#subby vampire

[service-mutts-doghouse]

Hear me out on subby vampires;

Just begging for a taste..just a drop of the intoxication..~

Maybe they can suck it off a cut on your finger~

Hey, so, I love YOU, random citizen.

YANDERE, SUBBY, MASC VAMPIRE(AFAB OR POST OP. VAMP) /X/ ANY READER/ INCLUDES: BLOOD/ NSFW&SFW/ THEMES/YANDERE/WORSHIP KINK/

Your vampire boyfriend clings to you every chance he gets. He has to stay home when you go out, but he needs you so much that he's begged to go out at night with you instead.

When you do have to go out during the day, he waits by the door for you or anxiously cleans up the house.

One night, you came home, and he was wearing his black silk robe. He ran over to you and kissed at your neck.

"My love, may I?"

You laughed a little at his desperation, and he whined, clasping at your clothing with his long nails.

"I'm not sure. Have you been good today?"

You smile at him, intertwining your fingers in his hair. He slipped to his knees and looked up at you, sliding his hands up the backs of your legs to one of your hands.

"Yes.. please, even just a little.. it doesn't have to be from your neck.."

He always had blood easily accessible to him at home, the best of the best, you'd made sure. But nothing was as good as your blood. His beloved partner's warm, delicious blood.

He holds your hand to his lips and kisses softly from the wrist to the fingertip, running your fingers lightly over his fangs as he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

When he'd slipped to the floor, the shoulders of his robe slipped down to his arms, making the lacey, black, men's lingerie peak from beneath the silk.

"Awe, you got all dressed up for me?"

Blush tugged his cheeks into an embarrassed smile.

"Anything for you.."

You ran your thumb over one of his fangs and pressed your fi ger teasingly against the sharp end. The puddle of vampire on the floor held his mouth open for you, panting softly.

He could hear your pulse beating in his head, louder and louder.

"Alright."

You pressed and winced softly as blood trickled down your finger into his mouth, and he held your hand and wrist.

He sucked softly on your thumb and ran his tongue over the new cut. You felt his getting antsy with his teeth and gently pressed a finger to his forehead.

"Gently... remember your manners."

"Yes, my dear. I apologize.. I just missed you so much. Please, may I have more?"

<This is short, but I'd love to do more of subby vamp<3>

[lacetop]

you shudder through the last shocks of your orgasm, stetching luxuriously into the cushions propping you up and groaning in satisfaction. the long twining tongues stroking you press firm and steady as the pulses fade, just how you like it. the tips are flicking at where you're most sensitive, an eager offer to its master of more. 

you could have another, you think, propping yourself up to look down your body at the creature obediently lapping at you. 

its dark eyes are unfocused and rolling, lost in the ecstasy of service. the expression on its pale face is completely open, completely unconscious to anything at all except the will and the pleasure of its master on its tongues. yes, you could have another several like that. 

it whines, beseeching. the sound is like buckling metal. you reach down into its hair and twist, and it shows you the whites of its eyes with a blissful creak.

it's holding itself perfectly, obediently still. with its maw held wide open, the creature's tangle of curving, jutting fangs frame your flesh swollen red and throbbing. the tips of eager points just barely divot into your skin, as close as it can obediently be and reaching its tongues out for your use, drunk on your warmth.

"good pet," you tell it, and it shamelessly humps the pillow you placed under its hips. "good little leech. you want some, huh?"

its wide eyes snap into focus, searching your face with a wild, wordless desperation. you tilt your hip, pressing your thigh closer into to a snarl of teeth.

"beg."

it bats its long, dark lashes and shivers and lets out a piteous wail, grinding low tones scraping against a whistling shriek. the pathetic display, with eyes rolling and hips juttering, makes you throb, and you indulgently stroke at yourself into its open jaws.

"horrid creature. you're lucky i'm here to take care of you. keep you safe and feed you--"

it whines and flicks its tongues at where its pointed teeth divot into your skin. 

"there, there. i've got you."

with a shift of your hip the curved edge of a cruel fang finally slices past your skin. bright red wells up from the shallow cut and the creature lets out a gutteral exclamation of need and relief. it grips tight to the pillow it's rutting into, and its tongues do their best to burrow into your opened flesh.

"still," you warn it sternly, your breath coming in harsh pants. 

you smear your spilt blood over your stiff cock, and it tracks the movement of your hand with rapt attention, still as a statue. 

"good."

sighing through the pain, you lean into its open maw again, slightly deepening the cut. red runs down its fang, flowing freely into its obedient mouth, and its eyes go vacant with unbearable rapture. you can see its throat working as it swallows, and the pink flush slowly rising on its cheeks. 

"god, you look fucking pathetic. choke on it, you fucking tick."

it flushes deeper and shudders. your blood pools thickly in the back of its throat and it gurgles, tongues soaked and dripping with it. 

"hold." your cock pulses in your fist, that tightening coil building as your strokes become more frantic. "be good, hold for master--"

it gags on your lifeblood with a look of rapturous adoration in its wide eyes, and with a harsh "fuck," you streak its face and teeth and tongues with cum. as you wring the last pulses that drip over your fist, it licks your fingers clean and whines a wet croak.

"alright, alright," you tell it, suffuse with fondness for the hideous thing. "you can swallow."

its eyes roll as its throat works and it suddenly goes lock still save for the minute pumping of its hips into its pillow.

"ohh, was that good, pet? did that make you come?"

its eyes shift shyly away from your face even as it keeps its maw obediently still. you reach over into the nightstand drawer for a wad of gauze.

"that's alright, dear. i know you can't help it."

its long, bony hands press the gauze to the cut on your thigh and it nuzzles its forehead against your skin, one tongue apologetically tracing the skin of your thigh and the other wiping streaks of red from its face. 

"you took it very well," you tell it, petting a hand through its hair, and it purrs a rusty creak into your skin. 

[lacetop]

if asked, prior to all this, to conjure up a mental image of ‘vampiric lover,’ you probably would have gone with something quite classic. someone suave, aloof, devastatingly sensual. probably tall. aristocratic, in the traditional sense. a touch punk, in the nineties-to-aughts sense.

probably less humping. definitely less of that - sort of wet gurgling.

“you’re a bit pathetic like this, you know that?”

they grind down hard on the laces of your nice leather boot and tip their head back, eyes drifting halfway closed.

it makes you flush a little warm and fond - you know what a bared throat means for them.

“what would your sire think, if she saw you like this? you think she’d be proud of her spawn?”

they screw their eyes shut tight, brow furrowed, and let out a tight, wordless whine. it sounds like a human voice run through a broken industrial shredder, groaning steel and tearing meat.

“yeah? fine hunter you’ve turned out to be.”

they lean in closer, willowing over your lap and groping up your thigh, bending prostrate over your--

“hey, none of that.” you take a fistful of hair and pull them back, mindful to keep that tangled snarl of teeth away from your clothes. or your femoral artery, for that matter. “behave yourself or you won’t get a drop, got it?”

gathering the audacity from somewhere to actually bat their lashes at you, they open the hinge of their anglerfish maw and make truly a horrendous creaking sound. it’s kind of cute.

okay, it’s really cute.

“i take it back, actually, the rolling over and begging strategy seems to be working for you just fine.”

as you reach your hand toward their mouth, you watch the dark of their eyes swallow up the last thin sliver of remaining color. they lean in tight against you, pressed close and panting, and shake as you trace the back of one knuckle up the long curve of an outer tooth.

“well? have you earned it?”

they know better than to nod with your hand so close to their mouth. so they tremble and rock into your boot and sneak a long, thin tongue out between their teeth and wait for you to decide for yourself.

you suppose they have. besides, this is your favorite part.