#their orgasms and the bloodsucking

[dirty-jammies]

Late Night Desires PART 2! ✨💗🌙

Astarion x Fem!Chubby!Reader x Halsin

(Reader is AFAB and is referred to with she/her pronouns and terms like "good girl". )

AN: Thank you all SO much for all the wonderful comments and likes on part 1! And a super-duper big thank you to everyone that voted in the poll! 😁 Don't worry, I intend on writing more for these dudes, so if your favourite poll option didn't win, look lout for it in a future fic! I hope part 2 is to your likings! This is super-horny, super-filthy, and super-delicious... Just like our favourite bloodsucking twink and bear daddy~ Enjoy!

Lying back on the soft grass, you bit your lip as you watched the two men above you appreciate each other's bodies with their hands, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Astarion’s soft, pale hands exploring the swells of Halsin’s muscles, and Halsin's huge hands sliding down the slender curve of Astarion's waist. 

You were still feeling the gentle waves of residual pleasure wash over you from your previous orgasm, sweat cooling on your skin in the midnight air, but you could feel yourself getting excited again watching the two men. You dropped a hand between your thick thighs and whimpered as you brushed your oversensitive pussy, soft and wet and relaxed from Halsin's expert fingering. Your noise alerted the two elves and they parted from their kiss, looking down at you.

“Poor little thing,” Astarion cooed with sarcastic pity, “needing more already, are you?”

You trailed your gaze down Halsin’s body, over his broad chest, down his stomach that was mouthwatering layers of muscle and fat, down the hair-dusted treasure trail where it disappeared into his leather leggings which looked to be on the verge of bursting at the seams thanks to the very obvious erection the druid was sporting.

“I am, but I’m not the only one,” you said with a smile and extended your leg, using it to brush over Halsin’s covered cock. The druid let out a quiet groan at the treatment and you made your desire known, “I… I want to take both of you, with my mouth, and with my…”

“A wonderful idea,” Halsin praised and leaned over you, dragging the pad of his thumb over your soft lips, “I'd love a chance to feel your sweet mouth, little one.”

With his considerable strength, Halsin helped you flip over onto your stomach, letting out a pleased rumble at the view, “What a treat… So supple and round,” he remarked, moving to your front, “like a decadent dessert for us.”

“Isn’t she the sweetest?” Astarion purred and took a handful of your thick ass, fingernails sinking into your soft skin and making you whimper at the light, pleasurable pain, “Mm… she’s still leaking back here.” You whimpered as Astarion’s hand came down to cup your pussy. You gasped harshly as he laid a firm smack over it, making blood rush to your face in embarrassment at the feeling and the lewd, wet noise it made alongside Astarion’s accompanying laughter.

Halsin took your face in his hand and made you look up at him. He smiled at your docile, doe-eyed expression, “Are you ready?” You nodded and you could see his eyes darken with lust, “Do you think you can be a good girl and take all of me?” Again, you nodded, more eagerly this time, the praise tickling your brain and making you squish your thighs together. You licked your lips and smiled up at Halsin.

“Such a needy thing, isn’t she?” Astarion teased, and you could hear him stroking himself again, getting himself hard again, “I’m glad you decided to join us, Halsin, perhaps together, we’ll finally be able to satisfy her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and looked over your shoulder at your vampiric lover, “Oh, right, I’m the insatiable one…” you teased right back and Halsin laughed heartily.

“I have a good feeling we’ll all end the night satisfied, little one, now please look back this way,” he gently guided your face back towards him, and your eyes widened as you saw he had lowered his leggings, letting his manhood free from its leather confines at last, “Do you like what you see?”

You moaned at the sight and could hear Astarion groan from behind you as well. It was at least nine inches of thick, hard cock, with a soft bush of hair at the base and two heavy-looking balls that seemed to be sloshing with potent seed. You felt your mouth water and you swallowed the drool accumulating in your mouth before you boldly leaned forward and kissed it, feeling the thick vein along the bottom throb at the affection. Halsin’s hand cradled your cheek as though you were made of glass, “I will try to be gentle, but you are making it quite difficult to hold back…” he warned and lined his cock up with your pretty, pouty lips.

You could feel your arousal growing once more as you slowly took Halsin’s length into your mouth. You felt the bulbous head slide past your tongue, his foreskin sliding past your lips. You moaned around his length at the musky, masculine smell coming from his loins, and you felt a dribble of your slick slide down your inner thighs.

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised softly and you moaned around Halsin’s cock as you felt Astarion line up his own sizable cock with your drooling pussy, “now get ready,” he quickly slammed home, his narrow hips colliding with your cushy ass with a loud smack, and you cried out around Halsin’s thick length. You heard Astarion shudder out a moan behind you, “So fucking hot and wet, you’re simply divine, darling…”

You felt your mind grow fuzzy, thoughts turning into pleads for ‘more, harder, faster!’ Halsin’s slow, careful drag of his cock over your tongue to bump against the back of your throat contrasted Astarion’s greedy, fast slams into your cunt, your body jiggling with the movement.

“Such a perfect girl,” Halsin sighed as you worked your tongue along his frenulum, “taking the both of us so well~”

Astarion’s hands sank into the plush fat of your waist, holding you steady as his hips drilled into you, “Nnh, yes, such a perfect little pet, with such a delicious body… tell us who this body belongs to, darling~” he purred.

Halsin withdrew his cock long enough for you to gasp in a breath and cry out “You! It belongs to you! Astarionnnh~Hah-Halsin!!” Your eyes rolled back as Halsin stuffed your mouth once more, this time sliding all the way into your throat, his huge hands holding your jaw as you did your best not to gag on the huge cock. You could taste his salty precum smearing on your tongue. Delicious.

“You’re so good… so good,” Halsin growled, giving himself over to his pleasure, “Gods, I’m close…”

You moaned around him, eager to get a taste of his cum, when Astarion thrust inside you as deep as he could go, grinding, /grinding/ against your sweet spot and making you whine around the length stuffing your throat. Astarion landed a hard smack on your ass and you whimpered, hearing him grunt.

“Do you want to switch? You did want to breed her, after all.” he teased breathily.

Halsin nodded tightly and you felt your jaw go slack as he withdrew his cock. You saw it, dripping with your saliva and his delicious precum, twitching hard. You whined as Astarion pulled out of you slowly and you felt his hand pet your back soothingly, “Don’t worry, love, you won’t be empty for long~”

The two men switched positions, you smiled seeing how creamy Astarion’s cock had become as he fucked you. Slick evidence of your arousal was glistening on his cock, making it shine in the moonlight. Astarion’s hand wove into your hair and you leaned forward, licking his cock from base to tip.

“Dirty girl,” he rasped with a grin, “tasting yourself on my cock?”

You hummed an affirmative, looking up into his beautiful red eyes as you continued cleaning him. You felt Halsin’s hands spread you open and your breathing hitched, feeling the druid’s cock prod the back of your thighs.

“She’s so wet,” he remarked, “are you ready for me?”

Astarion let you go long enough for you to look back at Halsin. You could see him stroking his cock, staring at your twitching pussy with an almost intoxicated look. 

“Yes, Halsin!” You panted, shaking your hips and making your ass jiggle for him, “I want you to fuck me, too!”

Astarion moaned and urged you on, “And then what, pet?”

You whimpered needily, wanting Halsin’s cock to stuff you full, “Y-your cum… I want you to cum inside me, Halsin, please!”

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised and the both of you watched as Halsin’s face gained a look of absolute rapture as he sunk into you. You choked on a loud moan as you felt his massive manhood slip into your wet pussy, dragging along your juicy, twitching walls. You felt a droplet of drool leak out of your mouth.

“Silvanus preserve me,” Halsin groaned, long and loud, “you feel so good, so tight…” he hissed, stilling when he was only half-way in.

Astarion turned you back to face him, and he traced his thumb over your mouth, collecting the drop of drool you let slip on the pad of his thumb before he pushed it back in your mouth. He sneered down at you, but you could see the love in those crimson eyes, “/Messy/ girl, you’re already falling to pieces, aren’t you?” He pressed his leaking cockhead back to your lips, “Suck.”

With bleary eyes, you obeyed, moaning around Astarion’s cock as Halsin continued to press into you. You whined as the druid finally bottomed out; you felt his heavy balls pressing tightly to your oversensitive little clit, you felt his huge hands bracing himself on your squishy waist, but most distracting and pleasurable of all, you felt his flaring cockhead kiss your cervix, his girth pressing tightly against your walls! You flexed around him, begging Halsin to fuck you stupid while your mouth was occupied.

Soon you were rocked back and forth, the men settling on a pattern that rocked you back on the druid’s massive cock, then forwards so Astarion could fuck your throat. They made sure neither your mouth or pussy was empty at a time. You clutched the grass beneath you like a lifeline, you felt like you were losing your higher brain functions. Nothing else mattered in this beautiful moment other than the pleasure you felt, and the pleasure your lovers were taking from you, greedily fucking your sweet little holes like their lives depended on it.

You heard Halsin let out a deep groan and his hands migrated from your waist to your hanging belly, holding you tight, his own warm belly and chest pressing into your back as he took you in a more bestial position. The thought of Halsin losing control as he pounded you, losing his own grip on propriety and fucking you like a wild animal, made you scream around Astarion’s length and the vampire withdrew from you briefly and cupped your jaw as you whined long and loud, announcing your second orgasm of the night. Halsin fucked you through it, rasping and grunting filthy praise all the while.

“Perfect girl, cum on my cock, such a good girl. Surely you can do it again for me, yes?”

You nodded helplessly as you convulsed around his pistoning cock, drool freely dripping from your parted lips, “Uh huh!” you could only whine in reply.

With a long index finger and thumb, Astarion squished your chubby cheeks together, making you pout. You heard him click his tongue down at you, “What a greedy girl we have~ Already cumming again?” he used his other hand to guide his cock to your mouth, lightly slapping your cushiony lips with his angry red cockhead, “help me cum and we’ll see to that third orgasm you need.”

Haslin let out a breathy laugh from behind you, groping your soft ass as he slowed his pace, letting you recover a bit, “Third, fourth… however many she wishes!”

“You’re already spoiling her!” Astarion whined, but you could hear his smile, even when you closed your eyes to obediently take his cock back onto your tongue, “Though she does beg to be spoiled, doesn’t she? To be pampered and fucked full all day long. Thaaat’s a good pet~” he cooed to you as his fingers wound into your soft tresses.

With a nod from you, the two men resumed their steady pace. Astarion in, Halsin out. Halsin in, Astrarion out… The noises you three were making filled the air around you; your sweet, muffled whines mixed with Astarion’s low voice spitting vile taunts mixed with sincere, divine praise, and Halsin’s rough, almost animalistic growls and grunts as he became more and more desperate. The symphony of your voices was accompanied by the filthy, wet noises of Astarion fucking your sloppy mouth, and Halsin drilling your gushing, oversensitive pussy. You felt your breasts and stomach swinging under you with every movement, felt Halsin’s broad hips slapping your cushy ass with every deep thrust he gave, dragging his heavy cock along your sweet spot before it squeezed against your cervix. You felt his heavy balls kiss your hard little clit before he dropped a hand under you to circle it, making your eyes roll back. You wondered if you would cum again before the men did?

You didn’t have long to ponder that before you heard Astarion hiss out a strained warning, “Fuck, darling, I’m going to cum,” he pulled your hair back hard and you whined in pleasurable pain. You looked up blearily into Astarion’s gorgeous red eyes that were burning with intense lust, “I’m going to shoot straight down your throat, you will swallow every last drop,” he ordered, withdrawing for a moment so you could breathe, “then you’ll thank me for the meal. Understand?” he grinned sharply as you nodded, his smile nearing on crazed, and he licked his lips before plunging down your throat. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head, Halsin continuing to pound you while you felt Astarion release pump after pump of hot, bitter cum right down your throat. The vein on the underside of his manhood throbbed against your tongue. The vampire’s head rolled back and he let out a long, beautiful moan as he fed you. Halsin slowed down his pace for a moment, letting you swallow the thick fluid as AStarion withdrew his spent cock.

Good, obedient girl that you were, you smiled up at him hazily and licked your lips, “Thank you for the meal, Astarion~” you panted, showing him your empty mouth.

“Perfect pet,” Astarion praised and caressed your beautiful, soft face, catching his breath, “Now, let dear Halsin finish you off!” he nodded back at Halsin and you cried as the druid started up at a punishing pace.

You writhed beneath him, sweat dripping onto the grass under you as your toes curled in the night air. Both you and Halsin were beyond the point of words, just crying and moaning and grunting and screaming as pleasure overtook you. Halsin took greedy handfuls of your plush fat, using it as an anchor to pull you back on his cock, drilling deeper and deeper, hitting spots inside you never touched before. It was all too much! Too much! The feeling of that massive cock fucking you with intent to breed, Halsin’s strong arms holding you in place while Astarion’s hands now held you as if you were a delicate, priceless gem, the taste of Astarion’s cum at the back of your throat. You couldn’t hold back your voice, whiny and far-gone.

“Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum- Halsin! HALSIIIN!” You screamed into the night as your body bent, thrashing as orgasm overtook you. Your vision went white as Halsin growled behind you.

“Gods, yes! Cum on this cock!” He railed you through it, body on top of yours, nearly pressing you into the dirt as you squirted around his cock, “take my seed, take all of my- oh fuck-!”

You felt yourself spasm in your lovers’ hold, cumming again, gentler, as you felt Halsin empty a torrent of hot, sticky cum into your womb. Halsin gasped for breath as he gave a few final thrusts, as if ensuring every drop of his seed was safely planted in you. He slowly pulled out and you whined at the sudden loss, and you held a hand over your well-used pussy to make sure nothing leaked out. 

Halsin laid back on the grass, and Astarion guided your boneless body to lay next to him. You immediately curled around Halsin, one of his strong arms wrapping protectively around your shoulders. Astarion joined his other side, also being pulled to cuddle on top of the druid.

You sighed blissfully. Your sweat had cooled in the night air, but you were warmed by the men near you, and you could tell the feeling was more than mutual. The moon and stars shone above you, providing light so you could see your lovers’ satisfied smiles. 

Astarion fluffed his hair, which had gotten more than a bit tousled during your fun, “Well, Halsin, I sincerely hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did,” he propped his chin up on one of Halsin’s pecs and gave him a coy smile, “I would very much like to do this again~”

Haslin let out a quiet laugh and his chest rumbled with it, “If the both of you would be willing to have me again, I would love that.”

You nuzzled into Halsin’s neck and pressed a warm kiss to his sticky, sweat-lined skin, “Mmh~ I’d love that. There’s so much I’d love to try with you two.”

Astarion grinned and reached over, tasking your hand in his own, “Really, darling~? Do tell us, then. What could possibly be on your mind?” Halsin and Astarion looked down at you, curious with a faint spark of renewed lust.

You shook your head, “I’ll tell you next time,” you let out a yawn as fatigue creeped up on you, “but… don’t let me stop you two from fooling around if you’re not spent yet.” you added with a playful smile.

Halsin pinched your cheek and you giggled, “Naughty little thing,” he teased, but he cast a glance at Astarion, “Though… if you wanted, Astarion…?” he left the question hang.

Astarion huffed and hid his blushing face on the other side of Halsin’s neck, “And you call me insatiable!? I need my beauty rest!”

Halsin laughed and pulled you and Astarion closer, “Well then, beauties, why don’t we rest? We can regroup with the others in the morning.”

You and Astarion agreed, and snuggled up to the cuddly druid until the sun eventually bathed your bodies in it’s warm embrace. Though you had to admit, now you would prefer the embrace of your vampire and your druid any day.

~💞~

AN2: Oh!! Taglist! I'm gonna tag everyone who liked to the taglist post I made PLUS everyone who commented about part two on the first part lmao~

@bamblepee @nova-starion @rosaliemizzrym @cross-stitch-grandma @serendipitous-fernweh @winnieshitposts-blog @audreonne @missusbarnes-rogers @darkprincemara @iwannabealocalcryptid @flowerfoxsstuff @teramjna @huuvu @somewhereonliknow @exophelia @absinthe-adonis @aquarivsrot

[b1mbodoll]

since we are on the topic of vampires, vamp! jay is such a sweetheart when it comes to his human gf <3 he’ll take his time with you, kissin you until you’re needy n pliant in his lap n rubbing his thumb on the pulse point of your neck before licking that spot, sinking his teeth deep into your throat, the pleasure completely clouding your mind.

he’ll drink until he satisfied n he’s so gentle with you afterwards, running his tongue over the wound n pressing a delicate kiss to it as well, making sure you’re still with him <3 you always get so ditzy too n it’s not long before you’re pawing at his shoulders n baring your neck, whining for more :( jay really tries to hold back, he knows he shouldn’t take so much but you smell divine and it sends him into a frenzy, latching onto you again and making an absolute mess of your neck n his chin with blood.

he feels awful when you pass out n to make up for it, he prioritizes your pleasure when you eventually get needy, letting you use his body however you want. if you’re too tired, your sweet bloodsucker eats you out for hours, using his fingers and skilled tongue to draw orgasm after orgasm from you.

[heeliopheelia]

BLOODSUCKER, FAMEFUCKER, BLEEDING ME DRY LIKE A GODDAMN VAMPIRE 𓆩♡𓆪

hi everyone!! thank you all so much for the 2k followers!! i'm so grateful to each and every single one of you angels!! as a celebration i've decided to post a small hyung line series of smut fics based on songs from olivia rodrigo's latest album!! 🤍

02. bad idea right? (ft. sunghoon)

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘺

includes: toxic relationship, implied cheating, dry humping, degrading, spanking, swearing, spitting in mouth, pet names, choking, manhandling, unprotected sex, hair pulling, bratty reader, dumbification, fingers sucking, oral (m receiving)

04. lacy (ft. jay)

𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘫𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩

includes: oral (f receiving), fingering, crying, insecurities, soft dom! jay, praising, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, tiny mention of drooling, hate comments directed at reader

05. ballad of a homeschooled girl (ft. heeseung)

𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦

includes: virgin! reader, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, degrading, fuckton of pet names, creampie, stuffing mouth with panties, praising, reader is wearing make up and a skirt, fingering

08. get him back! (ft. jake)

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰

includes: making out, skin marking, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, brief hair pulling, choking, slight bulge kink, degrading, praising too, slight exhibitionism, facial, cursing

note: i'll update the warnings/includes whenever i write a little more and anything new pops up in my mind <33 the first part should be posted somewhere this week!!

taglist: open

[saigethearies]

saige’s terrortober presents…

red

after revealing his long-kept secret, kei finally allows himself an indulgence he’s craved for ages.

vampire!kei tsukishima x fem!reader

contents/warnings: mentions of killing & dead body present in one scene, established relationship, slight angst in beginning, slight hard dom!tsuki, degradation with a smidgen of praise, use of slut/whore, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering & oral (f!receiving) while reader is on period, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, very brief mention of abuse & mugging, no mention of period product so reader is free-bleeding maybe idk, mention of period stigma but not from our king tsuki

wc: 3.4k

18+ MINORS DNI

not everyone was a fan of your boyfriend.

kei tsukishima could be an absolute smartass when he wanted to, always aiming to have an attitude of disinterest and never holding back his honest and brutal opinions. he wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but he wasn’t a monster.

until you found out he was.

literally.

sarcastic personality and all, you loved your boyfriend dearly. you saw softer, sweeter parts of him that no one else did, and it never failed to make you feel as if you were the most special girl in the world.

so nothing could have prepared you for seeing blood smeared across his mouth, color matching the twin scarlet holes in the jugular of the body he was holding onto.

your breath was caught in your throat as the two of you stared at one another. tsukishima himself was at a loss for words. he had never wanted you to see him like this, wanted to hide this part of himself away for as long as he could.

he should have figured the ruse- pretending to be normal- wouldn’t last forever.

“kei,” you breathed out, trying to keep your eyes trained on his own and not on the blood dripping from sharp, pearlescent fangs.

“this…”

“don’t say ‘this isn’t what it looks like’, kei. we both know better than that.”

“...fair.”

he could sense the fear emulating from you, practically tasting it in the air, and it made his stomach churn. he wasn’t supposed to be making you feel this way. he’s supposed to soothe your dreads, ease your anxieties, not be the cause of them.

“please don’t be scared,” tsukishima started, trying to keep his voice as level as possible. “i know this looks really bad, but i promise i’m not gonna hurt you. you can trust me on that.”

“can i?” you asked, your voice breaking a little. “you don’t sound too convincing while holding someone’s…lifeless body.”

“you have a point, yes, but please just let me explain.”

he began to stand up, and that’s when you felt the trepidation course through your veins even faster. you knew your boyfriend was tall, but it was a detail you never dwelled on too much. now, seeing him at his full stature and covered in blood, it was a fact that suffocated you.

tsukishima didn’t even get a chance to try and expound the situation before you were taking off, moving as quickly as you could to get away from him, from the body, from everything.

the blonde felt his heart sink into his chest, but he knew you were well within your right to have this reaction. what was he even expecting to happen when you discovered the truth? keep on loving him as if he wasn’t a bloodsucking freak? that was a fucking pipedream.

yet he always let himself indulge in hope when it came to you.

_____

sobs raked your form as you sat curled on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest.

your mind was still reeling, brain struggling to relay and process the scene that unfolded before you not too long ago.

your boyfriend was something right out of a creature feature. he was a…what was he? a vampire? damn, even saying it in your head sounded insane. there was no way this was real life.

but it was.

he was standing over that body. there was blood all over him. he was quite literally caught red-handed.

a knock at your door made you jump. you didn't even have to look through the peephole to know who it was. your intuition already had your skin prickling.

“go away, kei.”

your request was met with silence. he probably left, and while that should be good news to you, a part of you was upset he didn’t put up more of a fight to have you hear him out.

he might be a…whatever he was…but he was still your boyfriend. you wanted to think your relationship was still important to him even though he was currently scaring the shit out of you.

“will you please listen to me now?”

you let out a shriek as you fell onto your back, looking up at tsukishima standing before you in your living room.

“how did you…”

“i turned into a bat and came in through the vent.”

your eyes widened in disbelief. “really?”

he scoffed. “no, idiot, you left your backdoor unlocked again.”

“oh. oops.”

the normalcy of the exchange so far was welcomed by the two of you, considering the last one took place with a corpse present.

sighing, the blonde sat down so that he could be closer to your level. you uprighted yourself, laying your hands in your lap as you meet tsukishima’s warm brown eyes. while you were still apprehensive, you gave him a small nod.

“i’m listening, kei.”

he took a breath and began. “i can’t remember how i was turned. all i know is that it was when i was in high school and by an older vampire. you tend to blackout during the change.”

“so that’s what you are? a vampire?”

“it wasn’t obvious already?”

“i just wanted confirmation, jeez.”

he chuckled at the little huff you let out, happy to see your personality peeking out through your nerves. “the bite marks ended up healing, and i didn’t feel too different at first, but then the first cravings eventually came.”

“for blood?”

“yes,” he answered, figuring he shouldn’t push it with too many sarcastic responses. “at first i tried to just rely on animals, but that wasn’t enough sustenance. i had been turned for almost a year when i finally drank from a human neck.”

a look of disdain came onto your face, remembering the scene from earlier.

“but,” tsukishima continued, “i never drink from innocent people, especially not women nor children. my first human was a guy trying to mug an elderly woman, and then i continued that pattern because it helped me feed more guiltlessly. figured if i were to do it this way, i was at least getting bad men off the streets.”

“the guy tonight?”

“abused his ex-wife.”

you nodded, letting the information soak in. while killing was obviously a no-go in most normal situations, this was no ordinary case scenario. tsukishima was going about this in the most just way he possibly could, and that eased your anxiety some.

“hey,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts. he reached a hand out to you, and after hesitating for a second, you placed your hand in his. his thumb started stroking your skin.

“i told you that i would never hurt you, and i sincerely mean that. i’ve been this way since before we even met, and not once have i ever thought about laying a single finger on you in that regard. you can still trust me, i swear. this is a lot of information to take in, i know, but please stop being afraid of me so i don’t have to go on another of these cheesy spiels. they make me feel light-headed.”

that finally had a giggle leaving your lips, and the blonde smirked in triumph.

he had a point. you always trust your gut instinct, and not once had tsukishima ever given you a reason to feel as if you weren’t safe around him. the reaction you had earlier was a natural response that anyone else would have when discovering that their boyfriend was straight out of a monster film.

well, now that you’ve had this discussion with him, it was less of a monster film and more of an undead romance novel.

vampire or not, he was still your kei. your smart-mouthed, dinosaur-loving, volleyball-playing kei tsukishima.

you squeezed his hand in yours.

“no wonder you've always gone through so much sunscreen.”

“shut up.”

_____

after a month, you were really starting to enjoy being a vampire’s girlfriend. you were living every twilight fangirl’s dream, except your tsuki was much more entertaining than edward cullen. especially since he actually cuddled you while you slept instead of standing there and staring at you.

your questions began to stem less from fear and more from curiosity as the time went on, too, and your boyfriend was always willing to give you a truthful answer. he knew that honesty was going to be key when entering into this new era of your relationship.

“no more secrets,” you had told him.

a saturday evening found you laying in bed, tsukishima spooning you from behind as the two of you enjoyed a break from your hectic schedules. unfortunately, your weekend wasn’t as peaceful as it could have been, because of course you had to get your period that morning. no matter how many menstrual cycles you’ve lived through, the discomfort never ceases to be annoying.

the blonde gently massaged his thumbs against your abdomen, trying to soothe some of your cramps as his much larger frame cocooned yours. a pleased sigh left your lips.

“thank you, baby,” you said. “this feels so much better.”

“i knew it would,” tsukishima replied, resting his chin on the top of your head.

he continued his soft kneading, the sensation feeling as if a cat was making biscuits on your flesh. the pain continued to ebb away and you began to wonder why you couldn’t have always had your boyfriend’s skilled fingers aiding you during times like these.

whenever your time of the month had come around in the past, you didn’t see your boyfriend that much until it was pretty much over. you had always chalked the phenomena up to a coincidence, but after recent events, you were starting to think that tsukishima’s absence was very much intentional.

“tsuki,” you called out to him, hardly registering that you opened your mouth. your inquisitiveness seemed to have you running on autopilot.

“hm?”

you’d already gotten his attention, so you might as well go ahead and ask.

“this is the first time that you’ve ever really hung out with me while i’m on my period. did you avoid me before because…you know…” you trailed off.

“because what?” he inquired. “be more specific, use your words.”

the command sent a tingle to your core, the same three words falling from his lips many times before when he had you pinned underneath him, demanding your obedience as you slowly became a babbling mess.

however, the tensing of tsukishima’s body behind you let you know that he already knew exactly what you were trying to imply. he just wanted to hear you say it.

“does it, i mean, does the blood tempt you?”

you were half expecting him to scoff in disgust at your question. there was a chunk of the male population that viewed periods as gross, why would one be enticed by menstrual blood. yet, you had to remember that was a stigma held by immature boys.

You were dating a man.

tsukishima was on top of you before you could even notice he had moved. his eyes were a darker hue than usual, desire clouding the typical warmth of his irises.

“yes,” he answered. “yes, it really fucking does.”

the heat pooling between your legs intensified, however you needed further reassurance before you could even try to do something about it. “you don’t think it’s gross?”

“the blood i crave leaking from the very cunt i could eat for hours on end? that sounds like fucking heaven.”

oh, that’s right. you werent just dating a man. you were dating a man who was a vampire.

“kei,” you breathed out, lip wobbling as you stared up at him. “i need you.”

“is that so?”

his lips were on yours before you could even blink, kissing you with such force that you were left breathless. you couldn't remember the last time tsukishima was this intense in the bedroom, and that thought only made you crave his ministrations even more.

mewling into his mouth, you felt the sharp point of one of his fangs graze against your lip. a shiver ran through your body, panties growing even wetter at the reminder of just how dangerous the man ravaging you right now could truly be.

as if he could read your mind, the blonde pulled away. “you trust me, right?”

both of your chests were heaving, lust blown eyes boring into one another's. you could tell your boyfriend’s self control was slipping. yet, even on the verge of descending into depravity, tsukishima made sure to put you above himself. to honor your body and the permission you give him to touch it.

a soft smile curled onto your lips. “of course i do, baby.”

of course you did. because that was the type of person that you were. always looking on the bright side, always able to find the good in people. your world was filled with silver linings, whereas he was always the to type to focus on the stormclouds. you two had always counterbalanced each other, yin and yang, and this time was no different.

he was worried he was a monster, but you didn’t think so. you still trusted him. you still loved him.

tsukishima placed another kiss on your lips, this one much more tender, and reached his long fingers under the hem of your shirt. you aided him in getting the garment over your head, watching on in delight as he rid himself of his own shirt and returned to your skin.

you sighed as his large palms squeezed your breasts, the blonde placing open mouth kisses on your flesh as he began to lower himself towards your cunt. you jumped when his fangs occasionally glided along your body, feeling tsukishima’s lips curl into a smirk at your receptiveness.

his large frame settled above your heat, tugging your soft shorts down so that your cotton panties could be revealed.

“this wet already just from some kissing? god, you’re such a desperate slut.”

the mean words only made your core throb even more, tsukishima’s sternness always igniting a fire within your needy heart.

“kei, please,” you whined. “wanna be touched, please!”

“on your soaked and bloody pussy?”

you slowly nodded. “y-yeah.”

you felt your heart skip a beat as kei pulled your panties off, a dark glint coming into his eye as he saw the pale pink mixture of two fluids- your sweet blood and your sweet slick. you watched his chest expand as he took a deep breath, inhaling the addictive scent.

“you have no idea how long i've dreamed about being able to do this.”

and with that, his mouth descended upon your cunt. a small moan left your lips at the feeling of his tongue flicking on your clit once, twice, three times before moving to lick at your entrance, catching the liquids tsukishima had silently craved for so long. while his tongue ventured into your pussy to catch more of your red-tinted essence, the blonde brought his thumb up to rub at your bundle of nerves, causing lights to dance across your vision.

your hand came down to tangle in his hair, tugging his head even closer to your core. the combined stimulus of tsukishima’s tongue penetrating you and his fingers tending to your bud had you whining in bliss. as his ministrations increased in intensity, so did your noises.

the coul winding up in your abdomen got even more taught when tsuki began to synchronize the drag of his tongue along your upper walls with the stroke of his finger down your clit.

it wasn’t long before you found yourself cumming on his face, legs trembling on his shoulders as you felt yourself ride out the wave of ecstasy.

your boyfriend wasn’t stopping though.

if anything, feeling your cunt tighten around his tongue prompted him to start moving even faster and apply even more pressure behind his touches. you squirmed at the sensations, being catapulted from the downfall of one orgasm right into the buildup of another.

“kei,” you whimpered, to which you felt him take the hand that wasn’t between your folds and place it on your stomach, holding you down. his silent warning of telling you to behave.

suddenly, tsukishima switched the positions of his mouth and fingers, his lips coming to encircle your bud while two of his fingers stretched your pussy open. the change caught you off guard, accelerating you even closer to another tumble off the edge.

you had started to grind your drooling cunt against his hand, the new feeling sending your already sex-fogged mind into an even greater haze. his fingers were hitting that spongy spot hidden within your walls, and each impact made you twitch.

“ah! right there, right there!”

a particularly hard hit had you climaxing for the second time that evening, bloody cream soaking tsukishima’s fingers. he pulled them out, not hesitating to lick them clean. he unabashedly groaned at the taste.

“even better than i imagined. not bad for a filthy slut like yourself.”

you were still shaking, mind numb as you fought to catch your breath. yet, you still knew your place. your boyfriend was generous enough to make you cum twice while he hasn’t cum at all.

even though they felt as if they may as well have been made of jello, you spread your thighs once more, presenting your sloppy cunt to him.

“kei,” you breathed out. “want you inside. please?”

the trademark smirk made its what onto tsukishima’s face.

“i really have trained you so well, haven’t i? don’t even need to ask you to open your legs up for me anymore.”

ridding himself of his sweats and boxers, the blonde moved his tall figure so that his face was hovering over yours, bending your knees above his shoulders.

“or maybe you’re just that eager for some cock that it’s instinct at this point. who knows, though? you’re still a whore all the same.”

his words were always harsh, but the way his thumbs gingerly stroked the flesh of your hips let you know his true feelings. you felt his grip tighten before he slammed in all in one go, almost folding you in half as he set a quick, hard pace.

you screamed out, hands flying to his back in an attempt to ground yourself. he continued to thrust into you, long cock dragging along your pussy in the most delectable way possible.

tsukishima had been panting in your ear until he moved his mouth downwards, lightly dragging his fangs along your jugular. you knew he could easily tear through the skin there, feast upon the blood coursing through your veins like he’d done to countless others. however, he would never. you weren’t like the people he fed on. you were precious to him, the most sacred person in his life.

the thrill still sent tingles of excitement through your body, alighting your core once more as you mewled and gyrated your pelvis against his.

“i love you, kei,” you babbled out to him, eyes glassy from how overstimulated you were. “love you so much.”

he didn’t say it back, and you didn’t expect him to. the blonde wasn’t the ‘sentimental during sex’ type. however, feeling the increase in vigor behind his thrusts upon hearing your words was all the response you needed.

“fuck, i’m close,” tsukishima groaned out, moving his hands from your hips to your tits. “you’re gonna give me one more.”

the feeling of his nimble fingers tweaking at your nipples while his dick pistoned into you had you climaxing for the final time that night. you squealed out, so sensitive at this point, and you cumming around his cock triggered his own release into you.

tsukishima went ahead and pulled out of your overworked cunt before collapsing on top of you, muscles going slack.

you giggled, arms coming to wrap around him. “that might have been the best sex we’ve ever had.”

the blonde hummed. “you’re okay? i wasn’t too rough or anything?”

“i feel great,” you replied, a drowsy grin on your face.

your boyfriend snorted at your expression before moving to stand up.

“i’m going to get us some water,” he said, moving towards the door before pausing. “oh, and by the way-“

you stared up at him quietly, waiting to hear what he had to say. your heart fluttered when tsukishima’s lips pressed against your forehead.

“i love you too.”

———

saige’s terrortober masterlist

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Forever, mine.

Pairing: Astarion x reader

Warning: Dark themes, Smut, Concubine reader, Augst, Yandere Astarion, Possessive Astarion, Arguments, Creampie, Fingering, Bloodsucking, One-side love? (Fanart, not mine). Part 2

Summary: don't you know you're his?

You recall the first time you met your master, the white clouds blocked the warm light of the sun. You sat down at the edge of the path of the town where you were confined. Ladies and gentlemen alike walked pasted you, who would pay attention to a beggar? A woman at that who was covered in dirt and grime, hair rattan and tangled, with cloths holed and torn. You sniffled as your vision blurred, barely seeing people walking until tears fell.

That's when you saw him.

It was like the world slowed for his outworldly beauty. A ray of sunlight appeared from the cloudy day and shined upon him, a man of pale skin, white hair that was styled to perfection, eyes an beautiful burgundy, and he was adorned with the finest of fabrics, a smirk full of genuine confidence.

Your breath shorted as the man stopped in front of you once he noticed your glaze, the Heat of embarrassment flushed in your cheeks, and your lap became quite outstanding. Unexpectedly two fingers lifted your chin and your glaze had once again fell on the man. He kneeled on one knee and smiled softly at you to your surprise. Leaning back you surely smelled caused a frown on his lips. "You do not have to fear me pet. I wish you no harm, quite the contrary." his voice was as regal and enchanting as his blessed beauty, "Take my hand." he offered his other hand, you musted of hesitated more than he liked he spoke again "I know how hard this life is. Having to beg for the tiny bit of kindness of cruel people." he looked almost pasted you like he was reminiscing. "I'll take you away. You won't have to worry about your next meal nor surviving another cold, winter anymore.  For I will clothe you, feed you, keep you safe and warm. All your wants and needs will be met." he rubbed some grime from your cheek.

"What do you say?" you took his hand that day and his words rang true. If only you knew what it would come to.

The dancing of the candlelight shined light upon the sinful dance of passion you shared with your master, in the otherwise dark room.

Your mouth dropped open as you let out a strangled moan, Astarion's hold on your hips tightened in response. "My beautiful concubine." Your master growled as he lost himself in pleasure called you, his usual maintained curls, messy from the grip your had them in earlier, and laid over his ruby orbs, He was even more beautiful this way. "You ruin me!" He gasps as you clenched around your poor master, his thrusting stuttered before he began to pound into your squelching, wet cunt. The sent of your arousals and sweat thickens in the air "Harder." You bucked your hips "please, harder." You begged of your master and he surly answered. "As you wish my pet." He chuckled darkly as he throw your legs that rested around his waist onto his shoulders and bend down, driving his already deep cock deeper in your wet cavern. The world seemed to disappeared as your heated glazes locked together, it was just you and him in this moment of passionate, as you both reached your climax, he whispered her name. The name of his beloved runway, Tav, the one you were brought here to just replac. You faked a moan and a shudder, faking your orgasm as your master release his pearly cum deep within you. Filling you with everything he had but his love.

Disappointment and bitterness were a feeling you knew all too well and while he lay beside you it felt like he was miles away, so scared to get close, he saved you and he favored you yet that meant nothing, and it meant nothing as Astarion held you close, your head resting on his chest, snuggling into his side as the moon raised high in the sky. It was nothing and you would always being nothing to him.

As the sun took its place among the clouds of the day, you awoke to his disappearance, likely busy with his duties as the vampire Lord, and a note with your beloved master's beautiful handwriting.

My dearest concubine,

I regret to inform you that I will be occupied for the remainder of the day and night as there is no rest for rulers. I hope you will miss me as much as I miss you.

With love,

Astarion.

You sighed, pushing away the ache in your heart as you sat down on your vanity chair, and began to brush your hair. Despite being only a concubine, you were an extension of your master and you had to look of importance in your master's castle. Once your maid helped you into your gown your duties commenced. You were to make sure things were done to perfection, and that no mistakes were made to give people a slight idea your master reputation was not up to hold.

The kitchen bustled with life as the chefs and the maid prepared for one of the master's many ball events, which would feature various races. Your maid, Lyra, took notes as you checked with the chefs about the dishes. "My lady," she whispered gently, poking your arm to gather your attention away from the head chef's demonstration of the selected dishes. A familiar pale man smiled at you, his teal eyes lighting up as you glanced in his direction. Soren Nightingale, a young man who was clearly infatuated with you, and you felt the same way about him.

Soren took your hand, and you both ran to the garden. Your back hit the tree as his lips met yours. Little did you know, angry ruby eyes were watching from the castle window.

"This how you repay me!" Astarion hissed, slamming the door of his chamber, the moon had raised again shrouding the room in moonlight, "Giving another man love and affection!" He yelled, glaring at you with such rage that you stepped back each time he walked towards you till your back met the wall. "I gave you everything! My love was yours but how would you care!! You still love her? " you yelled back. "You forget yourself. You belong to me! All of you." He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a kiss, his hand tearing away at your gown and underwater, his rough kisses trailing from your lips to your neck, his sinfully hot tongue licking a stripe before his fangs pierced your skin. An unexpected moan forced its way out of you as your master drank from you.

You yepped as his fangs ripped out your neck and you were thrown onto his bed. Your face burned with embarrassment, and frustration as your pussy became wet with your arousal. "oh my pet~" Astarion cooed as he climbed above you, his body bare of clothes, "Your body knows it's mine, why can't you? " he mocked as his cold nimble fingers playfully dips the tip of his finger into your entrance. You glared at him, your lips curled into a snarl "I will never-" your words were cut off as your mouth dropped into a perfect o as his long finger finally pushed it away in. In no time his finger was joined by another as they curled into your sweet spot and they thrusted with practiced ease. Slick coated the silken sheets as well as your master's palm, the coming bliss of your orgasm was taken away as he pulled his fingers from your depths.

"Now we can't have that, you've been a bad pup." Astarion grinned wickedly as he saw the look of anger on your face, he wanted to prove a point and he would, lining up his cock to your core and without waiting slammed in, groaning as he felt your wet walls. You cried out, your body shook from his intense thrusts, his hips snapping, driving his cock deeper and deeper nor did he slow. The bed creaked under you as your bucked your hips to his ponding, and as his cock head hit your cervix, your sweet releasing finally washed upon you. "You belong to me and don't you ever forget it." Astarion growled as he slammed into you, his cock throbbing and twitch as his cum filled you in hot spurts.

You will always be his and he'll never let you forget it. He will make sure to let that little boy know as well.

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SINK YOUR TEETH INTO ME — nanami kento

kento gets all worked up when you suck his blood

contents. vampire!reader, bloodsucking, fingering, nsfw,

a breathy groan rips its way up your throat as you withdraw from kento’s neck, scarlet blood dripping down your fangs. the two puncture marks are so small compared to the mass of muscle, the deep color a contrast against his skin.

for a moment, you can only stare.

there is evidence of your own need in that bite, and your cunt clenches hard around his fingers. the feeling of his blood in your stomach is too much, it’s so warm, settling under your skin.

kento’s fingertips curl against your walls, a ring of cream around his knuckle as he slows the movements of his hand, bringing it nearly to a stop. the taste of his blood is heavy on your tongue, and you grab his shoulder roughly, digging your nails into the delicate skin. 

“why’d you stop?” kento asks, breathless, his other hand curling into your hair as you pant heavily into his collarbone. he’s hard; the tip of his cock is flushed, coated with pre-cum, even though you haven’t even touched him.

the minute he sees your fangs, kento gets worked up far too easily. he’s always so eager to get your teeth in his skin. 

you whine against his neck, rolling your hips along his fingers, encouraging him to keep moving. “gonna cum too fast, kento—” you say, but it comes out with a cry as he brushes all your sensitive spots. your nails break the skin of his shoulder as he continues the pace, thrusting his thick finger deep inside you. “your blood tastes too good.” 

kento brushes his other hand into your hair, forces your lips back down to his neck. his breathing has already become uneven, and the sound makes you ache. “i don’t fucking care.” your fangs graze the broken skin once more, and kento lets out a low groan, eyes squeezing shut. his cock twitches against his stomach, desperate to be touched. “feels so good when you—”

you lick his vein, and he shudders, throat bobbing visibly as the words fall flat on his lips. 

“kento, i don’t want to hurt you,” you start, but his fingers sink back into your soaked pussy, stretching your walls before playing with your clit. your argument is dead as he rubs slow circles on the sensitive bud. “o-oh. fuck, right there.” you whimper, drenching his fingers. 

“i don’t care. i’d let you drain all my blood sweetheart, that’s how good it feels.” there’s sweat on kento’s hairline, even though you’ve done nothing to him. his eyes are hazy, half-open as he regards you with adoration, his devotion endless. “you get so drenched when you taste my blood. can’t help it.” your sharp fangs break the skin once more, and he grins. “i’ll give you my blood all the time if it means you’ll stay this fucking wet for me.”

you don’t mean to—but kento curls his fingers just the right way and you squeeze around him, so close to your orgasm. and you bite down on the vein, blood spilling into your already stained lips. 

a loud moan leaves both of you, and kento speeds his fingers, panting heavily as you grab at his scalp, roughly angling his neck so that you can take even more of the nectar from his willing vein. “ken–”

“that’s it, pretty,” he says, but his words are nothing more than whispers, stuttered syllables. “god, you’re perfect.”

you suck and suck, moaning around the wound as you think of the last time you’d tasted something this sweet. 

never. you’re certain of that, and the thought alone rears you closer to your orgasm, coiling your throbbing core tighter and tighter. you shift your hips down hard, nearly riding his fingers as you drain his life source, trying to remind yourself to stop. 

and though kento is breathless, so desperate for you that he aches, there is a hardness, a seriousness to his words when he says, “don’t ever drink from anyone but me again. no one but me. i’d rather fucking die than see you with someone else’s blood on your lips.” 

the sensuality of that alone is what sends you over the edge. even if you needed to, you’d never want anyone but kento’s blood, not when it tastes like the sweetest ambrosia. 

you cry out his name, squeeze hard around his fingers as you cum far too quickly, shuddering down your stomach. finally, you release his vein and reach for him, his hardened, desperate cock. but you’re hardly able to get your hand on it before kento cums, hot white ropes running down the length of him as he releases a pretty groan, burying his face in your hair. 

he caresses the top of your head, encouraging, but you can only stare, for a moment, before pumping your hand down his cock. the rest of his thick cum empties into your hand. “k-kento—”

his smile is sweet, eyelashes fluttering above his pink cheeks. “see what you do to me, sweetheart?” 

[selfishdoll]

FOUND OUT FT. VAMP! ARMIN ୨୧ ｡ ⟡ ⋆ ࣪. ໒

armin arlert, your good friend of two years and hard crush of one. you decided to become his roommate just three months ago and all has been well. except for the fact, a ludicrous idea has entered your mind. one so silly, you didn’t even want to believe it. what was it exactly? well.. that armin, was a vampire. this wasn’t some fantasy or fairy tale.. you weren’t bella and he wasn’t edward. there was no way, no way in hell armin was a vampire.. right?

❛content warning(s)...❜ ━━ period sex. i repeat, PERIOD SEX. if you don’t like that, leave! | oral sex (f. receiving) | soft & service top! armin | he’s a little condescending, however | pet names (sweetheart, pretty, princess, etc) | praise | blood (ofc) | biting & marking | armin talks reader through it | multiple orgasms | armin loves eye contact | ooc armin | inspired by true blood (also mentioned in the fic) | lowkey gaslighting (maybe? he’s not doing it to harm, he’s just tryna keep his identity hidden) | a bit of manhandling | reader wears pads & has really bad cramps. again if that’s an issue for you, don’t read it. | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

❛author’s note...❜ ━━ please bare in mind i haven’t touched aot for a long time & only posting this fic for my reawakened obsession with the anime & manga. that said, if you think armin is ooc, i’m sorry— but again, i warned you (plus i’m not the creator). if you enjoy this, please give me more characters to make vamp versions of. of jjk or aot. and as always, please excuse any grammar mistakes or typos <3 (4680 WORDS)

It was common to question reality. To ponder about situations that were outside the norm. What if a zombie apocalypse happened? What if aliens were real? And finally, what if your good friend— turned roommate, was a vampire?

You felt silly as the thought, the pondering consumed you within the first week of living together. You really had no reason to believe Armin Arlert; a sweet young man with a heart of gold was some bloodsucking beast. Or rather, you didn’t want to believe it. Such information would drastically change the trajectory of the relationship you had with him.

The pipeline from friends — secret one sided pining — to prey wasn’t one you wished to follow.

Yet, all signs pointed to the answer; all signs pointed to Armin being a vampire.

For one, you’ve never seen him eat. Ever. Each time you offered some of your food, Armin would give you a gentle smile— while refusing. I already ate. Was the signature line he delivered, no matter the time of day. But, that wasn’t too concrete; he worked at home and you worked in a clinic— there was a possibility he was telling the truth.

The second piece of evidence may have been the key. The man would stock up his side of the fridge with this.. juice. Red liquid within clear bottles, the print labeled in a language you couldn’t understand. No matter how much you searched online, you simply couldn’t find it. So, you did the unthinkable.

You popped open a bottle, taking a swig. You expected a disturbing metallic taste; one that would cause you to spill the contents of your stomach. Instead a sweet fruity flavor tickled your tastebuds, causing your eyes to widen and quickly pull back from the bottle.

In time to see Armin entering the kitchen, flashing you a smile.

“I was wondering when you’d try them. I bought so many.” He spoke sweetly, informing you it was some random juice he bought whilst on a business trip.

With both his words and the concrete evidence, you believed him.

But there were so, so many more instances where you wondering if you were grasping at straws. His refusal to enter a home without access? Well, Armin was always polite. The way he avoided you whenever you got hurt? He did inform you blood makes him queasy. Or how each time you got your period the man just suddenly had a business trip? Armin did state his work schedule was weird.

It frustrated you to no end. You hated yourself for developing the thought in the first place. You already fucked falling for him a year ago, and now you just had to come up with the most ludicrous idea.

Armin Arlert, a vampire? Please..

The breath that escaped you was ragged, eyes pinched close and leaning your head against the steering wheel. The way a cramp could ruin your mood in a matter of seconds was beyond you. Truly, it was.

You were glued to your seat unable to move due to the pain within your stomach. Which could only be described as millions of knives being rammed directly into your uterus. A dramatic metaphor, but a fitting one.

A groan escaped you as you lifted from your curled position, the back of your head pressed against the seat. The pills you consumed just ten minutes ago had obviously not taken effect yet, leaving you unable to fight against the pain. You tried, you really did try to make it to work despite the aches— but you couldn’t. You pulled over into the nearest store parking lot just to make a quick call to your supervisor.

Thankfully, she was very understanding; even gently scolding you for attempting to work in the first place. The interaction caused you to smile, thanking her profusely and promising to make up the hours.

Now, all you had to do was get home. Though, as your eyes opened from its previous pained scrunch, you focused on the store in-front of you. A soft hum escaped you as turned the engine of your car off. A quick run to get some much deserved snacks was fine, right?

You opened the car door and exited, locking it behind you with a hand pressed against your stomach. It was comical attempting to massage the cramps, but the warmth of your hand was elevating the pain— slightly. Not much.

You approached the store doors and entered, flashing a smile to a worker that greeted you. You turned down an aisle whilst looking over the selection of snacks, kneeling to take in the rest of the shelf. While thinking over what you wanted, an idea popped into your mind.

Armin was always so doting and sweet whenever he went out to the store; always asking if you needed something. You wanted to do the same.

So without a second thought you grabbed your phone from your purse, clicking his contact and placing the receiver to your ear. The ringer went off two times before the man picked up, his usual tone entering your ears;

“Hey (Y/N)— are you okay? You don’t usually call me during work.”

You smiled, standing from your kneeled position. “I’m okay!.. well, not really. Cramps are kicking my ass right now,” You hummed, walking down the end of the shelf.

A silence entered the call for a moment before Armin spoke again. “You mean.. menstrual cramps?”

“Yeah!— sorry if that was too much to share.. Anyway, I’m at the store right now do you need anything?”

Armin cleared his throat a bit, the faint sound of something entering the call— but leaving quickly. “N—no. No, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, (Y/N).”

With chaste goodbyes you ended the call, placing your phone back into your purse. You finally decided on some gummies and chocolate, heading over to the register with a little pep in your step.

Pigging out on the couch seemed like the perfect day.

You left the store quickly after paying, entering your car even quicker and reaching your shared home in record time. Opening the door, you sighed as you placed your keys onto a table nearby; purse following. You walked towards the back of the house, glancing over at Armin’s closed bedroom door. With a small smile you walked up, pressing your knuckles against the maroon colored wood.

A minute passed before the door was opened, revealing his form. His eyes bored into your own, flashing the same gentle smile he always did. “(Y/N).. you should be resting.”

You smiled back at him, “Just wanted to check on you before I lay on the couch for the rest of the day.”

The man blinked as your words set in, watching you turn to enter your bedroom. Hesitantly, he followed, standing in the doorway. “On the couch?”

“Yeah! Don’t worry I’ll have a towel under me.”

“I wasn’t worried about that..” Was the faint mumble that escaped the blonde, words you didn’t hear. A soft sigh escaped him, however, blinking to glance at you. “Hope you feel better.” Armin said more clearly, turning to walk into his room after you gave soft gratitude.

You grabbed some pink bebe shorts and a random black tshirt, walking over to the bathroom with a pad in tow. After doing your business and changing, you entered your bedroom again to place your work clothes away— grabbing a clean towel shortly after.

You exited to enter the living room, smiling at the couch waiting for you. Walking over, you stretched the towel out along the cushions, pulling the coffee table closer for convenience. After grabbing your snacks and a water bottle, a stiff sigh escaped you as you laid across the couch. The towel was a bit uncomfortable if you moved, but you rather that then possibly leaking through the pad you wore.

Your hand reached for the remote beside you, turning the channel to a tv show you’ve currently been obsessed with; True Blood. A small chuckle escaped you as your cheek sunk into the pillow under you, placing the remote down. Maybe you were watching it too much, maybe that’s why you thought Armin was some blood sucking beast.

But, there was no way. You were literally on your period and he was.. well— normal. As normal as Armin Arlert was anyway.

You turned to open the pack of gummies, taking a bit in your hand before sinking back into the cushions. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you popped one into your mouth, oblivious to the hard stare you were receiving.

An hour and a half passed with your continued watching, getting up in between to use the restroom. Your snacks were long gone, water bottle empty, and pill; worn off. You had zero energy to get up and grab some more, especially since you just found the perfect spot to help your cramps.

You hissed softly, moving to press your face deeper into the cushion. You’ve had a period for twenty-two years now, yet it always felt as if you were experiencing it for the first time. It was annoying, truly annoying. With a subtle groan your eyes blinked open, racking your mind for a moment before an idea peaked within you.

“Armin!” You called out from the living room while turning to lay on your back, hand strewn across your lower stomach. Moments passed before his bedroom door opened, footsteps entering the living room and revealing your roommate. Who looked a little tired. Strange, you’ve never seen him in such a way.

But, instead of inquiring you gave a little smile; “Could you grab my pills from my bedroom, and a water bottle?”

Armin’s eyes carried down your form for a moment, mouth opening before closing. Instead, he simply nodded; turning to head to your bedroom.

Maybe periods really did make him uncomfortable. You’ve never seen Armin so fidgety and nervous, as if scared to speak. It would concern you more if another cramp didn’t pierce you, causing a soft groan to slip past your lips. You heard Armin move from your bedroom to the kitchen, opening the fridge and closing it after.

You looked up at the man, watching him stand a few feet away; placing the items you requested down on the table. You sat up with a sweet smile, swinging your legs over the couch. “Thanks Min.” You spoke, watching him nod and turn to walk away. Instead of leaving him be, you spoke up again;

“You wanna watch something together? I’m sure being cooped up in your room is boring..” You don’t know why the suggestion escaped you, feeling embarrassment the moment you noticed Armin’s form stiffen. Your eyes turned to the pill bottle, twisting the cap slow. “It’s uh.. cool if you don’t want t—“

“Is this another test, (Y/N)?”

You blinked slowly as his words permeated the atmosphere, entering your mind and settling there for a split second. You thought over the sentence, tongue nervously swiping across your bottom lip the moment you realized his tone. It’s usual softness was gone, replaced with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

You tried to play off your silence, a soft— forced chuckle escaping you. “Test? What test, Armin?”

You watched as the man’s shoulders lowered, body turning to face you. Your teeth was caught on your bottom lip, feeling tension enter the air.

Armin looked at you, or rather observed you for a silent moment. You didn’t know what to do, trapped under the gaze; unable to look away. Your fingers gripped the towel underneath you, debating whether to apologize or demand to know what was suddenly wrong.

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was truly five minutes; Armin spoke.

“First, you take a bottle of mine and drink it without permission.” His words were slow, as if listing off the directions of a cookbook. What’s more, Armin moved towards you, your chest bumping with each step he took. “Next, you accidentally, cut yourself whenever I’m in the kitchen.” He was close now, standing beside the table.

You sunk into the cushion behind you, gasping the moment he closed the space; hands pressed against the furniture— trapping you. “And lastly, you invite me to sit with you in such an innocent manner.. I don’t know whether to call you a genius or just plain naive, (Y/N).”

“Armin..” You breathed softly, feeling your mouth go dry. His eyes flicked between your body and lips, clearly struggling to focus on a single thing. “Armin, I—.. I’m confused, what are you talking about?”

Finally it seemed he had made a choice, gaze focusing onto your own. Silently, the man smiled, a forced one— a toothy one. Your eyes widened, breath hitching the moment you spotted the fangs placed perfectly in his mouth. A shudder went down your spine, gripping the towel even harsher.

“Oh wow..” Armin spoke lowly, stealing your attention from his canines. “I reveal something.. so, so troubling and yet— you’re excited. More then excited actually.. ecstatic, maybe?” The man pondered, coming even closer to you.

Your hands rose to grip his arms, gasping the moment you felt his face lower to your neck. As his teeth ghosted your neck, you felt your heart threatening to escape your chest. You pinched your eyes closed, twitched, even turned your head to the side.

And yet, Armin did nothing. He simply.. hovered there.

A frustration you didn’t wish to acknowledge build within you, manicured fingers digging into his cool, skin. “Armin..”

“What is it, (Y/N)? You want me to bite you, don’t you?” The words escaped him the moment you uttered his name, a hand lifting from the cushion whilst he pulled back from your neck. Now face to face, his fingers collected your chin to assure you didn’t glance away. “I thought at first you were concerned for your safety, maybe even scared. But no..” His lips quirked, thumb rising to smooth across your wet bottom lip. “You’re clearly far from scared.”

“Armin.. please just—“

“I will. I promise.” He interjected, releasing your face. Your eyes widened the moment he pushed your shoulder, laying you down on the couch. The cushion in-front of you sunk in as he sat down, hands dragging to your waist covered in shorts. “But first.. I think I’ll get my fill another way.”

Your eyes widened at his words, feeling his fingers hook under the thin pink fabric of your bottoms and panties, peeling them from your body in one swift motion. Embarrassment flooded through your body, instinctively closing your thighs.

Armin’s eyes switched from your legs over to your face, head tilting as he took in your nervous expression. To your surprise, a gentle smile stretched across his face, one that you’ve gotten used to, one that caused you to melt easily.

Noticing this, it didn’t take much to gently push your legs apart, featuring your cunt to him. “That’s a good girl..” Armin spoke softly, hand slipping under your shirt, spreading across your stomach. The man lowered until he was face to face with your slit, unfazed by the blood upon it.

You whimpered the moment his thick tongue glided up— hole to clit, hands reaching down to rest upon his hair. A soft groan escaped the man, rising up whilst licking his lips clean of your mess. It was clear all restraints were gone now, the wild look in his eyes causing your stomach to stir.

“Do you know how long I waited for this?” The man questioned you, resting on one hand; the other’s fingers gently gliding up and down cunt, collecting your mixed essence and blood. “You were gonna drive me crazy one day; parading in such small shorts, showcasing your skin to me.” His words escaped him shamelessly, fingers pushing past your folds to gently brush your clit, moving away before you could even moan.

“You wanted this from the beginning.. didn’t you?” Armin suddenly spoke, escaping the trance to look at your face. He watched as you shook your head far too quickly, a small no even escaping you. That alone caused his reddened lips to curl into a smile, “You should leave the lying to me, sweetheart.”

You gasped the moment he dove back down, lips pressed against your wet slit. The man wasted no time in allow his tongue to glide across your slit, pushing to licking at your clit. Your taste, your smell— it was enough to have him groan right into your pussy, drinking every crimson droplet that escaped you.

You thought you would feel uncomfortable, maybe even a little gross; getting ate out in such a state. But those thoughts melted the minute his lips wrapped around your swelling bud, teasing you gently with the points of his fangs. Your back was rising from the cushion now, squirming upon the towel underneath you.

Your hands lowered to his hair, fingers curling in the blonde tresses for a tight hold. With the way his tongue was moving against you, you needed leverage; you needed an anchor. You felt far too pliable, melting into the feeling as wanton moans escaped your slick lips.

Gasps of his name, sweet whispers of how good it felt. Your arousal mixed with blood was trickling freely from your entrance, making such a mess; one that Armin lapped up far too eagerly.

And the moment you felt his thick tongue curl inside your awaiting hole, oh— you were finished.

“Hah.. Fuck, Armin—!” You hissed softly, feeling the wet muscle twist and turn inside you, brushing against your gummy walls and delving on you like a meal.

Which, to Armin, you were.

The man groaned into you in response, hands moving to your thighs and gripping; halting your moving. You were forced to lay there as he ate you, a band forming within your stomach; long replacing the agonizing cramps.

Your moans bounced off the living room walls, face turning into the cushions as hot pants escaped you. Your toes were curling, a sweat presenting itself upon your forehead as the pleasure consumed you full; flooding his mouth with more crimson arousal.

Armin drunk you up eagerly, fingers digging into your skin to keep to right there. He licked you clean, leaving no spot untouched; savoring his plate. After moments of this pleasure it melted into overstimulated torture, hands falling and pushing against his head.

“A—armin.. fuck, I can’t—“ Your eyebrows were pushing close, rising to sit up; gasping the moment he tugged, forcing you to fall back on the cushions. His face was flush against your messy cunt, drinking you up completely. Little tears formed in your eyes, legs moving as your stomach clenched and clenched.

Your worried words fell on deaf ears, literally. With how much your warm thighs were wrapping around his head, he could barely hear a damn thing. Even so, Armin refused to leave— not until you came on his tongue again.

With more fearsome licks and sucks, hands massaging your skin as if coaxing you— Armin felt his dick jump the moment you cried out for him, coming all over his tongue again.

“Taste.. so good, so fucking good princess…” He drawled right into your center, the vibrations of his voice causing you to keen. Unlike before, he let up from licking you dry, raising from between your legs— a complete mess.

You watched as Armin’s tongue licked the rest of your taste off his lips, his eyes closed; relishing it.

His hands slowly dropped your body to the cushion, hand curling under his shirt and pulling it off his body. Once off, the man used it to wipe his face— tossing it to the ground shortly after.

He’d wash it later.

Armin moved to hover above you, hand falling to your chin and turning to looking at your eyes. The man smiled the moment your hand wrapped around his wrist, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. “Your cramps gone?” He asked in a soft, coy tone. The small huff you released caused the man to chuckle, moving to plant his lips on your own.

You moaned as his tongue intruded your mouth, ignoring the foreign taste of yourself on your tongue. Instead, you focused on him sucking your own wet muscle whilst his hand lowered to your covered chest, a thumb brushing over your hardening nipple. Your soft pants entered his mouth, hips rising against him; caring less if you soiled his pants.

And it seemed he didn’t either, hand gripping your hip and grinding back against you. Your hands traveled up his back, a hiss escaping him from how your short nails dragged across his cool, uncovered skin.

Pulling back, Armin stared down at you, taking in your bruised lips and the clear want swimming within your dark eyes. To add to the pretty picture was your bonnet slipping off your head, exposing the perfect boho braids you’ve recently got; edges sweated off.

“Such a mess.” The man murmured softly, hand rising and treading from your neck to your cheek; cupping it to allow his thumb to drag under your eye. “My pretty mess..” Armin dragged, leaning closer as his hand released your face, falling to his hips to tug down his sweats and boxers.

Your noses brushed together, your soft breaths fanning against his face. “Yours..” You murmured back, staring into his eyes. Such words brought a smile to his face, stealing your lips in another kiss while his tip brushed against your soaked slit.

Pushing you wider, Armin angled to slowly push inside, gripping your thigh the moment you tensed up. He pulled back from the kiss, forehead rested against your own. “Mm, don’t tense up; relax for me.. Just, relax.” He cooed softly, thumb tracing the stretch marks that littered your hips. With less effort he pushed all the way inside, praising you softly;

“Taking me so well, pretty.. such a good girl.” Armin spoke, chuckling at the small whine that escaped you. Pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyes, the vampire rose to rest on his hunches. He observed you closely, searching for any sign of restraint or discomfort. The moment he discovered neither, he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside.

Armin then plunged his hips forward, the wet sound echoing in the room; followed by your soft moan. His hands moved to your hips, starting a languid pace. Despite how good you felt around his throbbing length, you didn’t want to hurt him. Despite how sweet your moans were, he controlled himself in fear of harming you.

But, you were far from compliant with the current pace.

Your hips rose to meet a thrust, the action alone causing a moan to escape the both of you.

“N—need more, Min.. please.” Was the soft beg that escaped your slick lips, rocking your hips; watching the way his eyebrows creased and lip was caught under his fangs.

His restraint was dwindling with each roll of your hips, each sickeningly sweet plead that escaped your throat. Finally Armin’s inhibitions melted away, the slow; carful moans switching into fast snaps of his hips.

Your head landed against the plush cushions, crying out as your legs wrapped around his waist. He was drilling you into the mattress at this point, a harsh grip to keep you in place as he fucked you. A string of curses escaped you, gripping the towel underneath you as your feet bounced with each thrust.

Armin lowered, the new angle causing your swollen bud to brush against his pelvic area; the new sensation completely turning your brain into mush. The man enjoyed it all, glancing down at you in complete awe. You looked far too beautiful like this, far too—

“Perfect.. so fucking perfect— fu..fuck—“ The man hissed, pressing an arm above your head whilst the other grabbed your cheeks. “Look at me, princess.. that’s it, keep your eyes on me. Watch how well you take me.” His words were driving you deeper and deeper, your walls clenching as jumbled cries of his name escaped you.

“A—armin—!”

His eyes were rolling back at the call of his name, drilling into you as he leaned down to your neck. Between the harsh bouncing of your body his fangs sunk right through your skin, gripping you even closer the moment a shriek escaped you.

A guttural groan escaped Armin as he delved on your blood, hissing the moment you creamed all over his cock. Yet, his hips never stopped; continuing to ruin you, using his form to keep you laid out and open on the couch.

Your eyes were meeting your skull, lips parted as shameless noises leaped from your raw throat. Soon he let up, licking the wound from his fangs and moving to be face to face with you again.

“Taking me so good, princess— like your.. fu—fucking made for me, shit—“ Armin closed his eyes tight, feeling his orgasm build. Your velvety walls were clenching him so nicely, pulsing around his heavy length with each drag of his hips. His balls were slapping against your center, the wet strikes entering the room of sex and combined moans.

Tears trailed from your eyes, staining your brown, chubby cheeks as your hand carried to his hip. Despite the pleasure, the pain of another orgasm was approaching; your body writhing as you furiously shook your head. “Fuck, I— fuck, I can’t Min!” You whined out, breath bitching as a feverish kiss was placed to your forehead.

His face was close now, nose brushing your own as his lips ghosted your own. “You’ve been so good so far, don’t stop now sweet girl.” Armin hissed between clenched teeth, a hand falling from your hip between your conjoined bodies. The moment his fingers rubbed against your little bud you were arching, the vampire easily chasing your body to continue the harsh circles.

“Fuck, fuck! Armin—!”

“That’s it, baby.. let it out, don’t hold it.” The man coaxed softly, eyebrows creasing as he felt his own orgasm arriving. Armin watched intently as your stiffened, a drawn out cry of his name escaping you while making a complete mess of his lower half. “That’s my girl.. my good fucking girl.” He leaned to plant another kiss to your lips all while his hips never stopped their pace.

Soon enough, a harsh groan entered your mouth as he flooded you with his come; some spilling out from inside.

You pulled back from his lips for air, clinging to him with your eyes pinched closed. Your body was aching, you felt sweaty, and frankly gross— but you didn’t care. Not one bit.

A subtle whine escaped you the moment Armin pulled out from you, his gaze settled on his come escaping you. With a slow rub of his thumb against your skin, the man leaned to stamp a kiss right above your heart. “I’ll start the shower up.”

You watched as he stepped off the couch, moving to walk over to the bathroom— only for your voice to stop him.

“Armin.. those bottles in the fridge, they weren’t blood right?”

He looked at you for a long moment before a little grin pulled his features. “No. Just the ones in back. I knew you would pick from the front.”

With that Armin resumed his walk to the bathroom, leaving you there; feeling just a little stupid.

Well, at least you were right. Your good friend of two years turned roommate turned something more— was definitely a vampire.

REBLOGS & COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[v3nusxsky]

heyyy I was wondering if you could write smut for Larissa??? where the reader is a 7’1 vampire teacher and Larissa is absolutely smitten with the reader. I would like Larissa to be a sub bc honestly sub Larissa hits different but could you include a strap on (reader giving) face sitting from Larissa 0_o, marking and blood drinking?? You really don’t have to do this but I would love it even if you just did vanilla tysmmm

Little bloodsucker 18+

*Authors note~ I thought this was a super good idea. And I'm obsessed with the idea of vampire r rn as well as a/b/o universe*

Trigger warnings~ vamp r dom r sub strap on (l receiving) face sitting (r receiving) marking and blood drinking body worship

Prompt~see ask^^^^^^^

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Larissa was drawn to you the moment you applied for the teaching position of creature anatomy. When the seven foot one vampire walked into her office she  immediately felt weak at her knees. Your eyes darkened to a raven black, drawn to Larissa and her scent. Her scent called to you like an unmated vampire would experience when they are around their soulmate. It was uncommon but not impossible to mate with other species of outcast and you knew you were a unique case as soon as she opened her gorgeous mouth.

A few months later, you couldn't handle being around her no more, the need to mark her, to taste her blood that practically called for you was so overwhelming for you. Larissa wasn't fairing much better either, she desperately wanted you to be in her bed, to fuck her senseless. Most nights she imagined it was you pounding into her sensitive cunt, forcing her violently over the edge into pools of  bliss, your fangs sinking into the expanse of her beautiful neck.

It was another night for Larissa Weems that would be extremely lonely night, where she constantly fought to bring herself to orgasm with your name on her lips. However, you needed to speak to the blonde about a course trip you were planning. However, you stopped in your tracks when you heard a breathily mewl of your name coming from Larissa's office. You decided to forgo knocking and slipped into the room to find Larissa Weems sat with her legs up on her desk as a vibrator worked on teasing her pearly clit. "Woah!" You gasped causing Larissa to drop the vibrator and flush bright red. "I um I oh god I'm so sorry" she whimpered. "No no no it's okay, do you want some help?"

You really couldn't control it anymore, her arousal making her scent that much stronger. You were there in an instant, gripping her chin and guiding her lips to yours. You kissed her passionately before your fangs popped down startling you. "Oh god! I'm so sorry Larissa" you murmured, "I just you smell so good and you call to me."

Poor Larissa didn't know what happened but your vampire strength allowed you to scoop Larissa up and carry her to her adjoining bedroom. "What? Darling you don't have to-" she murmured only to be shut off by your lips, "let me help you darling." Her hips rocked upwards to show her need and want for you. It was crazy how fast you could strip yourself and Larissa's clothing off, the blonde women soon found herself sat on your face.

Your tongue rapidly fucking up into her fluttering hole as Larissa withered and whined above you, drenching your face in her arousal. You were relentless and your inhuman speed allowed Larissa to approach that wanted edge so much quicker than she normally would. You didn't stop until the blonde was screaming for you as she came. Your face smothered in her orgasm as she panted her way back down from the high.

"Oh fuck, darling you're so good at that" she whimpered as her eyes found the strap you adorned. Packing made you feel more confident and comfortable in your body. Turns out now it would be useful. "Larissa? Do you have lube" you mumbled quickly following her directions to add a generous amount to the shaft. "Do you want it darling?" The blonde immediately became doe eyed and nodded as if she were a nodding dog.

"Hands and knees baby" you purred causing Larissa to instantly follow the command. "Such an obedient think for me, a good girl hmm" you mused before a teasing smack landed on her right ass cheek, which Larissa moaned at the praise. "Please, please fuck me, I've wanted you for so long, please want you to mark me make me yours" Larissa babbled as you teased her soaked slit with the faux cock head. "Okay imma fuck you stupid sweet toy."

You definitely knew what you were doing with the strap on, your thrusts hitting that very spot that drove Larissa mad, her hips bucking backwards to meet your thrusts, you got frustrated with not being able to see Larissa's face so you expertly flipped the blonde on her back.

Larissa's tits were on display and you couldn't help but bring your mouth to each boob. You showered both of her fleshy mounds with equal attention, never slowing your thrusts as you worked the blonde to another high. "Mark me, make me yours, please please feed" she mewled causing you to lose all composure and bring your fangs to her expanse of her neck bitting down hard enough to make Larissa as yours and suck some of her blood up. You couldn't help but feel the waves of pleasure feeding off her created, while her thrusts became less precise. "Oh fuck darling cum please, I'm yours, your mate. Please oh god I'm gonna" Larissa mewled as you both feel over the edge, blood still draining from the woman's neck.

Immediately, you slipped from the woman's pulsating hole and began to search the room for some water and something to snack on. Finding a little granola bar and some bottled water you encouraged the woman to eat and drink something while you used your venom to soothe and close the two fang holes, you knew they'd scar but you also knew you'd be tied to Larissa now for life, something that would definitely not be horrible.

Word count~ 1051

[yandere-sins]

Halloween with You

a/n: I heard you guys, Step-Yan was a clear winner, so here we go ♥ Enjoy!

Fandom: Original Content   Pairings: Yandere!Stepbrother x GN!Reader     Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Blood mention, Knife mention, Fighting mention, Off-screen death hinted, Torture), Sexual Content (Lemon!, Male Masturbation, Dub-/Non-Con idealization, imagining sexual acts, Stepcest, Fluids mention, Creampie mention, Marking mention), Step-Yan got it baaaaaad, baaaaaaaaaaaaad, First Person POV

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Humming, I looked myself up and down in the mirror, grinning as the fabric of my costume followed my moves smoothly.

I was one hell of a sexy bloodsucker. A playful insult that could only sound better if it had been from your plush lips. The way you insulted me, disgust dripping from your tongue, and fury in your beautiful, wide, angry eyes, honestly, still made my cock rock hard, even after years of being with you. My prude, little stepsibling, yet you knew exactly how to turn heads and make men grovel.

Not like I’d ever let anyone but myself kiss your boots.

Still, even without you knowing about your superpowers, I was a victim of adoration for you. No one could ever love you the way I did. They would never experience the ecstasy of being called stupid and a bastard by you, never have you pinned beneath them, watching your body squirm and struggle while the anger made way for panic. I wouldn’t let them.

It all belonged to me. Every expression, every scream, every horrified gasp and bit-back moan when I finally pleased you the way you deserved. I was the only one deserving of being spit in the face by you, punched, kicked, hated. If I couldn’t have you, then no one would.

You belonged to me.

Oops. With my thoughts going off the rails, I almost forgot the time, nearly eight in the evening. We were supposed to go out trick and treating, a suggestion of our mom that you hated since it involved spending time with me. I couldn’t be more excited.

I’d hold your hand all night, making sure you wouldn’t run off. Making up for all the years we missed because we hadn’t met yet. Otherwise, you might have been more accepting of me, growing up together and all. I resented myself for not coming into your life earlier, but what’s done was done. At least we still had all of our future together, and I made sure it would only be us for the rest of your life.

Raging jealousy went through me, curling in my stomach and making my hands clench into fists. I did all I could to make sure no one was coming close to you anymore by getting rid of the bastards you called your friends, especially your best friend. It still made me laugh that you’d ever regard him this highly—he didn’t even know your shoe size. All the more pleasurable were his screams of pain and terror as I put him on trial for you, one finger for every wrong question.

And I had so many of them prepared.

Knowing you the best, it was easy to weed out the losers around you. All so you could see the perfect friend living right next to you and sneaking into your bed sometimes to get even closer to you. Moderate success so far, but if I was honest, I never wanted to be your friend anyway. Oh no. I wanted to be so much more than that.

Wanted to be between your thighs, lapping up your essence and have my head squished between the soft flesh. You always hated me squeezing it under the table, but I caught you getting all hot and bothered more than once from it. I loved to imagine your moans as I ate you out, feasted on you while stroking myself, we both reaching climax in pure bliss. You’d be so dazed, and I’d use our juices to sneak inside you, pinning you under my body while we rode the after-waves of orgasm, only for it to build up again.

You might call me cruel, but I’d never leave you high and dry, not when it was such a delicious pleasure to be inside you.

The image of you huffing and panting beneath me, calling out my name in feeble attempts to stop me, only got me more excited, my cock bulging against my costume. The thoughts kept coming, even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to show myself on this Halloween Eve if I didn’t stop. If only you knew the effect you had on me, the restlessness and joyfully blooming love I felt for you.

Every thought of you made my heart swell, my arms heavy with the need to wrap them around you. I’d have no problems spooning you all night, knew all your favorite movies, and would buy you your favorite snacks and flowers every day. There was no wish I wouldn’t fulfill, kissing it off your lips long before you’d have to utter it. My perfect, pretty darling.

Just leaving you alone. That was something I couldn’t do.

Especially not now, not on Halloween.

Not when I knew you were in the room next to me, getting ready to partner costume with me at your mother’s behest. You were such a good kid, relenting whenever your parents begged you to just get along with me. I was pretty good at faking hurt, wouldn’t you have said? Because in the end, you always had to apologize, your expression as bittersweet as could be. And I’d always grab your hand, squeeze it and forgive you. I was the perfect brother.

But an even better lover.

Leaning against the wall that separated us, I could hear you arguing with your mother about having to do this with me. She was excited we’d spend time together and bond, bringing home loads of sweets for everyone. It was still out in the open how I’d make your parents give up on your share of the sweets, all effectively mine, I decided. But they could have the ones I collected while I fed yours to your eager lips, catching your tongue with mine while no one was looking. Chocolate and you? Heaven.

It didn’t help to imagine your lips and tongue, sweet and plush and so, so warm, the need in my loins getting unbearable. Pushing down my pants, I freed my throbbing cock, precum leaking from it. What a waste, I thought, imagining dragging my tip over your face before pressing it to your kissing lips, the peak of your tongue lapping out to lick off the excess.

Using both hands was barely enough to simulate the warmth of your body. I had experienced it before, rubbing my dick between your asscheeks while you struggled and fought in my hold. The sight of my cum on your back had been delicious, but it left me wanting more. Just like my hands did now. Had it been your hands, I was sure I’d have come undone in a matter of seconds, jizz all over your face, chest, and thighs. Ready for round two just as quickly.

But on my own, all I could do was lean harder against the wall, listening to your lovely complaints and struggles as your mother strapped you into a corset, the idea of it so fucking erotic. A black corset over a pure, white shirt, with black leather pants. Your outfit made me want to scream, “Step on me, please!” but I’d wait until I helped you into your boots before asking this of you. Hopefully, it would leave bruises and marks to remember you by the next time I had to pleasure myself without your help.

The best part, however, was that I would be the one dripping fake blood over you, ruining your white shirt and matching you with the stains I’d apply to myself.

You wouldn’t understand. It would be like I had marked you. As if you were wearing my blood, proudly parading it through the neighborhood for everyone to see. It made me want to use my real blood, and for a moment, I considered bringing a knife over to your room. Call it unhinged, but there was nothing I wouldn’t do just for that vision.

Sinking to the edge of my bed, my hips bucked into my hands. I imagined pulling you behind a bush in the middle of our trick-and-treating, your body hot and ready for me as I peeled you out of the leather, directing my cock to your entrance. Clasping my hand over your mouth, I’d plunge right in up to my balls, sinking as deep as humanly possible for me to be inside you, listening to your muffled moans and whimpers. All while drenched in my blood and impaled on my cock like it should be.

That was almost enough to make me cum.

Your name on my lips while I hushed you, not wanting anyone to see. But you would keep begging me, asking for more, telling me how good you felt with your legs shaking. Our juices mixing, they'd drip into the unworthy dirt while they belonged in our mouths only. But we wouldn’t care, too close to orgasm to separate so I could drink them from your body. And then, finally, I’d push you over the edge, making your body arch and quiver in my hold before sinking in deep one last time, exploding deep inside you and pulling your pants up before dragging you back around the neighborhood in your stained costume. All mine, inside and outside.

Spilling all over myself and the floor, I didn’t care about my costume or cleaning up. I hoped you’d hear my strangled moans from the next room, knowing right away I was thinking of you while I made myself cum with your image in mind. That should have been enough to get me through the evening, a test of patience as much as it was an opportunity beyond what I deserved. Then again, I hadn’t seen you in your costume yet, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to endure the friction of my pants all night if it was as mesmerizing as I imagined. And it would be—anything you wore was worshipable.

Getting up on wobbly legs, I reached for the tissues to wipe myself down. Part of me wanted to go over there, show you what you did to me just by living in the room next to mine, and force you to your knees to lick my seed off my pants before plunging my cock down your throat for a deep cleaning. Something I definitely deserved for the heavy load I lost to my hands for you.

But I didn’t want to frustrate your mom, seeing the costumes she arranged for us sullied with my dirty love for you. Besides, if I held on well, I’d be able to snatch your costume out of your dirty laundry to have fun with it later. If I made it for that long. Then again, taking you behind a bush was still a viable option, just like I imagined.

First things first, I had to apply the fake blood. Though when I went to retrieve it, I also got a handy-dandy needle from my tools. I’d take my time applying the blood, and if it wasn’t enough, I am sure I could produce more to use on you, massaging it in if you’d let me. My shade of red might just have been my favorite color on you. In wise foresight, I applied my own fake blood first, leaving only a small amount for you. But we’d make it work, promise.

And to my eagerly throbbing cock, I promised it too.

Promised the time to rise and shine would come very soon.

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Under the Killing Moon

Pairing: Vampire!Yuuji x Vampire-Hunter!Reader (female) Genre: smut, horror, urban fantasy, Vampire AU Word Count: 5k Playlist: Vampire Warnings: 18+, dark themes, smut, blood, Yuuji bites reader's neck and breasts, general mention of death and killing as it is common in vampire stories, creampie, sex-magic kind of, Yuuji's spit and cum are an aphrodisiac, multiple orgasms, sex while flying. The story gets dark towards the end, kidnapping, yandere!Reader, dub-con. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This is part of my Halloween Special

In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels

The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen You stumble out of the backdoor of the club and into the dimly lit back alley, swaying precariously on the high heels of your leather boots. You giggle as you put a hand against the brick wall to steady yourself.

Everyone who might see you will come to the same conclusion: You are a girl who had a few drinks too much. A slutty thing in a skimpy little outfit who went to this club to dance and drink and find a one-night stand.

But it's all just for show. You aren't really drunk. You aren't a girl who went to a club to have a fun night.

The truth is, you are working tonight, and all your senses are sharpened, ready for the kill. Because that's what you get paid for. Ridding the city of the bloodsucking abnormities that haunt its streets at night.

Tokyo Supernatural Crime Department – Grade 1 Vampire Hunter

That's what it says on your official badge.

Some colleagues are older than you or stronger but still stuck in grades 2 or 3. You know why. They aren't as passionate about this job as you are. They are too careful. Too scared to get close to those monsters.

But not you. You know how to find them in the moonlit parks, in the shiny clubs and bars, and in the dark back alleys. You aren't scared to get close to them. On the contrary. Because you have your special way of hunting them.

The huntress poses as the prey. That's what always works. And you know how to play the perfect victim.

It's the most delicious role reversal. You are pretty proud of the deception you created. Luring the creatures, who are supposed to be the biggest lure themselves, to you.

They get weak for you, driven by the desire for a young woman's blood. You are a bait so good it can't be ignored.

A helpless girl, all alone, tipsy, a bit naive, careless. Flimsy clothes, a short skirt, and fishnet tights, with a tiny corset top that exposes your neck and pushes your tits up so temptingly that they almost spill out of the slutty piece of clothing.

You are a walking temptation. The perfect trap. You just have to find the right spot. Tonight you are lucky on the first try.

Your mouth lifts in an excited smile when you hear the soft voice behind you.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here, cutie."

A shiver runs down your spine. His voice sounds beautiful. Their voices always do. Velvety and warm like a lover's caress. Seductive without even trying.

He sounds strained, though. Like something is worrying him.

You turn around, putting on the best startled expression you can do. Wide innocent eyes, mouth opening in a gasp as you bring a shaking hand to your lips and the other to your chest, where your heart is beating wildly as the rush of the upcoming hunt washes over you.

Your gaze lands on a tall, muscular figure with pastel pink hair and a face so pretty it is to die for.

Yes, he is one of them. And what a lovely specimen he is!

Of course, they are all gorgeous. But he is of extraordinary beauty. Even if he tried, he could never pass as a human. He is too pretty, too perfect. Otherworldly.

His face is so beautiful that you want to weep. You can't tell how old he is, of course. He will forever look like a young man in his early twenties. But if he is one of the old ones of his species, you are sure the humans who lived a thousand years ago must have built ancient shrines for him where they worshipped his beauty and sacrificed people in his name.

High cheekbones, perfectly shaped nose, and full lips. You can see the tips of his fangs peeking out, glistening like pearls in the dimly lit back alley.

His flawless tan skin seems to glow as if illuminated by some light from the inside. His eyes are an unnatural shade of gold. Shining like a full moon hanging in the night sky above the city.

He is tall, and his body is adorned with gorgeous buff muscles. A body like a god. You can see that much even through the clothes he's wearing. All in black, tight jeans and a tight long-sleeve shirt. Strong and deadly. A body made for hunting, for killing, for preying on humans and drinking their blood.

Your heart is racing under your hand that's pressing against your breasts. You know he can hear it. Can hear the tempting thrum of your pulse. Can hear the rushing of your blood through your veins.

You blink at him as if confused, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. Just a dumb little girl. An easy prey.

"Ah! You scared me! Are you here to get a bit of fresh air too? It was too hot in the club. I danced too much, I think. And the drinks made me dizzy...hehe. I think I'm a bit tipsy."

You giggle and wipe your forehead, smiling at him and cocking your head, exposing more of your neck to him.

You can see his golden eyes dart to your pulse point. He licks his lips unconsciously, showing more of his fangs. They are long! He must have an enormous bite force.

The thought sends a spark of excitement through you. Adrenaline and arousal mixing in a delicious concoction.

His gaze meets yours. Wide-eyed and full of regret. You frown inwardly. What's wrong with that creature? Why isn't he happy to see such a perfect prey?

"Y... You shouldn't be here. No one should be here...I was just looking for rats. I don't want to do this!"

Oh. Now you understand. Your smile becomes bigger.

He's one of those vampires. How cute.

You have never met one before, but you heard tales about them. Vampires who don't want to feast on humans. Vampires who are at war with their natural instincts. They only hunt animals, feeding off them as if it could give them the same elation human blood does.

You know it's stupid. When it comes down to it, they can't suppress their hunger for human blood. They are made for this. It's their ultimate desire, their drug, their life elixir.

You take his words as a personal challenge.

Oh, sweet little vampire boy, you don't want to drink my blood? We will see about that.

And so you take a step towards him, swaying slightly, playing the drunk girl perfectly.

"Why shouldn't I be here? Is it a private area? Oops, I'm so stupid sometimes."

You giggle dumbly as you reach out to tap a playful finger against his broad chest, feeling the firm muscles through the thin black fabric of his shirt.

His eyes widen even more.

You smile sweetly at him before spinning around on one foot, letting your short skirt fly up to expose more of your thighs as if you're doing a little drunk dance, humming a song you heard in the club. One of those old gothic rock anthems.

You stop with your back to him, making it easier for the confused vampire. Maybe it will help him if he doesn't have to look into his victim's eyes. And then you sigh loudly and crane your neck, showing off all your exposed skin, bringing up a hand to fan yourself, letting the soft breeze carry your scent over to him. You always use a special homemade perfume on hunting nights. A mixture that includes a few drops of your blood.

You can hear his low growl. Can hear the moment his resolve breaks.

And you smirk to yourself, waiting for the moment he will attack. Your hand is already hovering over the hidden pocket in your corset where you keep the handkerchief drenched in holy water. Just in case he is too wild.

You hope this one will be fun, though. You don't like it when they are too vicious, and you have to kill them immediately before the fun even starts.

Because you aren't just here for the kill. If you are honest, you haven't been doing this job for the kill in months.

It was what made you initially sign up, sure. You wanted to drive a stake into those vile creatures' hearts and watch them crumble to ashes. You wanted to be a hero for humankind. Wanted to protect your species from its natural enemy.

But then, one night, one of them got too close to you and managed to sink his canines into your neck. You killed him but only after experiencing the most exquisite feeling of elation. Vampire saliva should be labeled a drug. You felt high in those seconds, body brimming with pleasure, closer to heaven than you ever thought possible.

After discovering this nice side effect of your job, you haven't been doing it for the kill anymore but for this special thrill. The most exquisite drug that exists in this world.

You draw in a sharp breath when you feel the vampire appear behind you. So fast as if he didn't even walk but instead manifested out of thin air.

His low, seductive voice sounds full of regret,

"It's because it's dangerous out here. I am dangerous."

You feel his breath on your neck. And before you can say anything, a strong hand clamps over your mouth and his voice is in your ear again, low and sweet and sad but also so horny for your blood.

"I am so sorry, sweetheart. I don't want this, but I'm so hungry. Please just let me take a little bite, ok? I promise I'll be careful and I will let you go afterwards. Please don't struggle. I don't want to hurt you, sweetie. Just let me get a little taste."

His firm body is pressing against your back, all solid muscles and supernatural strength. And horny desire. You can feel how hard he is. Just the thrum of your heartbeat and the smell of your skin and blood drives him crazy with lust.

You push your ass against his erection, feeling your eyes fall shut at the delicious friction. He is big. Big fangs and a big cock. So perfect for you.

And then his mouth opens against your neck. His sharp canines graze over your skin, making your body jerk with anticipation and arousal. You are so wet, pussy throbbing with excitement, creaming your panties at the prospect of getting bitten by that beautiful monster.

It's those short moments right before the bite that send the biggest thrill through you. This mix of fear and arousal. Waiting for that predatory creature to sink his teeth into you.

You lean against him, reaching behind you to let a hand run over his undercut and then tangle in his pretty pink hair. Your pulse is racing, making you feel lightheaded, and you moan softly,

"What is your name?"

"Yuuji..."

"Bite me, Yuuji. Drink from me. Tell me how sweet my blood tastes."

It's enough to make him lose his last bit of restraint. You hear his strangled moan, and then his long pointy fangs pierce through your skin, making you gasp loudly as a sharp pain explodes on your neck.

Your body jerks automatically as your survival instincts try to make you run. But Yuuji's arms are around you, holding you in place, restraining you effortlessly. 

And then his vampire spit is working its black magic. The initial pain of the bite disappears and gets replaced by pleasure, making you relax in his strong arms and lean against his tall body, offering yourself willingly to him.

It's evil. Nature's abomination. A creature that's so perfect for preying on humans. Everything about the vampire is attractive to humans. They are beautiful. They are sexy. They exist to lure a human in. And their bite makes you want to stay, makes you crave more, makes you want to get feasted on until the last drop.

The unholy essence in their saliva makes you forget that it's a bad thing that they are drinking your blood, makes you forget that they are slowly draining you of your life essence and bringing you closer to death with every sip. A deadly temptation, that's what they are.

You don't feel any pain now that Yuuji feasts on you. You feel euphoria.

This is what you came here for tonight. This exquisite pleasure on the brink of death.

You find yourself moaning, pressing against the vampire needily, craning your neck to give him better access, and rubbing your ass against his hard-on, spurring him on to do more, to take more, to give you more.

If anyone in your department ever finds out about your little vampire kink, you will get fired, and your vampire hunter license will be taken away from you.

But you just can't resist.

You think you have an addiction. Nothing beats that feeling of ecstasy that pulses through your veins when the vampire spit seeps into your wound and mingles with your blood.

Or no.

There is one thing that is even better: If they drink from you while using your body in other ways too. If you let them do what every vampire craves: Feast on your whole body. Bathing their mouths with your blood and coating their cocks with your pussy cream. They long for the pulsating feeling of a warm, slick cunt around their hard cocks.

They crave to feel the life that's pulsing through your body. After all, they are undead. Their hearts have no heartbeat. Their flesh is cold and only warms if they wrap themselves around a body that is still alive. They desire life and nothing screams life more than sex.

Sweet Yuuji is just the same. He can't escape his vampire instincts. His animal urges that tell him to eat and to mate.

A low wild growl is heard when you grind against his hard cock in maddeningly tight circles, massaging him with your ass, tempting him, making him crazy with lust and need.

You feel him suck more firmly on your neck, moaning against your skin as he hungrily drinks your blood while rutting his thick hard length against you.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, moaning his name shakily. At the same time, your fingers loosen the lacing of your corset so it opens enough to let your tits spill out, sighing when the cold night hair brushes over your heated flesh, nipples hardening instantly.

And Yuuji groans loudly against your neck, his hands coming up instantly to cup your tits, massaging them with his strong fingers, squeezing them needily, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples.

You smile.

You have him. That was easy. So easy to seduce this cute little vampire.

He turns you around with a feral-sounding growl, slamming your back against the brick wall with so much force that it makes you gasp for air.

And then his hungry mouth is on your tits, wandering over your heaving breasts, sucking and licking at your skin before he sinks his fangs into your plump flesh.

You scream, but it's a scream of lust. Your fingers tangle in Yuuji's soft pink hair as a shudder of ecstasy washes over you and makes you push your tits eagerly against his mouth.

"Ah, Yuuji! More! Please, more!"

You aren't just acting anymore. At this point, you crave him. You are greedily chasing after this feeling of bliss only a vampire cock can give you. And you know that cute and sexy Yuuji will be a master at this.

If he refuses? Well, your wooden stake is hidden in your knee-high boot.

But you don't need it. Not yet.

Yuuji looks up at you with glowing eyes and tiny droplets of blood trickling down the corners of his lips. He is sucking on one of your nipples while his fangs are buried in your flesh, sending shock waves of pleasure through you, making your pussy throb with need, so wet that your panties are soaked.

Your gaze locks with his, looking at him with the same feverish desire that is burning in his glowing eyes.

"You don't have to hold back, sweet vampire. Just take me any way you want! Just fuck me, Yuuji!"

And then Yuuji moves. He is too fast for you to even see it. One moment he has his face buried between your tits, worshipping and feasting on them, and the next, he has you pushed up against the wall.

This is the part that always drives you crazy with lust. That show of vampire strength! When he yanks you around, lifts you in his arms, and slams you against the wall like a rag doll, holding you with only one arm as if you weigh nothing.

He has already opened his pants, pushing them down to free his enormous hard cock, and then his hand sneaks under your skirt, and his firm fingers leave goosebumps on your sensitive skin where they rub over your inner thighs and then reach the heat between your legs.

Your legs tighten around his hips when he tears a hole into your fishnets and the panties underneath, ripping them apart like the wild animal he is.

He has you on his cock a split second later, claiming you with all his vampire strength. Fucking into you with hard deep thrusts so powerful and strong that it feels like you will shatter.

Not human.

You moan loudly, pussy clenching around him needily.

Human men don't do it for you anymore, not after getting a taste of vampire sex magic.

Pleasure is coursing through your veins, pussy so wet and hot, horniness clouding your mind as you threaten to go into a frenzy.

It's always like this. Vampire dick is the best dick. Made to pleasure, made to drive a human out of their mind with lust. They are made to make you become high on them and get addicted to them.

Just one drop of Yuuji's pre-cum inside you makes your head spin. His seed is the most potent aphrodisiac. Unable to create new life, infertile, dead. But so powerful when it comes to blessing you with the most intense pleasure.

Your pussy feels so sensitive to every hard thrust. You can feel Yuuji's pre-cum coating your insides, filling you with that tingling sensual sensation that makes your pussy twitch needily around his gorgeous length. When Yuuji's fat cockhead massages your sweet spot, leaking more fat drops of pre, you see stars and gasp and scream as tears of bliss run down your cheeks.

Of course, you became addicted to this! This is sex beyond anything else. No mortal man could give you this.

"Ahh, you fuck me so good, Yuuji. Can you fuck me while flying too?"

He is a particularly strong one, just pushing himself off the ground, and then he's soaring up into the night sky with you. He doesn't pull out, keeping you on his cock the whole time, rolling his hips and fucking into your needy wet pussy while floating in the night sky over Tokyo's glittering neon lights.

You scream your ecstasy into the night as your pussy clenches wildly on Yuuji's blissful vampire cock. You are drunk on him, high from orgasmic bliss, crying and screaming and mewling as you gush over his gorgeous cock, making a sticky wet mess all over him.

But he holds you in place fucking you through it, fangs buried in your neck, and his girthy cock filling you with his gracious load of cum, making you whimper and moan. Your body is convulsing with the almost unbearable ecstasy of getting filled with his aphrodisiac vampire seed, prolonging your high.

And just when you think the pleasure will finally start to ebb, another orgasm gets forced out of you before you are even ready for it. Your used hole spasms around Yuuji's cock helplessly, a sharp lustful cry of his name filling the night sky as if you are howling at the full moon over your head.

You can't stop cumming. A third orgasm follows the second one immediately, making you scream and whimper, melting bonelessly against your vampire lover who keeps you on his cock and keeps snapping his hips, deep and fast, pumping your pussy full of his vampire seed. His strong arms and thick cock are the only things holding you up, keeping you from falling down onto the city's dark streets.

"Fuck! Cutie! You are so sweet!"

He groans against your neck before his canines sink into your flesh once again, and his soft lips suck hungrily on your skin.

His potent seed fills you to the brim until your twitching pussy is overflowing. Thick rivulets of cum ooze out of your used cunt and run down Yuuji's fat cock and balls. And down your legs, making you moan as you feel the silky sensation of his seed caressing your skin.

It feels like thousands of kisses trail down your inner thighs and legs.

A loud sob forces its way out of your mouth as the caress of Yuuji's vampire cum makes you lose yourself to pleasure once more. Your pussy shudders, creaming again on the fat vampire cock, as you can only mewl weakly and cry in delight.

You watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Yuuji's cum runs over your leather boots, collecting at the heel before it drips down onto the city below you.

Yuuji's still sucking on your neck, moaning softly as he drinks your sweet blood and lets his cock get milked by the pulsing walls of your wet pussy.

You know he has to stop feasting on you now, or you will get too weak. And so you grab a handful of his pretty pink hair and tug sharply on it to get his attention.

When he finally pulls away, you can see the lust-filled haze leave his golden eyes and get replaced by regret and guilt. So sweet. You almost laugh.

"I'm sorry."

Yuuji slowly floats down past the glittering windows of skyscrapers and the blinking neon lights of the club. And you capture his lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, moaning at the taste of your blood and his spit on his tongue.

He gasps in surprise, not understanding why you still want him after what he did to you. But then his lips start to move against yours, kissing you back, slow and sweet, letting you taste his vampire kiss, his silky tongue, and intoxicating spit. Such a sweet drug.

When you reach the ground, he sets you down carefully on the grey asphalt of the dingy back alley.

He smiles at you nervously, looking guilty, making your breath catch at how beautiful he is.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry for losing control, but you tasted so good. I'm not...I'm not used to human blood. I got overwhelmed by your taste."

He scratches his pink hair, looking like a lost little puppy. Funny how an apex predator like him can look so cute.

He adds in a soft voice,

"I hope I didn't take too much. Maybe you should stop at the hospital and ask for a blood transfusion? Let me heal you first, though."

He comes closer again, leaning down to lick over your neck where his fangs left the deepest wound. You moan as his saliva coats your skin and seeps into your wounded flesh, making it close miraculously.

You could get lost in this pleasure, give yourself over to it and press your tits in his face, so he heals his marks there too. It's tempting.

But you shake yourself out of it. Now is the crucial moment. You have to focus!

Yuuji is an easy target. Usually, you have to stake them right after they cum, or they will surely kill you. But he is different. You knew he would let you live.

And now the vampire boy is here, so close to you as he heals your wound, and you know you have to take your chance now or never.

Your fingertips graze over the handle of your wooden stake, where it's hidden in your leather boot.

But you hesitate.

Yuuji is so sweet. Not as feral as the other ones. Wouldn't it be a shame to kill him? To waste this perfect opportunity? Isn't he everything you ever wished for?

You smile as you push the stake back into your right boot, and instead, you fish something else out of your left boot.

It's so easy. Yuuji is too trusting, too sure that you are just a helpless girl who stumbled into him on accident.

He doesn't expect your move. Doesn't realize what you really are.

And then it's too late.

His surprised cry of pain makes you chuckle softly as you snap the silver handcuffs shut on his left wrist. He tries to yank his hand away, but he is already weakened by the silver. And before he can pull away, you already handcuff his other wrist, too, effectively trapping his hands behind his back.

It's always fascinating to see how weak those strong creatures become once pure silver touches them.

Yuuji's golden eyes are wide as he stares at you with a growing dread on his flawless face. Now he knows what you are. Something flickers over his beautiful face. Fear but also something else. Relief.

"Do it, please. It's ok. A monster like me shouldn't exist anyway. Please, I don't want to hurt more people."

You smile at him. Your voice is soothing, like talking to a scared animal.

"I know Yuuji. I know, sweetie. And that's why I'm not going to kill you."

He blinks at you, confused, not understanding what you mean. But you will tell him. You will explain it all to him.

You pull another item out of your boot. Your touch is gentle, almost loving when you put the silver collar on Yuuji's neck.

He hisses in pain as more silver touches his skin, burning it with its pureness. A single tear runs down his pretty face, and his lips tremble. He's so perfect. So beautiful. You are glad that you didn't kill him.

"Shhh, baby boy, it's ok. The pain will lessen once your skin gets used to it."

You coo at him, reaching out to pet his pretty pink hair soothingly and press your lips to his cheek, capturing the tear and letting it melt on your tongue, sighing at the euphoric taste.

"You are far too pretty and too cute to kill you. I'm gonna keep you."

And with that, you smile at him and fasten a leather leash on his collar.

Perfect!

The collar looks cute on Yuuji. As if it belongs there. Maybe you should get him a little silver name tag.

"Let's go, Yuuji. I'll show you your new home." 

You laugh softly as you wrap the leash around your wrist and give it a gentle tug to pull your new personal vampire after you.

You lift your head to gaze up at the full moon glowing brightly above the rooftops of Tokyo's skyscrapers. What a perfect night for hunting! It's a Killing Moon tonight. Legend says that it works as a lucky charm for you vampire hunters. And maybe there is truth to that old tale.

After all, you have waited months for an opportunity like this. To find the perfect vampire.

You are prepared. There is a cell in your basement. You furnished it with a luxurious big bed and soft pillows. You want your vampire to be comfortable, after all. And if he stays away from the silver bars, he won't get hurt. It's a lovely little room down there. Perfect for keeping a cute vampire pet.

The thing is, there is something you want even more than just getting bitten and fucked by those powerful creatures. They have something far more precious to give you.

Eternity.

It's the ultimate treason to mankind, but the huntress wants to become the thing she is supposed to kill.

The tricky thing is to find a vampire who will agree to turn you. He has to feed you his blood willingly, or it won't work. And you have to trust him not to kill you during the process.

But you think you have finally found the perfect specimen. You need one who hasn't lost his humanity and compassion. Sweet Yuuji is the perfect one for that. A vampire who doesn't want to kill.

A wide victorious smirk spreads over your face as you give the leash in your hand a firm tug and continue your way through the filthy, dimly lit back alleys of this forsaken city.

Three months later

"Hey, sweetie. How was my sweet boy's night?"

You smile at your vampire lover as you open the door to his cell. Your breath still catches in your throat anytime you come down here and see Yuuji. His beauty is astounding. Glowing like the moon in this dark basement, beautiful and strong.

And so hungry. Hungry for your blood and your pussy. And you are here to give him both.

He is your little secret, locked away from the rest of the world, only existing for your pleasure and the promise of eternal life.

One day. One day, sweet Yuuji will give you what you want the most.

Until then, you'll just come down here every night to love him, fuck him, offer him the sweet bliss of your blood and your hot wet cunt.

Sometimes he cries those beautiful tears that glitter like diamonds and asks you in that low velvety voice:

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you let me go?"

And anytime you pet his soft pink hair and snuggle against his strong body and tell him:

"Aww, but Yuuji, don't mix things up, my love. You were the one who attacked me. It's not fair to blame me. You know that, right? My pretty boy."

He gulps and nods and apologizes over and over again. It's so cute to watch. You always end up spoiling him too much on those nights, milking his gorgeous vampire cock and letting him feed on your neck until he is in such a fucked out, lust-filled haze that he doesn't even remember his name anymore.

And you always whisper to him afterwards how much you love him. How happy you are that he came into your life.

"What we have is special, Yuuji. Don't you see? I love you so much. That's why I want us to stay together for all times."

The people in your department wouldn't understand. They would say your lover is Death. But they are wrong. Yuuji is life. Eternal life. The greatest treasure humankind hunts for.

And you have that treasure in your basement, sitting prettily on his bed, looking at you with his big golden eyes, the cute collar around his neck sparkling enticingly. You got him a name tag. It's heart-shaped.

He really is your most precious possession.

The tragedy of being human is that death will inevitably come too soon. But a vampire can defeat death. A vampire can make you immortal.

Yuuji can make you immortal.

You visit him every night to ride him, screaming from lust when his fat cock pleasures you. You tease him, you edge him, you overstimulate him. Over and over again. Tugging on his leash and telling him to bite you and suck your blood. 

And every night, you ask him to give you his blood too, so you can be together for all eternity.

He resists anytime. But you won't stop until you get what you want. 

One day you will break your cute little vampire, and then you'll be his lover forever. 

It is meant to be. Fate made you step into this particular back alley on that particular night. And even though Yuuji wouldn't have come home with you willingly, you made sure to lead him to his fate with a silver collar and a leash. And one day, he will understand.

There is no running from his fate.

Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms too late to beg you Or cancel it, though I know it must be The killing time Unwillingly mine

Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him

The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen

Thank you so much for reading my 2022 Yuuji Halloween fic! I hope you enjoyed sexy vampire Yuuji and the little twist at the end :) Initially, this story was supposed to be about a regular girl stumbling out of the club and into Yuuji, who feeds off her because he is hungry. But then I suddenly caught myself writing reader as a vampire hunter, and I realized that this makes the story a lot more fun. The yandere part was born when The Killing Moon was playing in the background, and I listened to the lyrics, and suddenly I knew how to finish this story.

Halloween always brings out my dark side, lol. It was so much fun to write an evil reader :)

I hope you enjoyed the story! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

[upagainstthewallwithme]

Bloodsucker

Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Kinktober Day 2: Bath/Shower @flightlessangelwings

Word Count 1.1K

You were a mess. You’d bought this dress just for her. 

The evening had started with your best attempt to please her. 

Last night, Natasha had told you that she was going to take you back to her house.

You’d never wondered about that before. It was hard to imagine anything except the moments when she was with you. You paced the house every day, waiting for her to come the next night.

Now the never-ending longing to see Natasha took a different turn.

You spent your day imagining her. What she did when she was alone. All the hours you wasted sleeping.

You pictured her marble skin lost in the bedsheets. Her hand slipping between her legs. Her red hair mussed on the pillow case when she squirmed.

Just the thought of her fingers pressing softly into herself. The thought of her whining into an empty room. Curling into an orgasm that you could have given her. You’d spent the day thinking. Thinking. 

You chose the dress on a whim. It was barely a dress. You tried to convince yourself to be brave.

The white satin fabric was thin. You stared in the mirror for almost an hour, deliberating. The hem was far too short. Your bruised legs looked far too long. You knew she’d like it. 

Natasha’s car pulled onto your driveway. The crunch of gravel alerted you like always. You watched at the window. You realized, as the engine idled, that she was waiting for you to get in. You hurried.

You shut your front door, your keys clinking against your palm as you moved quickly to her car. Your hands were trembling as you opened the door, sliding into the dark leather seat beside her. 

Natasha looked at you. Her stare felt endless. Her eyes wandered along your body. You felt exposed.

‘You slut.’ She breathed. Your cheeks burned and she reached to touch the warmth of them. She always knew. The blood rushing to the surface. She always knew. Her fingernail dug into your cheek. You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry.

Without another word, Natasha started to drive. You stared at her tight jawline as turned her head to reverse down the driveway. She was wearing a dark blazer, barely held with one button. Underneath, her pale skin was exposed. You could almost see the curves of her breasts. You could almost touch. 

Your fists clenched by your sides. Your door keys dug into your skin. 

The drive was endless. You didn’t know how long it would be. How long you could wait. The car smelled like Natasha. You didn’t know your leg was bouncing until Natasha put her hand on your thigh and pressed it down sharply. 

‘Stop.’ She told you and you nodded remorsefully. 

She pulled into the driveway of her home. An empty modern townhouse that towered oppressively, even in the dark.  

Natasha didn’t speak as she left the car, slamming the door behind her. You exhaled nervously before hurrying after. She walked like she'd forgotten about you. Something was wrong. You were doing something wrong. You berated your stupidity. For the outfit choice. 

Maybe she was hungry. She was being so careful around you. Trying to make you last longer. 

‘Stretching you out.’ She’d whispered the other night, looming over you. Her hands pressing down on your splayed wrists.

You caught the front door before it started to shut and slipped into the foyer. You tried to brace yourself for who Natasha might be behind closed doors. She was standing still, waiting for you You could feel the weight of her stare. You hesitated, finding enough bravery to look up and meet it. Her eyes were thunderous. 

‘I’m sorry.’ You whispered, tugging at the hem of the dress you couldn’t fix. 

‘It’s not good enough.’ Natasha growled and her hand covered your throat. Her teeth sank into your collarbone. You heard yourself cry. 

The pain shocked you but the relief did more. She was touching you. She was touching you again. She still wanted you.

Blood dribbled down your chest and Natasha trailed it with her tongue. She hesitated. You felt her try to resist. Her hand loosened on your throat. 

You wanted to scream now. 

‘Again.’ You begged hoarsely instead.

Natasha looked up at you. A brief flicker of something tender passed through her gaze. She ripped your dress down the middle, kissing hungrily at your breasts. Your hips canted forward immediately. Desperate. 

She ignored you, pressing soft kisses and eager bites along your arms now. 

You looked down, hypnotizing yourself with the sight of Natasha’s half-exposed breasts. They looked sculpted, perfectly swollen against her chest. 

Your fingers moved mindlessly. 

Natasha hissed as her blazer came undone. Her red eyes flashed as she looked you over. You took in your own outfit in dazed surprise. Blood stains coated the few pieces of fabric remaining. 

You lost interest. Your hands wandered back to Natasha’s breasts, eager to touch. You pressed your palms against them softly and Natasha moaned. 

‘No.’ She hissed suddenly and your hands ricocheted back at her fury. 

‘I can’t focus.’ She snapped. ‘I’m trying to make you last.’

‘Please fuck me.’ You begged her in a small voice. You didn't want to wait anymore. You couldn't breathe without touching her.

Natasha stared down at the weeping bite marks on your wrist. Her jaw tightened. 

Suddenly, she gripped your wrist tightly and dragged you as she walked. You were led into an ultra modern bathroom.

The large, oppressive walk-in shower reminded you of the outside of her home. 

Natasha led you across the tiled floor and turned on the water. Her blazer slipped from her shoulders, leaving her shirtless with black pants clinging at her waist.

You gasped at the initial dousing of cold water. Natasha ripped the rest of your dress off and threw it into the corner of the room. The water started to heat as Natasha lifted each of your limbs, wiping them clean with her hands.

The desperate need inside you began to restart. You felt the slow curling anticipation begin when Natasha tucked your hair behind your ears.

Her soft whispers set your skin on fire like it was the first time. 

You stared at her bare chest. Your thumbs brushed over her nipples. 

Natasha’s fingers slid abruptly inside you and you jolted. The movement brought her lips to your collarbone. You could feel her fighting the urge.

Her fingers slicked back and forth. In and out. You moaned, pressing yourself against the heel of her hand urgently. The feeling was endless. You needed it now.

You threw your head back.

‘Natasha, please.’ You whined in delirium. 'Please, please.'

Natasha traced your collarbone with her tongue. Water pounded against your face. Her fingers still slid back and forth. Her touch made you want to scream. You were going to drown. You wanted to drown. 

You squeezed her breasts, desperate for something, anything, everything. She bit your neck at last. Your insides tensed as you came onto her fingers.

You breathed wildly, trying to stay upright.

In a brief gentle moment, Natasha cupped your face between her hands. Her fingers were sticky against your cheeks, her lips were red. 

She licked her fingers and kissed you.

You caught the sweet, bloody taste of yourself on her tongue.

She didn't say she loved you, but you heard it.

[sebluvsmetal]

hello everyone. i apologize for my sudden inactivity. i've been busy lately, and i can finally have some rest... ^^' rest assured, i will be responding to asks today. for the meantime, here is a recent work i have made, requested by my friend for her birthday. i hope it will be enough to make up for my temporary hiatus.

CONTENT WARNING: sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hair pulling, implications of rut/heat, degradation, dacryphilia, spanking, vulgar language, blood, vampires, bloodsucking, use of collars, use of handcuffs, reader has female anatomy, ruki might be a little ooc, desperate ruki, i suck at smut, DL stuff...

SWEET INDULGENCE

Pairing: Ruki Mukami x Reader Oneshot

A knock rasps at the door, and Ruki looks up from his desk to the sturdy oak.

“Enter,” he responds bluntly, dropping his pen with a sigh as he rubs his temples.

Footsteps clack on hardwood floorboards then skid to a halt in front of him.

“Ruki,” you acknowledged, putting your hands in front of yourself. “Did you call for me?”

His steely gaze shifts from the ground to your form as soon as the words leave your lips. His expression flashes to a surprised one at first, before he returns to his usual stoic face.

“Come, sit.” Ruki commands under the guise of an offer, moving his chair back as he spreads his legs and pats his thigh.

“Don’t keep me waiting, livestock,” he warns, beckoning you to reduce the distance between you both as you hesitantly walk toward him.

“I said sit.” He spat, glaring at you as he grabs your wrist and tugs you into his lap without warning. A small yelp escapes your mouth as he smirks, pulling you closer into his abnormally warm body. A bead of sweat falls from his forehead, you notice, before wiping it off with the sleeve of your sweater as he subconsciously leans into your touch.

“Ruki… Are you sick?” You ask, concerned. His hand travels down to your thigh, dangerously close to your nether region.

“What makes you think so, pet? I’m doing… just fine,” he reassures you, caressing the flesh with his thumb, although his tone seemed as if he even questioned himself.

“You’re… Too warm for a vampire.” You observe, pushing his hair out the way to reveal even more sweat glistening on his pale skin. “And you’re sweating,” you add, shifting in your position on his lap as Ruki groans at the movement. You feel something poke at your inner thigh, realization dawning upon you as you put a hand on his shoulder empathetically.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll go–”

“No. Stay.” Ruki interrupts, his tone firm and yet somewhat pleading. His eyes glimmer in desperation for a split second, before he returns to his cold gaze. “How dare you even attempt to leave without my permission,” he tuts, narrowing his eyes. “You deserve a punishment.” He bares his fangs, the pearly whites gleaming in the moonlight intimidatingly.

Before you could even mutter a response, Ruki teleports you both onto his bed, pinning you down onto the soft mattress. He outstretches his arm to retrieve something from his bedside table, as a soft click reverberates around the room. You felt thick leather wrapped around your neck, as your hand flew up to touch it. He smacks your hand away with the irritated click of his tongue.

Ruki leans forward, placing his lips next to your ear. “You’ve been bad,” he whispers breathily, as you gulp in anxiety. “First, you tempt me with such revealing clothing… while I’m in my rut.” He whispers the final sentence, which barely registers in your head, before continuing. “Then you touch me so seductively… and try to leave. You know I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

“Ruki–!” You whimper, tugging at the collar with both hands. You feel him grab your wrists with his left hand, and suddenly you feel restraints at your hands. He had put a collar and handcuffs on you.

“That’ll teach you to be a good pet,” he smirks, moving back to admire your form. “These clothes don’t leave much to the imagination… And they only serve as a hindrance for your punishment, no?” He says condescendingly, his eyes glimmering in delight. In a flash, your clothing was ripped apart as he rakes his eyes over your body.

Cold air nips at your skin, as you whine at the sudden exposure. You feel his hips twitch forward as his temperature increases with every second he takes to ogle at your frame, lying on the sheets so openly for him.

“Please…” You begged, but you didn’t know for what. He raises a brow, a smug grin playing at his lips.

“Please what? Do you want more? Greedy slut.” He chuckles, degrading you as he only ducks his head to your level, taking in your scent and licking your collarbone before biting down harshly.

You hiss at the pain, suddenly hyper aware of your life source getting drained from you. A surge of heat ran down to your core as you shut your eyes at the sensation. 

The bite of a vampire had always been odd to you; first would be the pain, when you’d feel the sting of his fangs sink into you. Then, it sent a rush of pleasure spreading throughout your body, overwhelming you until all you could feel was the mind-numbing feeling of your blood getting sucked.

Ruki then pulls away, the crimson liquid trickling down his chin as he runs his tongue over his bloodstained fangs.

“Your blood is so sweet and warm… Are you getting excited?” He asks, not exactly waiting for your answer, before carefully stripping his clothes, tossing them to the side. It ironically opposed the rough manner he had displayed when ripping yours off.

His hands roam you, traveling up and down your sides as your warmth spreads to his body. 

“Having you splayed out underneath me like this… This punishment shall also serve as a reminder that this body is mine, and mine alone. Nobody else can see you like this, got it?” His hands settle on your hips, gripping them tightly. Your face flush a shade of pink at his words, staring into his gray eyes lovingly.

“Yes, Ruki,” you reply obediently, before he raises a brow, expecting a different response.

“It’s master Ruki to you, livestock,” he scolds, tugging at the attached leash as you mewl at the sensation of the leather tightening around your neck.

“Yes, Master Ruki!” Your eyes widen at the pain as you exclaimed, tugging at the cuffs as tears well up in your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re already getting desperate. Are you that easy to please?” He scoffs before gripping your thighs, spreading them open. Without warning, he plunges two fingers into your warmth and scissors you open, making quick work to prepare you.

“You’re dripping for me… And I’ve barely done anything,” he laughs at the mess he’s already made of you, the wet sounds of your hole being stretched open by his slim fingers and your quiet moans resounding through the room.

It silently drones on for a while, you nearly reaching your climax as you feel a knot tighten in your core.

“A-Ah, Master Ruki–” You stutter, before he suddenly ceases his movements and pulls his fingers out in a swift motion.

“You’ve been bad... Tell me, do you think you deserve to cum for that?” He whispers, grunting as he ruts his hips forward to incite a reaction from you.

“N-No, I’m sorry,” You whimper, as he only chuckles and gropes your thighs, kneading them with an amused look in his eyes.

“What was that, livestock?” He asked, grinning with a predatory look as he emphasized the nickname.

“I’m sorry, Master Ruki,” you repeat, shutting your eyes and biting your lips to contain your noises as he slowly inserted his tip into your hole.

“Fuck,” he curses, which was quite unlikely for him to do. “You make me want to destroy you.” Ruki growls, ramming his member into you with a loud, breathy moan. Your walls pulse against his length and the sweating intensifies, his expression morphing into pure bliss as you tighten around him.

“Ah!” You shriek at the sudden movement as he only leans forward, his chest heaving at every breath he took. He furrows his brows, attempting to let you adjust as a hand reaches down to play with your clit.

Ruki bites into your flesh, sucking your blood with an unexpected, high-pitched whimper as he pants desperately, sweat trickling down his feverish skin as he fully bottoms out.

“A-Ah… My pet… You’re so tight,” he whines, eyelids unveiling his glossy gray eyes cloaked with desperation. Ruki impatiently begins thrusting into you at an inhuman pace, biting his lip to hold in his noises.

His tip kisses your cervix and you moan so loud you’re sure even your ancestors could hear you shamefully receiving pleasure from the punishment of a demonic vampire.

“Master Ruki… So full,” you slur out, tears welling up in your eyes when he hits that certain spot deep inside you, ramming his cock into it ruthlessly. His warmth increases with yours as he orgasms quicker than he typically did, his hands frantically rushing to leave a bruising grip on your hips.

“Hnngh–!” He moans as his seed fills your womb, although he doesn’t cease his thrusts and continues to ram into you. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, fingernails leaving crescents on your skin as he felt you tighten around him.

You feel a knot tighten in your core, drool trickling down your chin. “M-Master Ruki, I’m c-cumming!” You squeal, as his thrusts cease and you whine in confusion. He lies there, panting and leaning forward until his cheek rests on your breast.

“Master Ruki… Why’d you stop?” You whine, as he only grunts in response. “It’s… A punishment for a reason, livestock,” he reasons, his tone betraying his true intentions as his cock pulses in your desperate heat. You subtly push him deeper into your hole with a suppressed moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“So desperate already? Fine.” He narrows his gray eyes at you. “Since you’re so impatient, I’ll just give you what you want,” Ruki groans as he emphasizes the last sentence with his own thrusts, coming in quicker than before.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“What a d-dirty mouth,” he taunts you in between grunts. His hand reaches for your strands, harshly tugging at it as you moan in response. “Heh. You like that, whore?” Ruki tilts his head with amusement playing in his eyes. The only things you could utter are praises for how good he’s doing despite his own degrading words, and he visibly melts.

“M-Master Ruki, you’re… Ngh, so good to me,” you say in between heavy pants, as his gray eyes soften and he whimpers quietly.

“You… Feel so good,” he unexpectedly responds with a lick of his lips, sinking his fangs into your flesh with a moan.

Words escape his brain after his own confession as he completely focuses on fucking you into the mattress, his noises raising in pitch until he reaches his peak and you do too. Despite this, his speed never falters and he feels your juices spill onto his cock. The wet noises intensify and reverberate around the room as he continues his movement, even as you squirm in retaliation.

“Those tears…” He whispered, kissing the wetness you never noticed off your cheeks. “So beautiful.” Ruki praises, and at that moment you could recognize this as the true, raw, human side of the man you loved. Not the heartless, cold vampire that barked orders at you every passing second, but the one that willingly melted his icy walls for you and experienced a love with you he never did before.

“M-Master Ruki…” You call out, and the hand that once tugged at your hair runs through your soft locks with skinny fingers. He hums, lapping at the blood that dripped from the bite. His thrusts remain harsh as he grips at your hip.

The room is filled with the smell of sex and the metallic stench of blood as you both whimper in unison. Ruki nuzzles his head into the crook of your collared neck, taking in your scent with a longing, subtle smile.

“Are you… In your heat?” You question in between moans, as his soft side fades away and he glares at you in response. He sits up and suddenly pulls out right before you cum, slapping your hip lightly.

“All fours. Now.” Ruki demands, watching you with a blank stare as you obey. He grins at your compliance, impatiently grabbing at your hips as he inserts his cock into you with a groan. “Oh, you’re even tighter in this position,” he grunts into your ear, bare chest brushing against your back as his hand goes back up to pull your hair.

He pounds into your hole vigorously as the sound of skin against skin echoed, his noises now coming at full volume as he loses his shame and pride, whimpering and whining at such a high-pitch you were convinced he was even more pleased than you were. He spanks your ass, leaning forward as his lips touch your ear.

“I-I’ll fill you up with my seed and f-fuck you until you can’t walk,” he breaks the wordless silence, grinning sadistically. You could feel his sweat mixing with yours on your bare back, and you could do nothing about it but moan his name.

“A-Ah, Master Ruki! I’m going to–” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust as you feel your overstimulated walls tighten around his member. You cum so hard at the sensation of his hard cock spurting out ropes of white into you.

His grip on your hair loosens as he collapses onto the bed, pulling you down with him as you whine in exhaustion. 

“Ruki… I’m so tired,” you pout, and he closes his eyes and hums. Ruki brings you closer and basks in your warmth, relaxing in your presence.

After a few moments of your post-sex bliss, he abruptly leaves and enters the bathroom as you hear the sound of water running. He calls you over, and you stumble over your feet as he giggles at your struggle. Ruki helps you walk to the bubble bath prepared in the tub, and you smile softly.

“Thank you,” you put a hand on his shoulder, and Ruki being the typically stoic man he is, simply nods in response and assists you into the ceramic fixture. He goes in with you too, washing your hair and pulling you into his chest afterward.

“...Just relax,” he speaks against your skin as your muscles fall limp and you shut your eyes, snuggling comfortably against his body. 

The next moment you open your eyes, you’re greeted with the sight of Ruki’s ceiling and you look around in confusion. He’s next to you in pajamas, reading his book as his gray eyes flicker to you.

“Ah. You’re awake,” he acknowledges, patting your head. “Go back to sleep. You need more rest for the next round.” he teases with a grin, as you cross your arms and lightly nudge his thigh.

“Goodnight, Ruki.” You say as he gingerly sets the book down and lies next to you.

“Goodnight, pet. Happy birthday.” He runs his hand through your hair with a soft smile, kissing your forehead.

MASTERLIST i'm so sorry guys... i'm not good at smut💀

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Devour me

by YourSinfulScribe

When Vi is dragged to a party by Mylo, she meets the party host, Caitlyn Kiramman, who is a mysterious and extremely attractive woman. What Vi never imagined is that after falling asleep due to exhaustion, she would find herself alone with Caitlyn, where she would discover her darkest secret.

Words: 4169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Vampire!Caitlyn, Human!Vi, Top Caitlyn (League of Legends), Bottom Vi (League of Legends), Mildly Dubious Consent, Blood Drinking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Oops the sexy hostess is a bloodsucker, What can I say I'm horny and I love vampire Cait

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[littlemourningstarr]

In Darkness, Divided

More than a year after the Netherbrain, Sekh returns to the Szarr palace, in the hopes of finding answers to Astarion's budding questions on his vampirism and his desires to tame it for his own benefit. What he finds, instead, is a secret passage to a world he left behind over fifty years ago- the Underdark. Unfortunately for him and the family he has built, the Underdark is as vicious as ever, and fate is a cruel mistress, ready to attempt to rip apart everything he had knit together so tightly.

Part Three: Epilogue

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Transmasc tav

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Transmasc tav, referenced past Cazador/Astarion, background astarion/rolan/tav, budding omeluum/blurg, oral sex, vaginal sex, angst, kidnapping, torture, blood drinking, vaginal fingering, blood kink, violence, canon compliant sexism, canon compliant racism, multiple orgasms, grinding, frottage, misgendering, threatened sexual assault

Sekh rapped his knuckles against the wooden door in front of him, heard commotion and a strained voice behind telling him to hold on. It took a few moments before the door was pulled open-

And whoever Araj may have expected, it certainly wasn’t Sekh. “By my silks,” she said, before positively grinning, “What a pleasant surprise.” She glanced around, some of her excitement falling away. “No breath taking bloodsucker in tow?”

Sekh nearly lost his forced smile. “Astarion has no desire to see you- treat someone as subhuman and they really won’t find themselves wanting to be in your presence.”

Araj frowned, but didn’t argue the matter. She moved aside, and Sekh stepped into her home, as she shut the door tightly behind her.

It was in less… explosive shambles than it had been, the last time he’d seen it. Gods, it felt like lifetimes ago, when he still had a tadpole in his head.

He and Astarion had made a point to avoid her, after that visit. The vampire had no desire to be in her presence, and frankly, Sekh didn’t either-

He was only here out of desperation.

“You must want something,” she mused, leaning against the door- almost as if she could block the exit. As if she could contain Sekh. “I doubt this is a belated social call.”

Sekh reached into his pocket, pulled out a small, leather bound journal. He’d read it, cover to cover, in the week since he had returned from the Underdark. “I need your knowledge.”

Araj eyed the journal, obviously intrigued. “Everything has a cost,” she said, red eyes glancing up to Sekh.

“Astarion is not on the table,” Sekh said, a bit more forcefully than he meant, “in any way.”

“You wound me, Sekh. As if I only have interests in your darling vampire.” She pushed off the door, walking past him, motioning for him to follow with a curl of her fingers. He listened, following her down the stairs, into her small kitchen area, where she lifted the hatch door to her own workshop.

One ladder descent later, and Sekh realized maybe Astarion had a point when he referred to his workshop as a mad alchemist’s lab. Araj’s wasn’t much different than his own- except instead of various flora covering damn near every surface, she had racks and racks of bottles, various things quite obviously bubbling and heating on one of the larger tables.

Gods he didn’t want to be compared to her.

She gestured to a chair, and Sekh walked over, sitting down. “You can pay in blood.” He had anticipated as much. Wordlessly, Sekh rolled the sleeve of his shirt up to his elbow, baring his forearm, as Araj set out a small metal bowl and rigged together an armrest out of a few small books.

He propped his arm up on it, watched as Araj traced a vein along his arm with her nail. She hummed in amusement.

“Have you been carrying your little vampire to bed?” She teased, picking up a small knife, “I believe you’re a bit more…defined than when I last saw you.”

“If you’re trying to flirt, you’re wasting your time.”

She laughed, tipping her head back slightly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I have no interest in you except for your blood.” She pressed the knife to his arm, drew a small cut, and then turned his arm slightly so he would bleed into the bowl. Once she was satisfied that he was bleeding enough, she pulled up a chair and sat on it herself, gesturing for the book Sekh held in his other hand.

He handed it to her, watched her flip through it for a moment. “I found this,” he said, “in a house belonging to the Duskryn family.”

Her fingers paused, and Araj glanced up at him. “What were you doing in the Underdark?”

“It’s irrelevant. Just know that I… came into this book, in a city called Lolth’s Cradle. I need to know what you know about the Duskryns, and what this information might mean to you. Then we can get to my real questions.”

She clicked her tongue. “Demanding, aren’t you? Fine- I guess you do keep me from being bored. The Duskryns were the ninth house, last I knew. I believe they tried a bid at eighth but were shut down.” She flipped a few pages, still scanning the information. “They are based in Menzoberranzan, so whoever from the House was in Lolth’s Cradle would not have been the ruling matron. I’d guess perhaps a cousin or a lower ranking daughter, if they have many. I can’t say I ever paid much attention to them.”

Sekh nodded, flexed his arm a bit, watched as his blood flow, which had been trickle, began to increase. He knew Araj caught the action. “Why would they have compiled all of this information- it looks like listings of entire houses, down to staff and slaves. Hell, there’s birth and death dates, even causes of death for some.”

“For sabotage- what else?” When Sekh didn’t respond, Araj frowned at him. “You cannot be so ignorant about our own culture.”

“Not every drow was interested in stabbing those they knew in the back at first opportunity.”

“Well, no.” Araj passed the journal back to Sekh when he motioned for it.”But those in power? Oh absolutely. Eat or be eaten, Sekh. And Lolth doesn’t smile on those who are prey.”

Sekh snorted. “I’m not interested in having Lolth smile upon me. I’d much prefer she gag.” Araj looked affronted at the statement, but Sekh didn’t give her a chance to respond, passing the journal back, now flipped further in. “Can you tell me anything about this?”

Araj took the journal, glancing at Sekh’s arm. Sekh flexed it again, encouraging more blood flow- he was giving her more than he wanted to, and he knew Astarion wouldn’t be pleased when he inevitably came back pale and dizzy.

Araj read down the page, her expression shifting exactly when Sekh expected it to. “This is your name, I assume?”

“Unless you’ve met another Sekh’met. But yes, it is. That’s my family name, Kor’zette.” He leaned forward, tapping above his name on the page. “Those are my parents- Sekh’lynne and Metias.”

“Well. you’re quite obviously not dead, as you’re bleeding right in front of me. And were you a spawn I would certainly know.” She leaned back in the chair, and when she next spoke, her voice was a bit softer, “So your family is dead?”

Sekh nodded. “Over fifty years now. I’d be dead with them if it weren’t for my patron.” Sekh lifted his arm off the rest. “Also if I bleed more I’m going to be stumbling around for the rest of the day.”

Araj set the journal on the table, stood up and moved the bowl to the other end of the table to ensure it didn’t spill. She wrapped Sekh’s wound in a bandage quickly, and Sekh rolled his sleeve down, before he took the journal back.

“We’re all listed under the Srune’Lett house. Do you know them?”

At this, Araj frowned. “That house was destroyed in the War of the Spider Queen. It’s been decimated for more than a hundred years.”

Sekh frowned. “That’s not possible- I wasn’t even alive during that time.” 

Araj began to pace, seeming to think. “It wouldn’t be unheard of to have some members survive- I mean, my house is considered destroyed, yet I live. There could have been a few surviving members- but they wouldn’t have had the means to exist on their own.” She paused. “The Duskryns were aligned with the Srune’Letts. Perhaps they set up the remaining members in a house and assimilated them in. It would be a smart move. Tactical.”

Sekh stood up slowly, noting that the dizziness that overcame him was brief, at least. “So if there were any surviving members, the Duskryns would know.”

“I imagine so.” Araj inclined her head, studying Sekh. “You look like a man on a warpath.”

Sekh tucked the journal away. “They killed my family, Araj,” he said, flatly. “They took my childhood, my life away from me. Someone should return the favor.”

*

By the time Sekh returned home, the sun was beginning to set. He found the house rather quiet, both Astarion and Yenna deep in reading.

Not normally how he found the two together. But he couldn’t complain- Yenna’s reading had been abysmal when they had first taken her in, and she was never very fond of it. He was always happy to see her doing it of her own volition. Even if Astarion might have pushed her towards it slightly.

“I almost thought we were going to leave without you,” Astarion said, closing his book as Sekh walked over, leaned down to kiss his cheek tenderly. Astarion turned, pursed his lips expectantly, and Sekh smiled at him, pecking his lips next.

The three left the moment the streets were dark, making the walk across the city to the ramparts and the Szarr palace. Yenna complained at first that Astarion refused to let go of her hand on the walk, and the girl only protested once, claiming she was old enough to not get lost or snatched up.

And indeed she was, she still roamed the city during the day on her own- but Sekh had noticed ever since returning from the Underdark, Astarion had been hovering over her more, trying to keep her closer. Any bluster she put up over it was quite obviously a lie.

The palace door was unlocked, and as soon as they stepped inside they were met with the chaos of deep gnomes bustling about, calling out instructions, moving materials from room to room. What was once a dower entrance foyer was now the hub of a construction project.

Sekh had assumed there was a high probability that Astarion would want to shutter the palace again, leave it to rot- that Blurg and Omeluum would find no desire to use its entrance to the Underdark.

But he had been surprised, on both fronts. Blurg had been adamant that it was still a good entrance point, with all the wild flora nearby. He seemed nearly unphased by his abduction.

And Astarion- well, he had done something Sekh hadn’t ever expected. He’d taken off the Szarr family ring, handed it to the hobgoblin, and simply told him to do with the palace as he wished.

They paused at what was once Cazador’s study. The gnomes were working on the lift- it was currently half descended, down to the bowels of the palace, the entrance blocked off with sturdy looking chains. Astarion’s only request had been that they seal off the lower level of the palace forever. He had no desire to ever see those cages again, the crypt where his dead master used to sleep. Sekh didn’t blame him.

The drow flagged down a familiar face, when he noticed Barcus walking out from the study, where Cazador’s old desk still sat. “Have you seen my colleagues anywhere?” Sekh asked, as the deep gnome didn’t look up, was quite obviously looking over a lengthy checklist on a worn piece of parchment.

Sekh hadn’t been able to think of anyone else that he trusted, to work on this place. Or anyone else worthy. But Barcus had proven himself , having taken over the Ironhand gnomes. The group seemed to be doing quite well, under him- far better than under Wulbren.

“They’re floating around,” he said, still not looking up, “check downstairs.” Sekh thanked him, knowing better than to bother him for small talk. He’d catch him eventually, before the eve was out.

He headed further into the study, where Astarion and Yenna had continued. Yenna was shifting through Cazador’s desk, seeming to have quite the fun plucking out little treasures and notes, leaving them on the top in case Astarion cared.

Sekh knew he didn’t. He’d gladly have it all burnt.

“You alright?” Sekh asked, hooking an arm around Astarion’s waist from behind, placing a soft kiss to the scars on his neck, from Cazador’s teeth. “You can always go back home.”

“Oh I’m fine,” Astarion said, eyes still locked on the desk where Cazador had sat, so many endless nights, plotting out his bid for godhood. “Just wishing I had the ability to piss all over everything he loved.”

Sekh barked a laugh, pressing his face down into Astarion’s shoulder. He could tell the vampire was smiling, even without seeing his face. He heard Yenna squeal in delight suddenly, asking very loudly, “Can I keep these?”

Sekh raised his head, saw she was holding a few small, slim knives in her hands, with ornate, gold encrusted handles. Gods they were flamboyant.

“Sure,” Astarion said, “they’re for throwing. I’ll teach you how.”

She grinned, setting them in a separate pile, continuing to rummage around, probably in the hopes of finding more. “Can she not throw them in the house?” Sekh asked.

This time he could see Astarion’s grin, from the side of his face. “No promises, my sweet.”

*

Eventually they pulled Yenna from her little exploration, heading down the stairs to the lower level. Astarion tried not to glance at the room at the base of the stairs, where he had entertained so many- but the door was wide open.

He paused, daring to look inside- and found the knots in his stomach easing. The bed had been removed, and in its place was a large dirt bed, sectioned off with thick wooden beams. Scattered all about were potted plants, various sacks of soil, boxes of seeds.

The room was being completely repurposed, for Omeluum’s enjoyment of zurkhwood. The thought somehow made it seem… okay. Astarion found he liked the idea of something good happening in that room- of something growing, instead of his soul slowly dying.

He turned his head when he heard speaking- found Sekh a few paces ahead, talking with Blurg in eager voices. Yenna was already bored with whatever their topic was, was looking at all of the old, closed off bookcases. He imagined she wouldn’t want to stay here long- yet if they had come without her, she would have pouted until morning.

“Curious, you seem deep in thought.”

Astarion jumped, turning his head, found Omeluum had seemed to materialize next to him. The mindflayer was one of the only he knew that could still sneak up on him. “Gods above you nearly stopped my heart.”

Omeluum inclined its head. “Your heart does not beat.”

Astarion sighed. “A figure of speech.” The mindflayer made a noise close to a hum.

“I am glad to see you and Sekh’met are both well. I admit I was… surprised, to see him so eagerly returning to the Society’s research, after the ordeal you both went through.”

“You can’t talk sense into him,” Astarion said, watching as Sekh grasped Blurg’s hand excitedly, his face beaming. Whatever the hobgoblin had just told him had sent him into an excited frenzy.

Astarion smiled to himself, his undead heart throbbing into his ribs. Gods he looked so beautiful when he was lost in his passions.

He felt Omeluum rest his large hand on his shoulder. “Your warmth towards him is… intriguing. I find myself feeling some sort of warmth as well, when I see the two of you.”

“You’re going soft on us, Omeluum.” Astarion grinned at him, and he swore if the mindflayer could smile, he would have. There was something about his eyes.

“This feeling,” Omeluum continued, “I believe I feel it around others, as well.” His attention turned, and Astarion could tell he was looking at Blurg. “I feel a sort of contentment around some.”

“This sounds like illithid for I have a crush on my colleague.” Astarion elbowed him, as Omeluum looked at him, confused. “Oh please, you’re rather obvious. Frankly, I just assumed you and Blurg were already… well, can a mindflayer be in a relationship? Would you even know what to do? Gods, how do you fuck?”

The last question came out without filter, and Astarion pinched his lips shut. He hadn’t actually meant to ask that.

To Omeluum’s credit, it seemed unphased- if anything, it simply seemed bemused. “We are quite capable of sexual intimacy.”

Astarion held his hand up at that. “No details please.” Omeluum chuckled- or, his version of a chuckle, a low clicking rumble from his chest. “I don’t want to know.”

Astarion was thankful when Sekh turned around, called out to him, as Yenna made her way over, excitedly taking up Blurg’s attention. She had such a fondness for him. “Blurg is going to show me how the lab set up is going- do you want to come?”

Astarion shook his head, watched as Sekh took Yenna’s hand, both following Blurg into what had once been the dormitories.

“Your child is a source of joy,” Omeluum mused, as the three disappeared.

“Thinking of hatching your own little brood?” Astarion teased, but Omeluum actually shook its head.

“My kind’s reproduction is not something I wish to invest in. I do not feel the… warmth I mentioned when I think of other Illithid.” Astarion was rather glad for that- while he liked Omeluum, something he never foresaw himself doing, he wasn’t interested in the idea of more mindflayers running around. Dealing with one megalomaniac Netherbrain had been enough- he would be quite content with never waging a war against the Illithid again. “Is this the appropriate time to ask you the same question?”

Astarion choked, turning to fully face Omeluum.

“Judging by your reaction, perhaps not.”

Astarion wasn’t even sure how to react. After all, it wasn’t something he had considered-

Except that was a lie, to himself. He knew it, down in his gut. Yenna had proven that children could be around spawn, safely. And maybe Astarion had entertained the fleeting thought, of a family of his own-

But fleeting, only. After all, he wasn’t sure it was possible. He was quite dead, after all. Was he even capable of siring children in the traditional way? And he knew Sekh had joked about all of the experiments he’d done, with substances in the Underdark, in his youth, to help his body look less feminine. He didn’t know the details, and he wouldn’t understand even if he did, he was sure- but Sekh seemed to think he’d broken himself. After all, Astarion had only seen him bleed twice, in all their time together.

And gods, would he want that? Astarion knew Sekh had a soft spot for orphaned children- hated to see anyone go through the loss of family that he experienced. But he knew, to the drow, Yenna was more like a sister, where Astarion viewed her more like his child. The disconnect never seemed to matter. They were happy in their disjointed family regardless.

“You appear lost in thought again.” Omeluum’s voice drew Astarion out of his thoughts.

“Was I?” he shifted, folding his arms, unsure what to do with himself suddenly. “Apologies. I’m just… tired.”

Omeluum didn’t look as if it believed him, but it didn’t push. Astarion was thankful for that- he wasn’t even sure how to organize these thoughts himself. It was simply something he had always assumed would never be his.

*

It was well into the early hours of morning, dawn only a few hours away, when they returned home. Astarion carried Yenna the entire way, the child having been begrudgingly exhausted by the time they left. She had been asleep within minutes.

Sekh stayed back in the doorway of her room as Astarion settled her into bed. He had this look about him, as he was smoothing her short hair back, looking at her like she was precious.

She was, Sekh knew. To both of them. But something about him seemed thoughtful, more so than usual.

As Astarion moved to close her door, Sekh asked, “Are you alright?”

“Hm? Oh, of course.” He shut the door tightly, placing a hand on Sekh’s back, guiding him towards their own room. “Just in my own head, darling. I believe I’m quite tired.”

They stepped into their own bedroom, Sekh moving on instinct to begin undressing. He was tired as well, down to his bones. He still felt a bit weak, from all the blood he’d given Araj.

Once he’d pulled his shirt off, Astarion took up his bandaged arm, very carefully removing the wrapping, examining the healing cut Araj’s knife had left. Sekh hadn’t hid that he had visited her- hell, he’d told Astarion his plan before going. He had no other options- the only other drow he knew topside were Nym and Sorn, and they didn’t seem to have the extensive knowledge of noble houses that Araj did.

Silently, Astarion bent his head, placed a kiss over the healing cut. “You can reopen it,” Sekh offered, “if you want. You didn’t get to feed.”

Another gentle kiss, not even a hint of teeth. “No pet, you’ve bled enough today. I’ll survive a night.”

Sekh didn’t argue, even if he wanted to push a little. Astarion knew his body and his needs better than Sekh ever would. If he said he was alright, he had to believe him.

The two climbed into bed, Sekh gladly taking Astarion up into his arms, holding the vampire snuggly against his chest. Being back in their bed was heavenly- Sekh hadn’t gotten over it, since their return from the Underdark. It was simply good to be home.

“So,” Astarion whispered, even though Sekh could hear the exhaustion in his voice, “Are we going to talk about your visit?”

Sekh stroked his back, considering it. He’d given Astarion a bit of information as they had walked to the palace, but not all of the details. And not his thoughts on it.

Mostly, because he didn’t know what his thoughts were. He didn’t know what he wanted. For over fifty years, he had simply accepted that his family was dead, that the atrocity had occurred- but he never thought about finding the guilty parties.

And what he would do to them.

“Not tonight,” Sekh settled on, as he felt Astarion drag his lips along his throat in a lazy kiss. “Let’s not spoil a good evening.”

There was no argument to that. Sekh let his eyes close, idly tracing Astarion’s scars. He was content to simply let today lie, as it did. Let it end with the two of them, together, safe in the home they had built, with the family they had created.

If vengeance was needed, it could wait. Tomorrow was another day- and the day after that. For this moment, Sekh simply wanted to be here, with Astarion in his arms. With everything he loved so close at hand.

With his life, his family, his everything, safe.

*

Excerpt from the journal of Cazador Szarr, year unknown.

I held his face in my hands and I saw you. Those high cheekbones, that same porcelain skin. Even his lips, they remind me of you. I want to feel his bones crush within my hands, hear him scream to know what you might sound like.

There are days I forget you’re dead. There are days where I wake and expect to feel your nails in my skin, hear your laughter in my head. Nights where I expect to find you watching me, like prey.

But every cry from his pretty mouth, every tear from his eyes- they’re not enough. They’re not enough. For a moment I’m in a dream, and it’s you, you, you- and then I see Astarion, and the bastardization of your memory.

Did you poison my mind? Did you twist yourself into the fibers of my soul, break down every wall of sanity I had? How are you still here, still writhing inside my skull, so many years after I ripped out your glorious heart? Why can I not be rid of you?

May you burn, Vellioth. May you suffer in the Hells and never forget me. And know that there will never be a day that I join you- I’ve made sure of that. I will become divine, if only to deny you the joy of ever raking your nails along my back again. I will become something beyond even your greatest dreams.

Yours. No. Not yours.

Simply,

Cazador

[shewasthedaughterofacop]

Old Wet Dreams

the problem with being over it, but not having anyone new is deciding topic of mastrubation.

self pleasure.

it’s even worse when you’re young and less experienced.

sometimes i’ll imagine us, fucking infront of a mirror- me bent over the sink while he inserts from the back.

it pleases me almost to my orgasm.

and then i think about how draining he was. 

how fucking horribly he treated me.

a bloodsucking, life drainer.

best part is, we never even had sex.

we only did the foreplay of it.

thoughts creep in and i can almost see myself staring from the reflection of the mirror. 

looking at this cheap pornographic version of us and realize we weren’t even close to the romantic, intimate version of that.

he promised we’d be.

i can never imagine me on his bed, or him on mine.

only outside, or in a bathroom.

the problem with old wet dreams- is they are old and make my pussy dry and my eyes wet.

i’m addicted to the oxytocin. the serotonin. 

[selfishdoll]

❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

SUMMARY ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

CONTENT WARNING ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

vampires so mentions of blood, bloodsucking, period blood, etc. | self-indulgent asf (reader wears glasses) | semi-public sex | sukuna is a drummer & vampire | ooc sukuna | mean dom! sukuna | praise & degradation | use of the word “groupie” to mock at first but later used as a term of endearment(?) | “pet names” (pretty, doll, minx, sweetheart, etc) | strangers to lovers(? there may be a part two to this) | rough sex | manhandling | throat fucking | sukuna comes on reader’s glasses | pussy drunk sukuna & cock drunk reader | tipsy sex (buzzed really) | sukuna & reader match energy fr. try to see who folds first | denied orgasms | spanking | fingering | etc. if i forgot something tell me please.

NOTE ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

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