may i suggest vampire!sevika eating us out on our period or is that too freaked out
— sevika as a vampire being obsessed with reader.
synopsis: sevika, a vampire who's walked the earth for hundreds of years, has learned the art of self control. she's managed to walk amongst common folk and blend in with her surroundings despite the hunger for blood itching away at the back of her throat like splinters. she can resist and cannot be tempted... or so she thought.
tags: vampire!sevika, dom!sevika, sub!reader, alternate universe, obsessive behavior, cunnilingus, sevika eats out reader on her period, fingering.
note: I'm not even joking, when I got this req I processed it EXACTLY like the brittany broski kombucha meme. one moment I was like 'what the hell...' but then the next I was like 'you know what...' because what hell, anon. sure. this became more of a one shot than a quick drabble but I hope you still like this.
she could never forget the first time she laid eyes on you.
in all the years her feet have traveled her from places to places, meeting different people from all walks of life - different ethnicities, features and bodies - a lot of whom had caught her eye, none of them had entranced her in a way that you have.
it was by chance too. had she turned her head for a quick moment she would’ve missed you, but her senses are sharp, and when the sheriff took her around town in his black automobile, the tires bumping violently against the gravel of the road as it drove past your home located far back into the open fields - she turned her eye and there you were.
with your black boots on as you wore a corseted dress that pushed at your cleavage as you tended to your crops - your hair in a messy updo while the ruffled sleeves of your dress fell sensually down to your shoulders due to exertion, making time stop as sevika examined every inch of you.
it was easy to recall the exact location of your house and store it into memory. when the mayor dropped her off at noon she was quick to go back to where you lived - her vampiric abilities making it easy for her to creep up to the corners of your home without you noticing.
and there you were, having changed from your day attire into something more comfy - a silken night gown that fell above your knees with the straps so thin they were practically thread. the sight alone made the red ring of her pupils glow in arousal - something that wasn’t so easily triggered unless she saw something she really, really wanted.
she knew it was wrong to linger in the dark and watch you without you knowing, but she needed to placate her curiosity because if not, it’d kill her.
and so that’s what she did for the months that followed.
she initially arrived in town with the sole purpose of investing in a home after traveling the world for years - never really the type to settle down - but once she set foot in zaun, she knew that this was the place for her. she also had plans of opening a pub, perhaps even buying the one sheriff vander owns. after all, with the gift of immortality she was able to gather enough wealth that could last her for decades.
her home was located on the other side of town, completely far from yours and for a moment she debated withdrawing the money she had already deposited in her new home to be closer to you - but she thought it was foolish, throwing away a beautiful, large manor for a girl she’s only known for a short amount of time.
she hasn’t even built up the courage yet to introduce herself to you - however, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t already familiarized herself with you and your routine.
ever since she got settled in, she spent most of her afternoons and nights trailing behind you wherever you went, just keeping a watchful eye.
you were a shy little thing. never one to take up too much space and always wore a pretty smile. you had your own spot in the town’s market where you sold some of the vegetables and fruits you grew yourself. that’s how you were able to make a living and put food on the table. but the house you owned seemed way too big for you to afford with the money you make, and for a moment she assumed that perhaps you had a husband that was away for work.
but she found out it was something your grandmother passed down to you when she died - as well as a good sum of inheritance that could last you until you find a partner one day.
you didn’t seem to have one the more she observed your personal life - because others were not shy to approach you in hopes of courting you, to which you only declined, saying you weren’t looking for love.
but that still didn’t stop the stubborn suitors from visiting your spot at the market, buying bulks of fruits and veggies in hopes that maybe that would win you over, and sevika can’t lie - it agitated her.
It wasn’t until she was watching you from the crowd during one afternoon that she stopped a few feet away from your stand, eavesdropping into your conversation with your friend who sold fresh fish in the next stand over. her heightened senses giving her the ability to hear every word:
“I just don’t understand why you don’t want to go on a date with any of them. I heard the blonde gentleman who asked for your hand yesterday is an heir to an owner of a marvelous hotel. you wouldn’t need to work a day in your life!” your friend, a ditzy red-headed girl named penny, exclaimed.
you shook your head “it’s not about the money, pen. you know that. I just don’t think these men want anything beyond a wife who’d wait for them back at home doing nothing but to sit back and look pretty.”
penny raised an eyebrow “you make that sound like it’s such a bad thing.”
“if it’s your thing, sure, who’s a girl to judge? but I want a life outside of marriage too. and let’s be honest, the second these men get a taste of ‘ya, they’d be jumping onto the next pretty thing even though they already put a ring around your finger.” you explained.
penny sighed “in these living conditions, we can’t demand complete loyalty, hun.”
your shoulders dropped low at that “I know,” you muttered “but it wouldn’t hurt to hope.”
if sevika’s heart still pumped even a miniscule of blood, it would’ve melted just by the hopelessness in your words, because it’s not a bad thing to want that.
the old school romance and devotion. granted, she wouldn’t call herself the committed type, if anything she’s the opposite. due to her nature, it was hard to seek a partner she was sure would stand by her no matter what, because that’s what bloodsuckers need in their life - loyalty.
so to hear something like that from you, about wanting devotion, something shifted in how she looked at you.
because if she was infatuated with you then, she was completely obsessed with you now.
following you wherever you went like a lost puppy. at this point, she’s memorized your routine like it was etched onto the back of her hand.
sometimes, when she knows you’d be out in the market for too long, she’d go back to your place and sneak in just to see your living conditions. the house was kept spotless, laundry done every day, and you had a variety of knick knacks and old photos of your extended family hung on the walls. you were sentimental and a homebody.
and she’s ashamed to admit it, but the urges get too strong. especially when she walks up to your bedroom and opens your dressers just to see the nicely folded pairs of underwear tucked inside. pulling one out as she held it tightly in her hand before pressing it to her nose to take a sniff.
your smell alone was already more addictive than any blood she’s ever drained out of someone.
while all of this was happening, you remained unaware even though sevika practically slithered herself into the cracks of your life like an unwanted puzzle piece.
keeping an eye over you from the shadows, developing a sense of protectiveness so strong that whenever a man became too handsy with you at the market, she’d keep it in mind to memorize his face just to track him down at night when he knows the poor motherfucker is all alone just to kill him in cold blood.
the town has never witnessed a murder more brutal the morning they discovered his body.
but she couldn’t help it. they weren’t allowed to touch you in that way - it was absurd but it felt as though she’s already staked her claim, from the moment she saw you she knew it was over. from the way the wisps of your hair were blown by the wind, and how every dress you wore it hugged your figure deliciously in ways that made her mouth water. it was so, so hard not to put a claim on you; to not want to call you hers already.
after all, she already knows so much about you and your personal life, and she hasn’t even talked to you yet. she knew she had to do it eventually, but she was waiting for the right moment.
she just didn’t think it’d come at a time when she least expected it.
you had just gotten back from the market and it was nearly your designated bed time, and usually at this time, she’d stay maybe an hour or two just watching you sleep before she went back to her own place to finish some work. meeting you at the market the following morning.
but tonight, you had other plans.
it threw her completely off kilter, when instead of shedding yourself from your outside clothes, you decided to go back out, and of course she followed you.
she followed you until you arrived at the most unlikely place - vander’s pub, the last drop.
she watched, bewildered, as you walked into the place wondering what the actual fuck was your plan tonight because you weren’t the type to come here, let alone drink.
at that moment she wished she was the type of vampire who could read people’s minds because your actions just didn’t make sense - when really, you just wanted a quick break from the mundanity of your day to day life. finding it boring that all you ever do is sit at home.
she observed in brooding frustration the way men walked up to you and offered drinks, to which you accepted gladly while engaging in conversation.
she hated every minute of it but eventually, after an hour or two you decided to finally stand up and bid your farewells to the bartender as well as vander who sat a booth away.
“... excuse me, miss.”
her ear twitched at the sound - of the man creeping his way to your side with a mischievous glint in his eyes, swaying a drink in one hand as he looked at you up and down, the hunger visible in his gaze..
“why don’t you stay a ‘lil longer? next round’s on me.”
you smiled politely, tight-lipped, as you shook your head “sorry, but it’s getting late.”
“smart girl,” sevika thought to herself as she watched you make your way to the exit-
then the man’s hand was on your arm, squeezing it tightly as you turned your head to look at him, visibly shaken “now, don’t be such a downer, sugar. the night’s still young and we can still-”
“I said-” you wretched your arm away from him as you threw him an icy glare “no. please respect my wishes and have a nice night.”
with that, you walked out into the eerie night, hugging yourself as you traveled by foot on the way back home, and every step of the way, sevika followed.
silently screaming inside her head for you to walk faster, but it didn’t matter. it’s not like anything was going to happen to you while she was around-
the sounds of hurried steps reached her ears, they weren’t close but they were getting there, and when she peeked through the shadows there she spotted him - the man from the bar who just couldn’t take no for an answer.
bottle of beer in one hand as he swayed side to side with this predatory look in his eyes as he set his gaze on you, he was clumsy but he was discreet. walking close behind until he finally caught up with you, pulling at your arm as he turned you around.
to which you reacted with widened eyes and a slackened jaw, bubbling as to what he was doing following you back home and he just chuckled this almost maniacal sound before he tried leaning in-
that’s when you pushed him away, slapping him with all your might that caused him to stumble for a second before he straightened up and oh god, was he mad.
“you fucking bitch,” he hissed as he lunged at you, and you screamed with everything in you but it was futile - you were on the middle of the road with no one around. It was night and you cursed yourself for going out so late, for being an idiot thinking you were capable of protecting yourself.
your eyes squeezed shut when you felt his grimy hands paw and squeeze at your hips, the smell of liquor strong on his breath as tears slid down your cheeks - thinking this is it, it’s over.
… but suddenly he wasn’t on you anymore.
your mind was fuzzy from the adrenaline and liquor you drank, making you collapse onto the ground but his weight no longer weighed you down. making you look around in a frenzy as you scanned your surroundings.
“... sweetheart? are you okay?”
you jumped as a tall silhouette suddenly loomed over you, and you looked up to be met with the most gorgeous woman you ever laid eyes on - with a strong physique, a hard set jaw, piercing gaze and short, silky hair. one side of her face was scarred and if you were being honest, she looked intimidating, like a creature in the night you knew was trouble.
but then she offered her hand, her hardened stare softening at the sight of your frightened state as she crouched down to help you.
“let me help you get up,”
you stared at her calloused palm for a minute too long, thinking it wasn’t just a while ago that some stranger was so close to assaulting you and doing god knows what.
but something about her lured you in, whispering to you that yes, she won’t do anything. despite the way her eyes glowed in the darkness of the night with this look so daunting, it should’ve made you run the other way. to do what your body wasn’t able to do when that man lunged at you earlier…
Instead, you took her hand, and it took everything in sevika not to smirk when your innocent, watery eyes stared up at her, so full of trust.
𐙚 ˙ ⋆ .˚
sevika never disclosed whatever happened that night.
all she told you was that she saw you in the middle of the road looking scared with nobody else around - to which you argued multiple times a man was so close to hurting you that night.
to which she’d reply with a shake of her head - not because it’s not what happened, but because he was never going to come close to hurting you the second he decided to be a moron and risk his life hurting what was hers.
and now he’s in the bottom of the lake, corpse rotting with his head torn off.
“I swear, vika. it all happened so fast but I remember there was a man following me…” you insisted as you prepared her some tea late one evening.
she traced a finger over the rim of the tea cup before carefully taking a sip “perhaps you were just too drunk and were imagining things.”
you rolled your eyes “it didn’t happen that long ago. I know what happened.”
you’re right, it didn’t happen that long ago because it’s been a month since the incident happened, and also a month since sevika successfully infiltrated your life.
no more hiding in the shadows, no more looking at you from afar, because she was here now - having gained your full trust after she came to your rescue that night.
now you invite her into your home, completely unaware she’s already set foot in it multiple times - that the man you’re so sure laid hands on you that night, has already felt the sensation of sevika’s fangs digging into the side of his neck before she ripped his head straight off his body.
she’s done all of that for you, and you don’t even know despite knowing her for a month.
in your eyes, sevika is just some stranger who showed up at the right place, and at the right time. but that moment just served as a catalyst for her to finally slither her way into your life, and for good this time.
now, she visits you at the market without feeling the need to blend into the crowd, and drops by at your place to have dinner with you. it’s become a part of your routine since you offered to cook for her on the night she ‘saved’ you as a way of saying thanks.
and of course, who is she to refuse?
It was obvious to everybody else that you were smitten by the older woman as well, making sure to doll yourself up extra hard when going to the market knowing she’d be there.
it was something penny poked fun at you for, jesting “had I known you went for the older ones, I would’ve told you to go for the hotel owner instead of his son.”
but what penny doesn’t know it was never about the person in specific, but rather that you’ve never taken a liking to men. it was something you suppressed for a very long time, having allowed male suitors to take you out on dates in the past just to appease your family but if you were being honest, none of them had ever left you flustered the same way sevika has.
she was charismatic and soft spoken - and clearly well off. you’ve been invited to her home where she cooked you dinner, and the old manor was a sight to behold. but it puzzled you to think that she only lived there by herself - did she not have a husband?
when you asked her, she simply laughed “unfortunately, my love. men are only welcomed into my life as friends…” her tantalizing gaze pierced into yours, making you squirm "I've always appreciated the warmth of a woman more.”
on the night she cooked you dinner, you came home feeling all hot and bothered. panties damp in a way that was no doubt shameful as you laid in bed resisting the urge to cave into your desires - but they were no use.
as you eventually surrendered and pulled your panties to the side, stroking your clit in a careful back and forth before plunging a finger in - biting your lip to silence your moans, because you knew if they spilled out, sevika’s name would be at the tip of your tongue.
but it’s not like there’s any use in hiding it, as sevika watched you from your window that night in the dark - hunger and lust clawing away at her chest as it took everything in her not to march into your room and take you right there.
but she waited. she wanted to get to know you first, butter you up and earn your trust completely.
and it was getting closer and closer to that the more you invited her into your home, wearing dresses so sheer they practically showed off your tits, tempting her and making her patience grow thin.
but the straw that broke the camel’s back was when you invited her for dinner late one evening saying you wanted her to try your new recipe for apple pie as you planned on selling it at the market. of course, sevika agreed, arriving just in time as you opened the door for her wearing a white milkmaid dress with red floral patterns that accentuated the swell of your breasts.
you looked gorgeous, smiling up at her with beaming eyes as you stepped aside to let her in “you can sit down while I get the pie ready.”
and perhaps it was the scent of the pie that permeated the air with this sickly sweet smell, but sevika couldn’t ignore it as the smell only grew stronger as she walked into your kitchen.
there you were, beckoning her to sit next to you on the table.
her mouth grew dry as you pushed the plate of pie in her direction and smiled “well, try it out for me.” you said to which she only smiled in response.
she finished it in minutes, making you laugh as you stared at her expectantly “so?”
“It’s delicious, sweetheart.” she said, trying to maintain a lively tone but she was starting to feel light headed because the scent was still there, circling around her like some sort of cloud.
it wasn’t the pie, nor was it the ingredients you left out on the counter because the stench was richer, more pungent that only someone with her heightened senses is able to pick up on.
you stood up and took her plate “should I offer you another slic-”
“a-actually, doll.” she said shakily as she pushed her chair back “I think I’m gonna have to go h-home. I ain’t feeling too well…”
your eyebrows shot up as you immediately walked to her side, hand on her forearm as you examined her disheveled state “vika, is everything alright, hun? why don’t you just sit down and I’ll make you some tea-”
“n-no, I can’t. It’s better if we call it a n-night…” it was getting more difficult to think clearly let alone speak, because the more you invaded her personal space did sevika realize it wasn’t the fucking pie that made her mind all fuzzy.
it was you.
you were emitting a saccharine smell so strong it was almost intoxicating, and she needed to get further away from you before she did something stupid.
“vika, hun, hold on.”
“I said,” you jumped back when her voice suddenly dropped several octaves lower, her shoulders tensing as she nudged you away from her “I’m leaving. so stay back.”
you blinked, completely baffled at what was making her act up because if she was just feeling under the weather she could just stay here with you so you can help her feel better.
“vika…” you reached out and touched her shoulder, which only made her flinch “darling, you’re making me worry. turn around and let me see you, if you’re sick I can help you.”
she chuckled in a way that was almost mocking, which only confused you more as she spoke “I don’t think this is the type of thing you can just fix with your herbs and tea, doll.”
your eyebrows furrowed “then what is i…”
your words soon died in your throat when sevika turned around to face you, and you didn’t know what you were expecting but the second red, glowing eyes stared right back at you, as well pointed fangs which peeked from behind the snarl etched on sevika’s face like how a predator looks at its prey, you shakily took a step back and gulped.
“w-vika, what are you-”
she shook head, stalking towards you as you slowly kept backing away until your ass hit the corner of your kitchen counter.
“I told you to just let me leave.”
the next second she was on you, hovering close to your face as her eyes, looking almost manic, stared you down as you were frozen in place - completely scared because this is not the sevika you know. the sevika you know was gentle, but this person - better yet this creature, that stood before you looked like she was about to eat you alive.
her hand reached up and tucked a strand of hair that fell over your face, leaning close as her lips hovered over your cheek - the plump skin grazing sensually onto your skin as she stuck her tongue out and licked.
making you shiver “vika, please, let’s just calm down and talk about this.”
“what more is there to explain?” she retorted “you’ve probably heard of the myths, the tales they tell the children at night about blood sucking creatures that roam the streets. you’re a smart girl, and you already know what I am.”
letting out a shaky breath, you closed your eyes because she’s right. what explanation does she need to give when the evidence was there? because she doesn’t look human, she looks otherworldly, someone who looks like they’re devoid of a heart.
not to mention the signs - how every time you touched her she just felt so… cold. cold to the point it wasn’t normal. cold to the point where it was concerning.
“mother of janna, vika. your hands,” you’d exclaim every time her fingers accidentally grazed yours “it’s like you’re made of ice.”
and she’d dismiss you every time, saying it’s the weather, or how she’s feeling sick that day.
and you believed her. every. single. time.
“a-are you going to kill me?” your voice shook as you asked the question, and sevika only tilted her head, her expression unreadable.
“oh doll…” she sighed, cupping your jaw in her hand as her thumb caressed your jaw. “why would I ever want to hurt what’s mine?”
your breath hitched, eyes wide as sevika leaned in and captured your lips with her own - the kiss was soft and sensual, akin to the sevika you’ve known since day one. you’d be lying if you said you haven’t been daydreaming of this day because you have, not just under these circumstances.
still, even though a part of you screamed to push her away, to demand answers and to explain the nature of her being and why she decided to lie to you, you just couldn’t force yourself to care, so caught up in the way her lips moved against yours and the way her hands roamed against your body – squeezing and grabbing your hips before she hoisted up onto the counter, bracketing you in her strong arms as you mewled at the feeling of her grinding her pelvis against yours.
“vika… my love…” you moaned, her kisses moving down to the column of your throat before she opened her mouth and let her fangs scrape against your skin - not to hurt, just to tease.
which worked, making you gasp as she chuckled at your reaction “you still scared of me, doll?”
truthfully, you still are, and you know better than to believe her when she says that she wouldn’t hurt you. but with the way she handles you like you’re made out of porcelain, it just made everything else blur into the background.
so you don’t answer, instead you pull her close as she lets out a hum “atta girl,” she said, her lips traveling down to kiss your jaw, neck to the valley of your cleavage.
you were panting as she looked up at you and smirked, going lower before placing your thighs onto her broad shoulders - her mouth dangerously close to your clothed cunt and your eyes widened when her nostrils flared and her eyes glowed even brighter.
“fuck…” she said, pulling the garment to the side to expose your glistening pussy lips - coated not just in your slick, but also from blood.
your cheeks bloomed a crimson red when you realized you had been bleeding this entire time as your cycle started “v-vika, wait no, stop-”
“no wonder you’ve smelled so good and ripe,” she said, a growl to her voice as she stared up at you, almost as if she wanted to eat you whole “the smell, the swell of your breasts… it’s almost like you threw meat at the lion’s den.”
you processed her words, realizing she was right - if there was anyone to blame as to how you got into this situation it was yourself - you wanted her to make a move on you, to claim you.
“I d-didn’t think-”
your words died in your throat the second you felt it - her tongue, rough and eager, licking a fat stripe up your folds as you threw your head back and cried out.
“v-vika!”
“sweet mother of janna, you taste so fucking good.” she growled against your sopping folds, your slick and blood smeared against her mouth like she bit into a pomegranate.
the sight was both vulgar and arousing - and although you squirmed away in embarrassment - the way her eyes looked almost animalistic, as if she was high off drugs and had no intentions of coming down, made you feel so beautiful in ways where no man was ever capable of making you feel.
she continued her assault to your throbbing cunt, licking you up like you were the finest of nectar her tongue ever had the privilege of tasting - the muscle prodding against your walls before she ultimately plunged a finger in, making you arch your back as you gripped the edges of the counter and whined like a wounded animal.
eyes rolling to the back of your head as you bit your lip, feeling her hand reach up and pull down the cups of your dress, freeing your breasts from their confines as she squeezed them.
“fuck, fuck, just like that.” you cried out as she spreads you apart “don’t stop, please”
she pulled you by the plush of your thighs until your ass was practically hanging off the counter, to which she used as her leverage to bounce you on her face as you grinded eagerly onto her tongue, desperate for your release as sevika moaned at the taste of you.
“you taste so fucking addictive,.” she groaned “could fucking eat you up.”
her hand that was on your breast twisted one of your nipples, and that’s all it took for the band in your abdomen to finally snap as she rubbed harsh circles onto your clit.
you came and fell apart on her tongue, looking so gorgeous she had to stop and stare up at you in awe - her face still painted with your juices and blood as she licked the top of her lips, as if she had just finished savoring the most delectable cuisine.
your chest rose up and down as sevika stood back up and fixed your position on the counter, making you circle your arms around her shoulders as you held her tight.
meanwhile, she held you against her just as firmly, if anything quite possessively. because in this moment, now that she’s gotten a taste of you, she only knows one thing and one thing only:
“you’re mine,” she whispered in your ear, leaving no room for objection as you nodded, accepting your fate in the arms of the monster that’s claimed you.
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