#tw: biting

[oh-katsuki]

i think.. the sexual confidence that yuuta moves with sometimes shocks you. he just looks like such a wet napkin. like he's been left out in the rain to soak and has been scratching at the door to get back in. but for some reason.. when he gets in a specific mood.. he has this aura about him that turns on like a switch.

it's imposing.. and oddly confident for the guy that he is and you feel almost like he's imagining the thirty different positions he'd fuck you in if he could. n of course, when you finally cave and let him, that switch turns back on.

n he's got your hands up against the wall in front of you, hips jutted back towards him so that he can slide his hard cock up against your ass. n there's something very... animal about it. almost like you're being marked. like you're being shown exactly where you are in this new sexual relationship.

and i think he bites. it surprises you because he does it without warning. he works himself up against you, rutting his cock against your ass while he pushes you up against the wall with his body. n then he just leans forward and bites the back of your neck. it's hard too. hurts a little bit, but surprises you more.

there's this drunk look in his eyes. full of desire and wanting and frustration. and it doesn't wane when you look at him. in fact, it communicates to you exactly what he needs as you reach to slide your panties to the side and let him in.

#whatever. #yuuta x reader #NVIFREA;NBROEA;BNR ILL SHOOT! #tw: biting #anyway. #i feel unwell about it.

[perseuus]

the eternal hunger is never sated

#radioapple #appleradio #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor #lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #art #my art #BC IM IN TOO DEEP #tw: blood #kinda #tw: biting

[manjibunny]

CARMILLA: VAMPIRE! YUZUHA X FEM. BODIED READER

SYNOPSIS: After meeting a mysterious, yet beautiful woman, you begin to dream of her every night. Dream after dream, you find yourself craving for the affection of a stranger, that is, until you wake up with her in your bed... CONTENT WARNINGS: somnophilia, dubcon-ish elements, blood, strangers to lovers, reader has wet dreams of Yuzuha, cunnilingus, nipple play, scissoring, reader is gn but has female parts, lots of biting and marking, hints of aphrodisiacs Kinktober 2023 Masterlist tagging: @redskyvenus @saenora @shujistars

“Let me in” 

You felt weak as you felt her lips graze against your neck. A whimper left your lips as you grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to your bare  body. Cold as snow, yet so beautiful. You gasped. 

“You’re so cold” you muttered to her. 

“Then warm me up” she whispered into your ear, hands wandering towards your chest. Cold fingers toyed your perky nipples, hard from both your lover’s low body temperature and the lust you felt for her. 

You let out a moan “Please, I need more. You’re torturing me at this point”

This has been going on every night since you’ve met Yuzuha Shiba. Meeting her at the local library, you two bonded over your shared interest in literature. You liked sitting next to Yuzuha in silence while she had her nose inside a book, it gave you a good excuse to look at her for an extended amount of time without her noticing. That should be me, you thought as she spread her book apart and held it closer to her face. The longer you stayed in her presence, the dizzier, the hornier, you’d get, and that reflected in your dreams. 

Yuzuha frequently haunts your dreams. You dreamt of her entering your bedroom late at night when everyone in your house was asleep, of kissing her, of touching her, of tasting her. God, her taste of her lips always left you wanting for more, you wanted her mouth to travel your body and devour you, but she’d never get to it. Instead, Yuzuha would always ask you to let her in, whatever that meant. Despite knowing that you were dreaming of her, something in your mind told you to stay silent in the moment and to wait for the right timing to ask her what she meant about letting her inside. Despite your want, you always managed to have a somewhat clear mind. Until tonight. 

Her sweet scent overwhelmed you. You felt so hot against Yuzuha, you were silently thankful for her low body temperature. Feeling your pussy ache for her as you felt her fingers pinching your nipples, you moaned. 

“Yuzuha, please”

“Let me in sweet thing, and I’ll give you what you want”

Feeling delirious, you whimpered out desperately “I’ll let you in, just please I gotta have you”

Your world turned black. You weren’t able to see Yuzuha or feel her cold body against yours, instead you were greeted with darkness. For the first time since meeting Yuzuha, your sleep turned peaceful. For a while you dreamt of nothing, that is until you felt a sensation between your legs. The feeling grew stronger and stronger, and with time the veil between sleep and wakefulness grew thinner, and before you could even register it, you felt a wave of pleasure flood over you. 

Awake from your slumber and still feeling dizzy, you attempted to sit up, but a pair of cold hands held you firmly on your thighs, refusing you to move away. A gasp escaped your lips, the cold hands had spread your legs apart and you felt a pair of pillowy lips kiss your clit. A mixture of panic and arousal spread inside you. You were about to scream, but a familiar voice cut you off.

“Look at you, all wet for me already” Could it be…?

“Yuzuha?” You whispered her name softly. You moaned out weakly as she slowly licked your clit, circling her tongue around your sensitive bud.

“You gotta be quiet, pretty. Don’t want your family to hear us, would you?” She dragged her tongue across your pussy, groaning as she felt your hip buckle from pleasure. 

“Yuzuha, how-” You attempted to speak, but Yuzuha cut you off.

“Let me have you and I’ll explain everything” Her cold lips traveled towards your inner thighs, kissing softly on your soft flesh. Yuzuha seemed to hold back, just like in your dreams. How could your consent be so important to her when she was playing with your cunt while you slept?  Red flags upon red flags arose, you knew something was weird but you didn’t want to think with your brain now. Succumbing to your lust for Yuzuha, you chose to ignore the red flags. 

“Please have me. I-I have to be yours now” You pleaded with her, hoping she would satisfy your hunger for more. Instead of her mouth returning your needy pussy, you felt a sharp pain on your inner thigh. Barely holding back your scream, you clasped your mouth shut with your hands as you watched Yuzuhas fangs tear your sensitive skin. You felt her suck on your skin, feasting on your blood as her thumb rubbed circles on your throbbing clit. 

Lightheaded, the pain seemed to cease, instead you felt your need for Yuzuha to fuck you become bigger and bigger. She’d leave bites and marks all over your inner thigh, savoring the rich, red liquid she eagerly drank as if it were fine wine. Unable to hold onto your mouth, your hands began shaking before your arms gave out and fell on your sides altogether. Yuzuhas thumb still hasn’t left your clit. She rubbed slow circles on your clit, leaving you aching for more. 

“Yuzuha, please”, you moaned “I need more, so much more”

Yuzuha released from your thigh. Licking your lips, she inspected your thigh and the mars she left on there. Her eyes roamed your naked body, admiring every curve, stretch mark, scars and birthmark that you might possess.

“You’re so naughty for sleeping naked, you know that?” She giggled as she kissed your chest. 

“And you’re so naughty for praying on sleeping people” You shot back teasingly “Besides, you”re naked as well” 

Yuzuha chuckled as she got on top of you. You shivered as she pressed her cold body against yours. She leaned lower and gently kissed your lips. Moaning into the kiss, you cupped her face and deepened the kiss. Soon, she opened her mouth and grazed her tongue against yours. You greedily sucked on her tongue, finally being able to taste your blood from Yuzuhas mouth. As you made out with her, her cold fingers pinched your nipples. Just like in the dream. You sighed dreamily into Yuzuhas mouth, feeling yourself get even wetter from her cold fingers toying with your hard buds. 

Breathlessly, Yuzuha pulled away from your lips, as a string of saliva connected your tongue to hers. 

“I promise you, I’ll give you what you want if you let me toy a little bit more with you” Yuzuha spoke in a low voice. Her face got closer to your neck, where you felt her tongue lick your pulse point. 

“I’ll make sure you’ll be satisfied if you let me feed off of you” Her sharp fangs graze against your neck, waiting for your approval.

“Please Yuzuha, do whatever you want with me” You whispered to her, begging her to finally touch you the way you wanted. 

“I’ll be good, just stop teasing me” You whimpered out.

“Oh, I knew you’d let me” Yuzuha gently planted a kiss on your neck before biting down. Yet again the pain mixed with the pleasure you felt from Yuzuha pinching and pulling on your nipples. 

Drunk of your blood, Yuzuha felt herself become addicted to your blood. Her mouth traveled lower, kissing and biting on your chest. As she bit down on your chest and tasted your warm blood on her tongue again, she knew that it was all worth it. Entering your dreams to seduce you ,to get you naked beneath her, to enjoy your body. 

Yuzuha felt herself getting needy. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, her arousal practically dropped onto your legs while she sucked on your tits. With a plop, she released her lips from your nipples and kissed the bite marks she left on your skin. To her, you were the most beautiful with teary eyes and love bites all over your body. 

Yuzuha kissed your lips before speaking “I kept you waiting long enough. It’s time I keep my word and fuck you real good”

Without missing a beat, she repositioned herself. Still on top of you, she pushed your legs apart. Yuzuha positioned herself slightly sideways between your legs, pulling your left leg over her shoulders. Your pussies almost touched. Yuzuha chuckles as you tried to buckle your hips to meet hers.

“Needy” she teased as she kissed your leg before lowering yourself onto your cunt. You moaned out loud as you felt her wet pussy on yours. 

“You gotta stay quiet” Yuzuha warned you as she began moving slowly back and forth. You nodded and bit your lower lip to contain yourself. It’s finally happening, it’s not a dream anymore. 

Despite Yuzuhas order to stay quiet, your room was filled with smacking noises. With each move, your bed silently squeaked under you. If your father was awake, he’d know what you were up to in your bedroom.

“Good thing it’s in the middle of the night, huh?” Yuzuha chuckles and moans silently as her clit bumped against yours. She kept on grinding her clit against yours, feeling the pleasure overtake her body. The friction wasn’t enough for you, so you grinded against her. Your hips met halfway and your pussies were rubbing against each other. Getting closer and closer, you’d grind harder and faster against Yuzuha, barely able to contain your moans. 

“Yuzuha, please, cum on my pussy” You sobbed out “Wanna cum with you, please” 

“Gonna cum soon, pretty” She moaned out silently.Feeling herself getting closer and closer, her hips crashed against yours, her clit grazing your clit over and óver again. The orgasm built up, you felt the knot inside your stomach bursting. You gushed all over Yuzuhas cunt, finally feeling the relive you wanted since meeting her.You let out a pathetically loud moan as Yuzuha fucked you through your orgasm before she came all over your cunt. Your juices mixed with her own as she rode out your high. 

Weakly, she plopped next to you in your bed, pulling the blanket over you and herself before kissing you. 

“You were so good to me, pretty. I hope I was able to satisfy you” Yuzuha hoarsely whispered to you.

Giggling you hugged her “I’m more than satisfied. I just hope no one heard us”

She chuckled and hugged you back “We will find out tomorrow morning. For now, you have to sleep. I’ll be here with you”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You fell asleep in your lover's arms that night, sleeping peacefully for the first time in a while.

#Zaya's Kinktober 2023 ☆ #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x smut #tokyo revengers smut #yuzuha x reader #tokyo rev x reader #yuzuha smut #yuzuha shiba #tr smut #mdni! #tw: somnophilia #tw: biting #tw: bl00d #vampire x reader #carmilla #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #banner by cafekitsune

[soup--champ]

day 1 prompt: vampires/first meeting

for @smallchaoscryptid’s spiderbit week!

#soup’s art #soup’s doodles #qsmp #cellbit #roier #spiderbit #tw: blood #tw: biting #YIPPEEEEEE VAMPIRES!!!! #idk if i’ll keep up with the whole theme week but i’m gonna try! #(but it would be criminal if i didn’t at least join in for vampire day)

[bleedingichorhearts]

A Night Lord and their Darling biting each other as a sign of affection. The Night Lord having to be so, SO careful because even a fraction of his strength could do incredible damage to his Love. Meanwhile, his Darling could just fully chomp down and end up doing little to no damage at all, and the Night Lord would find it nothing but amusing and endearing.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You lil ankle biter, anon! Also, I’m setting this in Sentience, but it can go into Warhammer too, i think. Also, I see Night Lords as some big feline.😭

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

This is what I imagine out of this ask and a huntsman spider. :)

TW // Affectionate Biting?

Your Night Lord purred at you. His black eyes looking up at you as his lips dragged along the skin of your arm, warning you of what he could bring upon the skin. The destruction it could cause to your body, but your Night lord knows better.

He was always so careful. His fangs only lightly tracing above your skin. Causing goosebumps to form as you shiver at the sensation of his tongue coming out to lick at the spot he’s planning to bite.

How he bites, never fails to amaze you since he is much more powerful, enhanced, and bigger than you. How could one like him be so gentle? So attentive in their way to give you a loving bite? Much less coming from a Night Lord?

That part puzzles you. How could this Night lord be so… mindful of you? They were known to be a lot more belligerent than other legions, but your Night Lord? He was the opposite with you. Always by your side when he wanted to be, like some sort of house cat.

It amused you in a way, to see him act like a house cat in a way. He’ll have these “zoomies” at nighttime, acting all hyperactive. Bothering you like a cat in the middle of the night, gently poking your cheek before running off again through the house. A purr following him right after. If he wanted your attention and you wouldn’t give it to him? He’ll just knock something over like a glass cup or a candle you had burning… Safe to say you didn’t ignore him very much after that.

There also was this one time you sprayed him with a water bottle, and he hissed at you. Baring his fangs before scurrying away like a huntsman spider. You didn’t see him very much after that, but he still came around for the food, reluctantly. Eyeing you down, watching out for that dreadful thing.

He did hide that water bottle afterward, forcing you to cuddle with him. That turned out to be one big ol’ cat nap. Reminding you to get multiple water bottles after you got a warning from your job about your disappearance. He hid those too.

You twitch as he takes a little nip at your skin. His black eyes watching you carefully for any negative reaction as he makes the most gentle bite mark known to an Astartes. His teeth lightly pressing down in the skin of your arm. It was rough and bruising, but not enough to bleed. His tongue coming out once more to try and sooth the dull pain he's created, purring as he slathered your arm in his saliva again. Surprising you when your Night Lord didn’t have the sandpaper like tongue like a feline would.

Though, when you bite at him? He thinks it’s cute that you are trying to bite him back. Trying to create even a fraction of an indent on his skin like he did to yours.

He would find it endearing in a way. You're recuperating his affections, that he can't help but purr at you as you bite at his exposed shoulder. Doing absolutely nothing to him and if you did? It was just a pinch, but if he felt that, expect some more biting to you.

In rather rare occasions, both of you would be wrapped around one another casually biting one another and at first it would be all sappy and endearing until you bit him particularly hard enough. Which ends up with you two having a bite war. See who pats out first and it ultimately ends with your Night Lord winning of course. :)

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #space marine #space marine x reader #Night lord #tw: biting

[theanimekid]

Could I get a Bigby X fem/nb reader smut? Maybe… reader’s first time witnessing Bigby’s heat? Or Virgin!Bigby bc I have a head cannon

of course!

The Phase of The Moon Bigby wolf x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ breeding kink, in heat, hybrid transformation, biting, degradation, scratching, masturbation

Pairing: Bigby wolf x fem reader

Summary: small plot, keep it brief, then we fuck

"Bigby? You Home?"

You called out his name as you stood knocking on his apartment door for the past 20 minutes. That damn Sheriff promised you. After work, he takes you out to the woods and glimpses the stars. You even packed a picnic basket with food and some blankets just in case it gets cold. You wore a daily spring half split joint v-neck skirt dress with the basket in one hand and the other knocking on the door.

Ugh, I swear to God if he forgets our date...

Just as you were about to open the door, your phone rang, and you picked up the sound of Snow's voice. " Y/n, you okay?" She asked worriedly. " Yea... I'm fine. Why are you-"

"No need, but your boyfriend wants me to tell you not to go to his apartment. He's... Going through his phase."

What now?

" What do you mean by" The loud alienated groan hollered out from the bedroom. You placed the picnic basket on the table, "Snow... I gotta call you right back..." You replied as you hung up the phone and slowly ascended to the bedroom; the groans grew louder and louder as you reached Bigby's bedroom door. You hear your name, followed by a moan coming from the bedroom. You quietly opened the door as it creaked, Bigby lay on the bed, his cock painfully throbbing as he tried to stroke it. The hint of pink smoke filled his lungs. He inhaled your scent. She's here, She's not supposed to be here, damn Snow, why didn't you keep away?!

Before you know it, he pounced on you as the door behind you slammed shut and pulled you into a deep rough, desperate kiss. Tongues exploring the other's mouth while fighting for superiority. Bigby won that fight as his tongue went deeper, leaving you breathless. He pulled away and went to bury himself into your neck. " Didn't Snow told you to stay away?" He grunted as he inhaled more of your perfume. His hands efficiently hiked your skirt and grabbed the flesh of your thigh, the feeling of his claws grazing the skin producing a yelp.

" Why didn't you tell me this sooner, instead of me getting it from Snow? I could help," You whimpered as his erection between your thighs got wetter. He pulled you away from the door and tossed you on his bed. You bounced on impact. He crawled onto the mattress, towering over your figure. " Help me? You think you can help me with this?" He dragged his erection across your entrance. You started to wiggle, " Please baby; let me help you," You asserted. Screw the date. This must be taken care of first.

He stood on the bed with his knees, pulling the throbbing dick out of his pants, he breathed out a sigh of relief as this cock stood out in the cold air. He looked at you with a toothy grin. "This cock won't suck itself." You crawled on all fours, hovering your mouth over his length. You rolled out your tongue, and you suck down on his cock, taking as much of him in his mouth. He groaned as he clawed his sheets. He rolled his eyes back. Lifting his head to the ceiling as you were deliciously bobbing on his cock, his moans mixed with yours filled the room. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and fully face fuck you on his rock-hard cock.

Only when you started to gag on his manhood. He'd pull out with an unsatisfied moan. You gasped for air. Breathing felt so hot. He stared at you with his wolfish brown-gold eyes as he sees the state you were in. hyperventilating and desperately must of him. Such a pathetic little whore you are. He set you on your back again, he extended your legs open as he positioned his face into your uncovered cunt.

"No panties? You knew this would come to this, didn't you, my mate?" He growled, and he stroked his tongue into your stripe, rosebud pussy. Leaving you moaning as you seized the sheets below you. He did the exact action, again and again till you were creaming on his mouth, calling your euphoria. "Bigby, s-stop teasing, and fuck me, please." You begged. " Needy mate, is a needy whore." He rasped impatiently. He hurriedly flipped you over on your stomach, curved your hips in the air, and pushed your head into the bed. He lined up his cock to your entrance, skimming only the tip before slamming it into your velvet folds. He slowly thrust, keeping a constant speed, then after a few brief moments, he started to rammed you outta existence. You didn't know how many times you cum, or how long it's been but you couldn't care. Because for one, you couldn't conclude a coherent thought. The sound of headboard dragging on the wall, your moans and slutty pleas, and Bigby's grunts and moans of pleasure filled the room.

It's the fourth time you cum, and he's still not finished. The pace of his thrust was not going slower. But faster. He's rutting into you like an animal, and you think it was seductive?! You cried out his name like a broken chant, his claws at your hair and raising your head up to meet his fangs. "Let hear you mate, let everyone in this fucking building know who you belong to, you're my mate. Mine." He bit the side of your shoulder, drawing a little bit of blood, he repeated the same thing to the other shoulder and then your neck, marking his territory. His thrusts began to get messy and ragged. He's reaching his limit. Your cunt kept clenching around him, driving out his climax. He cum with a final grunt as his seed painted your filthy hole. Some of yours and his dripped on the bedsheets. The weight of your knees gave up on you as you collapsed on the bed.

He pulled out with a roar as the semen spilled out of your fucked pussy. He stared at your now fucked out state, and your poor abused whole. " So... did I help?" You asked in exhaustion after your post climax as you looked at him with weary sights. He didn't quickly as he laid closer on your side. " Yea... you did wonderfully, sweetheart, but can you linger here a little longer?" he praised following with a question.

You gave him a confused hum. He added, "These sort of things lasts a couple days... And I really want you, so bad." He purred as he kissed the hickeys on your neck and shoulders. But then his cock began to throb again. " Think you can go another round with your wolf?"

#bigby wolf smut #bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf #bigby x reader #twau #the wolf among us #fables #the wolf among u x reader #the wolf among us fanifction #bigby smut #twau x reader #tw: breeding #tw: biting #degredation kink

[scarlettriot]

♡ COPPER KISS ♡

✦ Kiri X f!Reader

✦ Warnings: Smut • Minors & Blank Blogs DNI, Biting, Blood, Drinking, Public Sex, Cum Eating (I guess). Nicknames Used: Baby, Sweets, Red (for Kiri).

✦ This wasn’t the ficlet I intended on writing but horny brain took over and this is what came out… my bad. It’s super short but my kinks decided they needed to be written tonight. I also didn’t proof this one bit ♡ enjoy!

Kirishima who’s always been careful about his teeth. He knows how sharp they are, often cutting the insides of his cheeks or nicking his lip.

But he’s never once let them hurt you, not in all the years you’ve been together. No, just the thought has him slowing down your heated make out sessions, and you can always tell when he gets in his head about it. The way he tenses under your touch and becomes more timid with his movements.

He’s brought his quirk out on occasion, after you asked many a time. He’d rip through your pretty clothes any time you asked. But, even then, he was careful never to graze your skin.

So, when the night came that he had your back pinned against the cool bricks of the bar you’d been celebrating a friends birthday at, a knee pressed right up to your core, you felt hot kisses trail down your neck and then he stopped under the pale moon glow. Those garnet eyes fixated on where his jacket slide off your shoulder and his tongue wet his lower lip without him realizing it, heat rising in his cheeks, gods, what would it be like?

It wasn’t the first time he caught himself wondering. Imagining each sharp point puncturing your delicate skin.

“Eiji,” Your voice called him back, “go ahead.” His brows furrowed, silently asking you to explain. Your fingers held the back of his head and guided him right to the spot he’d been transfixed on. “I wanna know what it’s like too. Please?”

His heart hammered away. “You’re sure?” You nodded and rolled your hips again over his thigh. Making your head tip to the side and expose more for him.

He cradled your cheek in his hand, “hold still f’me, sweets. I mean it.” And you felt his thumb slide under your jaw to make sure you stayed in place. His breath fanned out across your skin, tongue darting out and honing in on the thick vein that he needed to avoid. His jaw opened and he set the points carefully in place, waiting for you to change your mind.

You didn’t though. You whined instead, a pitiful little sound, desperate for it. And he delivered.

Ticking his jaw closed little by little, testing limits and not yet breaking skin. He listened as your whines turned to moans, “more, Red, need more—!”

He couldn’t hold back then. Your skin effortless gave in to him. You couldn’t see how blown his pupils became. Pushing his teeth down until little beads of blood started collecting on his tongue. He couldn’t keep the muscle from seeking out more. Already addicted to the taste.

“More. ‘S okay, baby, I can take it.”

That was the best thing he heard all night because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop now. Rutting his hips against yours as crimson slipped from the corners of his mouth. Trickling down your skin while you worked his belt free.

He had you up in his arms before you knew it. Panties barely hanging around your ankle, his cock stuffed so deep in you, as he made a brand new mark to match the first on the opposite side of your neck.

Your cries echoed off the alley walls. People probably heard but neither of you cared. Too lost in each other to consider anything else.

Neither of you last too long. New sensations pushing you both into ecstasy quicker than you ever expected.

He pulled both his teeth and cock out of you at the same moment along with a pretty little whimper from your lips that he silenced with a copper laced kiss.

Of course, he helped you step back into your panties, admiring the way his cum was dripping down your thighs and your blood down your chest. “Gorgeous…” he murmured and used his tongue to clean both messes with the sweetest smile on his stained lips. “Let’s get you home. Gotta take care of you properly.”

#tw: blood #tw: biting #I just… yeah. #it’s rotting my brain away #kirishima smut #Kirishima #kirishima x reader #best red rock shark ♥️🦈 #scarlett’s feeling smutty 💋

[gamzeeliker69]

Period sex with Gamzee. Let's be honest, he would because of the specific type of freak he is.

You didn't even think to bring it up since most people won't want to do it. Maybe it started when he was just horny or maybe you'd mentioned getting off helps with cramps. To say he doesn't mind is an understatement. He loves it. He loves the messiness and he loves being covered in your pretty blood. (To a degree that you might find it weird. Especially if you've never seen how he acts around your blood before.) He might have the temptation to bite you, just to see a bit more of that fresh candy blood. He loves seeing the colors mix together. He thinks about how this is what it'd be like if you had slurry like a troll and that gets him worked up too.

#homestuck self ship #nsft #nsft imagine #tw: blood #tw: periods #tw: period talk #tw: Gamzee #gamzee makara #gamzee #self ship #self shipping #selfship imagines #homestuck x reader #tw: biting #general grossness #gamzee x reader #this could also be gamkar if you squint and tilt your head

[veirsewrites]

Im rereading the demo again, cause its sooooo good👌

& am wondering...nsfw ask bellow

would the ro let mc bite them during sex & let them drink from them?

you described in the scene with atlas that we have venom that is making the bitten one addicted/wanting the one who bites them. I really like this concept, specially thinking about bitting the ros😈 but what's the lore for different species?

I've kinda answered this before... but it wasn't in this particular context.

Answer below, not really nsfw but just in case:

Amelie is into biting, but not breaking skin. That, and the fact that hunter blood is poisonous to vampires, she would not let MC drink from her.

Eddie wouldn't mind breaking skin, but same as hunter's blood, werewolf blood is not good for vampires. So, unfortunately, Eddie would say no drinking.

Arlo/Aida, on the other end of the spectrum, loves receiving bite marks. They would let MC drink from them if the moment was right, something romantic and emotional, or maybe if they were just really, really into the moment.

#tw: biting #ch: amelie #ch: arlo/aida #ch: eddie #wtb ask #oops edited lool

[oh-katsuki]

OOOOOH OKAY OKAY OKAY

How about Tsukki + enemies or rivals to lovers + there’s only one bed?

only one bed trope...... smirks. side note but i think tsukishima is MAAADEEE for enemies/rivals to lovers. like seriously he just... it WORKS with him. i need him.

cw: it's an almost HATE FUCK (they don't fuck), heavy makeout, mentions of painful biting, tsukishima says some shitty things abt reader's past sexual endeavors, idk they grind a little

"you know, if you'd just fucking move over, we'd have more room," you spit at him, kicking his leg beneath the covers.

"you mean you'd have more room," he corrects, rolling his eyes and turning to face away from you.

poor planning is an unfortunate thing, even more so when it directly inconveniences you. that's what led to this situation, poor planning.

you and tsukishima are both involved in your university's respective sports division. kei plays on the volleyball team and you are on the cheer team. it's not often that your team gets sent on their away games to cheer, but this is the semi-finals and the university saw fit to send you all to stand and cheer court side.

if you had your way, you'd be miles away right now, probably fucking around with someone on the baseball team. but no. instead, you're sat next to the one person on this earth who genuinely makes you hateful, and you wouldn't call yourself a hateful person by any means.

arrogant, self-involved, and snarky beyond belief, tsukishima kei is the worst person you've ever met. you're certain that he'd say the same thing about you and for once, you don't mind that he thinks you're probably a slutty, selfish, bitch. funniest thing about it is that he also happens to be in your major and the two of you constantly remain tied for top of the class.

you'd like to say that it was the school that fucked up. you'd like to say that they happened to accidentally put you and tsukishima in a room with just one bed, but that's not true. the truth of it is that the two of you just happened to be stupid enough to miss the bus and, after spending a day catching the odd bus to get closer to sendai, have ended up stranded in a middle of bum fuck nowhere inn with one single room and a western style full sized bed.

"why don't you sleep on the floor?" you snap.

you hear tsukishima sigh behind you, feeling the press of his back against yours as it expands, "because then i'd be uncomfortable?"

"ya know, shouldn't protecting my decency come before comfort?" you retort, speaking over your shoulder.

you feel him sit up, rolling so that he's propped up on his elbow and facing you. when you turn, it places you face to face with his chest. you can smell his deodorant on him and he's so close that you're certain he can feel your breath on him.

"i think it might be a little late to protect your decency," he snaps, wrinkling his nose and twisting his face into a nasty expression. "shouldn't you have some left to do that?"

you scowl at him, rolling your eyes. "asshole."

"so you've mentioned."

you both lay down facing the ceiling. your shoulders are pressed deeply into each other and his warmth bleeds into the points of contact like water. every time he inhales, you feel it and it spurs you to do the same until your breathing is synced up.

"why'd you have to miss the bus too," he sighs, putting his hand over his face.

"i could say the same thing," you huff.

"yeah, i bet you can't fuckin' stand being here right now, right?" he sits up again, sneering. "too fuckin' pretty and popular to be sharing a bed, yeah?"

"shut up," you warn.

"bet you'd rather be with those baseball dickheads you fuck so often."

"shut up, kei," his tongue has always been sharp, but he's seriously pissing you off. not that you regret anything you've done.

"you fucked your way through all of them yet?"

you sit up, indignant at what he's saying.

"you paying that much attention to my sex life, tsukishima?" you sneer back, narrowing your eyes. "you like thinking about who i fuck like a pervert?"

you tilt your head as he presses his lips into a line.

"come on, tell me," you press venomously, chest to chest with him. "you think about how i spread my legs for them? touch yourself wishing it was you? get fucking real, kei. you only hate me because you want to fuck me that badly."

you're face to face with him now and you can feel his breath across your face. his chest heaves with anger, as does yours and the obscene words you've just said. then, you kiss him.

he immediately starts kissing you back, hands coming up to rest on against your hips. he bites at you first, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip and you laugh at the display, tugging at his shirt to get him to take it off.

there's a desperate hunger inside of you, clawing to feel his skin, to feel the warmth of it pressed against you. you hate him so badly that touching him almost hurts. it makes you want to scream in the best possible way. you want to make him cry, to see him crumble under your fingertips. there's this terrible desire to consume him entirely.

when his chest is exposed, you quickly pull yourself over his hips to straddle him, letting him sit up to meet you halfway. the expanse of his chest presses against yours and you groan under it's warmth, rolling your hips to sate the desperation rising in you. kei grows hard underneath you, pressing against your inner thigh as he drags his tongue down your neck and bites hard on your shoulder. you yelp, laughing to yourself. who'd have thought kei had it in him.

"was i right?" you tease angrily, pushing him backward hard enough that he bounces. "you think about me fucking all those other guys and wish it was you, kei?"

you tongue down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, which heaves harder the lower you get. under your chest, you feel his cock stir.

"i fucking hate you," he grits his teeth, color painting his cheeks.

"yeah?" you say, pressing your mouth to his bulge. "well, i can't fuckin' stand you either."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #bro im so HMG #I DESIRE TO BREAK HIM!!!! #tw: biting #ask games

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: There are so many below, I went a little overboard with this request lol

Imagine being a werewolf and Clark's girlfriend and him helping you when you go into heat.

------- Imagine -------

You had been outside gardening to try and relax, the movement of your muscles and the sweat dripping on your body helping you focus and calm your racing thoughts. Focus, because you had been distracted, moody, and your muscles aching in a way they hadn’t been almost since before you turned. You should have realized what was happening. All the signs were there. You knew the lore, the history, hell had even sought many of your kind to make sure you knew anything and everything to be able to live and even thrive with this curse turned blessing. You just didn’t think, didn’t pay attention like you should have so your heat literally knocked you on your ass.  You had been just about to head inside as a light rain had started when it hit you, the first wave of your stomach muscles cramping followed by a bloom of wet pleasure pain had you on your hands and knees panting. The following waves had you shuttering and gripping the wet grass under your palms as you let out a yell.

“Clark!” You yelled, pain and heat and pleasure all racking your body as you attempted to craw on the wet ground toward your house. You could feel every drop of rain on your hot skin, felt your clothes begin to stick to you as you curled in a ball giving up moving. You shuddered, hugging yourself and biting your lip so hard it bled. The bleeding got worse as your teeth began elongate and your eyesight becoming clearer as you partially shifted to withstand some of the pain. “Clark.” You tried to yell again but this time his name came out more of a moan as your body shuddered against your will.

+

He could hear your pained cry from the next town over where he had been buying groceries for your dinner. He immediately stopped and ran out the door, getting far enough away for no one to see before flying swiftly back to your house. He was soaked by the time he arrived, and when he circled your home, he found your curled in a ball on the wet grass. He approached you carefully, looking around for any threats as he moved. “(Y/N), baby, what happened?” He asked moving to wipe your hair from your face. When your eyes finally meet his they were large and glowing golden. “What do you need (Y/N)?��� He asked more firmly, knowing you would have a harder time focusing the more you shifted.

+

You suppressed the moan as his hand grazed your cheek as it moved your hair aside. You could barely hear him over the blood pounding in your ears, but when you finally looked at him and he asked what you needed you didn’t suppress the moan this time. Instead, you crawled into his arms with a strength that would have knocked a human over but he simply gripped you and stood to move you inside out of the rain. “You.” You whispered as he carried you and you couldn’t help but lean in and lick the rain from his skin, his taste filling your mouth and his scent filling your nose. You heard him groan but he didn’t stop as he moved you to the inside of the house. “I need you.” You said, a growl reverberating in your chest as you gripped him tighter. Clark looked down on you, his eyes scanning over your body and you knew even with your body distracting you that he was checking you for injuries. “Please Clark.” You said and when you cupped his cheek you noticed your claws had come out. He took one more look at you and even through the haze of lust you were scared that his reaction to your partial shift would be disgust, but then you were moving, and fast. So fast, that you barely had enough time to blink before your back hit the soft down of your bed and then Clark’s much large body forced your legs open as he crawled between them.

“Fuck, do you know how you look right now.” He said as he ground his hips against your core causing you to arch and claw at his back, his skin not even breaking as a loud moan left your mouth. Your body’s needs became unbearable as Clark continued to grind against you, his cock hard against his pants as he rolled his hips. You clenched your thighs against him muscles tensing as his body moved. “Clark, please….I need…god, pleas just fuck me.” You begged, eyes watering in need as your canines ached in your mouth in the desire to bite and claim.

“You’re sure?” he asked, leaning up and using one hand to wipe the tears from your face.

“God, yes please.” You said, reaching between you to all but tear off you leggings and underthings as Clark undid his pants. He had only just done that when you pulled him back on top of you, too impatient to worry about the rest of your clothes. Clark gripped his cock and ran it against your slit. “So wet already.” He whispered and as his cockhead brushed your clit you let out a high-pitched whine. Pleas and begs came out of your mouth fast as you thrashed beneath him, no longer in control of your body. Clark gripped your hip hard to hold you still as he slowly guided his cock into you. Your body was hot, wet, and already pulsing around him as he sheathed himself fully. He threw back his head on a shout of pleasure trying to keep himself under control before curling protectively over you.

On his next thrust you cried out and raked your nails down his unbreakable skin to grip his ass and tug him harder. “More, I need more.” You begged. You lifted your hips, threw your head back, gripped and pulled trying to force him to take you harder, faster. He fought against your hold easily, maintaining a steady pace that was driving you mad. You almost cried with your next moan as you let yourself go limp against him unable to fight him. Clark’ smiled and his grip on your hip loosened. He moved his ands next to your head to brace himself and made longer, slower thrusts that had you feeling every inch of his cock as he withdrew and entered. You gasped ad grabbed his shoulders as he moved like that again and again eliciting every pleasured noise he could from you. The long steady strokes built your pleasure so painfully slowly that when you finally came every nerve in your body felt like it was burning as star bursts of pleasure exploded behind your eyes. You body quaked and you core clenched and pulsed so hard you could feel your arousal running down between your ass cheeks and spread over Clark’s balls and leg where he still moved against you.

Once the intense waves of you first orgasm passed you knew he thought you would lay limp and satiated beneath him; but that first touch of pleasure only ignited more need from your heat. You used this to your advantage and pushed with all the strength you could, only just barely managing to roll him beneath you. You had a sneaking suspicion he let you as he smiled up at you, but you couldn’t care less as you began to move yourself fast and hard above him. Clark watched as you eyes glowed brighter and you bit your lip again in need as you rolled you hips and felt his cock hit you deep. Clark groaned, his mouth opening to pant as you rid him faster. He reached up to you running his fingers over your lips until you opened for him. He thrust all his fingers except his thumb in your mouth and groaned when you licked and sucked them. “You can bite me, you won’t hurt me, and I trust you not to hurt yourself. Take what you need baby.”

“Mmmmf.” You groaned, biting down on his fingers knowing you wouldn’t hurt him but needing the pressure against you teeth to satiate your need to claim. With his fingers in your mouth, you moved faster and faster, Clark gripping your hip with his other hand to assist your movements as you took what you needed from him. Your next orgasm came just as fast and just as hard clenching his cock with unbearable pressure. Clark panted and then jerked as your felt sticky heat fill your core filling you and even leaking around where his cock was pressed against you. The smell and feel of his come had you quivering in aftershocks as your heat finally gave you a brief respite. You released his fingers from your jaw and collapsed against him.

His chest hair tickled your face as he panted beneath you and you nuzzled against it, enjoying the sweat and musk smell he gave off as your body let you rest briefly. “Want to tell me what’s going on now?” Clark asked, his breathing returning to normal as his arms came around you.

“Heat.” You mumbled, trying to rest as long as possible, knowing it wouldn’t last long until the next wave hit. Clark nodded, knowing as much as you on the subject. You had shared almost everything in the 2 years you had dated and this normally embarrassing predicament was an easy confession as you lay sweaty and exhausted and still mostly clothed against each other.

“Glad I was at least close by when it happened and not the other side of the world.” He said chuckling. The movement cause his semi hrd cock to shift in you mking you oan as you felt the heat and accompanying need slowly return.

“Clark, I don’t want to alarm you but this is far from over.”

“What do you mean?” He said slowly stroking your hair not realizing how your body was starting to react again. “A….a heat…” You said stuttering as you moved to rub your face against his chest sprading your scent on him and vice versa. “It can last for days.” You said, smiling at his shocked look before you sat up above him again.

#my imagines #gifs not mine #female reader #dceu #clark kent imagine #superman imagine #werewolves #supernatural!reader #spicy content #tw: biting #heat

[felswritingfire]

Could you do Dislyte Drew with breeding kink headcanons?

TW: Breeding Kink; Reader is described as AFAB but pronouns are not explicit; Other TW's will be added before the individuals snippets

Ok, so I know you only asked for Drew, but I had to throw in Sander and Freddy to make sure we had the Furry Triad lmao, so pls forgive for the two extras in there. Also I just went with an AFAB reader because, well, I know how those work lmaoooo also it's been a while since I've written smut so, just to be om the safe side jdkdkd

So if you'd like AMAB instead totes send in an ask!

(Extra note from Fel: I JUST READ THE HC PART AND I WROTE THESE AS FUCKING MINI SCENARIOS OMG, I'M SO SORRY, IF YOU WANT ME TO REWRITE THEM, YOU CAN TOTALLY ASK OMG 😭😭😭)

Drew:

TW: Whiny Drew; Dom leaning Reader; Sub leaning Drew; Begging

“Are you alright, love?” Drew’s voice was gentle against the shell of your ear, his wet nose nuzzling against your sweaty neck. You shivered as his long, pink tongue licked slow stripes against your pulse. “We can-” he let out a labored breath at the way you pulsed around him- “we can take a break- you’ve already helped me so much, I don’t want to-” his ramble cut off into a moan as you squeezed your legs harder around his thin waist, pulling him close to you. 

He had already cum in you twice, but he was still hard- pulsing with want and need inside of you. You were already so sensitive, but the desperate, ghost of whines that you sound from the back of his throat, like he was in physical pain, and how could you possibly leave him like that? So, once again, you grind your hips against his the best you can- pulling him as deep as he’ll go. “It’s ok-” you whimper- “I’ll be ok- move, baby, move.”

A full body shiver rushes over him and in a sudden, fluid movement, he’s squeezing you close to him as he begins to piston himself in and out of you. “Thank you! Th-thank you, my darling- my good darling- my sweet darling-” he slurs, rubbing his muzzle against your cheek- “you’re so good to me- so, so sweet and caring and- and-” 

His words began to bleed together as his thrusts became sloppier, hips shaking as he chased his high. He pulled away from you, pausing for a moment in his movements to push your shoulders down and pressing you against the mattress. 

You can’t help but think he looks beautiful like this: ears flickering wildly, his purple eyes bright with energy, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth- Drew looks like an utterly, perfect mess.

A moan rips out of your throat at the sudden explosion of pleasure from the stimulation of his thumb rubbing firm circles on your sensitive clit. 

You barely  caught his mumbles as high pitched begging: “please cum with me- please, please, please, darling- please, I’ll do anything for you. I love you, I love you. Cum, cum, cum, cum-”

It was enough to push you over the edge. You convulsed around him, reaching out to him and dragging him down as soon as he leaned back down, his arms buckling from being suddenly dragged into his climax as well. You cling onto him, hips spasming as you ride out your orgasm.  

Your stomach feels so heavy with heat, cum threatening to spill out of the sides of Drew’s knot as it locks into you. 

Drew is still trembling by the time he regains his composure, his ears flickering forward and a heat flushing over him. “Ah, darling, may we go one more time? Please?”

Freddy:

TW: Dirty Talk; Pet Play(?); use of the word ‘pet’ (not on Freddy); Implied Size Kink; Mentions of a Knot (he’s a wolf, duh- bro got furrified, we die like men)

You felt like the air was being pressed out of your chest as the fat head of Freddy’s dick pushed into you You couldn’t believe that it was only the head- it was already giving you such a burning stretch, causing a tremble in your lower belly and a gush of fluid to come out of you. You trembled, face flushing deeper in embarrassment. 

“Oh, fuck-” Freddy choked, rocking his hips back a forth, only barely pressing himself in and out of you- “how is the rest of me gonna fit?”

You didn’t know if he was talking to you, but you hoped he wasn’t because he began to put more weight into his short thrusts, bit by bit his length sheathing inside of you and stretching you wider and wider; the veins on the underside of his shaft were throbbing against your gummy walls, the heaviness settling inside of you as if it was weighing itself in your throat. 

You yelped when he gave a rougher thrust, lifting you by your hips and bullying his way into you. Tears weighed heavy on your lash line as the sudden zing of pain and over sensitivity shot up your spine. “F-Freddy-”

“No- no- ah-” he hunched forward, resting all his weight on one thick, burly arm next to your head. His snout nuzzled against your throat as his fur shifted like waves in shivers. “Fuck- try to relax- ‘m gonna cum too early if you don’t.” He was already slurring his words, almost like he was drunk. And maybe he was because you weren’t faring any better with how hazy your brain was beginning to get. 

‘-gonna cum too early-’ Your brain clung to that tiny phrase like a lifeline. You could already see the way he’d bare his teeth, how drool would come from the sides of his mouth, the tight crease between his eyebrows- fuck, he’d be so fucking pretty. You squeezed around him, a pulse of arousal causing your walls to clamp around his thick cock.

He whined, whole body shaking like an earthquake. He sucked in a deep breath, yellow eyes flashing with a warning. “Don’t- don’t do that, unless you want me to fuck you into the matress.”

You let out a moan at that- wanton, needy. 

A nasty smirk pulled at his lips. “Oh? You like the thought of that? The thought of your big man fucking you like a bitch in heat?” He started to rock his hips, grinding against you, much needed pressure being applied to your clit. You trembled, mouth hanging open in soft pants. “Fuckin’ fill ya up til’ you can’t take anymore?” Each word was emphasized with a hard thrust and growl. “Maybe I’ll plug you up with a knot- had to get used to that thing, you know? It’ll be a stretch-” his grin grew, eyes swirling with an almost unhinged sense of energy- “we can make it fit? Don’t ya think? You’ll be a good pet for me while I fuck you and fill you up over-” you almost choked on your spit when he suddenly grabbed you by the undersides of you knees and practically folded you in half- “and over-” he began to thrust fast, moaning loud in your ear as all you could do was cling to him, your voice high pitched and whiney with almost screams from each thrust- “and over again. Would you just love that, baby?”

Sander: 

TW: Sander is fucking mean; Overstimulation; Sadistic Tendencies (Sanders); Biting/Nipping; Blatant Dom/Sub Dynamics; Dirty Talk (use of the reader being called ‘whore’ , 'slut' and ‘toy’)

Sander had your chest pressed flat to his desk, his hips jackhammering into you without a care for your own pleasure. The hard edge of the wood dug into your stomach. “S-Sander,” you whimper. “S’hurts- p-please just a little more gentle-” your plea is interrupted by a yelp ripped out of you as the Espers’ huge hand grabs your arm and pulls you back, forcing your back to arch at an uncomfortable angle. 

“You asked for this- now stop complaining and be a good whore.” He bit out, tilting his hips up to fuck into you. 

Stars exploded behind your eyes, your legs trembled with the effort of standing up. Your shoulder was sore with bite marks and bruises from where he had nipped at you. He seemed more frustrated than normal today, using you as his main source of stress relief. 

He leans over his chest pressed flush against your back, his hip movements precise and calculating. His breath was hot against your ear, “you like this don’t you?” His voice was gravelly, low in his throat. “Like being a good little toy for me don’t you? The perfect fucking slut for me to spill myself into.” His breathing began to get labored, his thrusts becoming more firm, more sporadic. 

The air in your throat being jostled out of you as he pulls your hips back against him. You try to call out his name, try to whimper out how good you feel when he shoves his long fingers into your mouth. He holds your tongue down, giving the rough command of: “suck.” 

And you do. Eyes watering as you try your best to purse your lips and lathe your tongue over the two digits, even as he pushed them further down your throat. You gagged and he let out a breathless laugh that quickly bled into a long, drawn out moan as his dick twitched. His hand darted down to your clit and he began to rub rough circles into it. The electric pleasure dancing up and down your back had you twitching and letting out muffled whining, the tears finally spilling over your cheeks. 

The pain of sharp fangs digging into your shoulder made you shudder, tipping you into your orgasm, your body spasming around him and your legs almost buckled from under your if Sander wasn’t holding you up, almost squeezing the breath out of you with how tightly his arms squeezed you against him. He let out a guttural growl, his movements stopping all together as he pressed himself as far into you as possible. The heat of his cum causes you to shudder again, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden over stimulation. 

The room was silent for a moment, Sander having pulled his fingers out and allowing you to lean against the now cold desk, catching your breath, before you let out a startled yelp as he dragged his hips out again, slowly. 

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” 

#not a reblog. #dislyte x reader #dislyte drew #dislyte freddy #dislyte sander #drew x reader #sander x reader #freddy x reader #n/sfw #tw: cussing #tw: breeding #tw: biting #x reader #afab reader #gn reader #i couldn't *not* add the other two ok???? #THEY COME AS A PACK #no pun intended but I digress

[multicolour-ink]

Cursed Immortal AU

Summary

This AU deals with “The Cursed Immortals” - basically like vampires. They can infect and turn people with a bite, and as of now there is no cure...

Quirks of the Cursed Immortals includes skin burning in the sun, a taste for life force, and a more aggressive personality. They also have pale greyish skin, and purple coloured eyes.

Story

- Luigi gets attacked by and turned into a Cursed Immortal. And it’s not long after that effects start to take place. He tries to keep this hidden as long as possible, but Mario soon finds out.

- The older brother is of course devastated, and vows to get Luigi back to normal and find a cure with him.

- Luigi’s new instincts and powers get stronger by the day, but surprisingly, he has not attacked or drained Mario’s life force. Anytime he feels the urge, something stops him...

- At one point, another Immortal tries to kill and drain Mario. Luigi kills them.

- After many months of travelling and searching, they don’t seem to be making any progress, and they learn that there is no cure. Luigi is stuck like this forever.

- Mario, unable to bare seeing his brother be burdened with this, makes a decision on the spot. Without a shred of doubt, he asks Luigi to bite him so he can become an Immortal with him.

- Luigi is of course against this. Why should Mario suffer because of him? His brother deserves much better than this. He’s best to just leave him, forget him...Leave him to wander alone because that’s all Immortals are doomed to do...

- Mario gets very upset at this, and firmly tells his brother that he wants this. Luigi has done nothing wrong, and if fate is deciding that there is no way out of this, Mario would rather shoulder that with him. They’re a team, always together, and he can’t bare the idea of having either of them be alone...

- Luigi finally agrees. In the bathing moonlight, the night where their lives will change forever, they hold each other tight - Luigi taking in Mario’s warm mortal form one last time. With a firm nod of permission from his brother, Luigi (with slight hesitation) bites down on Mario’s neck.

- Instantly Mario can feel the venom swarming around inside his body, transforming him. It’s painful and everything hurts. But he knows it’s not Luigi’s fault. He holds him closer, trying to communicate via his touch that everything is fine. It’s all going to be ok. This is what he wants. He trusts his beloved twin more than anything, and just knowing it’s Luigi that’s turning him, being as gentle as possible, makes Mario feel much more at ease.

- After some time Luigi finally stops. Mario is lightheaded, his skin already turning pale, and his eyes becoming a shade of purple. He also has two bite marks on his neck. But he’s ok. Mario smiles at Luigi reassuringly, knowing it worked.

- Even though their new lives and future now look uncertain, they know they will be ok as long as they have each other...

- Deciding that it is best to start somewhere new (for their equally new immortal life), they move far away and become dark shadow hunters (creatures and cursed beasts who prey on the living) to protect innocents. They live on a diet of animal blood and plant sap.

Miscellaneous things

-  Bites (also knows as “Marks” created by a turning can vary. Most are on the neck, but they can be found in other places. They will always leave scars as proof of the turning.

- Most Cursed Immortals can get an idea of how Marks were created just by looking at them: whether it was aggressive, forced etc.

- Luigi has a bite on his left wrist and multiple on his right arm.

- Mario’s neck bites become neat round scars

- At one point Mario and Luigi come across another Immortal clan: and they instantly notice Mario’s Marks are different. They look more clean. More gentle.

- The clan leader asks who turned him. And Mario, with a glance at Luigi and pride in his voice says “My brother.”

- Older Immortals can figure out the story behind Marks more quickly. If an elder Immortal saw the marks on Luigi and Mario - they can get somewhat of an idea as to what happened.

- Mario's being so clean is symbolic, because it tells all that his turn was all a choice. It was not a change that was forced onto him - but a choice of LOVE for his brother.

- The Bros also get powers when becoming Immortals. Mario can appear clocked in fire, and be able to make fire in his hands; Luigi can create thunderstorms and create lighting in his hands.

#phew ok here is is #new au yay! #don't expect a lot more to be added to this au - as this isn't normally in my interests #but figured people would enjoy this :) #special thanks to all the love and support towards all my au ideas <3 #super mario #mario #luigi #angst #the super mario bros movie #super mario movie #mario movie #super mario au #mario au #cursed immortal au #mario and luigi #these bros ready to ride and die with each other #even into immortal life <3 #tw: body mutilation #tw: biting #tw: pain #tw: assault #tw: forced change #tw: trauma #tw: bodily harm #adding tags just in case

[saltymongoose]

🔞 [THE KISS] 🔞 - How They React to a Vampire!Player's Bite ft. The Main 4

I'm so glad to finally be posting this, sorry for the long the wait. 😅 You guys know the deal, minors do not interact in any way, heed the tags and TWs. Other than this, enjoy! <3

(TW: !Minors Do Not Interact!, Extremely Suggestive Content, Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, Biting, Descriptions of Blood, Reader is a sadist again lol) [Part 1 - WORLD WITHOUT LOGOS] ←

As it turns out, your vessels were more than happy to accommodate you in every way possible, and this includes your dependence on vitae - blood.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't expect a positive, if not outright excited reaction to the idea of you feeding on them. (After spending so much time around them, their amusing amount of possessiveness over you wasn't something you could ignore.) However, their complete lack of regard for their own safety was still something you found concerning. Especially when you let them know that you took more than just blood from your vessels.

You let them in on this when you were trying to warn them: “Well, besides the fact that you might die, another effect of a mortal getting fed on by a Vampire is that said Vampire can get your soul, or part of it,” you had said flatly. A look at their stunned and weirdly awe-filled expressions was enough to prompt you to continue before they asked any questions.

"Most kindred don’t have the ability to do that, but I do. It’s one of the things that makes me so powerful if I go overboard with the feeding. If I drain you dry, your entire soul is mine, period. I already know you’re going to ask, but even if I don’t kill you by feeding, and the loss of that part of your soul won’t have much of an effect if any, it’s still important. If I get your blood in my mouth and I swallow it, a part of who you are will belong entirely to me. Forever."

You thought that would be a deal breaker for them. Surely giving up something so important to a monster like yourself wouldn't be desirable in any way, right? Wrong. Which you admit you honestly should've expected.

On the contrary, the thought of you legitimately owning part of their souls was actually exciting to them. Even the more level-headed grunts of your troupe couldn’t help the flush that overtook their faces as they silently mused on how wonderful it’d be to have such a thing happen; to be yours in the most literal sense possible and have the essence of their existence belong to you (as it should). They even thought it sounded romantic, really. Your fated partner having a part of your very being integrated into theirs, so that you’ll never truly be away from them (even in death).

Your vessels were touched by how much you cared about their safety, but that didn’t stop how tantalizing being bitten by you appeared to be. They want you to own them. So no, of course they wouldn’t dare let anyone else have the privilege of receiving “The Kiss” from you (as your kind called it). And you weren't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth (blood from the willing always tasted far better anyway), so you accepted their little proposal, to their absolute delight.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Hank has zero hesitancy whatsoever in regard to you biting him, having wanted to bear your mark from the moment you first met. In his eyes, your relationship was one of ownership already; he was your vessel and you were his Player. (The only one he’d allow to control his every movement without question, the individual who he respected and loved enough to give himself to completely.) Being bitten by you would serve to make your claim on him open and obvious, so the fact that you would be bound together through his soul afterward was just a bonus if anything.

Perhaps this is what makes him so incredibly impatient whenever it’s his turn to receive The Kiss from you. His trembling and rushed movements are symptoms of the excitement he feels at getting closer to being marked by you. You can feel it especially well when he's yanked you into his lap, pressing you so tightly together that you have to bend backward to look him in the face. He beats you to it when you try to undo his coat and bandages, nearly ripping the offending cloth away before leaning into your shorter form. (You give him a look when he turns his head to bare his neck to you. It hasn't even been five minutes since you started.) Honestly, it seems like Hank is on the verge of somehow forcing your teeth into his neck himself most of the time.

Biting Hank also comes with an additional stipulation. With most of your vessels, you do a quick bite - one that you can cover up and heal quickly. Thing is, Hank doesn't want you to pierce him with just your canines. Instead, he prefers for all of your teeth to penetrate his skin; the full mark of your bite left indented in his flesh is what he truly needs. You’re fine with it, of course, even if it’s a bit unorthodox for vessels you actually mean to keep alive.

Hank is surprisingly noisy when you feed on him. His breaths grow more and more labored when your maw's sharpened razors begin to stab into him, sinking into his skin easily as you squeeze your jaws down and sending an odd jolt of heat to his lower body. Another harsh nudge of your teeth further into his neck is met with a low groan from him, the noise muffled from behind his mask.

(He's never felt anything like it. The sharp sting blooms into an intoxicating mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure, only made better by the way he can feel your lips pulling into a smile when he pants.

The haze from your bite clouds his mind until he’s lost in the euphoric feeling of you finally showing him everything you try to hide: The animalistic nature of your hunger that he only sees in fights, the cruel, amused laughs you make when another moan or whine leaves his mouth, and how you nip playfully, painfully, at his bite to elicit more noises from him. It’s overwhelming in the best of ways…but it’s still never enough.)

The slow draw of his blood from you sucking at his wounds makes him want more of something, igniting an urge for him to completely surrender everything to you. It's something you realize early on, with how you're able to read your vessel's minds like this.

He tries to satiate that incessant need by leaning further into your form to try and catch your fangs deeper into his skin, attempting to silently persuade you into making this even bloodier than it began. Perhaps even trying to force you further into his lap, caging you tighter to him in the hopes that the closeness of you pressed against every part of him would somehow stop that hunger for more of whatever you can give him. It doesn't work, though, and you can tell from the way his hips shift underneath you, and the tightening grip that threatens to force the tips of his claws into you that he's getting frustrated with it. (He can’t even explain why he feels so discontent; this is what he wanted, but it still aches. He has to have more, he needs it-)

However amusing (or perhaps even cute) you find his uncharacteristically desperate movements and noises to be, you acknowledge that you probably should give him some small kindness to alleviate that pull you know he’s feeling. Considering how you can't drain him dry, your chosen remedy is simple. Bite him again. The sudden burst of pain is enough to pull a choked moan from him, his purrs rumbling even louder as you tear another deep mark into his flesh. And then you do it again. And again.

You aren't really sure why it works, but you can tell from how the tension in him seems to be winding tight and how his body is starting to tremble that it’s at least a suitable distraction. This, and the fact that the only thing you can read from his mind is a hazy sense of happiness and adoration (odd, considering what you were. If you happened to be more careful in pulling your teeth from him after that, and soothing the wounds with your tongue, then it was purely coincidental.)

Of course, it’s not like Hank always stands perfectly still when you do this. He’s obedient to a fault, especially to you, but you honestly can’t expect him to just sit there and take it when you’re moving around in his lap and marking him repeatedly like that. So when you inevitably end up pinned somewhere with Hank’s panting form looming above you, blood dripping down onto you from the collar of bites you've left on him, you suppose you only have yourself to blame. Tempting the beast, and all that.

Either way, you've probably been full for a few minutes and the extra bites are always more for his benefit than anything. It won’t fully sate that deep-seated need he has for more from you. Nothing will, until you do more to claim him as your kind would.

But watching him almost frantically pull his mask down before slamming his mouth against yours in a bloody kiss, and feeling the way his weight rests on you heavily to seek out more contact tells you that this has been at least somewhat satisfying for him. Although, you'd be a fool to assume he'd calm down quickly from this high you've given him and let you go just because you think you're finished. (If he croaks from blood loss, he figures Doc can just bring him back again. Right?)

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned tries to approach you biting him in a clinical, professional manner, he really does. He insists on doing it in a sterile environment, even taking a shower beforehand so he’s completely clean for you. He sits at his desk and has his tablet in front of him in case he needs to record information on anything odd he’s feeling. He wants to treat these occasions as research in addition to something just to feed you. However, he never actually fulfills that objective, no matter how many times you do this.

Doc tries to ask you questions about the process while you stand over him, lifting his jaw and tilting his head to the side to get a better view of his neck. You find it really funny since it’s obvious he’s trying to get himself together. The cracks in his composure start to show when you bring your face closer to his, and he stumbles over a few words. That’s nothing compared to how he gets when you respond to his inquiries, though, lips and the edge of a sharp canine ghosting over his skin.

(“We’re lucky I’m not from one of the more…picky clans. Some of us can only drink from really specific types of humans, and I’d probably starve if I was restricted by that,” you muse quietly, paying no mind to how your lips press slightly to his throat on some of your words. What you do notice is how 2B’s breath hitches from it. You tilt your head and breathe out a silent chuckle. You can’t even tell if he got anything you just said. “What, no questions?” He flinches a bit. So he wasn't focusing on what you were saying. How interesting.)

His hold on his composure only slips further once you bite him. The press of your teeth is met with a sharp inhale, and he tenses up when they pierce his skin. You won’t hear any obvious noises from him, at least nothing he doesn’t attempt to muffle. With your hearing though, it isn’t difficult to pinpoint the little gasps he tries to hide when you nudge your sharp fangs a little deeper into his flesh, nor is it hard to tell that he's fighting to keep his breath stable.

He’ll try to continue asking questions, only to fade off in the middle of them, completely losing his train of thought as you drink from him. In Doc's defense, having you so close and sucking at his neck is enough to stop him from thinking; his head feels fuzzy, and he isn’t sure if that distinct warmth he feels building in him is from your vampirism or your traits as the Player. He can admit to himself that it feels...good. Too good, actually. It's enough to make him achingly self-aware of his own reactions, and to compel him to at least try not to act so “out of line” with you there.

(You're someone he considers a sort of superior; your status as his Player demands the utmost respect; even if you're biting his neck and draining his blood, he has to keep some level of decorum with regard to that. It's difficult, with how a large part of him wants to just give in to the feeling of you, but he tries to manage it.)

Sometimes you might try to get him to let go of this facade he's so desperate to hold onto. (You don't want him worrying about something like this since it really doesn't matter to you, and the experience would be so much better for him if he just relaxed for a change.) This could mean letting your tongue linger for a bit longer as you lick up his blood, or nibbling at the edges of the wound harshly so the bruise of it'll stay for a while longer.

Does it work 100% of the time? No. But it's a convenient challenge to focus on when you're ensuring your focus doesn't fall entirely into draining him. Though if you want a guaranteed way to break Doc, you found that outright telling him how good you think he tastes works exceedingly well. It's enough to make him choke back a small moan, so you consider it a success. The blush you see sweeping across his skin, even visible on his jaw and neck, makes it even better.

2BDamned knows that you do this just to make his attempt at a professional demeanor slip. It's obvious from how he can feel you grin once you manage to get something substantial out of him, which causes his face to burn hotter. He doesn't know what to do with the knowledge that you seem genuinely pleased when this happens, and embarrassingly enough, he can even feel himself beginning to purr when it does. He stiffens when he feels the rumbles starting to build up; it's like that animalistic part of him is satisfied by how happy you are when his instincts begin to break through. (They are an important part of him, even if he keeps it hidden most of the time.)

2B also tends to go far longer than the others do with letting you feed. He’ll allow you to drink from him for a concerning amount of time before doing anything to try and alert you, whether it be outright telling you that he can’t go on further or tapping you to signal that something’s changed in his condition. Even if he's starting to feel exhausted, he doesn't feel the need to stop you. Not with his claws digging painfully into the palms of his hands as he fights the urge to make more noises (he'd die of mortification if he lets another loud whine slip from him again). Not even when he shifts back into his seat to stop from squirming too much at the euphoric feeling of you draining him. The motivation just isn't there.

He'd never openly admit it, but he feels far too good to. (And it's not like he can think of a pragmatic way to do it with his head so foggy.) It's probably because of your abilities, but he also concludes it's also connected to how he's essentially being marked by you. Claimed as yours in the way that grunts have always staked such importance on. He likes it, to put it simply. It's fulfilling, and he relishes in the event as much as he can. Of course, you receiving part of his soul along with his blood was not something he initially expected, but with Nevada's poor excuse of an afterlife, he thinks it's the best option. He wants to give all that he was to you, and you spending so much time marking him worked perfectly with that. Even if it makes him weak, why would he ask you to quit when the positives so obviously outweighed the negatives?

This means it typically falls on you to stop this, which you do with little fanfare. You may or may not press a little kiss on his jaw to soothe him after working over the wound with your tongue (just so it heals up all nicely, an effect of your saliva), earning another pleased sigh from him, but you hold off on a lot of what you could do. You figure with how Doc is, the nicest thing is to let him try to regain his composure. Even if it takes a lot, with how boneless he looks under you and how red he is, even with all that blood loss. You can tell his heart is beating unnaturally fast, but you're blind to how he's looking at you in an almost lovesick daze. You smile at him and he shifts in his seat. You still have his blood on your lips.

At this moment, he usually wonders if it's disappointment he feels at you not continuing and doing more with him. It only takes receiving your Kiss a few times to realize that this is entirely correct, and a couple more for him to start formulating ways to get you to stay.

- [SANFORD] -

For someone who faces the chance of getting grievously injured nearly every day, Sanford is surprisingly nervous leading up to your bite. He doesn’t talk that much or shift around a lot, instead just fidgeting a little with his hands and stiffening up when you come closer. It’s almost like he’s trying to mentally prepare himself for it, which you can understand. Being bitten by you is incredibly overwhelming, even for other vampires.

You’re more gentle with Sanford from the get-go since you don’t want to take him off guard too much or make him uncomfortable. The added gentleness is obvious from how you softly rest your hands on him and slowly work him through some of the steps you’re doing, even outright telling him when you're about to bite him. You're careful in a way you rarely show to others, and it makes his heart start to beat faster before your lips even touch him.

Sanford is incredibly restrained whenever you officially start one of these encounters. The nervousness shows, but he tries to steel his facial expression to keep it down, biting back a noise when you finally cut into him with your teeth. He can feel your hands moving, fingers tracing comforting circles as you tighten your jaws to pull blood from him, and he shifts slightly, turning his head to both bare his neck more to you and hide his flustered expression. You haven’t even really begun draining him, but he’s already getting overwhelmed. 

(A reaction he blames on how grunts are. It’s only natural to get flustered if someone you like romantically incidentally claims you with a piercing bite, especially when it’s in such a visible spot. He knows you're aware of this too, which only makes the reaction worse. Is it really so outlandish to assume that you welcome this idea of officially staking a claim on him, since you showed zero hesitance to continue after being informed? He hopes not.)

The grunts have always felt very warm to you due to your vampirism, but you’re a little shocked by just how hot he feels. If it were Deimos, you could blame it on pyrokinesis, but with Sanford it's more worrying. You were relieved to find that it was simply his blush that made him like this. It seems this flusters him more than you initially thought it would. (How odd it is, that he’s able to get so red when you’ve started draining him of his blood.)

To your joy, you can actually feel him relax into your grip when you gingerly remove your teeth, even if he tenses up the slightest bit when you run your tongue over the opening you made, testing to see if the bite was deep enough. Honestly, Sanford thought it’d be painful at first, maybe with some numbness mixed in. But when your lips seal onto his neck and you suck at his split skin, he realized that it’s the exact opposite. The feeling of your mouth on him, pressing roughly onto his flesh as you tongue at the cuts where his life essence spills from is one that makes heat curl in his gut.

Despite how hard Sanford tries to remain quiet, not wanting to be inappropriate when you’re only doing this for food, he can’t stop noises that leave his throat; little cut-off moans and deeper groans, even a few breathy whines and gasps. He's purring too of course, the rumbling echoes in your ears while you busy yourself with pulling blood from his body.

It's shameful for him since he worries he's putting you off by acting this way, but he just can't stop it. It feels so good, to have you leaving a mark on his flesh and pressed so close to him. The painful sting of the wound only elevates the sensation, and the tension in him winds tighter every time your sharp teeth graze him. He has to do something with this weird longing he feels, whether it be making noises or subconsciously reaching up to rest his hands on you to ground himself. You let him pull you closer with no complaint.

You really don't care about how he acts, of course; it's a completely natural reaction to what you're doing. The biggest reaction you'll give is a chuckle when he gives a particularly loud moan, or a small exhale in amusement when you notice how his hips jolt when your thighs brush his. Seems noises aren't all you can get from him if the way he seems to seek contact with all of you is any sign.

Shame can wait until after you're finished, when the high of having you biting him and sucking his blood has faded away. At the moment, he's too lost to the heat from your actions and the hazy, painful pleasure of your Kiss. It's paired with an odd duality from you; the gentleness you show in all aspects except for the way you nip at his skin and suck harshly, as though you want the "hickey" you leave to last for days afterward. He can't tell if he feels lightheaded from blood loss or just being overwhelmed by your actions, but either way, he wants more.

(Or perhaps he just wants you to desire more from him. He knows you already get a part of his soul from this, but he still aches for you to take him completely. He knows that it's probably an irrational thought, since this is probably just a side effect of losing a part of himself, but the overwhelming need is still there.)

However, Sanford at least has the sense to stop instead of insisting you go on. You don't often push him too far, but if he ever feels like he's starting to get too weak, he'll tell you as best he can manage. (Or maybe just nudge you pointedly if he can’t muster the words, which happens.) You're quick to pull away as soon as you notice, taking a quick glance over him to check for any serious signs of blood loss. It’s nothing too bad but you still agree that you should stop, so you give him a soft look before slowly returning to the wound to close it. He shudders when he feels your cold tongue swiping over him, and you pause for a moment to make sure he’s alright before continuing. You’re honestly really sweet to him when you end your “sessions”; you even whisper a small thank you to him after you’re completely finished, sometimes accompanying it with a soft peck to his cheek.

Sanford questions if he’s more embarrassed by his reaction to your bite, or at how something so simple and innocent almost makes him just as flustered. In any case, it’ll provide him enough motivation to ask you to stay, at least for a little while. He’d like the company while he recovers, he reasons, and you accept the proposal every time. It’s a good way to monitor him (plus it’s just nice to cuddle into Sanford's side while he rests, not gonna lie). If Sanford happens to play up his condition a little more to get you to remain with him for another hour or five, then the others will just have to put up with it. (Forever would be better, he'd muse to himself as he tightens his arms around you...Maybe becoming a Vampire wasn't such a bad idea after all.)

- [DEIMOS] -

If there’s one word you would use to describe how Deimos acts when you bite him, it’s restless. His clawed fingers tap repeatedly on your waist and thigh as you loom over him, and he squirms with anticipation when you bring your face closer to his skin and your hands move up to pull his coat off his shoulders. No matter how you try to ease him into it, whether by doing it when you’re already cuddling him or during your other more comfortably intimate moments, he just doesn’t stop fidgeting.

(If you were someone with less experience (or maybe if Deimos had been anyone else), you might’ve been annoyed. But you were in no rush, and truthfully, you found it to be a little endearing.)

This doesn’t stop when you actually bite him, either. He might pause and hold his breath when your lips brush his skin, swallowing roughly when you stop over a spot you like, but this halts the moment your teeth actually pierce him. A loud cry will leave his lips before teetering off into an airy whine, his legs knocking into yours as his hips jolt under yours, forcing you to rebalance yourself as you instinctually clamp your jaws down a bit tighter. Something you’d do as a warning for your more expendable sources of blood, but the pain just forces another raspy moan from him.

Deimos is one of the quickest to fully lose himself to the sensations of you biting him, his mind going fuzzy and thoughts spiraling until the only thing that’s tethering him to the moment is you. Maybe it’s something about you being a vampire, or that it’s you who’s doing it to him, but the only thing he can focus on is your lips pressing roughly to his skin as you suck his blood into your mouth, your hands cradling him so carefully, and the weight of you over his body.

Deimos is probably one of the most vocal vessels you’ve had the pleasure of drinking from as well. His whines, raspy moans, and ardent praises fill your ears when you suck at his wounds, lapping his life essence up with restrained delight. During those few seconds where you have to pull your lips away to reorient yourself (mainly to stop from getting too into it and draining him dry), he whimpers little pleas for you to come back.

(“Fuck-wait, nonono, don’t stop, please.” He begs, trying to hold you tighter when he feels you wrench your mouth away from him with a wet squelch. No, you can’t leave him like this, you wouldn’t- You just laugh and hold him tighter, pressing a few bloody kisses to his jaw in a move that makes him blush a deeper shade of red, if that’s even possible.)

If it weren’t for the fact that everybody knows what you’re doing, you might’ve considered using your abilities to stop him from being so loud. You happen to find it extremely amusing (and perhaps a little cute) though, and the self-satisfaction of reducing him to such a messy state is enough to stop you from even dwelling on the idea. Come to think of it, messy really is the perfect adjective to describe the state you reduce him to when you drink.

Especially with how his noises rise slightly in pitch with each rough suck to his wound and his clawed fingertips scratch at your skin, hips bucking up while he squirms underneath your form like he’s trying to seek out friction from you. The only intelligible words from him are little praises, curses, and begs, intermittent with panting, moans, and raspy purrs. It’s so funny, just how little inhibition he has with acting this way around you. Not that you blame him that much; it’s normal, and he just can’t help himself.

(This won’t stop him from being mortified by his behavior afterward. Even if you’re okay with it, since it’s pretty natural for those you feed on, you still shouldn’t be seeing him like this when the situation shouldn’t call for it. It just isn’t proper. Then again…what if you like it?)

Sometimes, if you’re feeling particularly generous, you’ll brace a hand on his chin, tilting his head down as you remove your bloodied mouth from his neck and allowing him to regain at least some of his composure. It doesn’t work a good majority of the time, since he typically just whines out a complaint and arches his back as a way to try and return that closeness you had before. You still ask questions about how he is to try and bring him back to the moment (“Dei, you feeling alright? Lightheaded? Dizzy?”), because you're responsible enough to make sure he isn’t too out of it. A sly grin spreads across your face when you lean closer and delicately wipe the drool from his lips with your thumb, gauging his facial expression as you wait for some semblance of a response. (Again, very messy.)

Occasionally you don’t get one though, because even if he’s suffering from the effects of blood loss, most of the time he won’t even acknowledge it. This is partly due to how your abilities work to dampen that realization (something you try to lessen by stopping for those few minutes), but more importantly because he just really wants your mouth back on him. Even if he’s starting to feel a slight weakness creeping up on him and his pulse is rising dangerously high, the sensation of your lips on his jugular and your tongue lapping at his wounds fills him with an odd, stirring warmth that’s just too good.

You’d say that Deimos is lucky you have a lot of self-control for a vampire, otherwise you think you'd completely devour him. His blood is almost addictive; thicker than the others is due to the nicotine he consumes, and almost sticky. It’s like syrup to you. The reactions you get out of him just make the idea more tempting, especially since you can tell that he seems to desperately need more contact with you, to press together and have you swallow him whole so you'll never be apart. But you can't do that.

By the time you’re finished with him, he looks utterly debauched. Purring and in a strange trance as he looks at your blood-coated lips, another desperate noise leaving him when you lean back further. It'll take him a while to recuperate and get back to "normal" after this, so you keep an eye on him for the time being. It's not like it's difficult to justify when he hasn't actually let you go yet.

A small thought comes to Deimos' mind when you start to clean him up, gently swiping the residual blood away from his skin with your tongue, your saliva working quickly to heal up his wounds. Maybe he can get you to leave the bite next time? Or better yet, make it permanent?

#minors dni #tw: suggestive #tw: yandere #tw: biting #You (trying to convince them that biting them is a bad idea): I will own part of your soul if I drink your blood. #Them: You prommy? 🥺 #vampire!reader #self aware m:pn au #my writing #minors do not interact #samau #player!reader #yandere hank j. wimbleton #hank j. wimbleton x reader #yandere deimos #deimos x reader #yandere sanford #sanford x reader #yandere 2bdamned #2bdamned x reader #yandere madcom #yandere madness combat #smut warning

[the-trashiest-of-the-trash]

Hello!! Can I make a request for the om! brothers and a vampire mc? The idea is so interesting to me ^3^

Older Brothers with Vampire MC

Of course! This is a pretty interesting idea. I'll do the younger brothers soon!

Content warning: discussions of blood / drinking blood, biting, general vampire stuff

Masterlist | More obey me content | Younger brothers

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Lucifer

Alright, this was NOT in the paperwork. Definitely not what he signed up for but at least you have some way of defending yourself with your strength and speed.

There's no sun in the Devildom, so you're safe in that regard, but what about eating? He'll ensure that you have sufficient, well, blood to eat (drink?? idk) and he's curious to see if different animals have different tasting blood

Since you can't exactly see yourself in a mirror he'll touch up your appearance if your collar is flipped or something, just little things he notices but he doesn't make a big deal out of it

How likely is he to let you drink his blood? 5/10, he would prefer you not but is he completely opposed? no. He'll ask if you have anything else to eat/drink and that's about the extent of his questioning.

Mammon

Probably forgets on multiple occasions that you are a vampire tbh lol you can pull off an amazing feat of strength and he'll be standing there like "oh yeah"

You fend off the witches when they go after him. He's supposed to be protecting you not the other way around! Won't admit that he enjoys it though

He wears rings, and if he had a silver one he would feel so bad if it hurt you! He wouldn't wear them around you after that. Heck, he almost gave up his jewelry all together but you convinced him to get some safer options

7/10 likely to let you drink his blood. Will probably say something like "You should be glad you're able to drink the Great Mammon's blood!" But then he asks if it'll hurt and you have to cuddle him after lol

Levi

He watched an anime with this exact plot! Asks about stuff and is amazed at the accuracy/inaccuracy

Really doesn't care that much about it? He might bring it up once in a while but doesn't think of it that much after that. You still watch shows with him and play games so your species doesn't impact him

He still invites you to conventions in the human realm, he just helps you blend in. He picks a cosplay that covers you up from the sun, and no one suspects a thing. You've won contests because you're such a convincing vampire lol

6/10 likely to let you drink his blood. Idk the guy is socially awkward and I really don't think he'll be able to give you a straightforward yes or no at first, you'll have to ask for an explicit yes or no, He's very nervous about it but afterwards, he's like "that's it?"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #tw: blood #tw blood #tw: biting #tw biting