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byelacey · 2 days
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are they... (you know) ... a vampire? 🩸
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adalheidis · 3 days
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Above the clavicule - Riso print (Fluorescent Red, Blue)
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punkcida · 3 days
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special thanks to @tenebrismblg
"THE VAMPIRE'S NIGHT "
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maria-ruta · 2 days
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A bunch of Veronica doodles from last and this year
Who is new here and/or who doesn’t remember - Veronica wears wigs sometimes to create different characters/looks for her human disguise
ᵇᵗʷ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒˡᵈ ˢʰᶦʳᵃᶦˢʰᶦ ᵈʳᵃʷᶦⁿᵍˀ ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵉʳᵃˢᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᶦˣᵉᵈ ⁿᵒˢᵉ ᵃ ˡᶦˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴮᴬᴹ ʷᵒʷ ᶦᵗˢ ⱽᵉʳᵒⁿᶦᶜᵃ ⁿᵒʷ ˣᴰ
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love her, miss her, send kisses :***
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seraphinitegames · 1 day
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Hey! Wanted to ask how would UB react if their nature of being (vampires) became public knowledge?
OoOHHHhhh....that's a really good question!
Hmmm...
I think N and F would be relieved. No more having to sneak around with what they do. They could just be upfront. Especially for F who isn't so keen on keeping things hidden, well, at least not most things.
A...I imagine they would be most concerned about the reaction. They would want to hide everyone away to keep them safe from the potential harm that such knowledge in the hands on humans could do.
M...not sure M would care enough to have an opinion on it, lol! They are focused on themself and those they care about only, not what others do or think. (Where as A likes to give a pretense that they don't care whether humans judge them, they totally do, where as M genuinely could not care less, hehe! :D)
Thank you so much for the interesting ask! :)
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scarletheart · 2 days
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momolady · 3 days
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Florenz the Vampire Bat
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An arranged marriage and a regal manor where sunlight cannot come in, sounds like it could be a nightmare. But it isn't, only in theory is this a bad situation for you to be in. The bite of reality is much better.
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
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From your window you can look down upon the village you once called home. At night, the windows twinkle and shine from the lights within each home. In total darkness it almost appears as if the sky has nestled upon the ground, gathering itself between the cracks and nooks of the rocky mountainside. You are supposed to be within those craggy pathways, walking yourself to the market to buy the children pears and treats for all their hard work. Instead, you are in Florescu castle with a new master.
Stepping away from the window, you let the heavy curtains fall back into place. The curtains are to always remain closed, so the castle is always in the bounds of night. You walked back towards your bed, crawling in to pull the covers up and fix the pillows back in place.
As you set things right, pillows and stuffed toys, the door opened and Ms. Nita stepped in. She saw you making the bed and she tutted like always.
“Now, now! My lady!” She came in and shooed you off the bed. “You need not be taking care of that anymore. I’m shocked you even do.” She smoothed her hand down the comforters and looked back at you with those strange wide eyes of hers’.
You looked aside with a small shrug. “I don’t mind making it.”
Ms. Nita sighed, placing her hands upon her hips as she turned towards you. ���You do a fine enough job, but it’s my job you are doing. I promised our lord to take good care of you.”
A small scowl appeared on your face and Ms. Nita took hold of your chin. “I know that no girl is fond of an arranged marriage. But chin up my dear. It could be worse. There are worse houses than the Florescu house to marry into.”
You looked Ms. Nita in her slightly bulbous eyes and removed her hand. “It isn't the marriage.”
“Then what’s the sour puss look about?” Ms. Nita went over to your wardrobe and took out clothing for you.
The dress she picked was much finer than the one before. Somehow your wardrobe was a vast and endless sea of pretty dresses in delicate patterns and soft pastels. You crossed your arms along your chest, rubbing your palms along your bare skin. The castle wasn’t cold, in fact it was always perfectly warm. But you still got chills every morning when you would meet your new husband for breakfast.
“Come now. Get dressed and I’ll do your hair.” Ms. Nita was a peculiar sort of woman. She was extremely pale, short, and round. But she was a miracle worker with your hair. She was able to take the tight curls you grew and style it carefully with thought. She had been given the job of taking care of you in the castle. And while the official weddings had taken place, your new husband had other traditions e wished to follow before he considered you both completely wed.
Breakfast wasn’t held in the dining hall. Instead, you took it in your husband’s chambers. He had a large table set up before his fireplace, and Ms. Nita would serve you both then leave to let you two be alone.
That morning as you walked in, you noticed your new husband standing before the fireplace. He was wearing a bright blue robe with golden stars carefully stitched all over it.
Ms. Nita scoffed as she stepped in with the breakfast cart. “You aren’t even dressed, my lord.”
He turned from the fireplace and the robe fell from his right shoulder. The fire glowed about his dark fur, and one of his clawed hands rested upon the downy fluff of his chest. “I slept awful, Ms. Nita. How am I supposed to face my gorgeous bride when I have not had an ounce of beauty sleep-” He stopped dead when he saw you standing by the table.
He quickly lifted up his robe over his shoulder and a soft smile appeared on his face. “I am to be taken off guard apparently.”
“You didn’t sleep well, Forenz?” You asked and took your seat at the table.
Florenz’s dark eyes shifted around before he moved towards his chair. “I hope you rested well at the very least.”
Ms. Nita placed food upon the table, shaking her head slowly.
“I slept,” you answered plainly. You were keeping a cool front, but inside it felt like your soul was being ripped to shreds. Your chest was tight and your stomach was in knots.
Florenz had no clue as to how you felt. “That’s good. I am glad to hear such good news.” He smiled at Ms. Nita as she placed a solitary cup before him. Meanwhile you had small plates placed in front of you as well as a pot of tea.
Ms. Nita left the room and only the sound of the crackling fire was left.
Florenz picked up his cup and glanced inside. You picked at your food, too anxious to eat, but knowing you must perform or else he might catch on.
“I know technically it isn’t morning. At least, not from what you are used to.” Florenz murmured as he gazed into his cup. “It will get easier once you acclimate. I am sorry you have to do that too. But being what I am, I have no choice over my schedule.” He laughed then quickly shut himself up.
You looked up from your plate, seeing a yellow gleam to his eyes from the light of the fire. His bat-like appearance didn’t bother you, not like they thought it would. The village saw all sorts of creatures wandering through it. You had grown up seeing them hiding and staring from the rocks and behind trees, as well as walking along the same streets you did.
“Are you adjusting well?” Florenz asked. “I mean, I know you are used to a certain lifestyle, a certain affluence, and I am trying to provide that comfort to you.”
“What do you mean? You’re far richer than the Domitry family.” You quickly shut your mouth and cleared your throat.
Florenz nodded, looking back down into his cup. “Yes, well, even that can take some getting used to. But you’ve barely asked me for anything aside from art supplies. You don’t need to be afraid to ask me for anything.”
“I don’t need much,” you murmured.
Florenz sighed and leaned back into his chair. His robe once again fell away from his shoulder. “Don’t take this the wrong way, dear wife, but I had expected you to be much more spoiled than you are.”
You chewed slowly on a piece of meat then drank some tea to help you swallow more easily. “I suppose one would.”
Florenz chuckled. “I was not told you were an artist, mostly that you enjoyed fashion and having a large wardrobe.”
That explained one thing, you thought to yourself.
“I would have been better prepared had I been told more about you. But from what your father told me, I assumed you would be-” He hesitated and finally took a sip from his cup.
You set your cup down. “Vain? Lazy? You already said spoiled.”
Florenz looked at you surprised. “I did not want to make such harsh judgments. But I am sorry if that offends you.”
“Not really,” you shrugged.
Florenz’s eyes narrowed. “I suppose you get that a lot?”
You sighed. “I’ve thought the same things.”
“I suppose you’re trying to…distance yourself from that sort of image. Correct?” His soft smile returned. “Because I think you are doing quite well.”
“Thank you.” You really weren’t sure how to respond.
Florenz took another drink from his glass. “Do you have plans today? I suppose you’ll be going back to your art.”
“I will be. Do you have business to take care of today?” You pushed yourself away from the table and smoothed your hand down your skirt.
“Unfortunately I do. There is much to take care of before the full moon. I want to make sure once it is here I will be able to have the time to spend with you.” He stood with his glass and walked over to you. He extended his clawed hand to help you rise from your chair.
If there had to be one thing you appreciated about your new husband, it was how tall he was. Back home in the village, you took after your father, who moved to the village when he was young. Most of the village, like your mother, was on the shorter side. You often stuck out like a sore thumb. Florenz’s height was nice to stand next to.
“Not much longer now. I suppose you are nervous.” Florenz opened the door for you.
He had no idea. “A little,” you lied.
Florenz smiled and you could see the sharp fangs in his mouth. “I too get butterflies. But there is nothing to worry about. I think you and I have a beautiful future together.”
You nodded. “I hope so.”
Florenz lifted your hand and dipped down to kiss the knuckles. His tail under his robe swished back and forth. “Have a good day, my wife.”
“You as well.” You waited until the doors were closed and then you let your body sag and slouch. You clutched your chest as you walked down the hallway. Everyday you felt he was closer to figuring it out.
Once you were back in your room you sat and cried for a spell. Once it felt the weight in your chest was relieved you took deep breaths. You missed your family, you missed your home, and you were angry about being placed here.
You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t even the right girl.
The door opened and you turned to see Ms. Nita with a glass of water. You tried to return to your formal posture, but it felt impossible.
“I can’t keep it up,” you whispered.
Ms. Nita handed you the water. “Keep what up?”
The glass was cold in your hands, it felt nice after all the tightness and fear you held during breakfast. “I can’t tell you.”
Ms. Nita flitted about the bedroom, checking for dust while also taking out another outfit for you to wear while you worked on your artwork. “You said the marriage didn’t bother you. Then what is it? The hours? The altitude? Trust me, you will grow used to both.”
“I really can’t say.”
Ms. Nita stood and put her hands upon her round hips. “If you cannot say, then perhaps I can guess.” She pulled up another chair and sat before you. She looked you over with a very studious gaze that made you feel uneasy.
“Making your bed every morning has never settled right with me. Girls from wealthy families like yours barely know how to wipe their noses, let alone tuck a sheet properly.” her large eyes kept gliding over you. “You’re very modest for a rich girl as well. You seemed shocked by your clothing.” She folded her arms against her chest. “Are you rich?”
You bit the inside of your cheek.
“You aren’t, are you?” Ms. Nita whispered.
You looked at her with fear.
Ms. Nita sighed. “Oh dear. Oh, dear, dear, dear.” She clicked her tongue then held her jaw tight. “That foolish old mule pulled a grand switch didn’t he?. So what are you? A maid? A cook?”
“I was a governess to his younger children,” you admitted weakly. “But please. You can’t tell Master Florescu. Lord Domitry promised to give my mother money. My little sister is sick-”
Ms. Nita raised her hand. “Why did Domitry do it?”
You sniffled. “His daughter refused. She destroyed his office in a fit, and since we both looked similar he thought-” Your throat tightened up as you spoke.
She sighed. “That sounds like the real bride we were told about. Can’t say I’m surprised.” Ms. Nita stood up from her seat. “Lord Florenz deserves to know the truth of the matter.”
“No! Please!” You jumped to stand. “If he finds out, then Lord Domitry will stop providing money to my family. I won’t have a job anymore! My family relies on me.”
Ms. Nita gave you a cold look. “My master has been lied to. He’s been deceived. He was promised a bride.”
“And I am!” You exclaimed. “I am his bride. He would be happy with the one he was told, but he does have a bride as promised.”
Ms. Nita huffed. “Do you really think this would be the end of you if he found out? Domitry has made you a pawn, a victim. He used you to make a laughing stock out of Florenz. I have raised that man since he was a child. I raised his mother before him. The Florescu family is my family.” She jabbed her finger into your face.
“It guts me to think Florenz is in the dark. He’s no idiot, but he can be a fool.” She grumbled.
“I have not met a kind man with money,” you murmured.
Ms. Nita nodded. “I suppose you haven’t. Well, if Florenz is cruel, then I will deal with him.” She took your hand and patted it. “You have nothing to fear. Ms. Nita runs this estate more than young Florenz thinks.” She grabbed your hand and had you follow her back towards Florenz’s chambers.
She forced her way inside, no knock, no warning of your arrival. She strode in with confidence while you floundered behind her.
Florenz was getting dressed. He had on pants but his top half was bare. He squeaks as you both came in and he crossed his arms against his broad chest.
“Ms. Nita, what are you doing?!” He snapped.
“I have figured out a plot!” Ms. Nita raised up her arm, still clutchingyour hand.
You and Florenz looked at one another and his gaze went soft. “My dear, have you been crying?”
“Not the plot!” Ms. Nita snapped. She let go of your hand and paced around in front of Florenz. “I have discovered that Lord Domitry has played you for a fool!”
Florenz was still looked at you with concern, like he wanted to approach but his own partial nudity was making him embarrassed. “What?” he looked back down. “What was that, Ms. Nita?”
“Focus!” She snapped her fingers. “Look at her.” She waved her hands towards you. “Take her in. Think about all you know about her. I want you to think hard, Florenz. What about her stands out?”
You wait anxiously, folding your hands together and standing stiff as Florenz looks at you. His gaze is soft. Confused, but very much affectionate. His ears fold back as a shy smile appears.
“A lot of things. I’m very fond of my wife.”
Your heart isn’t sure in which direction it should go, and neither did you.
Ms. Nita scoffed. “No! She’s not a Domitry.”
Florenz’s eyes widened. He looked from you, to Ms. Nita, and back to you. “No! What? Come on now, Ms. Nita. No! Darling, what is she going on about?”
“She’s not a Domitry,” Ms. Nita repeated. “She worked for them.”
His whole body stiffened and the wings upon his back fluttered. Florenz looked at you again, eyes widened as he began to realize. “Oh,” he breathed “Oh!” He exclaimed.
Tears began to well up in your eyes.  “I’m so sorry.”
Florenz took a few steps forward, a serious look upon his face. “So it’s true? Domitry pulled a grand switch on me.”
“That’s right.”
“Well,” Florenz muttered. “That's good then!”
Tears fell down your cheeks as Florenz approached you and placed his hand upon your shoulder. “I am much happier with you. But I do still have Domitry to deal with.”
You weren’t sure what to think.
“What do you plan on doing?” Ms. Nita asked. “Both with this girl and the Domitry family?”
“She’s my wife,” Florenz corrected. “I will be her husband and protect her. As for Domitry, this marriage was supposed to end the feud between our families. But I suppose, if he wants to play me for the fool, then he will live with the consequences.” He walked across the room and pulled on his robe again to cover himself.
You watched him in awe, still barely taking in his words. Florenz handed Ms. Nita a sealed document, which she took and gave him a nod.
“Send that directly to Domitry, he will know what it means.” Florenz placed his hand upon your back, turning you towards him as Ms. Nita left the room.
You were shaking, afraid of what would happen next.
Florenz cupped his hands around her face. “What do we need to do?” He asked. “You must have family back in the village. Should we bring them here for safe keeping? Perhaps once Domitry is dealt with, they can have his house. After all, I’d like us to be alone for the full moon.”
“What?” You voice shook.
Florenz smiled on you. “I may have been fooled into marrying you, but I do not regret it. I find myself falling for you.”
You had been so terrified of your secret getting out, you had barely had a chance to think of your own feelings for him. You sniffled, falling into his arms to cry with relief.
“It’s alright, my dear. I will take care of you, no matter what.” he sat with you upon his bed, stroking your back until you calmed. You fell asleep in his arms and woke up tucked into bed.
Across the room you saw him sitting at his table, looking over a stack of documents and an open tome. His ear twitched as you moved the blankets and he turned in your direction. He stood from the table and approached you.
“I hope you rested well,” he said gently.
You rubbed your eyes. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Hush now. You’re my wife, what’s mine is yours.” He placed a soft kiss upon your forehead.
“I’m so sorry-” You tried to apologize but he tapped a claw over your lips.
“You were forced into a corner. I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.” He smoothed his palm up your cheek and tucked back loose curls.
“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for,” you murmured.
Florenz nodded. “Well, now that I am aware, let’s start back at the beginning.” He cupped your cheek in his palm. “I want to know you, the real you.”
You smiled brightly. “What do you want to know?”
“Your name might be nice.”
You chuckled, giving him your name.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “It suits you much better.” He snuggled with you upon the bed. “Now, do you really like clothes so much?”
“Not really,” you chuckled. “As silly as it is, I like stuffed toys.”
Florenz’s fangs showed as he smiled. “That’s much more interesting.”
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Without the constant stress of being found out lingering over your head, you’ve been able to enjoy life at the castle much better. Especially since your sister is getting the care she needs. Once he knew the story, Florenz was happy to take care of everything. Even as the full moon ceremony loomed, he worked to take care of the troubles caused by Domitry.
“It won’t be the first time a Florenz marries someone outside their station,” Florenz told you.
You looked up from your easel, having set it up beside him at his work table. “What do you mean?”
Florenz’s large ears twitched back. “Ah, well you see, My great-great-grandfather fell in love with his cook. So he turned her into a duchess. Made all sorts of stories for her, turned her into quite the gem. Then my grandfather took after him and married my grandmother who had been a practicing nun.”
“A nun?” You giggled.
“Oh yes. She had come from a more esteemed family, but after they came to ruin she came to god until grandfather stepped into the picture.” Florenz turned back to his work. "I still make donations to the convent regularly.”
You smiled softly as you continued to work on your canvas. “And now, you’re going for a governess.”
Florenz sat still with a deep look of thought upon his face. “I would describe you more as an artist than a governess. But luckily, our story has a funny twist to it like the others.” He smiled at you, trapping you in a gazefor a long moment.
You grew shy the longer he stared. You smiled,  and felt your face grow warmer. A nervous laugh then bubbled up. “What?”
“Just looking at you, my dear. I’m thinking about how lucky I am to actually like the person I am with.” His smile turned dreamy. “My parents were never fond of one another, so I always looked at my grandparents as inspiration.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” you murmured.
Floren shrugged. “Yes, well, I think it all stemmed from the fact my parents were more inclined to their own. They had me and I think that’s the last time they shared a room.”
“Oh, I see.” You said softly.
Florenz’s ears twitched again. He looked up from his work, checking on you from the corner of his eye. “Do you think you’d prefer separate rooms when the full moon is over?”
You furrowed your brow. “What do you mean?”
Florenz glanced over at his bed. “Nothing. Ignore me and my babbling.”
You set your things aside and took off your apron, draping it over your chair. You then approached Florenz and placed your hand upon his shoulder. He twitched slightly, glancing down at your hand then looking back at his work.
“Are you worried I won’t want to sleep beside you?” You leaned down closer to him, slipping your arms around his neck. “Because I’ve thought about it.”
Florenz’s body went stiff and still. “You have?”
“Have you?” You spoke close to his ear which fell flat onto his head.
He turned to look at you and shrugged. “I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t. Especially considering how nervous I am for the full moon.”
“Then tell me about it.” You hugged him from behind. “I want to know.”
Florenz tapped your arms and he began to rise from his chair. You stood aside to let him up, wondering what he was going to do.
Florenz held out his clawed hand. “I’ll show you something.”
Taking his hand, he then led you through the castle, taking you further up than you had been before. You went into one of the towers, going all the way up the spiral staircase and through the door in the ceiling. Florenz let you up first and you stood in a room where the ceiling was entirely glass. The night sky was directly above you and the nearly full moon was so close you felt you could touch it!
“This is where we will start the ceremony,” Florenz murmured. He then motioned over to a massive bed in the back of the room that was covered by sapphire blue curtains. “We will spend all night there, and in the morning we will fall asleep there.”
This bit of news stunned you. “Isn’t that dangerous for you?”
Florenz waved his hand up to the glass. “During the night, this glass is clear. But during the day it will turn dark. An old family secret,” he chuckled.
“That’s amazing.”
Florenz walked over to the bed as you marveled at the night sky. He pulled back the curtains and stared inside. “I’m nervous about…being good enough.”
You looked back him. “Good enough at what?”
Florenz’s tail twitched behind him while his ears went flat against his head. “Being a husband is one thing,” he murmured. “But being your lover is something completely different. I have studied, and I have read up on the art. But studying and doing are two completely different beasts.”
You placed your hand upon his back and he shivered all over. Glancing down at you he saw the shy little smile upon your face.
He sighed. “I do not want the full moon to go to waste.”
“I have an idea,” you stepped closer to him. “What if we…practiced?”
His ears stood up.
“Is it against the rules? Because…I’m nervous too. But I don’t want you to be terrified and worrying on the important night.”
Florenz swallowed. “I suppose it’s not entirely against the rules.” He looked down at you. “I would call myself a hands-on learner anyways.”
A few nervous butterflies fluttered around in your tummy. “Then, maybe we could just…I don’t know, maybe just try a few things tonight?”
Florenz took in a deep breath and nodded. He extended out his arms and his robe fell from around his shoulders. “If you would like to, I am more than willing.”
You began pulling at the strings of your blouse, letting it fall open enough that Florenz could see the curve of your breasts. His robe fell upon the floor and he stretched his wings out a bit. His eyes focused upon you, seeing bits of you he had yet to spy.
“Let me help you.” He reached out, helping you remove your clothing. He did well with buttons, and as your skirt fell upon the floor he took a step back from you. Moonlight shown through your blouse and he could see the shape of you through the thin fabric.
Florenz cleared his throat and sat himself down upon the bed. He rubbed his hands over the tops of his thighs. Coming up closer to him, you slowly eased down upon his lap. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close and causing you to straddle his lap. You both shifted and laughed anxiously. Looking into one another's' eyes you grew silent again.
Florenz took the first kiss, plunging in as his hands grasped around your back. You leaned in, furthering the kiss as your hands went through the soft plumage of fur upon his broad chest. You sighed as your lips parted, and Florenz’s hands moved lower.
“Not so bad, huh?” he chuckled softly.
You shook your head. “I liked it.” You looked down at his chest, his dark fur turned pale in the center, leading a trail down his belly and into his pants. Your fingers traced the rim of his pants and Florenz shivered,
“Maybe we should…get fully naked,” you suggested with a crack to your voice. “Just to…” Your mind drifted.
“Yeah,” his voice fluttered. His hands went up under your blouse, touching bare skin. His lidded eyes glazed as he slightly pulled it up, glimpsing the bare bottom of your breasts. His hands dropped back down and he held back a smile as best he could.
“Okay, okay,” he breathed. “I can do this.” He moved you onto the bed so he could stand. He fumbled with his pants, losing grip a few times before he could get them loose. He tugged them down, keeping himself huddled over while your eyes were upon him.
You removed your blouse, sitting there naked with your arms crossed against your chest. You watched him rise up, standing his full height with his head partially hidden by the canopy. Your eyes traveled down his chest, his belly, down to the shadow against his groin.
“Dear,” he whispered.
You looked up as he knelt down to join you on the bed. You smiled to reassure him and lowered your head a bit.
“Are you cold?” He chuckled.
“A little.”
Florenz reached out, wrapping his arms around you. “Then let me warm you back up. It must be chilly without your clothes.”
You moved your arms, holding him as he held you. Two bare bodies pressed against one another. His fur was soft, and his body felt warm and strong.
“You’re so tender,” Florenz murmured. “So supple.”
Your cheeks burned. “Thank you.”
Florenz’s grip tightened around you and he buried his face into the curve of your neck. You whimpered softly as his cool breath beat upon your skin. You stroked your hand up the back of his neck and moved the other around his waist.
“Florenz,” you whispered.
He lifted his head, looking deep into your eyes. He cupped his hand around your cheek as his breathing began to even. “I was hoping this would help my nerves. But it feels as though it has only added to them.” He looked down your body with a look of lust. “Now I worry I will have no control over myself.”
You bit your lip. “How so?”
“I will turn into a beast.” His finger trailed down your neck, onto your chest, then glided between your breasts. “I will feast upon your body, and never quite satisfy my hunger for it.” His eyes flicked back to yours. “For you.”
You swallowed and remembered to breathe. “That doesn’t sound all that bad.”
“But it is. I do not know what I am capable of. Only that I now have the drive to do it.” He brushed his knuckles against your breast, eliciting a stuck breath in your chest. He laid you down upon the bed, stroking his hands down your body until he came to your thighs. He opened them with a gentle touch, moving his palms down your soft skin.
Florenz moaned to himself, licking down your supple thigh and rising back up with kisses upon it. He looked back into your eyes, staring up helplessly from the bed. His long tongue lapped over your skin again.
“Do you mind if I taste you, my dear?” He breathed.
You shook your head. “Go ahead.”
His mouth opened wide along your thigh, revealing his sharp fangs and teeth. He bit into the soft flesh, which only hurt for a moment. Then it turned into warmth and soft tingling. His mouth was pressed against you, tasting your blood as it beaded from the bite mark.
Florenz moaned, his body arching and writhing as he drank. He lifted his head from your thigh, pressing more kisses before he took another bite, much lower than the first. He moaned again, and those vibrations against you traveled up your body.
He licked his lips, letting out a shuddering breath. “Sweet is the nectar, but how is your wine?” He reached down, pulling open your plump mound to see inside. Wetness has gathered around the lips, and has given you a delicate glaze.
“You’ve become just as aroused as I have.” Florenz licked the corner of his mouth.
You shivered, watching his eyes then lookin down.
“Do you want me to touch you?” He breathed.
You swallowed again and nodded. “Yes.”
He looked into your eyes. “I didn’t hear that, my dear. Do you mind saying it again for me? Much louder this time.”
You gathered up your courage, hoping your voice didn’t break as you tried to speak. “Please touch me. I don’t know why, but your bites, they-” Your couldn’t bring yourself to say the words.
“Did you like that?” Florenz lowered down again. He kissed your breast, suckling it before trailing kisses down your belly. “I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as you.” He used his knuckles to open you, careful of his claws to not scrape your skin. His knuckle rubbed against the top of your folds. You writhed a bit, whimpering loudly at the touch.
“You appear to be quite sensitive, my dear.” Florenz sat back up and took a breath. “I appear to be getting drunk upon it.”
You swallowed again, trying to catch your breath. “It’s okay. I suggested we…that we do this.”
Florenz laughed softly. “I did not expect it to go so well. So temptingly.”
You stroked your hand down your body, making sure he saw. His eyes followed your fingers, watching them as you began to touch yourself. He focused intently while you circled around your clit, dipping your fingers inside before returning.
He spread his thighs, showing you what hung between them. His cock bobbed heavily in the shadows, a deep, dark red with purple veins. The head of it flared slightly, and the base tapered into a slight bulge at the base. He took the shaft into his hand, stroking slowly as he watched your fingers.
You then opened your arms beckoning him to come close to you.  His eyes widened, slightly glowing in the dark. He lowered himself down upon you, kissing you and embracing you as your bodies pressed together.
You stretched out your neck, letting Florenz bury his face there. Another bite and you moaned loudly, arching your back as Florenz grabbed tighter around you. Your bodies pressed tight together as he bit again. You gasped for breath, shuddering as his claws sank into your rear, angling you closer, mounting himself at the ready.
A quick pulse was all it took. A snake in your ear, a fluttering of your lids, and you and Florenz were inseparable. You stayed still, both quivering and aching for the next move, but savoring that first, sweet moment for as long as possible.
“You’re so warm,” his voice quaked. “I’ve never felt this-”
You held on tight to him, aching slightly from him being inside you. But it was a good sort of pain, just like when he bit you. “Keep going,” you urged. “It’s…it’s good.”
Florenz moved shakily, unsure at first. He took his time, finding himself a bit more confident as it felt better. The more fluid he moved, the more you felt as well. He fit snug inside you, so you were able to feel every inch of him. You closed your eyes, focusing on that pleasure as he pressed into you. He went deep, then stayed shallow, just to test what felt best.
He went still again, holding his breath.
“What is it?” You whimpered.
“I’ll come if I’m not careful,” he whispered. “I want to keep enjoying this.”
You stroked your hand down his back. “Can you only do it once in your whole life?”
“No. That’s not-” He chuckled. “I can do it many, many times.”
You smiled. “Then do it again when you are done.”
His eyes widened. “But…I thought this was just practice?”
You pulled him down close, kissing him until you felt a shudder inside. His mouth hung open, and he pulled out, releasing upon your thigh and belly. His body grew limp, and the expression on his face was more cute than erotic.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I’ll clean that up.” He took his pants, using them to mop up his mess. He then touched your loins, seeing them swollen with arousal. “What do I need to do now?”
“Touch me.” You wriggled your hips.
He rubbed his knuckle to your clit again, gently nudging it as he watched your wetness seep down onto the sheets. His eyes lidded watching and he lowered down, kissing and licking softly. You whimpered out loudly, panting deeply as the kisses grew harder. He suckled upon you, moaning softly as your thighs closed around his head. You trembled, arching slightly then pushing him away.
You fell back, breathing hard as Florenz wiped his mouth. “Was that…good?”
You nodded, covering your head with your arms.
Florenz rolled you onto your back again and smiled down upon you. “I’m glad we practiced.”
“Me too,” you breathed. “Now…you won’t be so nervous on the full moon.”
He kissed your breasts and then your lips. “Can we practice again before then?”
You giggled. “Maybe.”
Florenz laid down beside you, wrapping his wing around you to cover you. “At least…could I taste you again?”
You smiled shyly at him. “Did I really taste good?”
“You tasted amazing.” he nuzzled into the curve of your neck again. “So warm and soft upon my tongue. Your blood was like velvet.”
You sighed dreamily as he pressed closer. “That sounds nice.”
“Because it’s yours.” He kissed your neck and then nuzzled to your hair. “Because it’s you, I want you.”
“It was…good wasn’t it?” You said shyly. “Being entwined like that felt better than I expected. I had been told my first time would be painful. But you…even your bites felt good to me. But when you were inside me…I was shocked by how much I liked it.”
Florenz smiled proudly. “It was an experience. So wet and sweet,” he breathed. “So warm and…and deep.” he swallowed. “I need to be careful.”
“Is something wrong?” You asked.
He nodded then shook his head. “I’ll be fine.” He laid back down beside you. “Now that my nerves are gone, I suppose I am a bit more excitable.”
You smiled. “I see.” Rolling over you curled up against his body. “I uhm…I wouldn’t mind if you got excited again. I mean, what else have we to do today anyways?”
“Nothing I suppose.” he gave you a soft delicate kiss. “We should be careful though. I would hate for Ms. Nita to come looking for us and find us in the middle of practicing.”
You giggled and placed your arms around him. “Then let's close the curtains.”
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Please mother🥺🥺🥺 some more surprisingly subby vampire daddy?
Idk maybe some blood drinking? Pretty please? Um… he did mention that reader was still lactating…
Levi's story has been missing vampire bites for a while now ^_^
General Plot: You leave Meryl's adoption party early and get some alone time with Levi
Vampire (Levi) x mom reader
Word Count: 1.5k
W: sfw vampire fluff, biting
💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕 <-- find previous parts of the story here!
Tag: @pinkrose1422
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“No, you may not touch her,” Levi snapped at the vampire who was trying to impress him by complimenting his baby. Most of the hundreds of vampires present at Meryl’s adoption party did not really care about her. They only hoped to get closer to Levi through her, but he was having none of it. 
He was too shrewd to trust any vampire enough to let them lay a finger on her, but the younger vampires tried anyway. For her part Meryl was only interested in her daddy, not the nameless faces that she was introduced to out of politeness. She cooed and giggled at him, playing with his hair and trying to grab at his fangs while he talked. 
The party was beautiful. Levi had organized a large hall to host the hundreds of guests he’d invited and decorated the whole thing with lovely pink flowers. What was not covered in flowers had been draped with black silk shimmering under the chandeliers. 
The two of you stood at the front, greeting guests as Levi introduced you and Meryl to whoever dared approach. At the moment Levi’s attention was just elsewhere, speaking to a pair of vampire women who were assuring him they knew exactly the right way to hold a baby.
“She’s just a little thing, isn’t she?” you overheard one of the vampires comment. 
“For now,” he preened, “she’s going to grow up big and strong and I’m going to raise her to be a menace.” 
You tried to stifle your giggle. Levi wanted nothing but to spoil his daughter so she’d be confident and independent. He never wanted her to feel like she needed a partner to provide her something she didn’t already have. 
“Are you going to change her?” one of the vampire’s asked, “she’s so weak and vulnerable.” 
He didn’t miss the hungry edge to her voice. 
“Shoo,” he said to the nosy vampires, sending them away, before turning to you.
“Are you enjoying the party?” he asked, shifting the wiggling Meryl into a more comfortable position in his arms. 
You took in a deep breath and smiled. 
“I have to be honest, being in a room with three hundred vampires is a little…intimidating,” you admitted. 
“We can retire,” he offered, “the rest of them will enjoy the party whether we are here or not.” 
“Are you sure that’s okay?” you asked, “I don’t want to spoil it for you.” 
He laughed. 
“The point was for Meryl to be seen and to make my claim of her public,” he said, “we’ve accomplished that. It’s fine to end the night early.” 
He called over one of his minions and asked them to pull the car around and then he shuffled you past the crowds of curious vampires. 
The night was calm and cool, feeling a bit refreshing on your cheeks. As he looked down at your gentle face, while you waited for the limo, Levi was so aware of your humanity. You were soft and vulnerable, all things he wanted to and could change. He adored your warm body against his cooler one, but he also worried over your safety. 
You mulled over the vampire’s words in your head. Would Levi change your daughter?
“Are you going to change her when she’s old enough?” you asked suddenly when the three of you were situated in the vehicle. 
He drew his brow as if he were struggling with something. 
“That would be far in the future,” he said evasively, “but I’d rather you do it.”
You blinked at him. 
“Me?” you asked. 
He nodded. 
“I think it’s something a mother should do if she wants it,” he said. 
“You’re really going to make me like you?” you asked. 
He nodded, smiling. 
“I don’t want to have you for just a few human years and then spend the rest of eternity grieving you,” he said, “I want us to be together forever…and for you to be able to defend yourself. My world can be brutal.” 
“Wh-what does it feel like?” you asked, both curious and apprehensive. 
“My bite?” he asked, smirking, “A vampire’s bite is very euphoric. You won't be in pain.” 
Levi had held himself back from biting you, not necessarily to change you, but to taste the decadent blood that ran in your veins. He didn’t want you to be frightened of him. You had already been through so much, but you smelled delicious and his mouth watered whenever you were near. His fangs ached to sink into your tender flesh. 
The rest of the ride home was silent, with the occasional baby babble from Meryl, as you considered what Levi had told you. 
As you put Meryl in her bassinet for a nap, you couldn’t help feel unease. Did you really want to be a vampire? What would it be like? Would you lose some part of yourself? The questions buzzed around in your brain like gnats. 
“Why do you look so worried, love?” Levi asked, appearing silently behind you. 
He placed his cool hands on your shoulders, leaning down to graze his nose along the column of your neck. He could drink up your sweet scent all day if you’d let him. 
“Nothing,” you said, pulling away and making your way out of the room with Meryl’s baby monitor, so as not to wake her with your conversation. 
Levi frowned as he followed you into a small alcove in his mansion decorated with large, lovely plants and a few comfortable couches. He didn’t like when your thoughts shifted inward, away from him. 
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he all but begged, “I’m sure whatever it is I can fix it for you.” 
You gave him a small smile. Levi was always so eager to please you. Sighing to yourself, you collected your thoughts. He wouldn’t leave it be, so you had to tell him.
“I’m just…frightened…of becoming like you,” you said softly, looking at your folded hands. 
You glanced up into his scarlet eyes and he nodded thoughtfully, sliding his larger hands over yours. 
“Physically, you will change…and your abilities might make you slightly different…maybe raise your confidence a bit, but you will still be you,” he explained, “the essence of who you are always stays the same. Thieves who become vampires are still thieves. Flirts are still flirty. It doesn’t strip away who you are, but adds to it.” 
You gave him a slight nod, staring back at your hands. 
“I just want to be a good mom,” you admitted, “and I want to be able to protect Meryl. So I feel conflicted.” 
He gave you a half smile, tipping your face up to meet his with a long, pale finger. 
“You are and will always be a good mother to Meryl,” he said softly, “that is one of the things I like most about you, among a million other things.” 
His eyes were beautiful garnets baring his soul to you. He truly believed what he said. 
“Can I…Can you…um…try it?” you asked. 
Your curiosity had gotten the better of you and as you said the words Levi’s irises flashed a bright stoplight red. Your cheeks immediately got hot and his eyes dropped lustfully to your neck.
“I mean…not turning me, yet…Just a bite…so I know how it’s going to feel?” you said. 
He had to stifle his grin, so as not to frighten you away, though he was elated you’d asked. Licking his lips absently he tried to school his bubbling emotions. 
“Are you sure?” he managed to grind out without sounding as excited as he felt. 
You nodded at him and tipped your head to the side, exposing your neck, and squeezed your eyes shut. Levi chuckled to himself, brushing a cool finger over the soft, warm flesh. 
“Just relax,” he purred, putting a bit of compulsion into his voice so your body lost some of the tightness you were holding on to. 
A firm hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you felt his cool breath on your neck. He had to go slow or else he would lose himself to blood lust. A tingle rippled through your body when you felt his tongue slide over your skin, tasting you. 
“You don’t know how delicious you are,” he said softly and you shivered under his touch, “I’ll be very gentle.” 
A moment later there was a brief prick of pain, followed by pure euphoria. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, consuming you completely and you naturally leaned into him. The connection between the two of you was electric and you shuddered feeling like you were orgasming everywhere all at once.  You didn’t know up or down, only Levi, his strong hands clutching you. He was almost grounding you, so you didn’t sleep completely away into the oblivion his bite was manifesting.  
He had to will himself to stop drinking your sweet blood. You were just as delicious as he’d imagined and it was a struggle to pull away. 
“Noooo,” you heard yourself croon, and you now understood why people fell victim to vampires so easily. If he’d meant to kill you, you would have welcomed death, consumed with the pleasure he brought you. 
It took a few moments to come back to yourself and you blinked, vision clearing to find Levi panting and looking you over. 
“What do you think?” he asked nervously and your cheeks burned. 
“Um…” you gasped a bit, catching your own breath before looking up at him, “we could try that again…sometime…” 
A smug smile spread on his face. 
“We should give you some time to rest,” he said, playing with a lock of your hair, “vampire bites can be addictive.” 
You nodded because you could see why. You hadn’t wanted him to stop. Only now that your head was clearing were you aware of how utterly lost to him you’d become. Without waiting for an answer he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to bed, sliding in after you. 
“Sleep now,” he whispered, willing the complicated thoughts out of your mind and compelling you into a restful slumber, while he silently watched you rest.
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ultrainfinitepit · 2 days
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The Eldritch Saints pin campaign is now live! This campaign features ten pins inspired by saintly and eldritch imagery. More designs and addons may be added if we fund all the current goals.
The first goal is to fund a collaborative pair of pins by myself and @wyrmzier, inspired by one of our favorite shows Midnight Mass.
Sacrament will be 2 inches long, with transparent red enamel and rose gold plating.
Father Paul will be 2 inches long, with glitter enamel in the halo, and gold plating.
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You can follow and pledge at the campaign page. Stay tuned for previews of the other designs!
And just for a little extra incentive, it's my birthday today ahahahaha! So allow me to shamelessly leverage that for marketing purposes, and say: it can be your birthday gift to me if you check out the campaign >:3
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hanasauria · 3 days
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Commission for @tzimizce ! I love the design of this beautiful and elegant Lasombra! I really enjoyed drawing her Don't forget that my commissions are still open :3
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NOVA DOODLE DUMP
her hair is naturally wavy and black
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bailiesartblog · 12 hours
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“And when that day comes, another will hunt me. It's as simple as that.”
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A Brujah waiting for the train (Madrid, Spain)
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impala-dreamer · 1 day
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His Return
A Supernatural Story
~Walking alone at night can be deadly.~
Vampire!Dean Winchester x Reader
1,780 Words
Warnings: NSFW, Major Character Death, Vampirism. 
A/N: First published to Patreon July 2022. See what you're missing?
Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works  
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The night is cold. Steely wind nips at your cheeks and you draw your coat a little tighter across your chest. Moonlight leads you home, beaming down through the haze of midnight and you free it from oil-slicked puddles as you walk down the alley.
You’ve walked this way a thousand times before, but tonight it feels different- there’s something lurking in the corner of your vision, some hidden danger that sturs your senses and makes every hair stand on end.
A flutter of wings catches your ear and you turn with a gasp; just a pigeon fleeing the dumpster. You laugh at yourself and continue on; there’s work to be done tomorrow and not much more time for sleep.
Another noise strikes your attention and you spin again, nerves on edge, mind reeling with illogical fears. It’s the heavy footfall of a boot, familiar yet unscheduled, but when you turn, there’s nothing behind you except the night.
“Stop being such a pussy, Y/N,” you laugh at yourself, turning back to face the shadows and your shortcut home.
One step and you’re slamming into solid muscle.
“Holy shit!” you scream and try to run, but a hand clamps down around your elbow and holds you steady. The grip is strong and cold, and you look up with fear in your heart.
Green eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
“Dean?”
A soft smile curls his plump lips. “Heya, Y/N/N.”
It’s been forever since you last saw the hunter; a few years in fact. He’d been the only one to believe you when you ranted to the police about how a monster had taken your little sister. Sure enough, by week’s end, you were standing hip to hip with the strange fake Fed, covered in blackish goo and sharing a victory kiss beneath the stars.
He left before dawn that night, speeding away in his giant black boat of a car. To see him returned was both welcomed and jarring. Something had to be amiss.
“Holy crap- you scared the shit out of me!”
His hold on your elbow vanishes and he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. He dips his chin and looks at you through perfectly thick lashes. “Sorry about that.” He smiles and your heart melts a bit, remembering what those lips could do. “I saw you walkin’ alone and thought- well… You really shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night, Y/N.”
A laugh tickles your throat. “I’ve done a lot worse. As you remember.”
He laughs with you at that, a little chuckle that lifts his broad shoulders. “That I do. But still- it’s… dangerous out here.”
Reaching into your bag, you pull up your secret weapon. “I’ve got pepper spray and a mean right hook.”
Dean looks away and back; a slick smile tugging on his lips as he wipes a hand down his cheek. “Oh, that I remember well.”
“Yeah. Sorry about that…”
His eyes flash over your face and your breath catches in your throat. “Don’t be. I was impressed.”
Pride swell in your gut but something’s still wrong. “Why are you here?” you blurt out, staring up at him as if he’s some ghost from the past, and well, he is. “I mean- it’s nice to see you but-”
“Seeing me is like a bad omen, huh?”
He looks away and you feel bad. “Not like that, but- kinda? I mean- you only show up when monsters are lurking.”
Dean lets out a deep laugh as if he can’t help it and his green eyes turn back to dig into yours. “Monsters…” He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “I don’t know about that.” He licks his lips slowly and your mind is shoved back in time, right back into the backseat of that damned Impala. “Anyway- why don’t we get you off the streets, huh?”
“Do I remind you of a working girl, Mr. Winchester?”
He smiles and you swear he’s trying to kill you with it. “You know what I mean.” He crooks his elbow and holds it out for you. “If I remember correctly, your apartment isn’t far-”
“Correct.” Your hand slides a bit too easily onto his arm, fitting perfectly in the hollow of his elbow.
You turn together and head into the shadows, not caring about the puddles underfoot or the cold wind attacking your cheeks. Dean seems to shield you from more than just the wind- you feel safe in his arms, careless and free.
“So, just passing through town?”
He nods, looking straight ahead. “Something like that.”
“Sam with you?”
He isn’t revealing much, hiding all behind a soft smile that crinkles around his eyes and turns your mind to mush. “No. Sam’s- not with me.”
“Oh well. I hope he’s doing OK…”
“I don’t wanna talk about Sam.” Dean stops at the foot of your stairs, memory guiding him straight to your building. He grabs your hand and you spin with him, falling against his chest as he tugs you close. “Do you?”
Staring up at him, you lose all sense of time and space and it’s just like it was a few years ago. He’s strong and tall, mysterious and beautiful; a hero there to guide you back to the light.
“Ya know,” you whisper, pushing up on your toes to try to reach his lips. “I really couldn’t care less.”
Dean dips his chin and brings his lips close, hovering there, giving you the option to pull away. With a smile, you do the opposite, pushing in and kissing him hard.
He exhales against your cheek, tips his head to the side, parts his lips. His tongue juts out, swiping over your bottom lip and you hum at the memory of it. His left hand finds the nape of your neck and he holds you there with freezing fingers that seer into your flesh.
Pulling back, you’re stunned to find his eyes open and focused; every ounce of his attention on you.
“Do you- wanna come up?” you ask, surprising only yourself. Dean seems to know you’d offer, waiting patiently for you to catch up.
“I’d love to.”
He follows closely up the three flights of stairs and you rack your brain to try to remember what panties you have on; if it’s the lacy bra or the junky one.
Your breath is fast with climbing and nerves when you finally reach your door, but Dean is steady, appearing behind you almost too quickly.
“The- the place is kinda messy. Sorry. Wasn’t expecting- um… you.”
Dean swallows visibly, his upper lip twitching as you push open the door. “Don’t worry about it.”
His tone has changed slightly; the feel of him ass well. Gone are the familiar shy smiles, the feeling of being wooed. He seems stiff, focused.
He stands back as you step inside.
“Well,” you laugh, watching him hover in the doorway. “Come in.”
His boot is hesitant to step over the threshold, but he does and he breaths in the room, scanning the apartment quickly.
“Nice place.”
The door shuts and locks behind you.
“Thanks. As I said, usually not so messy-”
Dean holds up a hand and waves you off. “It’s great.” He spins on his heel and soon you’re back in his arms, cradled delicately against his chest. “Just like- you…”
A smile bubbles up from deep inside and your cheeks burn. “Dean- did you come back here just for me?”
His fingers tangle in your hair and he tugs, lifting your shy eyes to his. “And if I said yes?”
Your answer is a kiss that closes your eyes and makes him moan. You lean closer, pressing yourself against him. Hips and chest and thighs all crashing together as you give yourself over to him with a push of your lips.
He responds instantly. The hand in your hair tightens, the other digs into your lower back, locking you to him.
It’s a mad rush to the bedroom; so hard to walk and shed clothing between maddening kisses.
He lays you down, drags his calloused fingers down your naked body, teasing and pinching and driving you wild. His name falls from your lips in desperate moans as he licks at your skin; plump lips planting bruises from throat to hip. He’s feverish- grasping at every inch of you like you’re water in the desert.
“Need you,” he whispers, throat dry and torn.
You push a hand through his hair and bite your lip. “All yours…”
He presses inside, spreading your thighs wide with his hips. The stretch is deep and exquisite and you toss your head back against the mattress, savouring every inch of him as your body tightens.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
He stares, eyes hard and wild. Still thrusting slowly, Dean drops down, covering your body with his. The crush is heavy, knocks the breath from your lungs. A big hand wraps beneath you, a cool hand covers the nape of your neck. Fingers, long and deft, lock around your jaw from beneath and turn your head to the side.
You gasp, struggling to breathe beneath his weight as pleasure and fear collide in your chest.
“Dean-”
“Be still,” he growls, lips tickling your ear. He pulls back for a moment and the corner of your eye tricks your vision. He bares his teeth; tiny fangs dropping like magic before he attacks, sinking them deep into your throat.
Your heart pounds, pumping blood to meet the heavy pull of his beautiful lips.
“Dean!” You claw at his shoulders, strangled and desperate to be released.
The pull is strong and the room starts to spin.
He thrusts harder, moaning loudly as he drains the life from your veins and nears his climax.
The numbness starts in your fingertips, works its way up your arms; the muscles protest and relax, leaving you limp and empty beneath him.
“So fucking perfect,” he groans, swallowing the last drop just as he cums. His timing is perfection and he cries out in ecstasy; his entire body vibrating with your blood and his pleasure. “Just like I thought you’d be.”
He doesn’t bother to clean up, just drags his jeans up his thick thighs and tugs on his layers of flannel and canvas.
“Another fun stop on the Dean Winchester Memory Tour.” He laughs at his mess: your arm is bent wrong; your legs are forever open and your cunt leaks with his cum.
He kisses your forhead before he leaves and your eyes stare into the shadows.
“I told you it was dangerous to be walking alone…”
He doesn’t bother to shut the door behind him.
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EVERYONBE WELCOME VAMPIRE SWAP!!1!1!1!1 pls do not call him blue/blueberry<33/nm
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Also bonus, a close up on his eyes! Just so people kno what color they are <3 (PS PS HE HAS A PERMANENT BITE MARK ON HIS NECK SJSJS)
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