked, cautiously.

“Doing what?”

“Looking after them. Taking care of them until they’re better.” Moon’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked into Sun’s confused expression. “We can manipulate the memory of someone going back a few hours at most. How are we going to manage someone being sickly for…however long that might last?”

Now Sun’s brow wrinkled in, his grin twitching away from his usual smile.

“....If I feed well, then I can push my magic more than my usual extent,” he said slowly. “We can’t do anything about how the rest of the world will keep going. Best plan we have is that once they recover, I take what I need from them, we ask them where they live, then we drop them off after I wipe their memory.” But his fingers tighten on you, just a little, just enough for Moon to notice.

“This is the best we can do for them,” Moon murmured, placing one of his hands over Sun’s fingers that curl into your arm. “For their safety and ours.”

“....Right,” Sun exhaled, shoulders deflating. He hadn’t looked away from you in a while, and Moon could understand why. The loneliness dug into his stomach too, and the concept of having someone around that wasn’t just the two of them (and the occasional terrifying visit of their older brother) was both a reminder of old days in the sun and a painful risk to the safety of all those in the room.

“Think they’ll be okay?” Sun asked, brushing a few damp hairs from your face.

“Of course. They’ve got you looking after them.” Moon squeezed Sun’s hand again, watching light return to the golden animatronic’s face. Sun nodded, and looked back down at your sleeping form.

“Right, first things first: we need to get rid of the wet clothes before they soak anymore heat from them.”

Slowly you began to stir. Everything between when you’d laid your head to rest under the window and this moment now seemed to blur together. Vaguely you remembered voices, hands brushing against your cheek and wrists, something warm to drink. But it was all too hazy, like you’d been slipping through a dream that was hot and floaty and fuzzy. Blinking slowly, you allowed your eyes to adjust to the room you were in, faintly picking up the sound of rain continuing to fall on the windows.

Wait.

This was not your room.

The ceiling was too high, a gold and bronze chandelier twinkling in the faint grey light streaming in from the window nearby. The bed sheets were far too soft and warm, the mattress firm with no sign of your expensive topper. Continuing to blink away the remaining sensations of dizziness, you slowly sat up to better take in your surroundings and promptly noticed your outfit.

These were not your clothes.

An oversized white shirt partially draped off one shoulder, the material not quite satin smooth but certainly comfortable enough to sleep in (and currently wrinkled to hell and back). As you swung your feet out from the bed, you saw your trousers had been replaced with deep blue pants, smattered in a yellow star pattern. Your actual clothes, your shirt and jeans and hoodie and socks, these were nowhere to be seen. Panic began to hitch into your throat as you seeped away from the notion this could be a dream into a slow realisation that this was all very real.

“Oh, good morning!” Your head snapped around in the direction of the speaker. A golden and amber animatronic beamed back at you from the doorway of the room. His attire was so very out of track of the times; a yellow waistcoat over a very familiar white shirt, yellow trousers with red stripes, and a black cape with dark red lining. His blue optics shimmered in the sun-shaped faceplate, and when he smiled you swore that some of his teeth were far sharper than he needed to be.

“I would really recommend you stay seated, you’ve just come off a very strenuous day of sickness,” the animatronic continued, setting aside a tray with something delicious smelling steaming from a bowl. “Your body is still going to be recovering. I can answer any questions you might have, but also I’d really like it if you didn’t scream or panic too much.”

“....Can I panic a little?” you managed to croak out.

“I’ll….I’ll accept a little.” Sun didn’t get much further as a pillow thwacked him in the face.

#clockwork writings #enthralling you enthralling me #fnaf sb au #vampire au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #vampire!sun #vampire!moon #sun x reader #moon x reader

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may12324 · 6 months

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Astarion - Little Star

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #astarion bg3 #my art #angel imagery because he reminds me of a fallen angel #temptation and redemption #a vampire in the sun #a star burning too brightly #a little star in a vast darkness #all that #the branches are veins #veins on lungs #*symbolism* sparkl sparkle

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feyspeaker · 7 months

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before the fall little headcanon that Astarion is a Sun Elf and his parents have a portrait of him framed but closeted away so they don't weep when they see it. big golden boy energy.

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#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #bg3 astarion #elf #high elf #sun elf #vampire #forgotten realms #dungeons and dragons #fantasy #d&d #fanart #bg3 fanart

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pixelpolls · 5 months

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Vamps vs Werewolfs like its 2010!

#No in-betweens #Vampire #Vamposting #vampcore #Werewolf #Werewolves #Werewoofs #Twilight #Polls #Poll #tumblr polls #Polls on tumblr #Honestly they're so opposed in nature that it's pretty easy to choose #Werewolves are more open-space outdoors and fluffy with a pack mentality while being massive and can go out in the sun #And Vampires are reclusive shut-ins who live away from society in their manors while having the public appearance of Victorian goth twinks

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grimae · 2 months

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We come carry the face of a dead sun.

#skindarim #rada #book of the sun #istrati clan #vampire #these are old pages but I want to show them off nontheless to bring the whole thing back into focus #i'm waiting on a new quote from a book printer in my area which seems incredibly promising and professional #meanwhile I'm just working on the last finetuneing. 112 pages rn btw

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naffeclipse · 4 months

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His voice lowers to dark silk with a wicked shine in his eyes, teeth half-bared. “Invite me in and let me show you.”

KICKING AND SQUELING O MY GOOOOD.

#hehehehe #vampire sun will do that to ya #a garden of garlic #vampire!sun #sillylilybug

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just-a-drawing-bean · 1 year

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@xitsensunmoon ‘s vampire boys! (Mostly mooon) I’m holding them dearly <3

#sun fnaf #moon fnaf #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf #daycare attendant #vampire au #vampire sun #vampire moon #bean art #they’re both WHORES #and they know it

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feralmoonlight · 1 year

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my other non-bean related scribbles from the NYE magma @darkwingswarrior hosted with a cameo from @xnanosilverx uwu HAD TO DO a lil creative editing on some of these cause shit got a lil shitpost spicy XD But lots of vampire/werewolf AU stuff uwu

#blood #vampire!eclipse #vampire!sun #Werewolf!moon #vampirewerewolf AU #feral scribbles #deadpool!moon?#moon #sun #eclipse #idk #wet dog

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justfangirlstuffs · 1 year

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I've been wanting to make a reference sheet for my vampire lads ever since I started writing for them back in 2022. I've finally done it! BEHOLD! The lads with their favorite (only) Thrall!Y/N.

Note: Sun and Moon are seven feet tall. (That isn't including Sun's rays)

#enthralling you enthralling me #enthralled universe #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #vampire au #vampire!sun #vampire!moon #sun x y/n #sun x reader #moon x y/n #moon x reader #sun and moon #sun/moon x y/n #sun/moon x reader #vampire sundrop #vampire moondrop #vampire sun #vampire moon #justfangirlart

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springfallendeer · 1 year

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The Bells - 7 (Final)

The conclusion of the fic featuring @xitsensunmoon's boys! Gets explicit. Gets messy. Nearly 6k in length, so be warned.

7: Completely Tamed

||In the months that have followed, the vampires had continued to visit. They had continued to indulge in the taste of her body. Ayala became just as acquainted with the feel of their tongues as she was the sting of their teeth. They would drink her blood, and they would drink the nectar from between her legs.||

||They learned the many ways to bring her pleasure. Any spot that could be caressed to elicit a moan was taken note of. From her lips. To her neck. To her breasts. Anywhere that they could think to touch, they touched. And if she responded to it positively, then they would touch her there again.||

||And again.||

||Until they had gotten to the point that they could satisfy her without even needing to look at her. They could keep their eyes closed and rely upon nothing but their sense of touch and sound, and they would know exactly what to do in order to make her moan.||

||And they so loved to make her moan.||

||Ayala, in turn, became more acquainted with their bodies. With their help, at least. They trained her. As a result, she was taught where they liked to be touched.||

||Their faces proved to be quite sensitive. They enjoyed the feel of her hands. She could touch around their mouths. Near their eyes. Under their chins. Sun, in particular, would display his level of contentment by allowing his solar rays to spin. Both would purr, but Moon purred the loudest.||

||But of course, her training did not stop with the innocent, pleasant touches.||

||She was taught how to handle their tongues and their cocks. Her hands and her mouth were both thoroughly trained to be able to work with them.||

||When she was kissed, she was kissed deeply and with intent. Their tongues would be thrust well into her throat. She would be denied air until she was put on the brink of fainting. Then they would suck their tongues back into their mouths to let her catch a breath. All the while they would keep their faces right next to hers to feel her heated breath.||

||When it came to their cocks, they were just as persistent.||

||At first, they focused on training her to take them. One or the other would hold her by the head and rut into her mouth. They started out gentle, but became rougher as the encounters went on. She would be made to drink their seed. Or she would have to wear it on her face.||

||The bells on their clothes would chime all the while. At this point, the ring of a bell had started to arouse her on some level. She came to associate the sound of a bell with the pleasure of their touch. And that made it so, so much easier for them to entice her. They had learned that they could ring their bells, and she would respond to the sound like an animal being called forth for a meal.||

||For as embarrassing as it should have been, she never hated it.||

||There had even been times where they’d managed to bring her to orgasm simply by fucking her throat. Whichever of them it was that pulled it off would always leave with an inflated ego when all was said and done.||

||It was certainly an impressive skill to be able to get someone off just by rutting into their throat.||

||When she could fully endure them rutting into her mouth, she was trained to please them on her own. They would still hump her face when the desire took them, but she was largely allowed to learn how to handle them at her own pace.||

||They quite liked the feel of her hands and lips. And she liked being able to take what little control they would give her.||

||And they did give her that control from time to time. They like to be spoiled, and they don’t mind being teased.||

||She would get one of them to sit still and let her tease them at her own pace. Hands, tongue, and lips. She would gently stroke and squeeze them. She would drag her lips along the wriggling tentacle, and she would enjoy how the vampires would shudder from anticipation in response. She would lick. She would kiss.||

||Eventually, she would take them into her mouth, and she would suck. She would bob her head. Slow, then fast, then slow again. She would hum. She would take them into her throat and swallow thickly to squeeze them.||

||Whether or not they came on her face or in her mouth would be up to her. Because when she was in charge, they kept their word. There would be no taking her by the head to fuck her throat if she was teasing them more than they liked.||

||They trained her in these intimate, sexual acts. They made her familiar with their presence.||

||And yet they had not fully taken her. Not yet.||

||Regardless of how slick and inviting her body was made, her cunt was left empty. They only ever used their tongues and fingers to stimulate her there.||

||It was as embarrassing as it was maddening.||

||As of late, when they left her alone, they had unwittingly left her yearning.||

||She could imagine the pleasure that she might feel if they took her completely. The pleasure she felt when they rutted into her throat must have been similar to what she might feel if they pinned her down and fucked her like the needy bitch she was.||

||The needy bitch that they had made her into.||

||She really was like a bitch in heat. Thanks to them.||

||Her body wanted them. She wanted them. She wanted them so fucking bad.||

||She couldn’t remember exactly when she began to try and scratch this itch herself. She couldn’t remember when she’d gone out to buy the toy.||

||But try as she might, a toy couldn’t satisfy her. And she did try. She tried so often that she didn’t even need the lube anymore.||

||All she needed to do was ring a bell. She would trick her body into believing that they were on their way to visit.||

||Sometimes she would scratch her neck. Or her thigh. Wherever they had most recently bitten her. The faint sting riled her up further, making it easier for her to engage in this private, shameful game.||

||Just her. And a bell. And a tentacle shaped dildo.||

||She made herself comfortable upon her bed. Lots of pillows. Fresh, clean blankets. A towel under her pelvis to keep the bed nice and dry.||

||When she was ready, she plunged the toy into her needy vulva in a feeble attempt at satisfying her lust.||

||Then she would pull it out, until only the silicone tip remained. And she would plunge it back in. Moaning one of the vampires names as she violated her sopping cunt.||

||Again.||

||And again.||

||All the while oblivious to anything else that might transpire in her home.||

||So lost in the fantasy that she remained completely unaware of the fact that they could return at any time to find her like this. With her hot, trembling body on full display as she played with herself.||

||Until she heard the bells again. And she realized that she wasn’t the one to ring the bell this time.||

||And suddenly her wide, flustered eyes hone in on their still bodies. Her cheeks flush anew as she stares at them; as they stare back at her.||

||She freezes. Her body goes completely still from a mixture of shock and anticipation.||

||Still, she trembles as she studies their smiles. Their teeth on full display as they grin at her.||

||Moon’s tongue darts past his lips to lick the corner of his mouth. Sun mirrors the behavior a few seconds after. The two of them gaze at her with intense, predatory eyes.||

||Her heart rate spikes as they approach her.||

||The bells on their clothes ring with their every step; further exciting her and adding to her embarrassment as her cunt clenches around the toy still buried inside of her. Each involuntary clench sending faint pleasure shooting up her spine.||

||A faint, flustered whine escapes her as they settle upon the bed on either side of her.||

||She can’t bring herself to look at them. She can’t. She can’t even make herself move, she’s so flustered and ashamed.||

||“Having fun without us~?” Sun trills, reaching out to put his hand on the woman’s thigh. He chuckles as she whimpers. She flinches, and he sweetly shushes her as he slowly trails his hand up her thigh. He kisses the shell of her ear as he moves his hand to put it overtop of hers. Right between her legs.||

||“Sun!” She blurts his name out abruptly as he encourages her to pull the toy out completely. She’s so embarrassed that she wishes she could just disappear.||

||But she obviously can’t.||

||All that she can do is pant his name as he pushes down on her hand, forcing her to plunge the silicone tentacle back into her waiting cunt.||

||He shows no mercy. He shows no restraint. The solar vampire simply trills sweet words into her ear as he makes her fuck herself with the toy while he and Moon watch.||

||He only stops when she orgasms. When she orgasms, he lightly bites down on the shell of her ear as he pulls her hand back completely.||

||He makes her drop the toy.||

||Moon sneaks his hand between her legs to feel her. His fingers invade the freshly defiled orifice, and they immediately get to work on stroking that special place inside of her.||

||She’s left gasping for air as the shame mixes with the pleasure.||

||They seem so eager to play with her now.||

||“What do you want us to do~?” Moon inquires, slowly curling his fingers to better stroke that spot inside of the woman’s body.||

||When she doesn’t offer a response after a few seconds, he makes a show of pulling his fingers away. He makes sure that she can see the slick that clings to his fingers. He goes so far as to spread them to show off how sticky she’s made them.||

||“We can use our hands~” Moon chuckles.||

||Ayala doesn’t respond.||

||“Or we can use our mouths~?” Sun adds, attempting to coax the woman into telling them what she wants.||

||Ayala shudders, squirming slightly between them. She soon finds herself haphazardly fondling Sun through his pants.||

||He growls quietly, and she shudders.||

||The vampires are just as aroused as she is. They all want the same thing. But they refuse to give in and take what they want until she’s expressly told them that she wants them to do so.||

||“Tell us what you want~” Moon growls, moving his hand back between the woman’s legs so that he can resume caressing her.||

||She’s only grown more slick now that they’re here. The toy never really satisfied her, no matter how she tried. It could never do what they had managed to do with their fingers and tongues. And despite being shaped the same as their cocks, it was too stiff and rigid to be anywhere close to what she wanted.||

||She takes a deep, shaky breath.||

||Sun licks the shell of her ear, attempting to further entice her. All the while he’s clearly trying to ignore her hand as it fondles him through his clothes.||

||“P-please...” Ayala pants, spreading her legs further as Moon works his fingers back into her needy vulva.|| ||“I-I need you! Please!” She begs.||

||She wants them so bad. She wants them to take her and fuck her completely.||

||But they aren’t yet satisfied with her plea.||

||“Say it properly.” Sun commands, allowing his low, lusty voice to tease the woman’s ear.||

||“Use your words. Tell us what you want. And we’ll give you what you ask for~” Moon adds, slowly rubbing her with his fingers. He can tell how bad she wants them. He wants her just as badly. So does Sun. But they both need to hear her say it.||

||This needs to be her choice. So there won’t be any room for hurt feelings after the fact.||

||Ayala unexpectedly pulls her hand off of Sun’s crotch.||

||For a moment, the vampires assume that she really isn’t ready to move on to the next step. So they both mentally prepare to have to either leave or satisfy everyone's lust through other means.||

||But instead, Ayala reaches for Moon’s face. She turns to face him. She wraps her hands around his face, and she pulls him into a demanding kiss. The most demanding kiss that she’s ever given him.||

||Her hand sneaks into his mouth. He was genuinely so startled by her sudden show of dominance that he was left slack jawed. Not that he’s about to complain. It’s certainly nice to be pursued for a change.||

||“Fuck me.” Ayala mutters against his lips, submitting to her own carnal desires as she gives the vampire a very clearly worded command.||

||That’s all that they needed to hear.||

||Moon drags her on top of him before she can take her next breath.||

||He falls back atop the bed, tangling his fingers in her hair as he pulls her into a demanding kiss of his own.||

||His messy hand gropes her bare ass as she fumbles with his pants.||

||There’s no real need for foreplay at this point. They just walked in on her fucking herself with a silicone replica of their dicks. Sun encouraged her to finish before they egged her into telling them what she wanted.||

||She wanted them in her.||

||Based upon how wildly Moon’s tentacle wriggled in her hand, he wanted to be in her just as bad.||

||But in their haste, they were forgetting about Sun.||

||Not that it mattered. He would be reminding them of his presence soon enough.||

||He takes the time to completely get out of his clothes. All of them. Because he wants to feel Ayala’s skin against him directly. So he slips off his shoes. He takes off his pants. Off comes his cape and his shirt. All while the two are busy sucking face on the bed.||

||Once his metal body has been rendered bare, he scooches closer to them. He kneels besides Moon.||

||Then he steals Ayala off of him before they can have all the fun without him.||

||The lunar vampire lets out a little growl, rightly annoyed with the loss of Ayala’s warmth. But his annoyance is quickly replaced with desire as he watches the two.||

||Sun has stolen Ayala’s lips in a demanding kiss of his own. She takes his tongue with ease, after having been so thoroughly trained by them.||

||He’s holding her up by her chest and leg. His arm is wrapped around her torso, keeping her pressed securely against him. He’s holding her leg up with his other hand, putting her slickness on full display in the process. His erection is also on clear display.||

||But Sun is being polite and waiting for the lunar vampire to break the distance.||

||They’re going to fuck her. And they’re going to fuck her together.||

||Moon locks eyes with the woman as he proceeds to get himself out of his clothes. He can’t let Sun upstage him, after all. So he makes a show of it. He strips. He doesn’t really take his time, as he’s eager to take her and he doesn’t want to risk Sun getting impatient. But he makes sure that she enjoys his little display.||

||Once he’s equally as naked as the other two, he takes position in front of her.||

||Only now does she seem to realize their intentions. There’s a flicker of nervousness in her eyes.||

||“Deep breath~” Moon chuckles, getting himself lined up.||

||Sun follows suit, eager to invade her trembling body.||

||Ayala takes a deep breath.||

||She’s lowered down onto them. Nice and slow.||

||They don’t kiss her. They don’t bite her. They don’t do anything that might otherwise distract her from the way it feels to be invaded by them in unison.||

||They make sure that her focus is entirely on the feel of them inside of her.||

||Her body stretches to accommodate them. She lets out a soft, breathless whine in response.||

||It doesn't hurt. But it’s overwhelming. Overwhelming to the point that she seemingly forgets to breathe.||

||Sun brings his face around to rest it on her shoulder, purring contently in response to her warmth.||

||When he notices the stray tear rolling down her cheek, he turns so that he can sweetly lick it away. He can tell she’s not distressed. Just a little overwhelmed.||

||She does currently have two dicks tucked away inside the same hole. Frankly, he’s surprised that she’s handling it so well.||

||“Breathe~” Sun gently reminds her, having easily noticed that her chest has stopped moving.||

||She takes a sharp breath. Suddenly she’s trembling. The mix of pleasure and all sorts of intense emotions hitting her all at once now that the initial shock has worn off.||

||Moon leans forward to drag his tongue along her neck.||

||He isn’t going to bite her. Not right now. Right now, the focus is on the pleasure. But he and Sun are trying to keep still so that she can take a moment to adjust to them. She’s such a tight fit with the two of them inside of her.||

||“Tell us when you’re ready~” Moon purrs, lightly scraping his teeth against her skin.||

||For the most part, the vampires remain still. Ayala is the one to squirm. She wraps her arms around Moon’s shoulders to cling to him. She presses herself flush against him and buries her face in the crook of his neck.||

||He doesn’t mind that one bit. Her skin is nice and warm. And it’s nice to have her leaning against him for a change. Usually she leans on and clings to Sun. So this is a pleasant change of pace.||

||Sun kisses the back of her neck. He keeps himself occupied by allowing his hands to roam her bare body. Her skin feels so pleasant that he just can’t help himself.||

||“O-okay” Ayala eventually murmurs, slightly shifting so that she can rest her cheek on Moon’s shoulder “I-I’m okay.”||

||That’s good enough for them to decide to continue. Sun moves his hands lower down so that he can hold her waist.||

||The bed winds up being quite useful. Rather than just thrust, they can lightly bounce together and let gravity do most of the work.||

||The bed creaks faintly as they rut.||

||Every minor movement feels so much more intense to Ayala than it does to them. She’s the one being stretched to the limit by two dicks snug inside her cunt.||

||But her moans establish how much she’s enjoying herself. Every thrust; every bounce sends jolts of pleasure rushing through her.||

||The more into it she gets, the more into it they get.||

||Sun nibbles on the back of her neck for a while. Then he bites. Not because he’s trying to drink, but because he loves to hear the noises that she makes in response. So he sinks his teeth in, allows the blood to bead at the surface of the marks, and then he gently laps everything up. He cleans and closes the wound. Before biting her again. Because he can tell how much she likes it.||

||Moon enjoys himself through other means.||

||He has easy access to her face. Easy access to her lips. He licks away her tears as they roll down her cheeks. He teases her lips with his tongue. When he hears her take a particularly strong breath, he slips his tongue into her mouth. Then into her throat. He catches her in a deep, demanding kiss. The sort that allows him to greedily devour every noise that might escape her.||

||Upon breaking the kiss, he keeps his face nuzzled up to hers so that he can listen as she gasps for breath. He purrs all the while, relishing in the sounds that she’s making in response to how good they’re making her feel.||

||Finally.||

||Finally they’ve taken her completely. Her body is theirs to enjoy. Theirs to spoil. Theirs to sweetly, passionately ruin.||

||And while they fully intend on ruining her, it will have to wait.||

||With all three of them rutting in unison, there’s not a chance in Heaven that any of them would be able to last long.||

||Ayala’s endurance is particularly low. With the two of them buried deep inside of her, it was only natural that she would orgasm quickly.||

||And often.||

||Every few bouncing thrusts, the vampire’s felt it. Her orgasms. Her body would clench and spasm. Her inner walls would squeeze and massage them in an attempt at milking them of their seed.||

||Inevitably her body got what it wanted. She was soft. She was warm. She was tight. The near constant massage of her inner walls pushed the vampires over the edge quickly, and when it did, they made an absolute mess of her.||

||The vampires went still to let the pleasure wash over them in waves, and to keep from overstimulating themselves.||

||Sun and Moon found Ayala’s throat and they sank their teeth into it to feed as they pumped her full of their seed. Her blood spilled from the fresh wounds onto their waiting tongues, and they greedily drank. She moans and panted all the while, her mind thoroughly fogged by the near constant barrage of pleasure.||

||Their mixed sexual fluids dripped out of her overstuffed vulva. The combined aftermath of their orgasms poured down over their still erect tentacles, before running down their legs, where it pooled into the bedding.||

||So much for keeping the bed clean. They didn’t bother to get on top of the towel before getting this started. Not that any of them can be bothered to care.||

||The focus now is on the pleasure.||

||Sun and Moon enjoy their drink. They consume their fill of her blood, before reluctantly prying their teeth out of her flesh. Then they take the time to soothe the wounds with their tongues. With each slow, passionate swipe of their tongues, the injuries gradually close.||

||Ayala pants, moans, and whimpers all the while. She struggles to do so much as catch her breath thanks to them. The feel of their tongues against her skin and the lingering ache of her loins makes it so, so hard for her to calm herself down.||

||She doesn’t have a chance of coming down from her high with them both buried in her. The lingering presence of their mostly still cocks keeping her body stretched was incredibly distracting. As was the feel of their seed spilling out from inside of her.||

||A drawn out, pathetic whine escapes her when they finally change position and slide out of her.||

||Sun withdraws first.||

||Slowly. Almost painfully slowly.||

||Her body reflexively clenches in an attempt to keep hold of him, and she trembles.||

||Not just from the spike in pleasure, but from the sound. She can feel and hear her body trying to suck him back in.||

||When Sun finally slips out completely, there’s an audible pop. Following it, there’s an embarrassing rush of fluid as the remaining contents of her vulva spill out of her.||

||Then Moon slips out of her. Nice and easy. He lays her back on the bed, carefully resting her head atop the pillows.||

||For a split second, she relaxes. The exhaustion reaches out to try and take her.||

||Then Moon slips back into her.||

||He kneels between her legs. He lifts her legs to have her wrap them around his hips. And he thrusts back into her slick, thoroughly violated vulva.||

||Ayala tries to say his name. But it escapes her as a breathless, drawn out moan as he penetrates her completely. Her body offers next to no resistance, having been thoroughly stretched out only a few minutes prior.||

||She’s only allowed a few seconds to wrap her mind around the situation.||

||The vampires have shared her. Now they each want their turn with her. And all that she can do is lay back and enjoy the ride.||

||The long, bumpy ride.||

||Moon takes his time with her. But he’s rough. Every roll of his pelvis creates an audible slap as his body comes down onto hers. He withdraws almost completely with every backwards motion. Then he throws himself forward.||

||If not for the pillows under her head, Ayala might have been bumped against the wall with every thrust.||

||And that’s not even the most intense aspect of his domination.||

||He maintains eye contact with her all the while.||

||Moon keeps his face close to hers. So close that their lips brush against each other with every roll of his hips. Every now and again he closes what little gap there is to kiss her as he humps her into the mattress. All the while he stares into her eyes so that he can take in the beauty of her pleasure.||

||“Moo-oon~”|| ||Ayala whimpers his name as she feels her orgasm rapidly approaching. Her body clenches ever so slightly with every withdrawal of his tentacle.||

||He captures her lips again. His hand sneaks under her head so that he can tangle his fingers into her hair as his tongue snakes into her throat. He swallows up her moans, keeping his eyes locked with hers all the while.||

||He thrusts faster. Harder. Inching his way closer to his own orgasm as he pushes Ayala towards hers.||

||She bites down slightly on his tongue as she climaxes, drawing a possessive growl out of him. It doesn’t hurt him, but it certainly riles him up further. He doesn’t have many weak points. But his tongue is certainly sensitive enough to the stimulation.||

||As her body squeezes down around him, he climaxes shortly after.||

||The movements of his hips slow to a near stop, but he continues to rock against her. Her body eagerly milks him of his seed with his every lazy thrust.||

||He sucks his tongue out of her throat only when he slips out of her ruined body. The evidence of their rut spills out onto the bedding as a result. Not that either of them can be bothered to care.||

||Moon doesn’t pull away immediately. He spends a few minutes just basking in the afterglow of the passion. Smiling and purring, he nuzzles her face. All the while he lazily grinds his tentacle against her clitoris, just to enjoy the slick feel of her heated skin against his fading arousal.||

||Once he’s come down from his high, he gives her one last affectionate kiss on the cheek. Then he rolls off to the side to lay beside her. He’s content for the time being, and ready to enjoy the show.||

||Sun sets out to claim her next.||

||He takes a different approach upon climbing on top of her. He litters her face with soft, affectionate kisses as he purrs.||

||“Did he make you feel good~?” Sun trills, his voice leaving him as an eager mewl as he kisses and nuzzles her face. Ayala nods tiredly in response, coaxing a faint laugh out of him.|| ||“Good~ Good~” He hums, allowing his tongue to dart out of his mouth so that he can lick her check. He then trails his tongue down to her neck in one long, drawn out motion.|| ||“Now it’s my turn~” He muses.||

||He wraps his lips around her breast upon moving his face low enough to reach. Gently, he sucks. He coaxes soft, pathetic moans from her lips as he sweetly stimulates her body.||

||His hands wrap under her thighs to caress her skin. His fingers move in slow, soft circles.||

||This is foreplay. There’s little need for it now, but that won’t prevent him from taking the moment to indulge. With her body surrendered to him completely, he fully intends to enjoy it. Every inch of skin is his to explore. Every nook and cranny is just another potential means of coaxing moans past her lips.||

||He works her up with soft touches and gentle sucks. He leaves her teats stiff from the stimulation of his mouth. He litters her chest and neck with little marks. Not bites, but bruises. Faint, pink bruises from him having sucked persistently on her skin. Hickeys. He’s littered her with at least a dozen of them.||

||When she starts to squirm beneath him, he knows that it’s time to move things along. He’s made her body lust for him anew, and he’s all too willing to satisfy that lust.||

||He wraps her legs around his hips as he kisses his way back up to her face. With one final locking of their lips, he gets himself lined up.||

||He slips his way inside her waiting body. She’s so nice and slick for him. She practically sucks him in on her own accord, she’s so eager to engulf him.||

||“S-Suuu-ah~”|| ||His name leaves her lips as a breathless, drawn out moan. He growls faintly, and trembles in response to the sound.||

||Oh.||

||Oh yes.||

||She’s as delightful as he hoped she would be.||

||“Good girl~” Sun purrs, sweetly licking her lips as he allows her a moment to adjust to his intrusion.||

||Or rather, he needs a moment to steady himself before he loses control.||

||Once he’s composed himself enough, he starts to move.||

||Where Moon was fast and rough, Sun is slow and smooth. Ayala’s body is hardly jostled beneath him as he thrusts. He wraps his arms under her to assure as much.||

||The solar vampire cradles her against him as he sweetly ruins her. His arms form a secure cage to keep her supported. His hand cradles her head, keeping her nice and comfortable in his embrace.||

||His hold on her head also keeps her where he needs her whenever he decides to capture her lips.||

||Just like Moon, Sun maintains eye contact with Ayala as he claims her body. But the maintained eye contact feels so much more intimate with him, thanks to the slow, passionate way that he takes her.||

||Slowly, sweetly, he works her to her orgasm.||

||Then to another.||

||He assures that her pleasure slowly builds over time, and when he senses that she’s right on her peak, he presses flush against her to grind against her engorged clitoris.||

||All the while he keeps himself from spilling over the edge. He denies himself the pleasure that he needs to usher forth his own orgasm, because he’s intent on drawing out this final round of passion for as long as he can.||

||He overstimulates her. Intentionally so. Making her every orgasm feel more intense than the last.||

||He kisses away the tears that inevitably roll down her cheeks. He gently shushes her as she struggles to utter his name in an attempt to beg him to stop.||

||Not that she actually wants him to stop. She’s just so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she’s started to gradually mistake it for pain. And he continues with his loving, but merciless assault, until she breaks.||

||When her moans transform into pathetic, desperate sobs-||

||he ruins her.||

||Sun steals Ayala’s lips in an intense, demanding kiss. He swallows her moans and he swallows her cries as he abruptly picks up speed.||

||He thrusts into her quickly and violently, forcing her closer and closer to one final, intense orgasm.||

||She sprays him with her orgasm as he succumbs to his own pleasure, and he fills her with his seed.||

||His hips gradually slow to a stop as he rides out his climax, allowing her body to milk him of every drop of his essence.||

||Once he’s done, he slips out of her. He rolls off of her to lay opposite of Moon, who chuckles. The lunar vampire has quietly watched the entire display. And he’s quite amused with what he’s seen.||

||When Moon attempts to coax Ayala closer to him, Sun shows off his greedy side. He tugs her exhausted, trembling body against him in order to prevent the other vampire from stealing her away. He sweetly kisses her tear stained cheeks as cuddles with her. He does his best to keep her warm and safe as she comes down from her high.||

||Unwilling to be left out, Moon cuddles up to the two. He sandwiches Ayala between their bodies in the process. He affectionately nuzzles the top of her head, purring all the while. Though he secretly casts Sun an almost hostile look.||

||There may come possessive conflicts later. But they’ll be minor, and they can wait until the woman is no longer caught between them.||

||They allow her exhausted body to rest. While they continue to bombard her with affectionate kisses and touches, nothing that they do is meant to stimulate her further. Sun rubs her back to soothe her. Moon lightly rubs her hip to calm her. They lightly kiss her neck, her forehead, and her lips. Just generally being cuddly while low-key demanding her attention.||

||When it becomes obvious that her trembling is no longer the result of her overstimulation, but the result of her having gotten cold, they get her sorted.||

||She’s given a warm bath. Her body is cleaned and her hair is dried. She’s wrapped in a towel to be kept warm.||

||The soiled blankets are stripped from the bed. They wrap her in their discarded capes to keep her comfortable while she rests.||

||In the morning, they’ll leave. Maybe. There’s certainly no rush to leave their sweet, exhausted pet all alone.||

||Until then, there’s room enough in her bed for all of them. So long as they’re all content to snuggle close together, at least. Ayala certainly doesn’t offer any protests as they press her between their bodies.||

||In fact, she takes comfort in the contact. So much so that she quickly and easily falls asleep.||

||The vampires remain. Content to cuddle with her. Content to watch over her weak, exhausted body as night slowly transitions into day. Then they allow her to rest further, having easily concluded that she’s earned a long rest.||

||They won’t leave until she wakes up.||

||No.||

||They won’t leave until she’s woken up and had a proper meal. Just to be safe. They have to make sure that she’ll be alright on her own once they leave. It would be cruel to abandon her without making sure that she’s recovered enough to look after herself.||

||Until they’re convinced that she’ll be able to hold her own, they’ll stick around. Even if it means sticking around for a couple of days.||

||Certainly none of them would be able to complain about that.||

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