#vampire!blake

[homelychill]

I don’t wanna be your friend I wanna be your bitch

[rwby-rambles]

Blake: God nerfed me by making me allergic to garlic and sunlight.

Yang: So, a vampire?

Blake: I can confirm that I am not a vampire, as I have blood.

Yang: Is it yours?

Blake: Yes.

Yang: Has it always belonged to you?

Blake: It is blood, it is in my possession, therefore it is my blood.

[bridgyrose]

Blood is really warm, it’s like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming ~~pyrrha + adam

Adam grinned as his fangs burrowed into Pyrrha’s neck, filling her with a toxin that would keep her blood from clotting. He pulled away from the young huntress, blood dripping from his mouth. “Oh dont worry, my love, this will only hurt for a moment.” 

Pyrrha struggled to get free, trying to push him away. “I refuse to let you feed on me!” 

“You dont have much of a choice right now.” He looked over to Blake, motioning her over. “You should feed off her too. Its what humans were made for. To be bred for us to drink from.” 

Blake hesitated as she watched, feeling a hunger well up in her. She looked away in disgust, still not used to the idea of living off blood alone. “H-how can you drink that stuff?” 

“Blood is really warm. It’s like drinking hot chocolate or coffee, but with more screaming.” Adam traced his finger along Pyrrha’s cheek. “Such a shame she would want to deny such an opportunity. She should be lucky I chose her to feed from.” 

Pyrrha kept struggling, reaching for her weapon. All she needed to do was touch it once…

Adam wasted no time breaking her arm, listening to Pyrrha’s screams. “Your screams are music to my ears.” He gently licked up some blood from Pyrrha’s neck. “Last chance Blake.” 

Blake sighed and got up to walk away. “I.. think I’ll pass on her.” 

“Then more for me.” He wasted no time digging his fangs into the girl once more, draining her dry to sate his hunger. 

Blake listened as Pyrrha’s screams went silent, feeling sorry for the poor girl. She looked up to the moon and put her hood up before walking off. She had to find somewhere else to be. Somewhere without him.

[potatophopes]

very low quality sketch of vampire!Blake

[viciousmotives]

Shevine Prompt: Vampire!Blake

Blake is a vampire and decides to make Adam his next meal... until he realizes how sexy Adam moans. Then he decides to get him moaning in an entirely different way.

Sheep for Slaughter

Blake stole a glance at the mirror in front of him. His eyes glinted red and his fangs were extended. The time had come for a most exquisite feast.

He towered over Adam as he cornered him against the dressing table. "I've been waiting for this for a long, long time," he hissed at the mortal's ear, languid and inviting. He caressed the back of Adam's neck and slowly, torturously slid it down the line of his spine. Adam shivered at the touch and pressed his body closer to his predator. Hungry, so hungry for contact. Blake was amused at the other's submissiveness. The best prey were those that offered themselves up for slaughter.

His other hand slid under Adam's shirt and slid up the firm lines and planes of his stomach and chest. Adam's eyes fluttered shut--his mouth slightly open and his expression deliciously vulnerable. Blake could take him now. He settled his mouth against the curve of his victim's neck. As he bared his fangs to make the fatal strike, Adam let out a low moan that vibrated through his throat. Blake stilled and swore under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Adam murmured as he raked his fingers through Blake's hair, eyes still closed.

Blake looked at himself again in the mirror and saw his usual human form. He became aware of sensations from his mortal vessel--the beaded sweat against his hairline, the thundering beat of his own pulse, and the ragged breath that gasped for air. The desires of his human body took over the hunger of the immortal soul.

He didn't say a word in response, but instead left a trail of kisses that lingered below Adam's brow bone and traveled down to the side of his lips. Finally, he claimed Adam's mouth with his own. As Blake deepened the kiss, he was again rewarded with the sound that tugged at his earthly instincts.

The taste of his blood can wait, Blake decided, as the warmth of the man's skin burned under his palm. His fingers stroked the flesh against Adam's hip. The mortal held his breath in anticipation as Blake's hands tugged at the waistband of his jeans. Suddenly, these hands were drawn away and settled instead at either side of his neck. "Please," the mortal groaned desperately as a thumb lazily grazed at his jawline. "Blake, please," he pleaded.

Instead of granting his request, Blake leaned in for another maddening kiss. Ah yes, mortality was much more interesting indeed.