#vampire fucker

[tearblossom]

✤ Nosferatu: Phantom der Nacht (1979)

There's a sexual element. She is gradually attracted towards Nosferatu. She feels a fascination — as we all would think. First, she hopes to save the people of the town by sacrificing herself. But then, there is a moment of transition. There is a scene when he is sucking her blood — sucking and sucking like an animal — and suddenly, her face takes on a new expression, a sexual one, and she will not let him go away anymore. There is a desire that has been born. A moment like this has never been seen in a vampire picture.

— Isabelle Adjani

[iluvtboytummy]

"Do you seriously want a vampire to drink your blood while fucking you?" -YES!

Edit: this is about gay trans men btw. Two fags with cunts biting eachother

[vampyricdyke]

reblog if you want to have rough sex with a lesbian vampire in her coffin

[lesbian-hannibal]

[dreamingfraildoll]

I feel like there's just not enough appreciation for vampires of more... pathetic... nature. I mean ones that behave all desperate for just a drop of blood. Ones that need to be held close, comforted, praised and encouraged as they drink from you. Ones that get so needy for your blood they might lose control and hump you, because it's all just too much and too nice~ Ones that need to be handled with the utmost tenderness and care. Ones that attempt to act all dominant, only to end up all dazed and brainless, because the blood is just too good. Ones that try to intimidate, yet with every attempt they come off more and more like a lost kitten.

Those are my favourite and I feel like they need to be appreciated more~

[monsterfuckerpillowprincess]

Imagine your monster's reaction to you just booping them on the nose.

Something like this:

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Blood Mention/Dom x Sub

💚Leashed dom vampire going primal on their innocent puppy human with a monstrous strap on..grunts,pants and huffs filling your ear as you melt into putty..their teeth digging into your mortal flesh...taking blood out of it. Their claws dig into your neck as you begin to faint from their animalistic ruthlessness.

You under their weight.covered in drool,bloody welts,claw marks and bites..having so much of your dominant on top and all over you! Everyone will know who you belong to!💚

[jacket-in-the-sky]

The urge to tear apart someone's flesh with my bare teeth. (romantically)

[ashmaenas]

Not gay, straight or bi but a secret fourth thing (uninterested unless you have that supernatural swag).

[sillylittlefreakgirl]

The Queen sat in her opulent throne, her pale figure scantly robed in onyx cloth. Her hair tumbled from her shoulders in curling waves, and her eyes, black on black, dark as night, held the hungry yearning of a tyrant. And, kneeling at her feet, was the Princess.

The Princess, in comparison, wore nothing save for a virclet of leaves in her hair and collar around her neck, from which trailed a chain held by a guard in dark armor. Her hands were bound in similar chains, and a gash ran from her cheek to her chin, streaming blood. She, in futility, attempted to cover herself, pressing her legs tight and raising her arms over her breasts. She tried to summon a look of defiance, but the blush of her cheeks, the tremors running down her body, her quickened breaths, betrayed how she really felt.

"Look at you," said the Queen. "Poor girl, so far from home." She leaned forward in her throne, swirling a goblet of clear water in her hand. "You're mine now."

"Fuck you," growled the Princess.

"Tsk, we'll have to break that out of you, 'my lady,'" mocked the Queen. She snapped her fingers and the guard holding the Princess' leash took the goblet and raised it to her bleeding cheek, collecting as much blood as he could. The Queen took it back and stirred a finger through it. She grinned voraciously and the Princess before raising the bloody finger to her mouth and licking it clean.

"My, such noble blood," she said. "All for me."

"Fuck off!" the Princess responded.

"Now, that isn't how you speak to your Queen, is it?" The Queen snapped her fingers and the Princess squirmed as she felt phantom hands stroking her, both inside and out.

"A taste of your blood was all I needed," taunted the Queen between sips. "Power over you, mind and flesh. I can make you feel whatever I like and I know everything you feel. Oh yes, I know how much you enjoy this, 'your Highness.'" The Queen snapped again and suddenly the invisible hands stopped. The Princess gasped at the sudden end and rocked ever so slightly back and forth, trying to hide her desire.

"You're even more of a whore than I thought," said the Queen. She noticed the Princess' hands straying lower, trying to give herself any stimulation. "Oh, do you miss the feeling?" The Princess said nothing and stopped her hands in shame, but the moment she did she felt her icy fingers on her neck squeeze.

"No, my pet," laughed the Queen. "Keep going." When the Princess resumed, she felt the chill hands at her neck release, and she gasped in a breath. "Good girl," the Queen purred. "You'll keep it up if you want to breathe."

The Princess continued as the Queen watched, secretly loving her gaze. But as long minutes past, stretching on and on, her arms began to tire, and no matter how close she came to an orgasm, she never reached it. She was shaking now, but her pride demanded she make no noise.

"You're catching on by now," said the Queen. "If you want to cum, you need yo ask for it. That's all it will take, just one 'please.'"

The Princess said nothing. She sped up her motions but it didn't work under the cursed eyes of the Queen. She felt ghostly fingers gently graze her sides, arms, breasts, and thighs, making her more and more desperate. Finally, too tired to continue, her arms fell to her sides and the phantom touches instead grasped her neck, far tighter than before. She wantsd to cum so much, and the choking wasn't helping. She tried to hide all this from her face, but of course the Dark Queen knew.

"Is there something you want, my pet?" she taunted. "All it takes is one word."

The Princess, tears in her eyes, stammered it out past her lips. "P-please."

The Queen stepped off her throne and brushed the Princess' cheek, before giving her a kiss on her pleading lips. As she did, the Princess felt a sudden orgasm ripple through her entire body, far more powerful than any she had ever experienced. And in that moment, she finally moaned.

[ekdarnellbooks]

midnight embrace

They were young lovers once.

He met her at a tavern, her laugh lighting up the room. She smiled at him from across the bar and it stirred something in his cold, dead heart.

He went back nightly, hoping to see her again, and there she was, laughing and celebrating with her friends. Her glossy black hair hung loose down her back, sage eyes flickering to him, catching his stare.

When he didn’t look away, she bit her lip into a smirk. Those beautiful lips, so tender and full, perfectly pink to match her rosy cheeks. She had the essence of life, the embodiment of joy and wonder.

Another night, and he was back at the tavern. And there she was, waiting for him.

“What is your name?” she asked, sidling up to his lonesome table.

“Renatus,” he said, his ruby eyes piercing her.

“Vita,” she said with an offered hand, and he took it. If she noticed his icy touch, she didn’t show it, though she blushed as he planted a soft kiss atop her palm.

Her scent was excruciating, sweet and coppery, her blood pumping through the thin veins of her wrist.

Vita.

Life.

He conversed with her all night, answering her questions and listening to her silky voice.

He led her to the alleyway as dawn approached. Not enough time. There would never be enough time.

He cupped her cheek, that soft, rosy skin, icy fingers brushing against her neck.

When she didn’t turn away, he kissed her. Her beautiful lips, full of life, full of warmth, everything he wanted and yearned for.

Sweet Vita.

Lovely Vita.

She whimpered into the kiss as he pressed his body flush with hers, her back against the stone wall.

It would never be enough.

As blue light filtered over the horizon, he left her. He could not be here when she saw the sun.

*

Lovely Vita.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. But he did it anyway.

The next time he saw her, he invited her to his home. The glint in her eye was knowing, but did not know all.

Sweet Vita. Innocent Vita.

She accepted.

Night was falling as she arrived, eyes wide at the palace before her. She had not known. Not known who he was, all that he was.

But she would learn.

They dined at the table, set with fine porcelain and crystal. They sipped wine, her cheeks with a rosy flush, her eyes hooded as she bit her lip.

He knew what she wanted. She did not know what he wanted.

He took her hand, escorted her down the long hallways.

He opened the door and pulled her inside with a kiss.

Lovely Vita.

The way her mouth parted as she whimpered, letting him in.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across that lovely little neck, her tantalizing veins teasing him.

He undressed her, then himself, and laid her on the bed like a gift. A gift he could not wait to open.

“Renatus,” she breathed, as his tongue ran across her already-wet entrance, slick with need.

It was too much; it was not enough. It would never be enough.

She writhed against him, his tongue dancing across her in sensuous swirls.

He could hear her blood, hear it pounding in his ears as her thighs wrapped around his head, pulling him closer.

Beautiful Vita.

Full of life.

She gasped when he entered her, then moaned as all her limbs enveloped him.

“Renatus,” she breathed once more, her whisper prickling his skin.

“Vita,” he purred as he eyed the pulse on her neck. She was beautiful, all sage green eyes and rosy cheeks. That sweet smile.

He ran a hand through her raven hair, cupping her head as he gazed into those beautiful eyes. So sweet, so innocent, her chest heaving in time with his thrusts.

Before he could stop himself, he sank his fangs into that beautiful neck, that slender neck, so pale and smooth.

She screamed, a shrilling sound so loud it hurt his ears, but still he drank. He fucked.

He was a monster, and he always would be.

She pushed him, hit him, scratched him, but soon she grew weak.

It wasn’t enough.

He continued to drink. He continued to fuck. Long past the moment she stilled, her breath gone, her eyes closed.

He spilled his seed in her, life and death intertwined as one.

Lovely Vita.

He tore into the flesh at his wrist, red droplets dripping across satin sheets.

He brought the wound to her mouth, pressing her dead lips to his skin, making her drink.

She opened her eyes, as wide as saucers, still-stiff muscles clenched with fear.

“Why?” she asked.

“I need you,” he replied, petting her pretty hair.

He pulled her into his arms as tears rolled down her cheeks.

With time, she wrapped her arms around him, accepting his embrace, his icy touch.

With time, she would learn. She would understand. He needed her. She needed him. This is how it had to be.

Beautiful Vita.

Life, no more.

But his, forever.

[iluvtboytummy]

I'm so normal about the idea of a dark lord vampire fucking me on his throne, watching his crown slowly fall off my head from the intense thrusts. I wanna be a little prince slut toy for a evil vampire.

~this post is about t4t queer men~

[vampyricdyke]

i think any good vampire/werewolf rivalry should end with one of them getting fucked to pieces by the other

[fangfic]

"I don't click on those stupid 'find a date' ads, do I look like an idio..."

[wrens-c0rps3]

monster fuckers. that’s it. that’s the post 🫶🏼

[ad-astra-per-aspera1976]

I want to die enveloped in his wings, his sharp fangs in my throat, his throbbing cock plunging deep into my soaking wet cunt, as I go cold and he becomes warm from my blood. 🩸