#beefy vampire

[ghostofacraving]

Saw the most beautiful gothic vampire bear of a man in my dream last night and have been unable to relocate him so it wasn’t smth I saw somewhere, I am HURT abt it I need my fix of beefy goth vampire daddy RIGHT NOW he was stupid buff and had the long black hair and could lull you into submission with his voice im weeping

[buckyscombatboots]

Monstertober Day 4:

Somebody’s watching me🦇

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Victim!reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, near death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, dacryphilia, marking/biting, bruises (not the kinky kind), scratching, aphrodisiac, choking, spiting, making you drink your own blood, utter filth

Nicknames: Bambi, Doll, Deer, Pet

Word count: 2.5k

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Have you ever felt like there was a pair of eyes following your every move?

All day that feeling’s been persistently nagging at the back of your mind. Each time you turned around, your eyes frantically scanned your apartment for the traces of the eyes. Nothing. You honestly felt like you were going crazy the entire day; when you were cooking you placed down the vegetable peeler to take the lid off the pasta that was boiling, you couldn’t have been turned around for more than fifteen seconds, you felt warm air blow against your neck and spun around instantly and there was nothing, no one and your vegetable peeler was also gone. You later found it on the coffee table. Odd, that’s all you could really say to abate the panic bubbling inside of you, the agitating feeling that you were not alone in your tiny one bedroom apartment. There was no way that you put that vegetable peeler on that coffee table, you knew that—but you lied to yourself.

As if nothing had happened, you sat down at the coffee table, put on Netflix and drowned out your fears for an hour, relaxed and laughed and now it was time to shower.

Slowly, you slipped off your clothes; shivering at the chilly air as it sends ripples of goosebumps across your skin, your nipples harden and you wrap your towel around yourself protectively, unsure if you’re protecting yourself from the cold or prying eyes. You open the bathroom door, staring out into the corridor one final time before letting out a steady breath and closing it. No one was there. “There's no one here, you’re being silly.” You reassured yourself, letting out a stifled laugh at the notion of someone being in your apartment.

You got in the shower, allowing the hot streams of water to wash away the stress that had plagued you all day. You lifted up your body wash squeezing a generous amount in your hand before spreading it across your body.

Thud

Your blood ran cold.

You turned off the shower, grabbed your towel, swaddled yourself in it and threw open the door to the bathroom “Listen! I know someone’s in here! So you better get the fuck out before I find you!” What were you going to do if you found someone? You had no idea. There was no way you could overpower someone, especially not in your towel.

Silence rang out in your apartment. Maybe you were going absolutely nuts. But it sounded so real.

You stomped through your apartment, heart hammering against your ribcage like a prisoner trying to escape, searching every single room. Throwing open each door one by one; as you did the terror you were feeling began to dissipate. You reached you living room, the rug was a bit dirty, but that was probably just from you spilling some dirt after repotting your plants.

Returning to your shower, you felt confident no one was inside your house. You had thoroughly checked reached individual room of your small apartment; looking behind your sofa, behind tables in the corner, even under your bed which took you a while to type yourself up to do.

You finished your shower, uneventfully, and got into your pjs and staggered over to your bed practically collapsing into it. The storm outside was raging on, rain hammering against your window, you laid on your side staring at the void. Lightning flashed and a rumble of thunder rolled on behind it, making you snuggle further into your heap of blankets. You let your eyes fall closed, listening to the rain.

Scratch

A branch must have been scratching against your window, you tried to ignore it.

Whack

Scratch

You threw your covers off, stomping over to the window and throwing it open to snap the branch. That’s when you realised. There was no tree that close to your window.

You were pushed to the ground by a person that came through your window. Your head hit the carpet as the person caged you in, the rain soaking his clothes from outside dripping onto you “Thanks for letting me back in, Doll.”

Glowing red eyes stared directly into your soul, you slammed your fists into him desperately in an attempt to get him off “Get the fuck off me! Who the hell are you?!” A scream died in your throat when an icy arm snaked around your throat pushing painfully into your trachea and pulling you into his broad chest.

“That is not very nice, I’ve been watching you all day after all. I even helped you clean up your vegetable peeler.” Your eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and your throat went dry at his confession. Hot tears streamed down your face and you opened your mouth to scream but a powerful hand clapped over your mouth “shhh. No need to talk, just relax for me little Bambi.” He steadily let his hand covering your mouth slip to below your chin and turned your head to face him. The harsh blue glow of lightning lit up the room for a brief moment and you were able to see him more clearly. His chiselled features are burned into the back of your eyelids; his chocolate brown hair, his sculpted jaw besprinkled with the beginnings of a beard. He was so enchantingly beautiful.

“You look so beautiful when you cry.” His reddened lips were slightly parted in an impish smile exposing his needle sharp canine teeth that glinted in the fleeting light, the sight of his wolf like canines only deepened your unease “Your heart is pounding Bambi.” He cooed letting out a dark chuckle as he tightened his hold on your throat, pulling you flush against you till his whole being is engulfing you—imprisoning you against his bulky figure, you cough as he squeezes. He lowers his head to the crook of your neck nudging his nose just below your ear and inhaling deeply. The strange man let out a groan in response “Fuck you smell so good, little deer. You’re going to be good for me aren’t you? Gonna be so good for Bucky whilst he eats his fill…In more ways than one.” His tone is honeyed, smooth and so sinfully deep that it allows you to momentarily forget that he is only using one of his arms to hold you in place, also the fact that he climbed through your window which was on the fourth floor. Then you feel something wet and cold lick down your neck before a sharp pain radiates through your shoulder, you wail in response; digging your nails into his hairy arm leaving bloody crescents as you drag them across Bucky’s skin praying that he will let you go.

Your head grows cloudy as he continues to suck, the wet lapping of his tongue against your skin and the sound akin to the slurping of a straw in an empty juice box overpowers the clattering of the rain outside. Uncomfortable heat spreads across your skin, leaving all your limbs tingling. Costively he lowers you to the floor, as he does the whole world feels like it’s tilting on its axis, the room around you is barely visible as your vision swims making your stomach do somersaults as you swallow down the urge to vomit. Your head is pressed sideways against the carpet and you rest on your elbows, knees bent with your ass in the air. The queasy feeling in you subsides and instead melts into a pleasurable throb in between your thighs.

Bucky’s teeth finally leave your neck, but he remains bent over you—his tongue swiping across your skin, collecting the excess blood that’s dripping from the punctures on your neck “God I knew I made the right choice. I could smell you from miles away, I followed the scent and it brought me here. This is the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted, you’re like a heavenly nectar. My forbidden from the tree in Eden.” He growls, you feel him run his tongue across the holes last time; his head hovers over your neck, mouth open, hot puffs of air warming your skin. He pulls away. “I’ll stop for now, I still want you conscious whilst I fuck you and I need to savour your flavour.”

You slur out a jumbled ‘no’ and ‘fuck off’ in response, but he just titters condescendingly at the state of you; running his hands across your back in an exaggeratedly soothing motion. His hands slink round to your chest, squeezing your breasts before he tears your shirt down the middle in one harsh yank. You shift under him, unintentionally rubbing your ass into his bulge “Where’d all the fight go my frightened little bambi? Did it feel good having a vampire drain you of most of your blood?” Bucky withdraws himself from his position on top of you, removing his arm from the side of your head, instead opting to perch on his knees behind you. Planting both his hands on your hips and pulling you against him, grinding his clothed dick against you dampening pyjama shorts.

“Uhn- feels so good.” You keened into his touch, your previous hesitancy and fear becoming a distant memory, replaced by overwhelming lust that was corrupting your mind. His metal hand meanders down to the thin fabric tearing it and your panties easily, exposing your leaking slit to the cold air leaking in from the open window.

Bucky swiped two of his fingers down your creamy cunt, humming approvingly at the slick “Us vampires have a certain venom in our saliva, you’ll find that this is going to be the best pleasure that you’ve ever experienced. Rather sad, because it's going to be the last you ever feel.” He squeezed your clit between his fingers, toying with the button to hear you pathetic whines “Your pussy is practically drooling for me.” He roughly shoved two large, chilly fingers into you, pistoning them in and out—watching as you hole clenches around them trying to coax them back inside. He scissors his fingers twice before landing a slap on one of your ass cheeks, you yelp, your pussy clamps around his thick fingers. He repeats the action and you clench tighter “Naughty girl, getting turned on from me spanking your ass.” His tone playful and teasing. Bucky slips his fingers out and you whimper at the loss, the burn within you becoming unbearable, your ability to think coherently fading with each passing second—the only thought left behind was of him. Of Bucky and his cock that was going to split you open. You knew it was thick and long, you could feel it against your thigh as he finger fucked you. “Even your juices taste divine, Doll, you were made for me.” You hear him suck his fingers a bit more, before the brief sharp hiss of his jeans zipper being undone puts an end to your needy groaning. You feel the girthy wet tip of his cock circle your quivering hole, goosebumps litter your skin once again as both of his cold hands return to their position at your hips.

He plunges all of his length inside you at once, his thick length stretches you painfully around him.; you’re painfully aware of every inch and vein of his cock. Your toes curl as he continues to pound into you at a ferocious pace, not stopping once for you to adjust to his length. You let out a scream, biting your forearm as he angles his hips making you squeal. A ruthless smack meets your rear, you tighten around him; but even that doesn’t make him falter. His grip on your hips grows tighter, tight enough to break through the stifling pleasure and bring you back to your senses briefly; until another harsh thrust that bashes your cervix knocks you back into your pleasurable slurry—that has you sobbing with every rhythmic thrust. Orgasm builds in your lower gut, you were in sheer bliss as you came on his cock. It was the most mind numbing orgasm you’d ever experienced. Your legs give out below you, but his beefy arm keeps you up. He drapes himself back over you, his pace quickening, thrust becoming more erratic, hungrier as face lingered above your other shoulder. He licked the shell of your ear and pressed wet, hot open mouth kisses to the skin of your neck, the dusting of stubble on his jaw itching your skin; he grunted as his cock twitched inside you. Bucky rammed his hips into yours with one last powerful thrust, then he sank his fangs into your other shoulder.

The agony of the bite granted you a fleeting moment of clarity of what was happening. The fact that a strange man, a vampire, had climbed into your window and taken you against your will and was now sucking you dry of your blood. It all seemed like one convoluted dream, no, a nightmare. But these thoughts faded just as quickly as they flashed in your mind, instead they liquefied into a sea of nothingness. No thoughts, just feelings. A delightful, spine tingling, lip biting sensation that flooded your whole body, making you a pliable, moaning, dribbling mess below the vampire that was mauling your shoulder. You couldn’t feel the blood trickling down your chest or the barbaric way his teeth dug into every square inch of your neck and shoulder. You were on the brink of death and yet you put up no fight, you were revelling in the ecstasy that was muddling your brain. He was killing you so softly “You taste so good, best thing I’ve ever tasted. I’m so glad I followed your scent, Bambi.” Bucky pulled himself off your shoulder and slipped out of your tight heat, grabbing your arm and flipping you onto your back. His eyes stared down into yours; your pupils blown wide as you laid delirious mouth hanging open dumbly. He spat into your mouth; then glided his fingers over the blood running down your tit and shoved it into your mouth, wiping the blood on to your tongue “Swallow it, Pet, and be mine forever.”

You did as he said and reality grew clearer. You looked at him cluelessly “What?” You croaked, voice strained from screaming.

His cold hand stroked your face and he hushed you, a smile that did not reach his eyes contorting his features “I made you a Blood slave, Bambi, so I can feast on you forever. Forever and Always.”

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[soldier-poet-king]

*everyone at the farmers market wishes to know me carnally meme voice* I'm the most eligible person in this apartment

[dreorcaul]

Characters of my comic cold sweat, drasil and mina.

[see-arcane]

I'm thinking of making a Dracula inspired story (a game actually) myself and I was wondering, what are your favorite resources for deciding what powers/limits to give your vampires, aside from Dracula itself?

Easiest answer: Do whatever you want forever, it’s your creation

Sincere answer: Depends on whether you intend to keep Dracula as the most powerful vampire in the story. His role is usually as The Biggest Baddest Threat, so whatever your general vampires are at power-wise, Dracula needs more juice. Unless this is a setup where it’s monster versus monster, in which case you can let other bloodsuckers level up like he did via magical study.

Or you could play around with different variations of the undead. There’s more than one kind of vampire type to pick at and TONS of not-quite-alive/human horrors to dig up from folklore and classic lit.

Resources I’d recommend…hmm. Honestly, I’d say just dig through some of the older vampire stories (I know there’s a giant masterlist floating around here somewhere) and also just doing your own dive into the traits of your wraiths of choice for bits you like.

And, most importantly for a Dracula piece—build off of things Stoker left us to play with! (“Dracula’s Guest” and Countess Dolingen are right there…)

[rainymoodlet]

he really shouldn’t have. 🦇

[squishycheekanon]

With Vampire!Techno how can he keep anyone else from coming to get us? With what happened to the friend we’d had, surely there’d be someone like family to check on us, or are we alone except for him? Personally not complaining about that but curious

Vampire!Techno will either compell or kill. Dylan was a special case, he was very close to you and Techno didn’t like that one bit. But you’re right after Dylan you are officially alone now except for Techno.

[good-beanswrites]

I have no shame and will probably go to hell for this but a crack fic of Milgram x the twilight saga

ADFASDFDSF top 10 requests I was unprepared for 😂😂😂 I must confess I never watched Twilight but I tried my best 😤👏 (I went the comedy route instead of the cursed route but you are going to hell for making me think cursed thoughts regardless /j)

“You’re impossibly fast, and strong.” Shidou folded his hands in front of him. He could hear the other shuffling around in the clearing behind him. Leaves rustled through the trees. 

“Your skin is pale white and ice cold. Your eyes change color. And sometimes you speak like you’re… like…” He shook his head. “You have strange behaviors at different times of day. Sometimes, at night --”

The other man had walked up behind him. Shidou got a glimpse of the harsh expression. This wasn’t Mikoto. This was something far more dangerous.

He inhaled. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-three.” His voice was low, harsh.

“How long have you been twenty-three…?”

“All my life.”

Shidou kept his eyes glued forward. “I know what you are.”

“Say it.” Shidou could feel his breath on the back of his neck. “Out loud.” 

His voice raised. “Say it.”

Turning on his heel, Shidou faced him. “I do believe you have Dissociative Identity Disorder, or perhaps another dissociative disorder. There are many types, and it may sound intimidating at first, but it’s really nothing to be af--”

“Haaah?” A wide grin spread across Mikoto’s face. “What are you talking about? I was gonna say I play baseball! You mentioned the speed and strength.” He did a goofy little mock-swing. “And sometimes I'm stuck in the office a bit late at night...”

Shidou blinked. “Ah, Mikoto. Y-yes, but as well as your that, there’s something else going on.”

“Nope! Just me, a normal guy.” He started making his way back through the woods. Shidou hurried to follow. “Sheesh, the look on your face, you woulda thought I was a vampire or something!”

“Wh-- Mikoto! Come back, I mean it. What about the change in voice, or eye colors? The red --”

Mikoto called over his shoulder, “I don’t know man, that’s just how I am. Don’t you know color theory?”

“Or the strange behaviors at night?”

“What, are you actually callin’ me a vampire?” He wiggled his fingers back at him. “I could never hurt a fly, you know that. Come on, does this look the skin of a killer to you?”

But as he passed through a patch of sunlight, Shidou could have sworn there was an odd shimmering to his face...

[fandom-ash]

They’re teasing him

[neo-wolfe]

TFW the head of ur Christian suburban neighborhood hoa turns out to be a lesbian vampire burlesque dancer 🧛‍♀️🧛‍♀️

[vielle-art]

bnuuy anna 🐇

[beefy-babe-showdown]

ROUND 2 BRACKET

Congratulations to all our Round 1 victors!

Round 2 will start Tomorrow @ 12:00 PM EST

Round 2 Matchups:

Round 2A

Scorpia (She-ra and the Princesses of Power) vs Urbosa (The Legend of Zelda)

Sevika (Arcane) vs Susan Strong (Adventure Time)

Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role) vs Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess)

Vi (Arcane) vs Brienne of Tarth (Game of Thrones)

Sakura Ogami (Danganronpa) vs Butch Woman (Fun Home)

She-Hulk (Marvel Comics) vs Ambessa Medarda (Arcane)

Pyrrha Dve (The Locked Tomb) vs Nemesis (Hades II)

Korra (The Legend of Korra) vs Huntara (She-ra and the Princesses of Power)

Round 2B

Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb) vs Zisu (Pokémon)

Dahlia Aquino (Monster Prom) vs Kassandra (Assassin's Creed)

Killian (The Adventure Zone) vs Bismuth (Steven Universe)

Abby Anderson (The Last of Us) vs Rinkah (Fire Emblem)

Luisa Madrigal (Encanto) vs Undyne (Undertale)

Zarya (Overwatch) vs Mirko (My Hero Academia)

Noi (Dorohedero) vs Striga (Castlevania)

She-ra (She-ra and the Princesses of Power) vs Susie (Deltarune)

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Chapter 2 is Here

And I have nothing witty to say about it lol

[dreorcaul]

Some cute art of mina and drasil! They appear and DO CUTE STUFF IN my comic cold sweat!

[toshidou]

also, whilst im here i thought i should inform you that i have not been able to stop thinking about karlach, astarion, or halsin for entirely too long.

if anyone else has also been suffering with bg3 brainrot p l e a s e come into my askbox and yowl with me

[brittapcrrys]

I would probs never finish playing it and I would definitely get very negatively hung up on the Canon dnd lore and limitations n shit in a way that would sap a lot of my focus an ld fun outta what I DID play but god the BG3 scenery looks so good, most of the companions and LIs look HOT and I've just seen that like ??? Ppl are cowards refusing to acknowledge, let alone appreciate, how hot and mean and hotter BECAUSE she's mean Lae'zel is like........ ma'am I know u don't need my help but I need to do something tangible to defend ur honour or whatever