cw: nsfw under the cut, sub!jabber, dom!reader, descriptions of reader giving hickeys, descriptions of reader slapping jabber, teasing, minor mentions of blood, pussyjob, orgasm denial, descriptions of reader choking jabber, creampie, not set in canon!
- ‧₊ it's a well-known, and undeniable fact to everybody in the room that you treasure yourself and surround yourself with nothing but beauty. so much so, that you have ended up becoming it's incarnation wrapped in pink.
- people notice you, and how everything about you begins and ends in a seamless transition.
- from the style your hair is done in, to your makeup. your two-toned lips, finished with bubblegum-scented gloss. your manicured nails. the soft rosy hues that compose the palette of your outfits, down to the minute details of jewellery shining against your rich complexion. everything falls into perfect alignment.
- they also notice the beaming extent of your charm, how bubbly you are; your overall pleasant demeanour. to them, there is no deception. you're just as sweet as you look.
- which is why it's so hard for everyone to understand that you're with jabber, of all people.
- jabber, who's built a reputation for being erratic in nature. jabber, whose intense energy precedes your warm aura. jabber, whose very existence serves to juxtapose your own.
- at least on a surface level.
- people don't know that when the doors are shut, you and jabber are more alike than different. your reasoning for being with him grows more apparent the further you get from their curious eyes.
- the instant he enters your room, your sugary exterior gets washed away to reveal the side of you that's been hiding all day. it's the version of you that rises to match jabber in vulgarity.
- and every single time, jabber finds it absolutely thrilling that you can transform so quickly and deceive everybody around you.
- even down to the princess-like sanctuary of your bedroom.
- pink walls, a sade poster, and carpet that's soft on the feet. the queen-sized bed is draped in pale pink sheets, and adorned with silken pillows. your huge vanity is lined up with flower bouquets (courtesy of jabber), perfume bottles and makeup brushes scattered haphazardly.
- but the things you do with jabber in there are anything but princess-like.
- he knows he'll bear the brunt of your lust when he hears the door shut from behind you. you size him up with nothing but a downward sweep of your eyes, and he's obsessed with how small you make him feel without even saying a word.
- you shove him onto your bed like he weighs nothing to push, and he can already feel the blood rushing to his hardening dick. it's something about having his strength challenged by a tender lady like you that really gets him going.
- his heart races rapidly when you sit on him with knees planted on either side of his hips, and rock the outline of your pussy against him. your silk robe opens just enough to reveal the skin of your thighs, and when he attempts to touch you, a harsh slap lands across his face.
- your slap elicits a groan from him, and you can feel his clothed dick throb through your panties. it makes you grind harder against him.
"i didn't say you could touch me, jabber."
"no," he smirks, teeth sinking into his lower lip. "you're right, ma'am. you didn't tell me to do shit at all."
"so why did you think it was acceptable to touch me?" slap! your hand strikes his other cheek. "you're smarter than this," you lean in closer to whisper in his ear. "why did you act like i said all that, hm?"
"fuck," he hisses softly at the sweet sting. "can't help myself when you're on top of me like this, doll.." he inhales the scent of cocoa butter on your neck and purrs in your ear. "you gonna put me in my place?"
"you'd like that, wouldn't you?" you scoff. "you're fucking disgusting." he swears he could get high from the venom laced in your words.
- your fingers grip around his thick locs, dragging his neck back to expose the vulnerable column of his throat. jabber can't stop moaning at the tension he feels against his scalp, in conjunction with your covered clit rubbing against him.
"you want this." you chide, plump lips curve into a smirk.
- warm breath ghosts over the side of his neck, mapping the flesh. the warmth gets quickly replaced by teeth grazing above where the breath lingered. they're just sharp enough to make him gasp while you dig into his flesh. your mouth then seals over the area, sucking hard.
- the throbbing pain in jabber's neck blooms into a pleasure that gets stronger for every blood vessel your suction bursts. jabber is insatiable at this point. the whites of his eyes are on full display as he rolls his irises back, and he's rutting against you as if he wants to merge with you; to become one.
- but you put an end to his senseless desire. you're pulling away from his neck, admiring the artful mosaic of darkening marks against his skin. a visible sign of your power over him, and his reminder that he belongs to you. you have to remind him where he stands.
"you're getting carried away," you tut at him. "it's pathetic, jabber. you keep doing the most..."
"fuck," he growls. "and whose fault is that? you're the one all over my body, baby. you really gonna blame me for that?" there's a deliberate defiance in his tone—the kind that jabber knows will get a rise out of you. and to rub salt into the wound, he smirks at you, and jerks his hips harder against you.
- but deep down, you enjoy this game of push-and-pull you both play.
- he teases you, and you give in. not only into his desires, but also into yours when you hook your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, and pull them down to release his throbbing dick from the confines of fabric.
"finally," his breath hitches as his dick slaps against his tummy, "fuck, fuck, fuck..."
"yeah, that's it, baby..." for a moment, your encouragement actually sounds sincere.
- he leans up with his hands reaching for your hips on instinct, but before he can touch you, you slap his hands away.
a scoff escapes your lips. "you really thought."
- the silk robe comes off, leaving your nudity on a clearer display for him. your eyes never part once from his when you hook a finger around your lacy panties, pulling them to the side with an intentional, agonising slowness that reveals the wetness of your pussy. the sight of essence, slowly trickling onto his skin, makes him tremble.
"do you want this, jabber?" your tone is sultry, like music to his ears.
"yes ma'am," he wantonly huffs. "i do."
"hmm... do you really, though?"
- you hover over him, with arms on either side of his head. his pulse is dangerously loud as you approach, and you note the rapidly increasing rise and fall of his chest. you know that this is more than just a mere want. it's a necessity that your boyfriend would do just about anything to have. the tip of his cock is blushing furiously at you, leaking out glossy precum as if it's going to burst if left untouched.
you stare at yourself in the reflection of his dilated pupils as he begs you. "please, please, please... i really do, y/n... you're driving me out of my fucking mind..." he's clutching onto your sheets in an effort to be good for you, but it's no use when the hot tears in his eyes betray him by falling.
- pitiable. just pitiable. and you wouldn't have it any other way. you lick a stripe along his face, catching the tears, before pressing your mouth onto his. moans pass between your meeting lips, with tongues tangling together like barbed wire. he tastes the sweetness of your lip gloss, and you taste the saltiness of his tears. and now, as you bite down on his lip to draw blood, you can both the taste the faintest slither of copper. it all fuses together into one addictive flavour profile, and once you're both done memorising the taste, you pull away, gasping for air.
your thumb traces gently over his swollen lip. "look at you..."
- you sit up and return to your initial position, squatting above jabber's erection. your soft fingers wrap around the shaft of his hard length, and he pulses at the sight of your pink manicured nails contrasting against his brown dick. you place it in perfect alignment with your pussy, lowering your hips in doing so, but he groans when he realises that you're not putting it in just yet. instead, your pussy lips are pressing against his length, slick with his precum, and your essence.
"y/n..." he moans out. you shush him softly while your clit rubs against the veiny ridges of his cock. the more the slippery friction between you accumulates, the more frequent his moans become. "fuck, if ya keep that up... i'm gonna..."
as soon as he makes that announcement, you pull his cock away from between your labia. "you're gonna what, hm?" you can't help but laugh when he groans and throws his head back in frustration. "you're not gonna do shit unless i tell you to, jabber. remember that."
- you grab onto his shaft, but this time around, his tip connects to your entrance. you sink down onto him, engulfing his dick inch by inch into your tight warmth. you bite down on your sweet lips at the stretch, and waste no time in squatting up and down, coating his cock in your slick.
- jabber's shame knows no bounds when he moans your name repeatedly into the air like a prayer as you ride him. his hungry eyes are fed when he sees the glow of your rich skin, and your supple breasts bouncing.
"slow down?" your hand strikes his face. "i finally give you what you want, and you're out here telling me what to do? you slap him again. "you ain't shit." he moans. "mmm, no... i ain't, ma'am."
- instead of taking his useless suggestion, you decide to pick up the pace. the sounds of skin slapping on skin, and wet squelching rips through the simultaneous harmony of jabber's moans and your soft pants. you're squeezing against him perfectly, and you can feel him reaching your sweet spot every time you slam down on top of him.
- you smile, slowly and wickedly, with unblinking eyes that meet his half-lidded ones. your hand sneaks around his neck and squeezes around it, causing him to let out a choked gasp. you notice the way his abs spasm from beneath you, and you choke him even harder, to the point where you can feel his heartbeat against your fingertips.
"oh jabber..." you coo mockingly, with pouting lips. "you gonna cum already?" you continue slamming into him relentlessly.
"a-are you going to let me?" he chokes out.
- you ignore him for a few moments, opting to tighten your pussy and clench around his length as you take him in and out with harder bounces. his face contorts in overwhelming pleasure, feeling light-headed from the lack of air.
- the pleasure is almost too much. jabber swears he can hold on, but the moment you release his throat and say "yes," he cums with a sob, his hot release spilling into the depths of your pussy as his body trembles. your climax soon follows, and your pussy grips around him so tight, he can feel the circulation in his dick cut off, squeezing the life out of him the same way your hand was around his throat seconds ago. you're both throbbing against each other, and his seed is leaking out of you and spilling onto your pristine pink sheets.
- silence fills the room, save for the faint sounds of your shared breaths. you lift your hips to pull his dick out of you, and you watch as the cum slowly oozes out. you both bite your lips at the sight, and moan with closed mouthes.
- it's almost like you were never a bloodthirsty vixen when you lean over to press a soft kiss on the corner of jabber's lips.
- and that's what he adores about you.
- your duality. the fact that you're able to balance both sides of your nature flawlessly. you, an already sweet girl, dipped in honey. soft on herself and spoiled, wrapped in pink.
- no one would guess that you'd also be the same person who leaves these hickeys on his neck. that you're the same person who cuts into his flesh with nothing but your words. that you take his breath away—literally. they don't know that you send a burning sting through his body with every slap you give.
- ‧₊ you're his girlfriend, he's your boyfriend. and you're both exactly where you want to be.
CW/tags: Biting, vampires, blood, unprotected p in v, alucard is your husband (slay), alucard tepes x reader, ~600 words
AN: Doing a little catch-up! Enjoy!
Your husband didn’t often indulge himself. Yes, at times he enjoyed the finer things in life, given his aristocratic upbringing, but he didn’t usually take advantage in all the ways he was capable. It was simply never in his nature to take.
Given that, as a dhampir, he usually only partook in human food. In all your years of marriage, he had never indulged in the divine nectar of your human form. He was thoughtful in that way- never wanting to break a boundary, always cautious of crossing lines.
The two of you were making love, his cock buried deep inside you, nudging your cervix. It felt perfect, every caress of his skin sending you into a frenzy. His gold eyes flash with something strange. Desire, yes. Need. But also hunger. He leans in and presses his lips to yours- hard, desperate, and full of a ravenous ferocity you rarely saw from him. “Adrian-“ you gasp in between his thrusts and shared breath.
“Yes, my darling?” he purrs.
“Please-“
“Please what? Use your words, pretty girl.”
“Bite me.”
He pauses in his movements, looking down at you.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
He makes a soft, thoughtful humming sound.
“I trust you to be honest… but I’m also unsure if you’re aware of what you’re getting into. Once I taste you it’ll be hard to stop.”
You simply nod, a silent consent to be his in this new and unique way.
He pulls out, kissing down your body. Soft, gentle touches that make you shiver. His lips press against your hip, then your inner thigh, then your needy cunt. He flattens his tongue, dragging it along your folds at a painfully slow pace. You rut up against him reflexively, your body naturally seeking him out. You let out a whine as he pulls away to kiss your thighs again. You watch as he hesitates before his fangs sink into your thigh. He looks up at you as he slowly bites down, his pupils darkening his beautiful golden eyes. It hurts. God, it hurts so badly that your eyes sting with tears. But there’s also this warmth spreading throughout your body, this dumb, comfortable fuzziness that overwhelms you. A moan escapes your lips between hiccuped cries, your body unable to process all of the beautiful, all-encompassing feelings. He pulls away, his lips stained with your blood. His tongue flicks out, lapping up the crimson rivulets beading from the punctures on your thigh.
“Was that alright, my love?” he asks gently.
You nod, your breathing ragged as you look down at him.
He kisses back up your body, each gentle caress of his lips a love letter to you. His body rejoins yours, his long, beautiful cock slipping inside your soaked cunt. He fucks you in slow, deep thrusts, every nudge making your eyes roll back into your head. His fangs graze your neck, the sharp points tickling your skin. This time, he’s less uncertain, biting down with an animalistic fervor you’ve never seen from him. Those beautiful eyes flutter shut in his blissful state, his lashes fanning across his pale cheeks. You moan as he drinks from you, slow, loving thrusts rocking inside of you. He moans against your neck, buried in the ecstasy of you. You flutter around him, letting out a sweet whimper. He pulls away, looking up at you with reverence. Witnessing his perfection, feeling his divinity, sends you teetering over the edge, an explosion of pleasure overwhelming you. He follows not long after, fucking his hot cum into your aching cunt.
“Thank you, my darling,” he whispers between soft kisses.
" honestly.. you're just so impatient, aren't you? sending me all those scandalous photos... " gojo's deep voice hummed, his usual teasing tone now gone.
you huffed and bit back your moan, tears brimming up your own eyes from the pleasure. gojo scoffed while looking at you, his hand steadily holding onto your thigh, guiding it to grind on his lap slowly.
you looked down in shame as you continued grinding on his thigh, your thigh almost giving up on you. you gradually began to slow down, tiredness and fatigue catching up which eventually led you to you stopping.
" oh no no, who said you could stop? don't you want to cum, yn? " gojo teased you, knowing damn well he was the one who has been edging you the past hours.
" please.. i won't do it again... " you pulled your best puppy eyes while looking up at him, holding his wrist in an attempt to sway him. gojo smirked as he raised an eyebrow at you.
" but what are you begging for? use your words now, dear. " you glared at him, obviously frustrated and annoyed. you suck it up and threw whatever dignity you have left out of the window.
" p-please fuck me gojo.. i need you so bad! " you managed to whine out, your face getting even more flushed. gojo hums in satisfaction as he pushes you down onto the mattress, lust evident in his eyes.
gojo knew you're gonna pull the same shit again and say you won't do it again but he'll still pull the same shit knowing damn well you love it.
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