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inkyquince · 2 years

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FEMINISATION. feat Male Reader

content warning. Free use, feminisation, exhibitionism, wifeyfication, humiliation.

Shall Wifey-fy you. Sees you as their little wife. You get that role in the household they share with you. Wanted someone to look after them, cook for them, keep your living space clean, looking cute. Will allow baggier clothes that have more of a gender neutral look but would slowly push for you to wear those little checkered dresses, lingerie underneath everyday. Wants a wife, will get a wife. Comes back home, tired, and will just sink into you. Hey, you're their wife, their property, free use will be a thing often.

Will either be good spouses or strict ones. Depends. Either you're worked to the bone trying to maintain every single little thing in that house, getting up early and only going to bed after each dish has been washed up and the table prepped for breakfast tomorrow morning. That or, they want you to indulge in this life, wearing clothes they picked for you and just doing meal stuff every now and then, but you're main job is to let them kneel down and lift your skirts to go down on you after coming home. Starts investing in panties that have the back section missing for easy access to your ass, but presses your cock against your tummy, effectively hiding it. That or invests in a cock cage, just to wear the key around their neck.

Sucks on your nipples as they finger your ass, every part of your pliable and open for them. All that training, they muse as they line up their cock/strap-on to your eager hole, was worth it for a such a perfect house wife.

Dom!Kylar, Eden, Avery, Veteran Guard, Pining Sirris, (CompHet) River, Winter, Doren, Methodical Guard, Morgan, Scarred Inmate (Degrees of Lewdity), Nadia, Valdemar, Dark!Muriel (The Arcana), Diavolo, Beelzebub, Corrupt! Simeon (Obey Me), Voss Zwingli (Inky OC).

They do it to humilate you. Poor thing, shaking hands gripping your skirt. Can't even look them in the eye, poor stupid thing. As if you never expected this, as if you you didn't know the only thing you should every wear is girly dresses and panties. Either loves you in make up or wants you far more natural, teasing you about flat tits and an excited clit when nudging your crotch with their foot. Forces you to show off your lacy panties to them under the table or anytime they demand, no matter where the two of you are. Likes dresses that are overly pretty, maybe bright, unless you wanna actually be a goth gf for em, depending on who it is. Wants you to beg to be able to change out of these clothes, into your usual ones, but even as they promise that soon, soon you can take the panties off, take the bra off, they lie. You won't be able to find most of your usual clothes, forced to wear the ones they got you for hours on end, maybe having to wear them to the shops to go and buy you new clothes, thought you're the one given strange looks when you emerge in new clothes.

Calls you their pretty little princess, beautiful, their eager little cunt, their naughty pussy. Won't let up on it. More delighted if you're reluctant to show your cock, fully feeling your legs up in public, pushing up the fabric so people glancing over could see a glimpse of your cock, in their crotchless panties. Wannts to do something big, at least once. Fuck you in front of their friends, all dressed up and pretty, just so they also get to see how much you adore being treated like this.

Whitney, Alex, Bailey, Harper, Briar, Leighton, Mason, Remy, Quinn, Relaxed Guard (Degrees of Lewdity), Mean!Asra, Lucio, Dark! Portia, Valerius (The Arcana), Lucifer, Satan, Belphegor, Barbatos, Solomon (Obey Me), Arie Zwingli, Zacarie De Fay (Inky OC)

Uno Reverse time! They want to be the one pretty for you! Wants to be the one who gets to try out different eyeliners and lipstick and hang off your arm, gushing about their boyfriend.

Some of them are going to be way shyer about it, gonna need some encouragment. Too shy to even think about it at first, not used to being seen like that.

Wants to wear garters with your initials dangling off in fancy lettering, pretty panties that match their outfit, pretty jewelry (gold or silver, depends on what kind of mess they are). Depends on the person if this is for them, feeling pretty and empowered and making you shy by slinging their leg over your thigh, smirking at you, knowing you're the only hungrily between their thighs later, pretty lacy thighs clamped around your head. That, or if they're shy, can't believe they were talked into this, growing more excited as your hand drifts up their thigh.

Sub!Kylar, Robin, Sydney, Fallen!Jordan, Gwylan, Anxious Guard, Darryl, Niki (Degrees of Lewdity), Julian, Portia (The Arcana), Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus (Obey Me), Gabriel Sinclair (Inky OC)

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inkyquince · 1 year

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THE HORNY VAMPIRE FILES - (entry 01)

Zacarie De Fay:

(Picture obtained in 2022, by agent @undead-merman under unknown circumstances. Also a picture of Zacarie in his older body is available at the end)

content warning. Zacarie being a bastard, implied death of the 1899 reader, predator and prey followed by nonsexual pet play. I do feel bad cuz this is going to be the least sexual entry of the entirety of the horny vampire files. If you're a mortal he aint gonna fuck with you like that under certain circumstances. Anyway, October has been waiting for SO long for Zac to be released on this blog because this man has the most simps, esp since I play him in our vtm game. Anyway! I'mma release some fucking nasty stories for him from time to time. Juicier stuff under the read more uwu.

We don’t know how old Zacarie De Fay is. We don’t even know if the one wearing a different face in London is the actual kindred that was documented all those years ago. But they go by the same name and have the same modus operandi as the vampire that was the key figure behind many of the Paris Vanishings, of both mortal and kindred. With the penchant for torture and keeping humans as… As pets, it wasn’t a big surprise he suddenly went missing around four decades after this little habit began. Even bigger surprise when he seemingly showed back up at the turn of the century, this time in London. Is it a copycat? A kindred victim that took on his personality? It can’t be a coincidence that he’s in the body of a Malkavian now, one that already showed a penchant for switching personalities.

More observation is needed.

Clan:

1899 - ?

2022 - Malkavian.

Sire: ?

Nationality: Belarusian with Parisian citizenship and changed name.

1899

The streets echoed with your own rapid breathing, water soaking through your shoes as rain hammered down onto you, leaving you soaked through and chilled to the bone. Yet you didn’t feel any of it. Not the frigid water, not the cold settling into your skin, not even your feet going numb. All you could feel was the rapid beating of your own heart, pounding in your ears so loud you couldn’t even hear the rain.

You stopped running for just a second, rapidly spinning around to search for any lights in the windows of the houses that lined the street, maybe an open shop. Nothing. All dark, all willingly closing their eyes. Paris was the city that never sleeps but tonight it slumbered, closing its many eyes to willingly let you be swallowed by the darkness, forgotten to unseen clutches.

An unholy scream echoed throughout the winding streets and only a moment later did you realize that you were the one who cried out. Fear perched on your tongue, pressing against your teeth, clawing to be let out, but you bit down on it. You weren’t going to give yourself away. Not when that bloodhound was stalking after you. Never running. You would feel better if it was. If it was rabid and sprinting and clawing and shouting. Then you could escape it in its own frenzy. Not this. Not the cocky walk of someone who knows your every move, who knows these streets better than you could ever.

Someone who knew that you would be back in his grip before the night was over.

Pain pounded at your feet but you knew better than to stop and rest. You already took too much time to find a safe haven.

Despite your feet protesting, you took off again.Either you were going to keep running until dawn, or hopefully you can find somewhere to hide. There was an alleyway up ahead, you could even double back and hide where its haven was, it would try and find you there. Maybe even-

Something slammed into your throat as you rounded into the darkened alley, tightening around your windpipe and slowly lifting you up until your feet dangled. The leather touching you was colder than the rain, than the winter air, than anything you’ve ever felt in your life. The vice-like grip on your throat felt as if it was cutting into your very skin. You wildly kick your legs and try to scratch at the arm holding you up, but you don’t seem to have an affect on it, neither scratching at his bare arm, or further down, trying to rip at its shirt.

“Now.” Its voice made you freeze up. Low, and husky, just like the sip of whiskey you accepted to calm your nerves from the same monster just hours earlier. Its accented voice spoke french flawlessly but with a strange tinge to its accent, something you found charming in the bar, now something that made you sure it was not human, a rotting creature wearing human skin. “Have you tired yourself out yet?”

It spoke like it was addressing an overactive dog and at your silence, it shook you, as if it was shaking a mutt by its collar. With a low sigh, the choke hold it had on you slackened and you were dropped to the flooded cobblestone street, water soaking into your clothes, pain shooting up your spine sharply.

Framed by the cold moonlight shining down on the grimy Parisian alleyway, Zacarie De Fay did in fact, not resemble a human.

Of course, he did look like one earlier. Attractive and tall, graceful on his feet despite the muscles across his chest and arms dimpled against his white shirt. High cheekbones that only brought attention to his cold eyes, a glinting green that stood out in the dark of the bar. He felt your stare and glanced over, eyes simmering behind the dark sunglasses he wore. A quick smirk flashed before he was at your elbow, offering to share a drink that night.

But framed by the moonlight, in the dark, with blood sluggishly pulsing from the puncture wounds in your neck, blood staining his lips, you knew.

Blonde hair made silver by the light, elongated fangs peeking out as he sneered down at you, his sun deprived skin looking more like stone than flesh. Staring up at him, you would never have likened him to the man you met hours ago.

Zacarie looked as if he was reading your mind, with the open enjoyment he showed at your distress, your horror.

“Please.” You could only utter. “I don’t wanna die.”

He cocked his head inquisitively at your words, before slowly kneeling down in front of you. You could see your own blood still slowly slipping down his Adam’s Apple, staining the collar of his dress shirt.

“What made you think I would ever kill you?” He chuckled, similar to a parent being amused by a silly misunderstanding their toddler had about the world.

You could only shakily inhale as he reached up to slip his sunglasses off, hooking them instead into the V of his shirt. His broad hand reached forward and squeezed your cheeks under his gloved fingers.

“Silly thing.”

2022

Time changes many things, but usually struggles to change creatures of the night. Marble statues that may be slightly chipped by the sands of time, but they remain standing tall.

One thing times struggled to change was Zacarie De Fay. It oversaw his change of body, but couldn’t quite change his hobbies or hunting practices. Hidden in the body of his somewhat friend, he still stalked the streets, a practise hunter. The streets of Paris weren’t too different from the streets of London after all. Alive and vibrant but shall willingly shut everything out when a monster stalks the streets.

His new body wasn’t too bad. Not as strong as his old one, but more limber. Dexterous, light on his feet. Doesn’t help the face was a natural beauty, drawing gazes wherever he went. He always called Sylvain a pretty boy to his face, but also called him a Backwater Rent Boy behind his back, flatly disbelieving he had much to offer other than a face. But, now, Zac found targets easier than ever. No one would believe that this angel faced bunny rabbit could ever harm anyone. It was always fun watching their eyes widen in horror when the facade dropped and a beast was waiting behind those shining mismatched eyes.

Life was still harder than it used to be however.

With a low sigh, Zacarie relaxed back in his chair, running his gloved hand through the messy black hair that was far too long for his liking. Tugging at a stray curl with annoyance, he quietly thanked whoever was out there for small comforts. Like his footstool.

Zacarie wasn’t a man that really wasted his victims, or overindulged. But how could he resist, when so many would quietly stare at his new face, some admiring from half the room away, others walking right up with a drink, and some thinking it would be a fun idea to try and drug a vampire over a century old. Sylvain was still a young one, to him at least, but at least this amateur stuff didn’t mess him up as much as it would for mortals.

One thing he missed was his dogs. Lucrece gave him two striking Pharaoh Hounds in Paris, quiet and stern and pitch black. Followed at his heels and good at deterring from anyone entering his private rooms.

Now, you didn’t do any of that.

But the way you lay obediently on the laboratory floor, eyes hazy and mind long gone? With only one thing that kept you going, the simple command of Obey? He didn’t mind as much as he would. It was like changing out two obedient beasts for a little lab rabbit, but it kept him entertained. He knew that technically he was never alone, not with the changing of the guards-esque switching between him and Sylvain and Lucrece. But he used to be able to actually… Spend time with them. Now, they’re slumbering and he gets a new dog that neither knows about.

He leans down and scritches along your chin, enjoying the soft whine you give. Zacarie wasn’t sure if he was going to miss you when he got bored and sent you back out into the world. Or harvested you for food. Humans were fragile, in need of constant care, and he was a busy man.

Now, keeping a kindred as a pet, that was a different problem. One he’d be beyond intrigued to look into.

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