hii i was just wondering if, now that youre gonna start writing about mark grayson, if youre gonna be writing about any of the other characters in invincible? like rex splode... or cecil... :3
I have insane writers block at the moment but it’s possible? Idk. I need to either larp more or actually watch the damn show. I know NOTHING about their personalities or how they’d act or anything
Just wanted to pop in and ask how you're doingg. I always revisit your page every two weeks or so because nobody writes smut like you do, no matter if there is a plotline or not !!
stop ur so cute!! I’m doing pretty good I’ve just been super uninspired recently and my brain is super blocked when it comes to writing :/
tags: PiV, established relationship, biting, blood mention, dacryphillia, dumbification, somno, dubcon.. paralytic venom (do not look at me.)
a/n: don’t come to my house or else I’ll sick your di- I mean blood!!!
wc: 3k | masterlist
"You know if you like totally hate me and like want me to die or something, you can just say that."
He's pulling those puppy dog eyes again, drumming his fingers against his knees as he leans over the couch a little, bumping his head against yours.
"Hm?" You mumble, unfazed and preoccupied with tapping away at your phone.
"So you're not only depriving me of your blood, but also of your attention? You're a heartless woman, you know that?"
Dick knows damn well you do have a heart. In fact, his hearing picks up every single thump little of it inside your ribcage, pumping all that blood around your body.
He lets out a dramatic whine, one part offended and two parts pathetic.
You’re ignoring him and starving him.
“C’mon, baby..” He’s really pushing the ‘poor pitiful me’ look at the moment, head ducked down to hide behind his hair, eyebrows all raised and pouty lips in an exaggerated frown.
To him, this is truly a double standard. He doesn’t get it! He's seen you demolish an entire pack of KitKats in one sitting for when you thought you were being sneaky!
So like God forbid your vampire boyfriend feels kinda peckish..
Your eyes narrow slightly, unamused.
“You have blood bags in the fridge.”
Your words make him wince, bumping his forehead against yours again. You’re ignoring him, as always when he suggests this kind of thing.
He hates it! Why the hell would he want one of those disgusting blood bags if he’s got a wayyy prettier one in front of him?
“Please?” he’s batting his eyelashes at you and everything, pressing lightly kisses to the inside of your wrist - only to lightly scrape his fangs against the thrum of your pulse.
“Dick,” you frown, shoving at his jaw like you would do to a misbehaving puppy.
“I told you, blood freaks me out.”
Hours later, staring up at the ceiling.. he’s at a loss.
Batting his lashes and kissing all over your face with hushed little pleas didn’t work. That’s a new one.
Convincing you barely worked either.
He offered anything and everything.
Promises to wash your sore skin after, to take you out to that Italian place you like, even saying he’d buy you everything in the whole world, just for one singular drop to quell the ache in his fangs.
Eventually, he managed to wear you down just a little bit, don’t you love him?
You told him you’d think about it, that should’ve been enough to rein him in.
Unfortunately, it only made the dull ache in his fangs more prominent.
He won’t open the fridge, he won’t look at a blood bag, he hasn’t dared to pick one up in the last number of days.
Why would he? Especially if you look so sweet asleep, your head tilted back against the plush pillows, your pretty neck is just right there.
His keen eyes watch as you shift a little in your sleep, blissfully unaware how he’s spiralling internally.
Dick wonders how you’d react, wonders how much longer he can take this before he loses his mind completely.
Shifting closer to you under the soft covers, he gently rests his chin atop your shoulder, his cold hand gently sliding up your soft thigh to your hip, lightly thumbing over the lacy hem of your panties.
Dick knows you don’t mind that, you’ve let him do that before.
He wonders if you’d jolt awake in horror if you felt his fangs pricking your skin. That makes him frown for a moment, you’re not supposed to be scared of him, he loves you more than anything - with every single beat of his cold dead heart.
It’s not the actual concept of it that freaks you out, right? You said it’s just the sight of the blood. You wouldn’t see it, you’d be fine.
Still, for a moment he thinks about how you’d react, even if you weren’t as horrified.
Would you cry? Maybe.
It’s not like he’s one of those total freaks that gets off on seeing his pretty girl cry, right?
Wrong.
The thought of your tear-stained lashes, your shaky breaths has him pressing himself against your ass, his fingers slipping down into your panties.
“Fuck,” his words are hushed, fangs still aching - hips pushing against you as his half-lidded eyes lock on your neck, trying not to drool at the feeling of your warm skin under his lips.
“..hmm?” your little murmur makes him stiffen for a moment, his hand flat against your lower stomach, his body still.
“Sorry, baby.” he groans into your neck, about to lift his hand away despite the desperate need coursing through his cold veins.
“S’fine.” your words are a soft slur into your pillow, your warm hand resting over his to gently coax it back down into your underwear, your ass pressing against the tent in his boxers as you lean back against him.
You trust him so much it makes him want to gouge his own heart for you.
“You sure, Angel?” when you give him a sleepy nod his hips roll forward again. Then once more.
His rhythm is lazy, he’s not trying to startle you or wake you up properly.
He’s not trying to get off, or fuck you either - he just wants to be close to you, he wants to feel your heart quicken, he wants to feel your skin heat up.
All sorts of awful things start to cloud his mind but his hips are still pressing against the soft plush of your ass. He’s throbbing in his boxers, hard. He doesn’t care. It’s not about that.
When you lean back against him with a soft little sigh, Dick swallows, his hand gently wandering further down into your panties, his fingers lightly brushing against your clit.
His hand shakes slightly, his Adam's apple bobs in his throat.
God, he can’t take the sight of your pretty neck like that.
His fangs hurt.
The way you’re letting yourself be so vulnerable with him makes something stir, gently dragging his fingers over your soaked slit.
Maybe that’s all he needs. He needs to distract you.
If his sweet girl trusts him enough to play with her pussy while she sleeps, is one little bite to your neck, that bad?
That makes him groan, louder than intended.
No, he can’t do it. That’s so extremely unfair to you.
He presses his hips against you again, his fingers tracing over each divot in your spine, while the other works between your legs, gently running his fingers through your throbbing folds.
“F-fuck,” he can’t help a small hiss when you lean back against him, your perfect little neck right beneath his lips.
“Huh?” the sound has your eyes cracking open, just barely, parting your thighs without a single word. You’re so good for him, he feels like he truly doesn’t deserve you - but your naivety seems to be your downfall.
His cock twitches against your ass again, precum staining his boxers, pressing against the fabric between you.
“Nothing.” he swallows, his breaths more laboured than he’d like them to be, voice shaky with need, “go back to sleep, Angel.”
“You’re alright, baby.” Dick insists.
He can’t tell who he’s trying to reassure.
His hand slides from your spine up into your hair, fingers pressing against the back of your head as he coaxes you back down a little more into the pillow.
His narrowed eyes are watching you now, leaning even closer to your neck as his hand slides back down your chest, dragging his tongue up the exposed side of your neck.
He can’t take it, he needs more.
Slowly, his lips part against your soft skin, savouring the moment once more.
He bites back a groan as his fingers press into your cunt, fangs hovering close to your neck.
“Sweetheart..” he swallows, voice cracking slightly as he speaks.
He should let you sleep. He can’t.
“Baby?” he tries to catch your attention once more, nuzzling his face into your neck - it takes a Herculean amount of strength not to just go ahead and bite you.
He can’t just do that, he loves you too much.
“Mhm?” Your response is a barely coherent mumble - not awake, not quite fully asleep. Just what he’s looking for.
He swallows, dragging his tongue along the side of your neck, his fingers still gently stroking at your pussy to distract you, his thumb running over your clit.
“Y’love me, right?” His lips brush against your nape, one arm firmly draped over your torso while his hand works between your legs.
You huff slightly, eyelids heavy.
“..course I love you,”
Dick knows that, he’s just trying to make himself feel better. Of course you love him, he doesn’t even need to hear you say it most of the time. Usually, the way your damn heart beats around him is enough of a giveaway.
Okay, fuck he can’t take it.
“..w-what the fuck,” you’re squirming against him now, shoulders shaking as the ache in your neck jolts you awake.
You can’t tell what to focus on, the pain or the feeling of his fingers moving against you, sinking deeper into the heat of your pussy.
“Don’t even think about it.” his hand slides out from your hair, moving to wrap his fingers around your neck so you don’t writhe too hard, the pressure making your blood flow smoother onto his tongue.
It’s been so long, he’s almost forgotten what fresh blood tastes like.
Unsurprisingly, yours is sweet. Just like you.
Between the fact that he’s holding you down and the blood loss, you don’t really have much time to react or protest.
His tongue drags up your neck once more, catching each little drop of your blood - he doesn’t want to waste anything, he doesn’t know when he’ll have this opportunity again.
Feeling you move, Dick stills for a moment, watching you in silence.
He’s bracing himself for you to yell at him. He’s gonna get an elbow to the face and spend the rest of the week on the couch, he can see it now.
He’s panicking internally for a few moments, until he feels you move - until he hears that sleepy little sob fall from your parted lips.
Is it fucked up that it turns him on?
“I know it hurts, Angel.” he’s panting, fingers starting to gently stroke your neck instead of holding it tightly when he hears a muffled little sob fall from your lips.
“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” His cock is rock hard now, hips grinding against your ass - he doesn’t notice, he doesn’t care.
You part your lips as if to say something but not a sound comes out, his hand under your jaw is the only thing stopping your head from hitting the mattress.
Maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the blood loss, maybe it’s how stupidly horny you are but you just can’t think.
“..t-the fuck?” You swallow another little whimper, body almost limp against the mattress as you let him just tilt your head around in his hand.
Dick blinks for a moment, grip on your neck loosening slightly.
That wasn’t a sob this time, no screech of horror either.
You’re laughing.
Out of your fucking mind, dazed and fucking giggling as your blood stains his teeth.
It’s like you don’t even realise why you’re all dizzy.
Dick could probably do anything to you right now and you wouldn’t even care, you’re so out of it that you trust your big scary vampire boyfriend to not hurt you.
Dick hates the fact that it makes cock throb, the wet stain on his boxers getting harder and harder to ignore.
“What’s so funny?” He mumbles into your nape, tongue dragging against your skin to catch every drop of that blood he’s been so desperate for.
“..you,” a tired slur falls from your lips, your head feeling a little too heavy for your neck as his fingers circle over your clit.
“Me?” Dick pants, blood dripping down your chin as he tilts your head back.
God you’re barely able to keep your eyes open, like his hand around your neck is the only thing keeping you conscious.
“Mhm,” you giggle, cut off by a little whine when you feel his fingers sink into your wet cunt.
“..you’re all bite-y n’all,”
He isn’t sure if “bite-y” is even a real word, but fuck you’re cute.
You probably think he’s just nibbling at your skin for fun like he’s some harmless puppy.
As if he couldn’t just drain the life out of you if he felt like it.
“..what the hell,” You giggle again, brows furrowing slightly as you try and move your thighs apart to give him better access.
Right, Dick forgot about that.
They’re not cooperating, like your brain is a little too muddled to let you move properly.
He feels bad for a moment, eyes flickering down to the little scrunch of your nose, how hard you’re trying to focus to do something as simple as articulating yourself properly.
“Dick, I can’t-“
Move.
You would press your thighs together if you could, your cunt aching for something more than just his fingers.
“S’okay,” Dick coos, gently tilting your jaw back so your glassy eyes meet his.
“Bet you can’t think either?”
You whimper at that, nodding as you feel the tears stinging your eyes. Not because it hurts, but because you can’t touch him like you want to.
“Aw,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the bite mark at the base of your neck like he isn’t the one putting you through all this.
“M’gonna have to do all that thinking and moving for you. Aren’t I, pretty girl?” His hand slides out of your panties to pull them down your thighs, embarrassing amounts of precum already staining his boxers at the sight of you like this.
“Y-yeah,”
“Yeah,” Dick grins at your immediate compliance (as if you have a choice), one hand pulling you back closer against him, the other working to free his strained cock from his pants, barely able to muffle a groan.
His leaking tip smacks against your clit with a small hiss, his forehead bumping against the back of your neck.
Dick would genuinely rather die than ever hurt his pretty girl, but fuck - the way he can just manhandle you around reminds him that he could.
Especially when you’re so out of it.
Dick cursed under his breath as you tried to move against him, your dazed whimpers going straight to his ego - and his cock as he slides into with an almost desperate thrust.
“Y’don’t need to think, baby. You just need to take me, t-take this fuckin’ cock, just the way I want.”
Just because he’s got this whole vampire thing going, doesn’t mean he can’t be so stupidly weak for you, panting and whining as his fangs scrape at your neck, your collarbone a mess of blood and drool as he pulls out again.
“Look at that,” Dick can’t stop himself from yanking you around, your back landing against the mattress with a soft thump as he all but crawls over you, hips clumsily moving against yours.
He could get used to you being so dependant more often, your eyes all dazed and glassy and looking up at him like he’s the one who hung all the stars in the sky.
“S-so fuckin’ pretty, all dumb n’takin’ this cock,” one of his hands slides up your his shirt to bunch it up at your collarbone.
Your hearts just so loud, beating so fast. You’re all worked up for him, letting him use you however he wants.
His other hand moves to hook your thigh around his hips cause god knows you’re in no state to do that yourself, thrusts getting sloppier as his half lidded eyes stare down at the subtle bounce of your tits.
He’d usually be too paranoid about scaring you too hard, but he can’t help it - kissing all the way down your chest before sinking his teeth in with an undignified whine, blunt nails pressing into your skin as he gropes at your chest.
No matter how close your heart is, it’s still not enough.
“Gonna-“
He lets out a stuttered moan, his hips picking up the pace, frantic almost.
“F-fuck,” he whines, messy strands of black hair falling into his eyes as he pounds you into the creaky mattress.
"..such a good girl, gonna make me f-fucking cum,”
“Dick,” You’re almost begging him to meet your gaze, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you try and gather the strength to lift your head.
“Uhuh?” Dick mumbles against your chest, thrusts getting sloppy as he pounds into your cunt, hand sliding down to pinch your clit between his fingers.
“F-fuck, just kiss me,” you swallow, lips curling into a wobbly frown as your body aches to arch against him, the wet sounds of your needy cunt filling the space between you.
“Yeah?” He pants, “Want me to kiss you, baby?”
You bite back a whimper, pussy clenching around him.
“P-please,”
That catches his attention.
Dick latches off of your tits for a moment, ignoring the steady leak of his precum already leaking out of you.
He’s all gross, his parted lips a mess of spit and your blood - the very thing that’s supposedly scares you so badly.
His Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat, letting out a soft mewl when his fangs press into your bottom lip.
You should be mad at him, disgusted. You’ve got every right to be.
But Fuck, even though he could tear you open - he’d rather let his girl drive a stake through his cold dead heart.
