Skin
Warnings: monster hunter! Vi, vampire! reader, reader bites vi (not enough to turn her), garden sex, dubcon kinda, vi stabs reader, licking wounds, blood play, choking (v! receiving), switch vi lowkeyyyyyyy (I miss switch vi🥀), impact play, whimpering, takes place in the Victorian era, grunting, marking to the point of bleeding, I think that’s it 🧘🏿♀️
Genre: smut
A/n: dark fic cause of the gore aspect and blood kink so yeah, also this may have been inspired by me starting the amc interview with a vampire... ALSO HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!
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Her boots hit the castle floor as the thunder claps over the hills. Wooden state gripped tight in her calloused hands. She’s a hunter like all the other meals except she’s pretty cute.
You’ve heard of her and her reputation. She travels the world hunting down monsters, her record is top notch; never failing a killing.
If you are to die; why not have some fun?
You lead a trail to the garden, hiding in a tree. Curious if she’ll be the cat or the mouse in this game?
It took her two seconds to spot you, maybe it’s your aura! Maybe she’s that good? Regardless you have a stake hurling at you.
Swiftly you catch it and toss it to the ground as you float down, silk robe wrapping around you.
The soles of your feet walk softly on the ground as you get close to her.
“So you’re the human who thinks she can take me down?”
“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” She sneers, eyeing you up and down. Her gaze not avoiding your breast.
“Don’t mix bravery with foolishness” your long claw like nails caressing her face before slashing at her!
Vi stumbles back, feeling a little flow of warmth spread from her cheek. “That all you got?”
Her snarky remark led to an hour of fighting. Her shirt is torn and her forearm is bleeding. Whilst you have a cut lip and some mere bruises.
The feeling of having the high ground is gone when she tackles you. Pressing all her weight into stabbing you.
You howl in pain as you grip her by the neck. The next move would’ve been tossing her but the way she was raggedly breathing on top of you was such a turn on. Face flushed and eyes focused in on yours. Sweat meeting blood on that chiseled jaw.
The stake was deep in your abdomen, “fuck you” you whisper.
“You wish” she gurgles as your grip tightens. Since your robe shifted during the fight, your hips buck in pain causing your bare cunt to meet her clothed one.
A soft moan escaped your mouth that you didn’t know wanted to escape. Shock causes both of you to loosen your grips and move from the other.
Swiftly you rip the stake out, body slowly but surely healing itself. Focusing on the inside components first.
The wind is howling and adding a cold pressure to your bare and slightly damp cunt. Nipples hardening under the silk.
Her eyes study your weak yet seductive form, knowing this is the perfect time to strike. Her mind blurring by the twitch in her clit.
Shaking her head, she straddles you grabbing the stake again. Slowly pushing it back into the wound. Only stopping by a soft please that left your beautiful lips.
Judgement being thrown out the window she removes the stake but doesn't get off of you. Leaning in closer moving hair from your face.
"Is this an enchantment?" Vi murmurs, her will to be victorious the weakest it has ever been.
"It's your lust, are you going to answer it?" Long nails trailing her neck, inviting her in closer.
Without warning she harshly presses her lips against yours.
The two of you roll in the grass, your in-humane strength causing moans of pain and pleasure. Vi's back met the garden floor as you pull her torn shirt, breast begging to be freed.
You can hear her heartbeat racing, her blood rushing to her clit and nails digging into the grass. Her blood smells so sweet, too sweet.
Indulgence is something you've been working on. You trust yourself enough only to take a little sip. As an old vampire lover taught you.
Teeth sink into her neck. The sweet iron flowing into your system. Healing faster than before. You suck till your satisfied, ignoring her kicking legs under you.
In a blood-filled frenzy you press your blood stained lips against hers. The force of the kiss breaking her crooked nose a little, causing blood to spill down her face.
Your system is overwhelmed. Tongue pushing her own fluids into her mouth, wanting her to taste herself the way you are.
The crimson scene below you was a masterpiece as you pull apart giving her a breather.
Alas the view of art was broken when a crack of a smack landed against you. Out of breath and at a loss for words she still had enough strength to express her fury.
To be cheeky you lick her cheek wound before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"Having fun?" you smirk as you grab her face, "I might let you live" you more so say to yourself than to her. A whimper left her lips prolonging the kiss.
Her hand finds yours, slowing trailing up your arm before gripping your shoulder and pushing you down.
"Anyone ever tell you that you're a bitch?" she groans as she trails kisses down your body. Fingers harshly invading you before you can respond. There was no prep outside of a glob of spit to your cunt before three thick fingers pushed themselves in.
The entrance was fast but her lace is slow. Curved fingers dragging inside of your pleading pussy.
Her bare chest pressed against yours, “a human ever fuck you?” She asks with a cocky grin, that only grew when you shook your head no.
Vi’s free hand holds your face, wanting to see every twitch in your face as she brings you to a brink of pleasure.
“Should I let you cum?” Her blood smeared lips ghost over your neck as she licks wet strips. Spots of blood mixing in the saliva.
Her tongue finds your bite mark. On the right side of your neck. It’s admitting a pheromone she can’t describe outside of heavenly. Slowly she bites into it, causing your clawed hands to scratch at her back.
Your orgasm crashes over you as her teeth sink into you, hard enough to make you bleed. It’s almost poetic.
She pulls away spitting the blood in her mouth into the grass.
“We’re even now.” She rises, looking like a blood soaked angel. Rain cascading down on her form.
“Need a place for the night?” You whisper, sprawled in the grass. Rain shaping your body and staining whatever piece of robe is on you. The water and blood trailing down your body.
“I do.” She says under breath, more mesmerized with you than focusing on reality. A murmur that she’ll say again and again.
She’s never leaving your side.
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A/n: y’all idk I think it was a lot but I fuck with it🧘🏿♀️ that was the last of the Vi’s y’all so not Grayson! YIPPIE YIPPIE YIPPIE, hope y’all enjoyed mwah xoxo
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