Vampire! Yandere! Suguru Geto x AFAB! Reader Part 1
✦Kinktober Masterlist✦ Part 2 (Part 3 Coming Soon)
W/C: 1070
Warnings/Contains: Reader is kidnapped and chained, mentions of wounds and self-harm, unassisted orgasm, dub-con
Your brain is slowly dissipating the fogginess of sleep. Cold metal against your wrists is the most prominent feeling that breaks through. Flashes of the past few weeks graze your memory.
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“If you didn't try to kick me away, I wouldn't need to restrain your feet.”
“If you didn't protest eating, I wouldn't have to force you.”
Flashes of orgasmic bliss, but completely out of context.
“I don't want to hurt you.”
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“I don't want her to get hurt, idiot!” Some sort of smack echoes in the cold stone room.
“But sir, she wouldn't stop scratching at her wrists.”
“Then get a damn healer in here and loosen her chains.” Footsteps shuffle followed by the clink of a door. A sigh can be heard in the now silence.
The discussion from the voices in the room made you aware of the awkward pull in your shoulders. Arms are pulled tight above your head, caging your head in place between your biceps. You try to move your head, shift side to side with no luck. Slowly opening your eyes as they adjust to the light streaming in from the small high window.
The dark haired man once again fills your vision, standing at the foot of the bed. His long hair tied into a half-bun to show off his earrings. Silver. Clearly a sign of wealth, and immunity. Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut. You're too scared to move. Your captor. The way he looks at others sends chills down your spine, but he has only ever looked at you with adoration. His features soften when his hand falls to his side and looks up to see you gazing back.
He silently pads over and reaches for your arms. You can’t help but try to flinch away. Concern flashes across his brow at your reaction. His touch is soft as he loosens the chain attached to your metal cuffs. Holding your hands in his as he gently guides them down into your lap. The metal chain clinks and rattles with every movement. You wince at the change in position of your stiff joints.
“Allow me.”
Your wide eyes are on him as he gently raises your torso to sit higher and slides in behind you. The bed you're tied to shifting with his additional weight. His body is cold behind you, adding to the chill in the cavernous room. Trying not to stiffen at the way he touches your shoulders. Flashes of a luxurious bed come to mind. You had started in a much more lavish room. Downgraded with each escape attempt, until you remained here. Dungeon seemed the most appropriate word.
The iron door swinging open brought your attention back to the present. The desire to scratch at your sore wrists was only stopped by the way the man behind you methodically kneaded his fingers into your sore muscles. A shorter woman entered the room as a guard closed the door behind her. Returning to his post on the other side of the door. Was he the other voice? The woman bowed at the waist, although it was short lived as she quickly relaxed her stature. Presumably showing respect to the man behind you, but without the highest formalities. “What this time, Geto?”
Her voice was surprisingly warm for how cold and methodical she acted.
“Her wrists.” Your gaze finally locked on your own skin. Scabbed and bloody underneath the metal. It felt as if you weren't in your own body. The guard had said you had done this to yourself? There was no way. Of course you wanted out. Back into your warm bed where Satoru would protect you from anything… But not enough to hurt yourself like this. Satoru had also promised to keep you safe, and here you were. Maybe you were capable of doing that after all.
“Shoko, be gentle.”
“Painless and quick are opposites here, you know that.”
Shoko, the healer, starts muttering and chanting things that don't make sense. A warm glowing light emanates from her hands and encapsulates your wrists. You hiss a sharp intake of air at the pain. I thought she was a healer.
“Let me distract you,” that sultry voice from behind you rattles your eardrums. Geto shifts the hair on your neck to lay across your other shoulder. His breath on your shoulder. No. Everything in your body was telling you to run but you were stuck. The pain, the green light, and the man, your brain felt like it was malfunctioning. No. You yelp at the sting on your neck. That familiar warmth. Not again. You could feel it course through your veins. Making your entire body hot, igniting your core. Searching for some sort of friction, any kind of relief, your thighs rub together.
Winces of pain slowly morph into moans of pleasure. You couldn't quite tell if the moans that started to fill the room were really your own. Maybe it was a symphony with the dark haired brute as he enjoyed the taste of your blood. Sick Bastard. That might have been what you would think if you had any control over your own thoughts, or even your own body. It betrayed you as the toxin invaded your senses. All sense of sound turned into a dull ring. You had a vague understanding of the cause of your body's convulsions, your vocal chords to cry out, your walls to clench on nothing. All your brain could process was the sweet release as your body betrayed your mind.
Shoko retracted her hands. Her words are hazy in your mind, “Anything else?”
The man, if he could be called that, removed his teeth from sinking into your flesh. Your body melting back into him. Leaning into his strong form. You could feel the holes on your neck closing immediately. The warmth of his wet tongue as he licked up the tiny dribble of blood that tried to escape. Leaving your neck looking as if nothing had happened.
“Does anything else hurt?” A sultry whisper to the shell of your ear. At least that's how it felt through the blur.
Your breathing was heavy and mind so foggy with the aftermath of your release that you barely shook your head. Not comprehending enough to know if anything else was in pain to even ask for assistance. Your breathing slowed before passing out once again.
perhaps vamp! sukuna and vamp! toji capturing pure blood reader and using them as their personal blood bag but making sure the reader is taken care of because they need their blood supply (and they developed feelings for reader) :0
NO BC U ARE IN SYNC WITH ME i have been writing vamp levi for the past few days as well as vamp choso (red blood part 2) !!
i don't think i can fit everything into a short drabble but i can help u quench your thirst ~
cw: blood, blood drinking, kissing
toji's teeth puncture the thick of neck. you jolt, yet with the firm grip over your shoulder, all attempts to squirm from fangs are done so in vain.
at first, the piercing of skin had caused a sharp sting, though with each swallow, you were left with only dull ache. this soon faded too, the numbing tingle from venom mixed into bloodstream easing any pain prey would feel. the deep gulps and hums rang in your ears, though only lasting a few moments before toji pulled himself from you, the red of irises complimenting that of thick blood pooling at the corners of his lips; the drips either side resembling tears.
when sukuna takes his turn, there's much less resistance from you. your eyes close when his lips meet your neck, with only a quick breath before you're slumping back against the other male.
with each drink, you're left dizzy, yet the attention both curses had given you had been intoxicating. being locked away as the pureblood royalty you'd been, this had been the most you'd been touched by another being. it was addicting.
"- getting weaker." you weren't sure which of them had spoken through the daze, but before you'd opened your eyes to question, your mouth had been pressed shut - an iron taste trickling over tongue.
you accepted the drink, hands coming to clutch over the wrist you'd been offered with a groan of appreciation. when grounded, you pulled from flesh, glancing up to the source.
seeing remnants of your blood on toji's lips had drawn you to lean toward him, hand grasping at the underside of his head to bring him closer. due to shock, he hadn't kissed back immediately, though when the familiar taste of his own ambrosia had been swiped over lip, he'd come to the realisation you'd wanted him.
toji's tongue flickered against your own, the blood held within your mouths swapped between one another before pulling back, eyes locking.
sukuna had watched with patience long enough, long black nails pinching fat of cheek when his fingers had enveloped your chin, turning your gaze to him.
he'd been much rougher, fangs puncturing lips to draw blood between each of you, tongue pressing harshly into your mouth and dragging over the wound just caused.
Genre: Smut, fluff, romance, established relationship
Warnings: Smut, cunnilingus, female receiving, blood, vampire feeding, Jk is a whiny boy and we love him for it
Summary: There are very few pleasures in this world as great and lovely as riling Jungkook up.
Word Count: 2137
Thank you to my darling @miscelunaaa for putting your magnificent orbs on this when I needed you most. Thank you to AMC for putting out a new interview with the vampire series. And thank you to JJK for deciding to put out an entire VAMPIRE THEMED PHOTO SHOOT LIKE A MAD MAN.
How his eyes shine against the ruby of the silk, an apt choice—it’s a dark musing from your position, lounging opposite of him on the chaise, sipping from the darkened wine he says makes you taste especially … divine.
Only he would give into his vanity enough to buy silken sheets the same shade as his eyes. Languidly, you reach down to pluck a grape from the silver platter … purple. Then it was good you had worn the burgundy dress this evening.
Since he so ardently was attempting to adhere to a color scheme. Reds, blacks, the deepest purples—everything as vivid a warning as a black widow before she strikes.
Yet it’s you that is smirking as you drag your finger across your tongue, savoring the sweetness—another thing he likes … when you’re sweet.
Between the two of you, you’re truly the deadly one, even if he has the fangs.
He’s watching you, gaze shifting from alluring, a look you’ve come to know all too well … to something more along the lines of petulant, something you’ve also come to know all too well, and it pleases you, watching his well-kept nails dig into those silken sheets as you grab the book sitting on the marble top side table, opening it to the spot you left off on.
How he hates it when you do this, and you have to bite back a genuine smile, and the urge to laugh, especially when he sighs, trying to play off his frustrations as desire—when the only thing he’s desiring right now is your undivided attention.
“Is something wrong, dearest?” You finally acknowledge him when he sighs again, going so far as to unbutton the already scandalously low dip of his shirt. “Are you not entertained? Should I fetch you a book?”
“No, I have no need of—of literature.” His eyes are shining, and you can feel the pull of them. “Why should I bore my fingertips with parchment when they could be trailing your skin instead?” It’s bold, meant to elicit a reaction, to tempt you to him, into his arms like a willing supplicant.
“Your pretty eyes don’t work on me, Jungkook.” You feign boredom, licking your finger to turn the page, eyes barely even skimming the words. “As haunting and desperate as they are.”
“I am not desperate!” He whines, sitting up, grabbing a pillow to hug to his form. “I’m beautiful, a darling, admired by all—”
“And desperate for my attention nonetheless.” You quash him mid-sentence. “Perhaps if you come to me as a supplicant, if you offer yourself in worship to me maybe I’ll want to play with you, maybe I’ll give you some of the attention you’re clearly thirsting for.”
“Shouldn’t you be worshiping me?” Jungkook is crawling to the edge of the luxurious bed even as he talks. “A creature of darkness, of eternal life, of power and pleasures … aren’t I the god worth worshiping?” And you laugh, languid still as you shift in your seat.
“If you wanted to be worshiped, you would have taken up with someone else, but you’re here—with me.” And for a moment you let your voice soften, knowing that more than anything what he wants is your love, your attention, your reassurance of affection. “And not out there cavorting with your brethren.” His knees have hit the ground, expensive cloth dragging as he makes his way to you till he’s crouched in front of you, in front of the chaise.
“Will you let me touch you, then?” He asks, wide eyes shining as spectacularly as the most expensive rubies. “May I worship you with my hands?”
“With your hands” you agree. “And mouth.” You tack on. “Perhaps even your teeth if your prayers are fervent enough.” And he’s groaning at that, the prospect of your blood just as delectable as what you’re asking him to do. For he does love to worship you, every piece of your lively, mortal flesh.
And God knows you have quite a canvas for him to paint in his touch, ample flesh to grip till bruising, to litter in love bites. Dimpled skin perfect for his fingertips, as he often reminds you, eyes darkened to an almost feral shade. And at this moment, you know he’s going for a place he especially loves.
“Right for my thighs?” You hum, calling him out, and his firm grip on your stockinged calves. “That’s a rather rushed trip to the altar I’d say.” It’s a tease that has him pouting, resting his chin on your knees.
“Perhaps I just want to give special attention to a particular area that should be especially worshiped—”
“You could have the decency to take off my stockings.” You roll your eyes and he flashes you a sheepish little grin, one that reveals just a little snag of sharpened tooth. Then, of course, he’s obediently doing as he’s told, undoing the ribbons that rest just above your knees, holding up the expensive stockings, smiling at the soft shade of blue.
“I was beginning to wonder if you had truly forgotten yourself and come completely in red.” He murmurs, gently sliding off your shoes, touches feather-light enough to raise goosebumps against your skin. “As flattered as I am, perhaps I think you look sweeter still in blue.” Your favorite color, the same as the softest sky. “It reminds me of when we met.” Shoes forgotten on the floor, stockings now neatly folded, his strong hands knead gently against your calves, drawing sounds from you that already qualify as indecent.
“Such a lovely little wife you’d make,” you tease him. “Folding my clothes, giving me massages—”
“Worshiping you,” he huffs, lightly pinching your ankle, just barely. “... Though—if I had to be someone’s wife, I’d like to be yours.” He kisses at the inside of your knee. Just the smoothing of his lips over your skin. You know he longs to disappear under your skirts, to have at you like a man starved. But for now, he’s taking it slow. Resting one of your heels on his shoulder as he kisses your calf, dainty little smooches growing more brazen and messy the further he works his way up.
“Ah.” Now, you’re helping him, or maybe yourself, gathering the fabric of your skirts and pulling them above your knees. Giving him a fair view of what he already knows.
That you hadn’t worn anything underneath.
“Better?” you question, but he only hisses softly, surprising you with the glint of his fangs. “Not better … ?” You’re shocked, a hand coming to card through his hair. “I suppose I can toss my skirts over your head if you’d prefer.” And you pull his hair, tipping his head back. “Or nothing at all if you’re going to be rude.” At that the feral glint in his eyes fades, just a bit.
“I’m sorry.” He rubs his cheek on your thigh. Your legs already parted for him. “I got carried away, I was so focused … you startled me,” he admits, reminding you again, that as pretty as he is, he’s still a vampire at the end of the day … and could drain you dry if he lost control.
Well, not quite, you think to yourself, you always have some tricks up your sleeve. Still—it would be a thoroughly unpleasant experience that would leave him in tears, reminded of your mortality—and how fragile you are, and feeling guilty about his nature.
“Try not to bite the hand that feeds you.” You settle on, stroking his cheek gently. “I want to watch you.”
“Well what I want—” Jungkook says, as though he’s been asked. “Is for you to be naked. Completely so.” His hand is on your bodice, intention more than clear.
“Jungkook—” you warn. “This outfit is expensive.”
“And it’s too red,” he declares, like you hadn’t gone through the trouble of matching his aesthetic. “I appreciate how you look … in my bedroom, but against your skin it’s too much like blood.”
“Isn’t that what you want from me? My blood?” you ask, earning a very fussy looking frown.
“I want so much more than that, and you know that.” Jungkook’s eyes narrow, and you resign yourself, knowing you’ve damned yourself to nakedness with your teasing.
“Fine, my love, but I only brought one outfit,” you warn, which only makes him laugh.
“As though I don’t have clothes for you here?” Jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow, and there it is—the tear of cloth echoing in the room as he literally rips open your dress, and the layers beneath, leaving you bare and exposed in the darkened room.
“I hope you’re suitably proud of yourself,” you sigh, shrugging off the material as he grins happily from the spot he’s retaken on the floor. “Little demon.”
“I am.” Those strong hands are back on your legs, pulling them to part, so that he can sit between them, pressing a kiss to the roll of your stomach, rubbing his cheek against the soft flesh. “You’re so warm.” It’s pleasure, the sound on his lips as his hands go back to making indents in your thighs, as his head dips lower. “And here … so hot.” He has no sense of shame when it comes to your body. Seeking out the heat of your center, but still—still not giving you what you need, choosing instead to use his tongue for evil. To press kisses everywhere but where you want his mouth, his lips.
“Jungkook—”
“I’m worshiping you.” He cuts off your complaint before you can even make it. “Taking it slow just like you had foolishly requested.” Damn him for using your words against you, littering your inner thighs with love bites, promises of where he’d like to feed from you later on. Every so often there is a ghost of a touch to your core, tongue flicking against your clit, enough to set you on edge.
So you sigh, trying to feign boredom, going so far as to relax your body, lightly stroking at his hair. Humming a soft little tune that makes him grumble; his eyes meet yours, with an indignant sparkle.
“Hm?” And you’re grinning. “What’s that look for?” But he doesn’t say anything, shifting forward so—
Well … so he can give you what you want. Mouth around your pearl, and it’s hot, the way he sucks at it, his fingers coming to slide inside of you while you’re lost in the feeling of his mouth. “Ngh—Ah! J-Jungkook!” Now this, this is what you want, with his arms around your thick thighs, and your knees resting on his shoulders.
He eats you out like a man starved, and perhaps he is … starved of your attention from tonight’s teasing, eager to get back at you by tasting you on his tongue, by having you lose yourself to him.
Your grip in his hair tightens, your hips shifting to meet the thrust of his fingers as your eyes squeeze shut. He—he is skilled in your body, time has given him that, and he loves to learn. Every spot that makes you shudder, he’s found and memorized. Every way to crook his fingers and draw pleasure—
As he does now. And you don’t even bother to try and stifle the pleasured keen that leaves your lips.
He plays you like a musical instrument, like you’re his favorite piece—a song at its crescendo. Till you’re crashing around him, his name a dreamy sigh, as tense muscles slacken.
As he lifts his face up, mouth glistening with your essence. He is so beautiful, covered in the remnants of your pleasure, it makes you feel weak.
Weak for him.
“C-can I?” And before he can finish, you’re pushing his head down, letting him sink his fangs into your thigh—drawing a moan turned whimper from you, as a different kind of high takes over. That light, dreamy feeling—someone had once told you a vampire feed was like the most delicious opium, a soaked poppy dripping down your throat.
“Ah … Ngh … Jungkook—” And about the time you say his name, he takes the hint, quick to pull away, lapping at the wounds until the bleeding stops, until there is naught but bruised skin their stead. “Are you content ...?”
“You know I’m far more than that.” He’s resting his head on your thigh. And he rubs his cheek against your skin when you go back to playing with his hair.
“You’re right, you’re my spoiled little prince.” You are happy—happy at how he shifts to nip at your fingers, before wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you, face pressed against the soft flesh of your stomach.
“Still, at least I’m yours.”
“Mine to take to bed,” you promise. “Now. To destroy your sheets like you did my dress.”
He will be a vampire like those in Black Dagger Brotherhood
Like seriously, have you seen this?
Yup definitely those kinds of vampire that has power, a gigantic body and of course, that massive d---
Definitely good at fighting
Just the sight of him makes all men cowering in fear
Keeping you as his blood bank
And f-ck buddy of course
Extremely possessive
Won't turn you, so you could be his blood bank forever
And he loves how helpless you are and the control he has over you so yeah
Jin
Soft vampire
That kind of vampire that lives alone in the cabin in the woods
That 'don't get closer to me'
You met him while you were camping there, he helped you when a bear almost caught you
He will be a legend that says, if you throw rubbish here then you will die
Well, that's good because the lake and forest is always clean
Will probably turn you so you could accompany him
Nanami
Noble vampire
Ugh seriously, this man is a gentleman
Will open the door for you, even though he can't come inside unless you invited him in
Will said no if you asked him to turn you into a vampire
Even if he said yes, that's a lie
You would lay there with your eyes closed with your arms circling around his neck, and his mouth is on your neck. You can't help but feel nervous that now he is going to turn you. He starts with kissing your neck, over and over again. Then he licks your neck and leaves a love mark there. You can't hold yourself to escape a few moans and sigh in content. Those hundreds of years of living really taught him something. He continues assaulting your neck until there were so many lovebites there.
'This is going nowhere' you thought
End up with you being mad at him. "I asked you to turn me into a vampire, but you turned me horny instead"
"Should I continue?"
"Yes, please"
You could imagine what happened next:)
Gojo
'Stop comparing me to edward cullen' that's what he said
Will mock you every day for being weak
That's why you compare him with edward cullen, so you could get him mad the same way he did to you
But he still loves you though
"Let's race, if I win you will kiss and buy me an ice cream"
Of course, he won. He would do something like that every day.
On a day, he will be in his windowless bedroom and be like, "come on cover me, we couldn't let the sunlight touches me" he said when he actually just wanted to be hug all-day
Will turn you so he could annoy you for eternity
Geto
He would like to tell you some history, and you will be there, propping your head while looking at him in awe
He would cook for you and tell you the story behind those foods. "So you know the secret of making a good lasagna is actually..."
When you went to Italy with him, he would be like, "this is where I met Dante"
When you go to the museum, he would explain it to you in the way that you don't find it boring, but it would be fun and make you wanted to learn more. Even the docent is jealous
"Let's go, I will show you a place that I once find in 1786, let's hope it's still there"
Will turn you into one
And treat you like a princess everyday
When you adopt a child, he will do the history homework of your children
Vampire! Yandere! Suguru Geto x AFAB! Reader Part 2
✦Kinktober Masterlist✦ Part 1 (Part 3 Coming Soon)
W/C: 630
Warnings/Contains: Reader is kidnapped, unassisted orgasm, dub-con
You sit at the window staring out at the world that you once had freedom in. You can see the summer storm rolling in across the mountains in the distance. Can practically smell the moisture on the horizon. You've learned over the past few months: There is no escaping the castle.
You never would have imagined that one day you would be trapped in the gorgeous castle you grew up seeing on the outskirts of town, secluded by the surrounding forest. The farthest you got was during your first week here. That was how they learned how much security you would require. That was about five months ago, if you had to pick a date. You've slowly earned a more luxurious room. It is small, but at least has a moderate fireplace, window, and private latrine. Warmth, longing, and decency.
The rattle of a key in the door alerts you of his arrival. A now regular occurrence. Not enough to pull your attention from the outside world.
“Why do you still daydream?” your gaze falls to him out of the corner of your eye. His figure stalking closer to you, “What here is not enough for you?”
You practically roll your eyes as they return to the window. Vision not focused on anything in particular, “I don't think you’ll ever understand.”
“I can guess…” He pauses, as if expecting you to respond. To encourage whatever game he wants to play. After a moment he continues without your engagement, “Some knight that white haired companion of yours was… if he really was the most renowned swordsman of this country, wouldn't you think he would have found you by now?”
“Was?” Venom. The word leaving your mouth doesn't sound like your own voice. Growled with the scowl that overtakes your face. You never trained as a fighter but you would attack this man if he ever hurt Satoru.
“Although I am flattered, I am trying to stay on your good side.” He flashes that wickedly perfect smile. “I simply meant that he is no longer your lover, am I wrong?”
You huff, irritation still remains in your features. You throw your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck and returning to look at the encroaching storm. “Just have your meal and leave, Geto.”
“You are mine now, you know that.” Deep, possessive, dominating.
“As if I have a choice.” It's barely above a whisper, but you know he heard it.
As he crouches next to where you lounge on the padded bench, he gently trails his fingertips down your arm, “You know I can make this so much more enjoyable for you.”
You ignore his comments. Geto might be able to make you orgasm at will, but he is still nothing compared to Satoru. The longing in your dreams that still haunts you. How you still have every shade and tone of those sky blue irises memorized. A crystal sky that you could choose to see on any cloudy day.
This time he trails a few kisses down the junction of your shoulder and neck. Your breathing quickens. You fight down that familiar feeling. Jumping slightly at his words in your ear, “Suguru, my given name is Suguru.”
Suguru may be an incredibly handsome creature, but you won’t give in that easily. His mind games have yet to break past your exterior. The familiar sting of his fangs as they break your skin causes you to wince. The pain is short lived before his toxin warms your body once again. Your slick quickly gathers between your legs.
You've learned not to fight back as hard. The more you fight the more intense it feels. You still can't stop the way your eyes roll back and legs squeeze together. A routine you can now never escape.
