Hi! Can I request hc for ikevamp? How would the suitors deal with the bloodthirst for their female s/o? I wouldn't mind it if the bloodthirst was unintentional or either initiated by the MC. If the bloodthirst promp was done, how would the suitors deal with their s/o licking their fangs or triggering their fangs to come out somehow? I wouldn't mind the genre of the fic ;) I appreciate you writing so much! Thank you!
Eeeeeeeee! GURL, I don’t think you understand how many time I’ve fantasized about LICKING THEIR FANGS! Also, the “bloodthirst” has NOT been requested before, BUT the FANG LICKING!? I have to do that one! I’m only going to do a couple of the suitors, though, so I hope you’re okay with that~
Arthur:
You’re pinned against the wall, his large hands on either side of your shoulders. You just looked so scrumptious today (and every day), he couldn’t help but snag you in a moment of lust.
Your tongues slowly, yet roughly, intertwine with one another, in sync with your heavy breathing. Just as your fingers firmly grasp the hair on the back of his head, he nearly stumbles from your takeover of control.
In that moment, you take advantage of his lowered guard and assert your newfound dominance. The tip of your tongue grazes the edge of his fangs. A pleasured moan escaped his throat and his hands clenched into fists.
However, you’re a little reckless, forgetting just how sharp vampire fangs. You’re tongue pricked a fang near the end of your “oral examination.” With the taste of your blood on his lips, he’s enriched with newfound energy and retakes control.
Fueled by the taste your rich rouge surfacing his tongue and your demanding, daring nature, Arthur now intends to fully give in to his lustful desires for you. He anticipated piercing your skin and listening to your pleasure-soaked cries.
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Comte:
Alone in his room, straddling his lap while he sits in his ornate chair, you two are sharing a private, intimate moment. His large, strong hands slowly stroked your body, his palms remembering every curve of your hips and thighs.
The tips of your hair tickle your lower back as you crane your neck back, feeling his lips tenderly explore your skin. For a brief moment, his fangs graze against the side of your neck, closer than normal, and a sultry sigh heats your skin.
“Let me feel your fangs,” you say, your words trembling from your lips. The air if the room immediately changes and he stops, hesitant. You shift your gaze to his, eyes serious and concerned. “Just... let me.”
With one arm tightly wrapped around your waist, he smirks and entangles his fingers in your hair at the back of your head. Pulling you towards him, his lips find yours and then your tongues meet.
His kiss was rough and demanding, guiding the movements of your tongue precisely. As if stroking the edge of a sharp blade, you feel one of his long fangs against the side of your tongue. Dancing on the edge of danger, you mewl as he guides you to his other fang.
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Theodorus:
Another morning, another batch of syrup-drenched pancakes, and you love it. This particular morning, you’re entranced with his beauty and examine every moment, from his strong jaw chewing to his lips tightly shut to keep his precious food in.
As he raises another fork full to his widely opened mouth, you see a sticky drop of syrup drip off from one of his fangs. Instinctively your hand covers a fading bite mark on your neck. Keenly taking notice of your odd behavior, he turns to you and asks, “Is everything okay?”
Placing a delicate hand on his cheek, you trace his bottom lip with your thumb, remembering the intense pleasure emanating from the bite he gave you the night before. You craved it. “Can I... feel your fangs?”
He trusts you completely, so he complies. After swallowing any bit of food that might have been in his mouth, he opens wide. Swallowing a hard lump in your throat, you lean in, feeling his muscles tense up as you do for he didn’t know what to expect.
Using the very tip of your tongue, you start at one fang; delicious syrup could still be tasted. His breath caught in his throat as he felt your tongue trace over his front incisors to feel his other fang. A small gasp escaped from you as you felt your bite mark start to burn, sending sparks to your core.