#vampire nsft

[angstinyourpants]

i do not care if it is played out and a cliche, i need a vampire to kidnap me and take me to their gothic castle to feed on me and play with me to their hearts content. pulling at their hair and crying as they bite my neck, feeling my blood being drained enough to make me completely incoherent and barely conscious. then theyll be drunk on my blood and ready to fuck me within an inch of my life. id taste my own blood as they shove their tongue down my throat and used me like a personal fuck toy. i am just a mortal, and i would learn to worship the eternal, powerful being that so generously keeps me in their lavish home like a good pet <3

[thinkaboutmonsterpussy]

Okay, sorry but the idea of just being the group whore sounds... fun?

A coven of witches, testing their most strange potions on you, paying you in kisses, kisses to practically everywhere on your body.

A castle of vampires, pulling you into coffins, having their fill of blood before playing with your weakened body, twisting and tugging and poking and licking, fascinated with how alive you still are.

A den of werewolves, one always inside you as she cooes about what a perfect parent you'll be when one of them finally succeeds in becoming a mother. I just. I don't know. Just thinking...

[cow-wife]

i took a tasteful pinup and the white balance was off so it came out rlly blue so i thought id fuck around with post processing and it made me look like a vampire, so erhm here you go!! 🖤🦇

lemme know if i should take more pics in this lingerie :-)

[lilaccmilk]

If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me.

(know you can't stop thinkin' 'bout it)

rich vampire bf! goes feral after you ask his opinion while lingerie shopping; contains: smut obv, vampire stuff(blood drinking, fangs), mention of aphrodisiac

You were out shopping. After shopping for the clothes and all, you decided to buy lingerie. Confused on which one buy, you decided to send pictures of you in both lingeries to your boyfriend who was at work; asking him for his opinion.

First mistake.

He texted you to buy them both. “But it’s expensive babe” you said to the man monster. He scoffed and asked you to buy them both using his card. “Fine then. I’ll be sure to show everything that I bought to you tonight!! Like a fashion show!” you exclaimed.

Second mistake.

Your boyfriend encouraged you to buy more but you shot down that idea. “Lemme continue shopping now, bye, love you” you hung up the phone.

Returning home, you took a bath and wore your boyfriend’s hoodie.

Third mistake.

He loved seeing you in his clothes, liking how they were oversized on you. You being covered in his scent was another thing that calmed the beast inside of him. You hear the opening of door and rushed to greet your boyfriend. He said nothing but just inhaled your scent, pulling you closer.

“Go freshen up!! Have to show you the dresses” you excitedly said, “Hm sure, start with the lingerie f’me yeah?” He spoke in a strained voice, as if holding himself back.

A while later, he was sitting on the bed, waiting patiently. You tried on the flimsy clothing—as if it could be called that. You laughed to yourself. You had sent a picture of you in a different coloured one, but as a surprise you got it in your boyfriend’s favourite colour — royal blue. You stepped out in front of him and looked at him expectantly. “How is it?” You give him a twirl.

Fourth and final mistake. All of these mistakes now tumble down from the edge upon you and you’ve got the consequence, in the form of your vampire lover.

You barely turn to face him again, before a snarl rips put of his throat and in an instant he’s picking you up and throwing you on the bed, with a sense of utter urgency.

“Fucking hell, been teasing me all day, sending pictures of you dolled up and pretty while I’m at work” he grunts out staring at you with eyes darkened by lust. For a moment he looks more like an incubus than a vampire. But when he leans to kiss your neck, marking you as his, his sharp fangs grazing your skin, clear all your doubts. He sinks them into your neck, drinking your blood. The aphrodisiac in his fangs enter your bloodstream, making your mind hazy and overcome with clouds of lust.

He gets out of his clothes, resuming the assault on his neck. You writhe in pleasure and —rip!

You gasp as the lace fabric tears open like paper in the hands of your boyfriend. “That was expensive” you say in shock. “I’ll buy you ten more.” He grits out, “Focus on me.”

He runs his finger through your clit, “Haven’t even done anything and you’re so wet f’me?” He muses and brings his cock in line with your cunt. He slowly slides himself in you, letting out a low hiss and the tightness and warmth.

Without waiting for you to adjust, he starts thrusting himself at a brutal pace. “What were you thinking princess? That you can rile me up and be left unmarked?—hah!” He pants out between thrusts.

“Didn’t -hngg-mean to rile you up-ah” you pant out pathetically. All your thoughts leaking out of you and onto his cock. “But you did my love” he growled. He loved you sure, but right now he was fucking you like he doesn’t.

He looks like he is in a trance, watching his cock piston in and out, in and out, in–

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” He ‘s got you in a mating press, your knees all the way over to your chest. You feel flames of pleasure lick up your insides, trying to bring you over the edge. It doesn’t help that the words from your boyfriend make you feel lewd.

“This pussy was –hah– made to be mine. You were made to be mine.” One last thrust and pleasure washes over you in overwhelming waves. Thick ropes of cum fill your pussy. You pant heavily, feeling tired.

By the time you think that he is done with you, you look like you’ve been thrown to the wolves. But no— he is a vampire— a creature of the night. And the night has only just begun. You riled up the beast and now you have to deal with the consequences.

my ancestors must be feeling real proud of me rn 😌

[ellaisqueer]

thinking about being an actual vampire and sucking out someone’s blood until they’re weak and their brain is foggy and their pussy wet 🩷 need me a cute little juice box 🩷🩷

[boyteers]

Your vampire boyfriend sinking his teeth into your neck while you’re fucking. His fangs piercing the fragile skin. It’s a hot pop of pain and then a numb, pleasant suction.

You’re sitting in his lap while he fucks up into you with those unrelenting thigh muscles, holding you by the nape in one hand and playing with your little dick with the other.

Your hips stutter and you breathe out a moan as he sucks harder on your neck, drawing more blood from you, needing more. You grind blissfully against him, tugging at his hair.

The more he takes from you, the harder he fucks you, the more you feel yourself drenching his thighs, the sheets. Delirious and panting and moaning as things start to get warm and fuzzy around the edges.

He stops drinking from you only when he starts to feel your body slacken in his hands. He faces you with a blood stained mouth and black eyes. You blink dazedly as his face starts to go fuzzy, darkness invading the corners of your vision. He looks so perfect.

“Poor thing,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands. “I took too much.”

The next thing you know you are blinking into consciousness, fuzzy and dazed as a wave of pleasure crashes over you, a warm tongue tasting you, sucking on you. You choke out a moan, your thighs twitching as he holds them apart, humming against your pussy.

“That’s it pet, lay there and relax.” He cooes, as if you had another choice.

Your eyes flutter shut again as you melt into his mouth, his touch. When you feel a sharp nip and a pinch at your thigh, and his mouth close around the wound, you can only moan.

“I’ll be careful this time,” he promises against your thigh. “If you only knew how sweet you taste.” His voice has that primal edge it gets when he’s been drinking from you.

“Take it, it’s yours,” You manage to get out through heavy lips.

He smiles up at you, starting to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. As you whimper and grind weakly up into his hand he laughs softly.

“That’s my sweet pet, so good for me. My special thing,” He plants a soft kiss to your hip before sinking his teeth back into the soft meat of your thigh.

[digitalbvnny]

vampire!bf who loves gifting you beautiful pieces of jewelry. loves seeing the contrast of the magnificent jewels against your soft blood filled flesh. vampire!bf who loves seeing you in the his presents, especially when there's nothing else on your bare body. the contrast of your soft skin, and the harsh lines of the cut gem. like the harsh lines of his lean and muscular body to your soft feminine body, he loved the metaphor.

[thinkaboutmonsterpussy]

ou know what's something we should think about more? Monsters fucking monsters.

A ghost being fucked by a tentacle monster, the ghost's translucency allowing anyone to see just how full the tentacle monster has stuffed them.

A werewolf, whining, as they're forced to another climax by their succubus partner, who only laughs and mocks them for their so called high stamina.

A vampire gasping for unneeded air beneath the ocean while a mermaid holds them in her grasp, claws circling their sensitive nipples. And, yes, this is very much T4T.

[ecstasemen]

i vant to suck your cock 🧛‍♀️

[puppywagzz]

vampire in the way the way that im clawing at you and begging to have a taste of your blood and sobbing whenever im denied

[vampirewritesvampirewrongs]

Heavy in Your Arms

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

You awake from a nightmare and find yourself comforted by your lover Astarion, who resolves to fuck the sadness right out of you.

Rating: 18+/Explicit Contains: m/f, spawn Astarion, blood drinking, fingering, oral sex, reader is a bit of a brat, briefest allusions to traumas that are never directly addressed or named, enthusiastic consent. Word Count: 2.6k

Author's Note: I typically will not post regular fanfiction here, but sometimes you become enamored with a character and you must find ways to get it out of your system. You do not need to have played Baldur's Gate 3 to know what's going on. This was just an excuse to write filth.

You hadn’t meant to flinch when he touched you.

“What happened, darling?” Astarion withdrew his hand, the lines around his garnet eyes creasing with sudden anxiety.

You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. How do you explain something that hadn’t been a problem before? That a single nightmare was enough to make you recoil from your lover’s familiar touch?

A shrug. “I don’t know.”

“You really are a terrible liar, you know.”

“Only to you.” Damn vampire and his heightened senses.

“Maybe so…” He reached over to take your hand in his, but kept his distance on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Something warm and wet rolled down your cheek. You wiped it away. “We’ve talked before about our histories, and… I had a nightmare and remembered some things.” You chose your words carefully- not for his sake, but your own. “Things I haven’t wanted to remember.”

Anyone who knew him less wouldn’t have noticed the slight fall of his shoulders. The adoration, the fear, the protectiveness behind his eyes. He gestured to the space between you on the bed. “May I?”

You nodded, leaning into him when he was close enough. Grounding yourself in the cold of his soft, bare skin against the heat of your own, the rise and fall of his chest with every habitual, unneeded breath.

Astarion wrapped both arms around you and pressed the side of his face into your hair. "Would you like to tell me more about it?"

“Not right now.”

“Then there is no need.” His grip on your shoulder tightened. He had told you once that your history scared him- not more than his own, but differently- because it was the one thing he could never protect you from. You felt that fear and desire from him in his embrace now, as if it was the very thing that could fend off the nightmares. If only it were that simple…

You sighed. “Thank you.”

“Whatever for, darling?”

“Being here.” You could almost hear his eyes roll. “Being your usual handsome self.”

“My dear, there is hardly any point in thanking me. Besides,” he said, brushing your hair away from your neck to kiss the two small scars there, “what sort of vampire would I be if I didn’t take proper care of my little treat?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Probably a very normal one.”

Astarion withdrew, scoffing and placing his hand on his chest in mock disgust. “A normal vampire? Why, I could never.” He kissed the scars on your neck again. “You are… too delectable, too sweet a thing to allow to suffer so needlessly.”

“Aww, you really do love me.”

“I more than love you, darling,” he said, his tone turning serious as he raised his head to meet your eyes. “Being here for you is worth the trouble.” He returned his head to the space between your neck and shoulders, nuzzling into the warmth of your pulse point.

Your fingers absentmindedly teased through Astarion’s soft white curls. How could a thing as broken as you be worthwhile to him? The darkness of your history paled in comparison to his own, but didn’t that mean he deserved someone less broken? Someone stronger? Wouldn't that be better for him? Then why should he bother with you anyway?

His cold lips found yours, shocking you out of your panicking spiral. Godsdamnedvampireandhisheightenedsenses.“Whatever you are thinking, darling, I’m right here. And I am not going anywhere.”

“…why?” you whispered, the air from your lungs forming a terrifying question.

“Why?” he repeated softly. “I will admit, my own motivation is far from being altruistic. Being away from you for any length of time, even a moment, terrifies me.”

“Really?”

“Really. Terribly so.” He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Your presence is warm, safe, comforting—”

“Even now?”

His eyes softened in recognition of the insecurity that was not unknown to him. “Ah, is that where your mind was? Yes, even now."

“Right now, it feels like you could do better.”

“Oh come now, darling, would you let me get away with saying such a dreadful thing?”

You groaned, leaning back into your pillows and dragging him down with you. “No.”

“Then I won’t let you, either.” He tilted your head up to face him, so close that his lips ghosted over yours as he murmured, “I love you. I want you. No one else.”

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you pulled him into a kiss. “I love you, too.”

He smiled. “Good! I’m glad to hear it. Otherwise, all this would have been unbearably awkward.”

You tossed your blanket over his head. “Shut up.”

With a laugh, he pulled away the blanket and dropped it on the floor. “What an insolent little thing you are. Is another etiquette lesson in order?” He reached for your hands as you scrambled to the foot of the bed, just out of his reach.

You considered turning him down, telling him you needed sleep. But the delight of indulging him, the rush of adrenaline and endorphins flooded your nervous system before you could say anything so rational. After all, your love for him was anything but.

“And just what do I need to learn this time?” you teased, easing off the bed and backing away.

His expression darkened, bright garnet irises turning seemingly black as he exposed his fangs with an affectionate, predatory grin. He crouched forward with the slow, easy bearing of a cat. “Playing innocent, love?”

“No, because I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. At all.”

A rush of air. You found yourself caged against the wall by his slender frame.

“You denied me the opportunity to lavish you with all the adoration you deserve. Now what do we say, darling?”

“What does a wrong answer get me?”

“Hmm…” He planted kisses along the side of your neck, stopping at the twin scars there. “I suppose I’ll have to drain you of your blood and keep you in my bed, all to myself, until you recover.”

“And the right answer?” Your voice shook with anticipation.

“Perhaps draining you of your blood and keeping you in my bed all to myself until you recover. Quite the conundrum, I’m sure.”

“Then I’m not sorry,” you breathed, your heart racing.

“Perilous mistake,” he murmured into your skin. He effortlessly lifted you into is arms and whisked you away back to bed, lightly shoving you down on your back. He straddled your hips and pinned your arms to either side of your head as you made a half-hearted attempt to break free of his iron grip. His face was directly above you, darkened crimson eyes staring into yours. “One last chance, my dear. What do we say?”

A light smirk danced across your face. “I am so very sorry, Astarion.”

“There’s my good girl.” He leaned down, placing one final kiss on your neck before drawing your flesh between his teeth and piercing his fangs into your skin.

You gave small cry as the familiar, icy chill of his bite sent a shiver down your spine. With his weight on top of you, it was as if his body had melted into yours. The bite effloresced into a delightful warmth that spread throughout your body and pooled within your core, intensifying with the loss of every mouthful of blood. Astarion was insatiable, particularly when it came to your own blood. But you? You could never get enough of this. That tingling lightheadedness, that delicious ache building within you. Your hips involuntarily rolled into his and his hands flew down to hold you still.

“Careful, darling,” he warned, a playful edge to his voice.

“I need you,” you whined.

“Oh, you poor thing.” He licked away the stray drops of blood from the wound at your neck. “Just a little more, hmm? You can do that for me.”

“So that you can keep me to yourself while I recover?”

“Precisely.” His hand wandered beneath your nightgown, tracing your soft curves. “Or have you forgotten that you’re all mine?”

You gasped. “N-no.”

His fingers trailed down between your legs and stopped short of where you needed him. “Say it.”

You shuddered against him. “I’m all yours, Astarion. Please.”

“All mine.” He returned to drinking from your neck as his fingers delicately followed along the soft folds of your soaking cunt. You whimpered in response, delirious from the lack of blood and his teasing. He hummed against you, the warming vibrations resonating through your weakening, oversensitive body. Your breathing quickened- if it was the mild deprivation of oxygen or your own arousal, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was his lips on your skin and the finger he had slipped inside you that was gently coaxing at your walls.

It felt like a mere second and a whole eternity later when he tore himself away. His lips and teeth were coated in crimson. “Exquisite as always, darling. Especially when I have you so desperate for me like this.”

Another finger entered you and you moaned, rocking your hips into his thrusts. He was still somehow teasing you, his fingers lightly brushing against that sweet spot deep within you but refusing to provide the pressure and friction you so desperately needed.

“Beautiful.” He kissed you, and you caught the heavy, metallic taste of your blood on his lips- a flavor you had more than grown accustomed to, secretly enjoyed even.

“Do you think you can take another for me?” he asked, emphatically pushing his fingers deeper within you.

You whimpered something you hoped was a "yes," and nodded.

“Words, love. Use your words.”

“Fuck,” you groaned. “Please, yes.”

Astarion growled into your ear, his low voice resonating against you, “Well, I certainly can’t say no when you beg so sweetly." He placed a kiss on your cheek, then on your neck as you felt the stretch of a third finger. You forced yourself to take in a sharp breath, struggling to focus on the essential task of breathing despite him scraping his fangs down your throat and chest as you writhed beneath him. Slowly, torturously, he fucked his fingers into you. He curled them against that sweet spot and a high pitched whimper escaped your lips. Your back arched off the bed and you laced your arms around his neck to brace your trembling self against him.

“You’re doing so well, little love.” His thumb found your clit and deftly worked small circles around it in time with his fingers. “I want to see you come undone for me, and I want to hear it all. Hold nothing back - you can do that, can’t you?”

You took in a shaky breath and managed a nod.

He chuckled as he applied more pressure to your clit. That delicious, familiar ache began to burn in your lower stomach and accelerate to a flame. You clenched around his fingers, every muscle in your body tightening into a coiled spring.

“Gods, I’m close… Astarion, please, please, don’t stop…”

“Let go, I’ve got you.”

His gentle command was all you needed to fall over the edge into whatever blissful oblivion awaited you. You buried your face into his chest and screamed as your orgasm burned through you, lighting every nerve on fire to the point of oversensitivity. You felt his fingers slow along with your breathing and you moaned at their absence when they withdrew.

Astarion brought his fingers to his mouth and lasciviously licked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. “Almost as sweet as your blood.”

“… glad you think so,” you managed to answer between breaths.

“Mind if I have another taste?” He pushed your nightgown up and over your head and began planting a trail of kisses and small bites around your breasts. “Preferably from the source.”

“Is there a possibility that you’ve had enough, Star?”

“Never,” he growled into your breast with another bite. Not enough to break the skin, but enough that you could already feel the bruise that would be there in the morning. He grinned when you shuddered beneath him in response. “And something tells me that you haven’t, either.”

You smiled. “Never.”

“Wicked little thing. You’ll be the second death of me.” His lips lingered over the warmth of your beating heart before he trailed more bites and kisses across your stomach, working his way down between your thighs. Your breath hitched when he nipped at the ticklish spot right above your hip and you felt his low chuckle reverberate against you.

He settled between your legs, and a sharp pinch from his fangs to the flesh of your thigh came as a warning to keep still. He ever-so-slowly dragged his tongue along your folds, clearly reveling in how you shook and squealed beneath him and delighting in the taste of your arousal. When his tongue finally found your clit, the burn of overstimulation from the previous orgasm shocked every nerve in your body and you nearly squirmed away. The firm grip of his hands kept you in place as the burn subsided into that needy, pleasant ache. Your hands found their way down to his head and your fingers tangled themselves into his soft curls in a vain attempt to pull him closer. He merely hummed in response, diving his tongue deeper into you and his grip pressing bruises into your hips.

If Astarion could feed on the arousal dripping from your cunt alone, you knew he would and you would more than let him. He was ravenous, not even bothering to breathe, burying his face in the warmth between your thighs. He took his time between drinking in your pooling arousal and exploring your folds with his tongue, only moaning against you when he remembered to take the necessary breaths to do so.

Then, with little warning, he shifted his attention to that little bundle of nerves with a feral growl that came from deep within his chest and vibrated into your core. His eyes briefly met yours, dark with a predatory gleam. You gasped, the coil tightening within you once again. You pulled on his hair and he remained unmoved, devouring you with an intensity reserved only for your blood and these moments alone. The coil grew tighter… tighter… and shattered as you let out a wordless scream. His hands pushed you back into the mattress before your back arched above the bed and held you there, his tongue working at you through your orgasm. It was too much and not enough all at once.

You weren’t sure when he stopped, or when he laid back by your side and wrapped you snug in your blanket. He produced a scroll from the nightstand and muttered something over it. The scroll glowed and dissolved into nothing, and you felt a warmth spread through your spent and aching body. Of course he still had a stash of lesser restoration scrolls. You shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around yourself.

Astarion’s pale, lean arms wrapped around you from behind. “Take your time, but I’m not done with you yet, darling.”

“Oh?”

“Do you still remember why you were upset earlier?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, that simply will not do.” He kissed the side of your face. “I’ll not rest until I’ve fucked the reason for your sadness right out of you.”

“Then it is going to be a very long night, my love.”

He pulled you closer into his embrace. “Then I very much look forward to it.”

[butchbush]

uhm. any biters and/or chompers

[frankensteinstdick]

Messy hot werewolf x vampire sex where the vampire continues to feed from their werewolf partner who’s healing abilities mean they can never run dry.

[bloodshedbaby]

me and w h o ?