"Dont bite me it hurts!" Oh baby, you don't mean that. Don't say such silly things like that! You love the feeling of my teeth sinking into your skin, the weakness you feel when I drain you of your blood, and the little moan you let out when I lick the spot I bit is adorable!
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Okay, sorry but the idea of just being the group whore sounds... fun?
A coven of witches, testing their most strange potions on you, paying you in kisses, kisses to practically everywhere on your body.
A castle of vampires, pulling you into coffins, having their fill of blood before playing with your weakened body, twisting and tugging and poking and licking, fascinated with how alive you still are.
A den of werewolves, one always inside you as she cooes about what a perfect parent you'll be when one of them finally succeeds in becoming a mother. I just. I don't know. Just thinking...
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heyy I was wondering if you could write for carmilla and a shy s/o?
(Ignore if you don’t feel like it! Tysm have a great day/night!)
𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
› ..your heart yearns for her, and her hands beckon your embrace. — i did write this with a fem reader in mind, but can be read as gn. i refuse to write male readers with carmilla bc she is so lesbian coded istg. ALSO!!!! sorry if this isnt much of a shy reader! but i did my best im sorry 💔💔 pls forgive me if u dont like it lol
“What is it, sweeting?” She murmured, hands holding your face. Her thumbs caressed your cheekbones, the skin swelling with heat.
“Nothing.” You simply said, averting her gaze. Your eyes drifted away from her blue ones, down to her crimson lips, to her pale neck, and to the carmine of her gown, and then to the gold upon her fingers. God, she was beautiful, one of the prettiest creatures you’d ever seen. However she let a smile play on her lips. It was small, corners flicking up in amusement.
“Nothing?” Carmilla repeated, her head tilting slightly, just slightly and leaning down closer to your face. “Your stares from afar are nothing?” She was teasing you, left hand moving to cradle the base of your skull, resting on the nape of your neck as her right went down to your jawline, thumb sliding over your lips.
You were cute, with your averted gaze and flushed expression. It was just like when she first met you, well, saw you. Your eyes never met hers, your voice was always quiet, too soft for her ears to catch. She picked up on your heart picking up whenever she walked near or caught your gaze, the pumps echoing throughout the walls of her palace. But now in these moments you were hers, wrapped on her finger, heart in her hands.
“Yes, nothing.” You flushed, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your weary gaze met hers, greeted with nothing but amusement and warmth.
Her lips parted into a grin, white fangs dipping ever so slightly into her bottom lip. Goodness, your voice. It was a melody, a string of perfection to her ears.
Soft, quiet, tender.
She had never loved much in this world, living a life of anguish, a life of contempt. But you… your spirit, your soul, damned to hell she was. Her love was sinful, unholy. Her heart had a yen for you, for centuries. For a love she did not know she needed.
“I have ached for you,” she murmured. “I have yearned for you. For centuries I did not know what caused my anguish.” Carmilla’s tone was tender. Something you only knew. “But you, my love. You cured it. For that, you have my undead heart, forever and always.”
You could feel the truth in her words, and your heart fluttered. You leaned into her touch, although it was cold, you warmed it.
Her lips touched yours, ghosting over your own. Her eyes were closed, as yours followed suit. Your blush grew hotter, a hand resting upon her shoulder. You melted into her, and she you.
You were hers. Forever and always you were hers. She claimed your heart, your soul. Your love.
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Something I love about having a Primal/Petplay kink and being autistic is that going non-verbal is encouraged actually. The fact that when I lose my composure, clamp my jaws on your shoulder while rutting into you, and the only sounds that my brain is capable of releasing anymore are a cacophony of growls, snarls, whimpers, and groans is not only okay, but is IDEAL??? Absolutely A+ accidentally accessible kink.
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Thinking you're about to get laid by some complete average lady, some normal woman, and then she reveals she is most certainly not human.
Getting peppered by kisses when she moves to your neck. You can barely let out a sound between a gasp and a moan when she bites into it, life giving red bubbling to the surface for her to lick and suck up.
You're not completely wasted yet so you know it's not your drink when she presses you to the bed, seeming to both double in size and hair amount, barely giving you time to prep before she starts to force her knot into you.
Many hands trace your body, a couple covering your eyes so her divine light doesn't cause you to go blind. A few fingers are in your mouth, your tongue wrapped as best as you can around them. The inability to see where and how many hands will touch you only intensifies the pleasure.
You let out something between a wail and a moan as you orgasm yet again, drool and tears streaming down your face. You'd gotten fucking catfished. She'd waited so long but now she couldn't wait anymore. She needed that sweet nectar humans produced and she needed a tight little hole to deposit her eggs in. You come again, much to her amusement, as another egg slips inside you.
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