.𖥔݁˖ thinking of vampires who adore the sacrament of you, their little pet, feeding upon them. they encourage your biting, cradling your head against their bared neck so tenderly it borders on patronising. the breaths they need not take still when your incisors press into their skin, as though your blunt teeth could ever wound them like how their fangs effortlessly pierce through your flesh. they whisper for you to inflict pain upon their immortal flesh, to make them feel what it means to live again. oh brave, sweet human, bite harder.
.𖥔݁˖ thinking of vampires who use their own fangs to puncture their wrists above your lips, their slit pupils dilating as they watch their black coagulated blood fighting its viscosity to slowly drip into your waiting mouth. it is dark and reluctant, resisting parting from its immortal host into the shameful body of a lesser animal, yet its former owner looks at you with such unmistakable reverence, with such flagrant disregard for the arguments of their flesh.
Oh, oh, I know!! Ferid hunting the reader down in the woods. He has some sort of handicap to give them a fair chance, but he’s having way too much fun hunting them down.
— 🧛♀️ Last idea, promise, not spamming.
Finally done with this, I hope thou will find it pleasant.
Yandere Ferid Bathory x Abducted reader pt2
The damn forest air burned your lungs as your bare feet slammed against the damp soil and rotting twings on the ground. You couldn't feel the pain of stepping on pebbles, adrenaline had taken over your senses. Tears blurred your eyes as you ran through the thorns which tore your dress. You didn't dare look back. The soft and slow thud of boots echoed through the dark woods clear enough for you to hear it. You knew who it was. Or, you thought you knew who it was. Some men broke the cell doors you were in and in a fit of violent chaotic ambush in the estate you managed to slip away into the night.
But you didn't get too far till a shadow stalked you. You knew the vampire was chasing you slowly, letting you think you had a chance at escape. "Running so fast, little lamb?" a voice called out from behind you in the darkness. The voice was muffled by the canopy of surrounding trees. "Careful now, you wouldn't want to trip in the dark." Panic siezed your heart as it hammered against your ribs. You wiped your tears, forcing your legs to move faster. And a few hundred yards behind Ferid Bathory was having the time of his life. He was casually leaning against a massive oak tree, a golden pocket watch dangling from his gloved fingers. He had purposefully tied one of his arm behind his back as well as blindfolded himself with a slik cloth. Afterall, chasing the love of his life only with his sense of smell, hearing and a single functioning hand made the chase so much more exciting. "Oh, you're turning to the left darling" Ferid murmured as he chuckled to himself a delighted grin spreading across his face. He snapped the pocket watch close as he slipped it into his vest, "Times up"
With a blur he vanished from the tree. Even with no sight and a hand tied behind his back he could navigate your movements from miles away. He chased you with grace and silence as he heard you when you slipped on a patch of wet moss, scrambling to keep your balance. You thought you were gaining ground as the silence behind yoh was deafening, hope flared in your chest for a moment. Suddenly the wind rushed past you, before you could even register what was happening, a looming shadow tackled you to the ground, his solid weight slammed against your torso.
You let out a strangled gasp as the air was knocked out of your lungs. His face leaned into your ear, "Got you" he whispered while you thrashed against him, screaming for him to let go of you. "Get off of me! Let go!" "Now, why would I do that after I went through the trouble of disabling myself?" He let out a rich laugh which sent bolts of recognition through your senses. He snapped the restraint behind him with ease, flexing his freed fingers. He ripped off the silk blindfold with another hand as his eyes pierced into yours. His silver strands of air cascaded down his shoulder and onto your sides, strands of his bangs slick with sweat as it clung to his face. "F-Ferid?" you whispered as you lifted your palm to cup his jaw, the terror in your heart melting away, "In the flesh, my sweet little lamb" He cooed, leaning in and brushing his nose against yours. "Who else did you think it was? Did you really think I'd let a third rate vampire keep my favourite doll?"
"I thought they were going to kill me, I was so scared" you whispered to him as a tear slipped your eye. Ferid wiped it with his thumb and brough it up to his mouth, licking it with a swipe of his tongue. "I must say I'm quite offended. You didn't even look back to gaze at your saviour. You just ran and ran. I chased you while being disabled. Well I did do that purposefully" he smirked at you,. You stared at his face with utter disbelief as a breathless laugh escaped your lips, "You're insane" "I prefer the term 'creative'. And I must say watching you run for your life was the most fun I've had all century. You looked agonizingly desperate" he said as he gazed upon your panting form.
Your clothes were torn, exposing the soft skin of your collarbone and chest, your skin illuminated by the moonlight. The sight made his fangs ache with hunger. He leaned into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin and the earth beneath you, "The hunt is over now and the predator demands his prize" You looked at him confused. "We're in the middle of the woods.." you said as he pressed a cold kiss to your pulse, "So nobody can hear you scream my name" he whispered to the shell of your ear his voice dropping into a raspy tone. The damp forest ground was cold beneath you as the smell of pines filled the air.
With a swift movement, Ferid tore the front of your shirt open, exposing your breasts to the cool night air. You shievered as his cold hand cupped you, his thumb rubbing over your nipple until it hardened. You let out a soft moan, arching you back into his touch. "Look at you" he mocked gently, "So eager for me. Did he touch you like this? Did he make you crave this like I do?" he asked as he unbuckled himself with the other hand, freeing his shaft. "No" you panted, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him flush against you. "He kept me in a cell", " A cell? How dull" he said softly before positioning himself between your thighs, the tip of his length rubbing against your core which was slick with arousal, "I prefer to let my lamb run so I can break her legs when I catch her" He fully drove inside you with one deep thrust as a loud piercing cry left your lips echoing through the forest. The sheer fullness of his length stretching you made you rool your eyes back. He didn't give you a moment to adjust as he began pounding into you. "Ferid, slow down!" you said as your nails dug into his skin, "Slow down? Absolutely not. Do you know how boring that council meeting was? And then I find out you're stolen? I deserve to-ngh enjoy myself" Ferid gasped as a breathless laugh escaped him while he rocked his hips forward, hitting your sweet spot with brutal accuracy.
He leaned in and bit down on your shoulder, drinking from you greedily. You cried out, the sharp sting of his fangs mixing with the intense pleasure between your thighs, creating an intoxication which made your senses go hazy. He was completely driven by tthe thrill of the chase. "You could run to the ends of the earth and you'd still be my doll who I temporarily misplaced" he sneered, "There is nowhere you can hide where my name wont find you" he whispered, as you cried out, as a powerful wave of orgasm began to crash over you while you registered what he said to you. His thrusts became short and devastatingly deep, consumed by you. He gripped your chin with one hand forcing you to look at him, "You agree, don't you?" he snarled, "Y-yes-ngh" you whimpered as you felt his hot release flood inside of you, your own climax shattering your senses too. You clamped around him, chest heaving, completely spent, your body feeling the residual waves of ecstacy. Ferid collapsed against you, his breath mingling with yours as he felt your core squeezing around him and your heart hammering beneath his chest. He stayed inside you for a long while before lifting himself up slightly, leaning on his elbow while looking at you with a smile on his face.
"You're an absolute monster" you let out a weak, exhausted laugh as you slapped his shoulder. "Oh, you love me for it" he cooed as he pulled himself away from you. He brought two hands under your armpit, sitting you up as he brought his cape behind you, wrapping your bare body with it. "Now lets get you cleaned up. I believe I still have a noble to torture and I'd hate to keep him waiting" his voice sly as he pressed his lips against yours softly.
When you don’t say “I love you back”(yandere! Vampire Edition)
Crowley smirks. “Too good to say it back?” He likes when you play hard to get. Since these words hold some weight over his head, he’ll do anything to hear you utter them for him even if you don’t mean them. He’s popping up at every training, any battle with needed assistance, even when you’re miles away from him. He needs to hear you say it.
Ferid is baffled at the way you treat your future king. How dare you not declare you love him after he uttered such words? A vampire of his status stooping so low? He will follow you around the estate to wherever you’re going demanding that you say these three words back to him or else…
Mikaela doesn’t think much of it until it replays in his head over and over again. It immediately has him seeking you out before he even registers it. He’s itching to find you to sort this out because you do love him, right?
Lacus repeats himself, but when he realizes you have no intention of saying it back. He’ll find other ways to force it out of you. Your cat went missing last week? Look who found it for you. You’re missing inherited jewelry? Oh, look who found it for you. Now he wants you to find three words.
Rene claims he doesn’t care, and that’s true, on the outside. He’s a chaotic mess on the inside. He’s wrecked with thoughts of you escaping again without hearing these three words. You’re tearing him apart and don’t even realize it until it’s too late.
Urd stares you down. Keeping him waiting like this just to hear a few words is doing things to him. He doesn’t repeat himself because he knows he was loud and clear, so why are you responding to everything else but those words? It rattles him and will have him burning holes into your head with his staring.
Saito doesn’t care enough to deal with your forgetfulness is what he tells himself. You definitely didn’t hear him is what he says to himself, but he doesn’t repeat because he knows the truth. He doesn’t put effort into forcing you to say it back, instead, he’d rather it come naturally. And if it doesn’t, he’ll take some steps to make it happen.
Lest is heartbroken. You must be telling someone else these words then? Is that why you can’t say it back? He stalks you that entire day. He’s convinced you have another lover on the side and he’ll make them pay. And if he isn’t satisfied with what he’s seeing, don’t expect him to be so loving later.
Ky will say it over and over again. You aren’t leaving without saying these words to him. Don’t you understand? He can’t let you go outside without knowing if you love him. He needs you to be with him at all times if your love isn’t strong enough yet, he needs to know that you’ll return to him as you promised.
