Sangreal (vampire Dabi x Reader x vampire Shigaraki)
teaser chapter I chapter II chapter III chapter IV chapter V chapter VI chapter VII chapter VIII
Sangreal Chronicles I - Ecce Ignis
OnlyFans - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
Vigil - Dabi x Reader
Searing touch - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)
Take his breath away - Shoto x Reader (NSFW)
Blind date - Dabi x Reader
Swimming in the stars - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)
The perfect day - Bakugo x Reader
Shower heat - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
Study break - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
Like a phoenix - Dabi x Reader
No matter what - Dabi x Reader
O-face - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
Obsession - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
A dying star - Dabi x Reader
Villain in love - Dabi x Reader
Crimson comfort - Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW)
Scars beneath the spotlight - Dabi & Shigaraki with Reader
Like a peach - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)
“I don’t hate it” - Dabi x Reader
A piggyback ride - Kirishima x Reader
“You belong to me” - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
A phone call - Shoto Todoroki x Reader
A sultry greeting - Bakugo x Kirishima x Reader (NSFW)
An explosive shoulder to lean on - Bakugo x Reader
Practice makes perfect - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)
Just a little longer - Aizawa x Reader (NSFW)
A warm welcome - pro hero!Dabi - headcanons NSFW
A new beginning - Dabi x Reader
Echoes of courage - Mirko x Reader
Let's unwind - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
Cool down - Overhaul x Reader (NSFW)
Biddability - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)
A toast to the past - Dabi x Reader
Camping - Bakugo x Reader (NSFW)
Happy birthday Shoto Todoroki - Shoto & Todofam
NSFW Alphabet - Hitoshi Shinso
NSFW Alphabet - Dabi & Shigaraki
NSFW Alphabet - Izuku Midoriya
A ribbon - Dabi x Reader (NSFW)
Taste - Shigaraki x Reader (NSFW)
Dabi's way for Valentine's Day - Dabi x Reader
Roses - Shigaraki x Reader
Summary: You go searching for the hot vampire you saw and you get exactly what you want
Pairing: Vampire!Dabi/ Human Fem Reader
Content Warning: Enthusiastic Consent, Fear Play, Chasing, Blood, Blood Kink, Choking, Biting, Fingering, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Sex in the Woods, Clothed Sex, Mind Break (kinda??),
Word Count: 3.6k
Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi
A/N: Happy Halloween! Final part of my Halloween posts! The entire idea for these are technically because of @candycandy00 , so this is mostly thanks and dedicated to you candy! 💕💕
My Masterlist
⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑
The first time you saw him, you were...intrigued.
Dark scars contrasting pale skin like a mosaic, gleaming silver staples holding him together, pure white hair, shining like a halo. Yet the most prominent thing about him were his eyes.
Piercing blue, almost glowing. You've never quite seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. It was unnatural. It was beautiful.
And when he met your gaze, there was something...off...about him.
Maybe it was the way he seemed to catalogue everything about you in a single glance, maybe it was the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, head tilted. Maybe it was the way he smirked; like he found a new toy.
No, not a toy. Prey.
Whatever it was, an uneasiness settled in your stomach.
He's not human. You know of them of course, the vampires that go bump in the night, though this is the first time you've been knowingly in the pressence of one.
You walked away with the feel of his eyes on your back and something dangerous settling in beside the unease within you.
*****
You thought that would be the last time you saw him.
You were wrong.
He was everywhere.
Like a shadow, he followed you; watching you, stalking you, hunting you, haunting you.
You would see him out of the corner of your eye, though when you looked, he was gone.
The feeling of being watched became a constant for you; fear a familiar friend.
And yet, after having grown accustomed to him, to that fear, you can't help the thrill that goes through you when you see him; the adrenaline rush in your veins whenever you feel his eyes on you, but you can't see him. The feeling of being hunted should be terrifying, and it is. Yet it's also so very exhilarating.
You know you're playing with fire, but you can't help it.
You wonder how it would all end.
You wonder when he would lose his patience.
*****
It happens when you decide to take a late night walk. Above you, the full moon glows with a tint of eerie red. A Blood moon, fitting for this night.
You know he's there, you caught a glimpse of white within the darkness, you can feel his eyes on you, and a shiver goes through you at what you plan to do.
You know this is where he frequents, practically his playground; it's why you're here. You crave to know him, to touch him, feel him; to have his hands on your body, his lips on your skin, his fangs in your neck.
And even through all of that, when he jumps down from the darkness of the trees above you, landing directly in front of you, the moment your eyes lock on his hypnotising azure gaze, on the vicious glee held within when you shriek in surprise, your instincts all immediately scream at you to run; because you are but a small prey in the presence of a predator.
You're running before you even process what you're doing, just following your instincts.
Running, running, running, your heart pounding, pounding, pounding.
The night air is crisp and cool against your face as you run. Your shoes hit the soft earth with the snap of twigs and crunch of leaves, branches snagging on your dress, tearing at the soft material and scraping your legs.
"I can smell you~" he rasps, his sultry voice sounding both distant and like he's directly next to you, all you see in the corner of your eye is that burning blue, before it disappears just as quickly.
"Run, little mouse," he coos, sounding like it's coming from behind you, making you turn your head back. But nothing is there.
"When I catch you, you're mine." His voice seems to come from multiple directions in the dark, and dread and excitement swirl deep in your gut, thighs burning as you run.
The thrill of the chase just adds to your excitement, knowing that the creature hunting you will inevitably catch you. And when he does, you will be at his mercy; his to do with as he wishes, his to use, his to claim, his to consume, body and soul.
The sudden silence blanketing your surroundings only amplify the heated fear, and all you can hear is your racing heartbeat, rushing blood, and the rustling of leaves.
The cold wind blows past you as he dances around you, playing with his prey as he darts around you, reaching out to brush surprisingly warm fingers along your skin, just to make you yelp.
The way he's so obviously playing with you somehow both makes you want to snarl and cry, and makes heat stir in your gut. It doesn't help that you catch a glimpse of a wide, feral grin whenever he's close enough to see it.
And then you stop seeing him.
You stop to catch your breath, every gulp of air dragging through your lungs, and you glance around wildly.
Having the vampire right on your heels is nerve-wracking enough, but the moments where he vanishes entirely are far worse.
Suddenly, you hear the rustling of leaves off to your side, and you automatically lash out, only for a scarred hand to grab your arm and press you into the rough surface of the trunk of a tree, a choked scream crawling up your throat.
Really, you should've known better than to try outrunning him.
You jerk and thrash automatically, the instinct to keep fighting and escape still present, but the vampire just keeps you pinned firmly against the tree, and only seeming amused at your squirming.
You force yourself to calm down, because not only will you acting like prey make this more dangerous than it already is, but this is exactly what you want! What you crave.
As you relax, a heated hand wraps around your throat, holding you in place, but not squeezing, and you're finally able to take in his appearance properly, and God, the sight of him with wild hair and an utterly unrestrained expression, grin so wide it looks like it hurts, as he drags his tongue over his teeth, the sharp points of his fangs glinting in the moonlight, is...Well, to put it simply, your underwear is drenched in your slick.
And this close, you realize that the pupils of his eyes are thin slits, like those of a cat's, and they're locked on you.
Chuckling darkly, he purrs, "Caught you, Sweetheart." His voice is a soot tinted velvet abyss, and you feel your knees buckle, but he keeps you where you are.
You pant, gasping for breath, as his thumb caresses the pulse point on your throat, the touch deceptively light and feathery.
He grabs your hip with his other hand, pulling you towards him; the heat radiating off him is almost suffocating as he towers over you, trapping you against the tree. "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing all the way out here, hm?" He tilts his head as his eyes rove over you like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.
You thought a vampire's skin would be ice cold, but he's practically a walking furnace; the feel of him disorienting you to the point of not answering.
Not that he seems to notice much.
A warm, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck and your breath hitches at the sensation and slight sting of a scratch you didn't know was there, most likely from a branch.
The neckline of your dress is invitingly low, your neck and collarbones bare, and his hand on your throat slides to cup the side, tilting your head to lean in closer; slowly closing the distance inch by ruinous inch, until you could feel his breath against your skin, before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nosing at the soft flesh there, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good.", he rumbles, his breath hot on your skin, his lips scorching where they brush, and you tremble in his hold, goosebumps raising in their wake.
"Oh?" His grip tightens on your hip and throat momentarily. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a deep, amused purr, and you can feel him grinning against you.
"N-no, I—" you stutter, stupidly deciding to follow your first instinct at the shameful accusation; deny and lie through your teeth.
"Don't lie to me, Sweetheart. I can taste it." He presses his thumb to your racing pulse, licking over the small wound again. "Your blood at least knows how to be honest." he chuckles, taunting and mean.
You swallow thickly around the moan crawling up your throat, threatening to release.
"Well?" He murmurs, tapping his thumb against the hidden vein.
"Yes." You breathe, spilling your filthy truth and wicked desires.
He let's out a satisfied hum at your honesty and murmurs, "What's your name, sweet thing?", nipping at the sensitive skin.
You answer honestly, breathily, and he rewards you with a chaste kiss to your neck. "Touya.", he introduces himself in turn, and you think to yourself that it suits him.
"Mm, I want to taste you. Properly.", his thumb slides up to tip your chin up further, directing your eyes to meet his. "May I?"
You know he doesn't truly mean it, the question. It's merely an illusion of power, of consent, because really, what vampire asks their prey if they can eat?
He's simply humoring you, mocking you really, already knowing your answer but wanting to hear it.
Wanting to hear you so easily comply, willingly surrendering yourself, your dignity, to a creature of the night, a man you don't even know; laughably offering your very life force to an immortal.
He wants to hear the pathetic want of a mortal foolish enough to feel that way.
And yet.
"Please.", you sigh, sagging against him, a plea and a prayer as you bare your throat to him.
He breathes out a laugh. "Let's hope you don't regret it, hm?" His voice is a dark purr, a dangerous threat and a sweet promise, as he wastes no time in sinking his fangs into the soft skin of your neck.
You gasp when the sharp, stinging pain sets your shoulder and neck aflame as he pierces your flesh, marking you in a way no one ever has; your own teeth sinking into your bottom lip to contain your cries as a new heat washes through you, your hand moving up to tangle in his snowy hair, holding him to you.
His eyes roll back in ecstasy at the taste of your warm blood, his tongue laving against your skin as he sucks on your neck, feasting on it, and your grip tightens, tugging at the pale strands.
A low growl rumbles through his chest as he drinks from you, pulling you in impossibly closer, crowding you up agaisnt the tree, sliding his leg between your thighs, pressing up into your core. You absentmindedly grind down against him pathetically, panting; his hand on your hip sliding up to squeeze at your breast.
Already you're dripping as you grind your hips against his front, and moan when you can feel that he's hard for you.
He pulls away from your neck, seemingly reluctantly, his lips lingering on your skin momentarily.
His eyes are wild as he looks at you, pupils blown wide; grin broad and bloody, a single drop of blood trickling down the corner of his lips, and you think he's hauntingly beautiful.
"You taste divine." He breathes, and the tone is all dark pleasure, the low rumble in his chest a quiet constant, looking at you as though he's just found something precious; his hands roaming your frame reverently as he takes you in, licking up the stray blood from his lips.
A warm hand trails under and up your dress, and you gasp when he cups your clothed cunt.
"This is what you wanted, hm?" tilting his head, his eyes going to the wound he left on your neck, sluggishly bleeding. "Tsk, tsk, naughty little thing. Your blood doesn't lie, Angel.", he coos, rubbing slow circles into your clothed clit with his thumb, and you let out a shuddering moan. "And neither does your greedy body."
Hot shame rushes through you at your dirty desires being laid bare, at being claimed and devoured by this dark creature, and wanting it; enjoying it.
Nothing about this is okay.
And.
Yet.
Your needy whimper and glossy, pleading eyes looking up at him so prettily is all the answer he needs, and he smiles, sharp and vicious, and he leans in to let you taste it; taste his bloodstained lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. And like a fool, you kiss back, licking into his mouth; the coppery taste of your blood on his tongue adding to your primal desire.
He tears your panties off of you, the fabric falling apart easily with a loud rip, before immediately dipping two fingers into your sopping hole, curling them.
Your lips part on a gasping moan, eyes wide as you look at him, at that wolfish smile and gleaming fangs.
Your legs tremble as he spreads his fingers, scissoring you open, stretching you out for him. "Oh fuck~" you whine, nails digging into his forearm and bicep as you shamelessly grind down against him.
"More, more, Touya, please more." You babble, pleading and hoping he knows what you mean, because you can feel your orgasm nearing, but this isn't how you want to cum.
He just grins at you, because he knows, but feeling either merciful or impatient, or perhaps both, he pulls his fingers out with a squelch, quickly undoing his belt and pants, before lifting you, spreading your legs for him; the easy show of strength just making you burn that bit hotter, pussy throbbing.
"I've been waiting far too long for this." Touya sighs softly, the leaking tip of his cock teasing your wet folds, rubbing against your sensitive clit. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll give you exactly what you want."
He pushes in slowly, but completely, and your mind is gone, moaning long and low at the perfect stretch, trembling with how full you are all at once, as he splits you open on his cock, carving out a space within you just for him.
Tears roll down your cheek and he just licks it right up with a smile as he grinds into you, making you adjust to his size, before slowly pulling back.
"Mm, you feel as good as you taste." He punctuates his point with a deep thrust that drags a choked moan out of your throat as you take every inch of his cock.
Cerulean eyes lock on yours as Touya's mouth opens with a snarl to reveal gleaming fangs.
It's all the warning you get before his fangs puncture your skin once more, flooding your senses with that heady mix of pain and ecstasy.
You arch into Touya's touch as best you can without ripping your own throat open. "Fuuuck~" you whine, high and breathy, nails dragging down his arms for something to ground you, feet kicking out involuntarily as you clench around him. All at once, it's too much, too fast, but you might actually cry if he tries to stop. Your skin feels like it's on fire, your very blood lava; body and senses overwhelmed in the best way.
A growl rumbles in Touya's chest, almost a purr, as he drinks his fill, groaning low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and you almost sob at the pleasure-pain before clenching down rhythmically on his hot length, trying to coax him into fucking you; the only thing holding you back from bouncing yourself on the vampire's cock, the fangs in your throat.
"Touya~!", you whimper, squirming in the vampire's strong hold and shuddering when his cock drags against your walls, fucking you slow and deep.
Soon enough, Touya has you shaking and sobbing out sweet, little tortured sounds, and he laps them up too.
Noticing the sounds getting weaker, he pulls back, healing the wound with a lick, peppering bruising, open mouthed kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, before immediately biting down there as he snaps his hips forward, slamming his cock into you, so he can watch you throw your head back in pleasure as he grinds in deep.
"Oh, fuck—" , you sob, clawing at his back. "Move. Please, please, fuck me—"
His eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound, looking at you in a mix of curiosity and wonder.
Should prey be this receptive?
Though, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that he can't get enough of the sight of you, debauched and pretty, speared on his cock, begging to be fucked stupid.
He grins, sharp and bloody.
"Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He coos, fucking into you steadily, pace gradually speeding up, rumbling as you moan and cry out.
"Mm, good. So good. So so good. Fuck yes, yes, yes—ahn—feels so good, Touya. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you babble and chant, almost slurring, and neither of you know if it's from blood loss or just lust, but fuck you never want it to end. "Use me, drain me, kill me, I don't care, just fuck me, please~"
Touya lets out a surprised laugh at that, looking at you in bewildered awe, idly wondering if he overdid it, or if you're just that much of a little freak, and he feels some of his control slip, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
You let out a sobbing moan as you try to meet his thrusts, but you asked to be used, so with the speed and strength of the vampire, you're soon left a drooling and twitching mess as you're used as nothing more than a fuck toy.
Touya's plan was to spoil you, take it nice and easy on his new little human, but you turned out to be such an adorable slut.
You asked, so sweetly to be used. How could he say no?
So, used you were.
"I'll use you all you want, but I won't kill you. I won't break my pretty new toy, Dolly, I'm keeping you.", he growls, and you feel like you're going to be branded with the heat of his bruising grip on your ass where he holds you spread for him as he fucks brutally into you like the beast he is, plunging into the deepest parts of you; your clothed breasts bouncing with every thrust, the filthy sounds of your sloppy hole filling the night air.
And like the fucking freak you are, you giggle, even as you pant for an ounce of breath, even as tears stream down your cheeks from feeling so fucking good.
Your pleasure builds and builds, and you're so close.
Touya feels it in your twitching insides, groaning. "You gonna cum for me, baby? Such a good slut for me, gonna cum from a monster's cock, huh?", his thrusts, still at that ruthless pace, are becoming uneven as he pounds into you.
You just nod desperately, and cock-dumb, your voice hoarse, panting and moaning like a whore, you beg, "Mhm, want your cum. Fill me up please, please, please—", as your hole greedily clenches around him rhythmically, like you're trying to milk it out of him.
"Fuck, cum for me, Angel. I’ll fill you up, mark you as mine." He growls, low and animalistic, all hot pleasure and possession.
Your orgasm is intense as it crashes over you, to the point that you don't even know where it ends. Your eyes roll back, vision turning white, as you gush around him.
The vampire lets out a near feral snarl at the way your cunt clamps down on him, and his fangs bury in your shoulder once more as he cums, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He drinks in the way you moan as he fucks you through your orgasms, filling you up; the mess between your legs splattering every time he pumps into you, the white of it obscene in the dark of night.
He finally slows down to a grind, lapping at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking you over and finding you barely conscious.
Coming down from your high, your breathing is laboured and you can't see straight, eyes lidded and hazy, yet you still have an adorably stupid grin on your lips.
He tilts your chin, luminous eyes piercing through you as he pants. "You're mine now. You understand that, yes?" His gaze remains trained on yours as his tongue darts out to lick up the few drops of blood that remain on his lips. The icy fire burning in Touya's eyes threatens to consume you whole, your body trembling under his touch as you nod and let out a breathy, fucked out little, "Uh huh", because it's all you can manage at the moment, your cunt pulsing around him.
"You will be a good pet and not let any other human lay their filthy hands on you, hm?" He rumbles, grinding into you, his fingers digging into your flesh.
"I'm yours." You moan, high and breathy, slurring. You want nothing more than to be owned, body and soul, by this man.
"That's my girl." With blood smeared on his lips, he grins, fangs glinting in the moonlight as he pulls out, letting you feel the mess that spills down your thighs and the delicious ache pulsing through you from being so thoroughly used.
You decided to play with fire, and Touya is more than happy to brand you as his.
Dabi slithers along his body like a snake, all touches minimal and accidental seemingly. He crawls over Hawks’ body looking bigger than he is, as if Hawks didn’t have a massive pair of white wings caged between his own body and the king size bed of the vampire prince.
“You seem tense,” Dabi whispers over his chest as he climbs his body, his death-cold breath slipping beneath Hawks’ shirt, “your blood is singing.”
Hawks isn’t sure why he agreed to this.
Dabi drinking from the palm of his hand while Hawks sat on a chair was comfortable enough. Dabi on his knees, fangs sharp and deep in Hawks’ skin was already unbearable. But the reason he’s offering blood in the first place is the needs and desires of another, possibly monstrous being, and if Dabi is more comfortable this way, then Hawks can definitely handle lying down while offering.
“I’m not tense.” Words slip out of his mouth in self defense. Dabi’s words are always scarier than his deadly canines. “It’s just, huh, very intimate.”
Dabi’s lips arch in a shiteating grin. His still blue eyes sparkle with something that tickles beneath Hawks’ skin, beneath the surface, unsettling.
about. you drown in a melancholic pool, waiting for his awaken. vampire! au, set in 1930s, a few decades after bewitched ( part one ) very quick angst to romantic fluff. there's some gore tw all around. wc of 1K.
notes. proofread by @angeliicheartt i heart you
in the thirtieth year of the ninety century, there were countless reports of the lives and blood of the citizens rapidly decreasing. in other words, they were all found dead—body malnourished, skin rotting, gaze locked up to the sky that had seen everything played out before their last breath.
there was one thing they all had in common. two small bites on their neck. or anywhere around their body in general, starting from the head and down to the very tippy toes.
just like that, their soul has been sucked out. it was the work of vampires, vicious bloodsucking creatures who walked the same ground as a human would. except, they only walk during the night.
sunlight burned their skin. the day and brightness made them cry out in pain. their eyes will start to disintegrate at the sight of the brightest of colours.
what would humanity ever do when they found out there was one single vampire that roamed around the streets like any average woman? dressed and disguised as a bookseller in the day, teeth growing out to be a vampire during the dead of night.
to the citizens, you are the young, vintage bookseller who sold the greatest books in all of town. a woman who never ever seems to age, as some rumours have risen over time from the gossiping mouth of the older widows who knew you for decades yet still seemingly younger than them.
even with all these blood consumed in the dead of night, none of them could fulfill the solitude you've been having to embrace lately. the emptiness consumes you whole, just like all the blood of the innocent you have sucked out for your source of living.
when dusk arrived, you slowly walked your way back home where the walls are higher than any ceilings and the windows are dimmer than any reflections.
as always, the first thing you will always do is open the coffin of your slumbering husband and kiss his forehead, or anywhere at all, as a greeting to tell him that you have arrived home.
you sat beside his coffin, eyes gazing at touya's lips which were laid out in one straight line along with his eyes which were sealed shut.
oh, how you've missed those turquoise eyes that brought so much joy to your loneliness. those eyes which only looked your way like you are the only that exists in this world. the eyes that told the moon millions of stories about you.
your fingers moved to gently rest on the cold skin of touya, not before your knuckles caressed and brushed his cheeks ever so lightly. a partial piece of his bone that has been turned into a ring coiled around your ring finger, the cold piece glimmering under the moonlit night.
you might not let it roll out the tip of your tongue, but your soul screams for touya to awaken.
it has been so long since he fell into a deep slumber. of course you knew of this deep slumber, it's something that touya does every few centuries for decades in order to replenish his power.
in this case, he slumbers because he has given you quite the amount of his blood and the unexplained ability to still walk around the day even if your canine teeth have grown longer and sharper.
and it was a personal punishment for him for turning an innocent human girl into something that he is. touya wanted to carve a hole in his chest to offer her his heart just so she could live for an eternity with him in this hell. how selfish.
in the background solemnly and softly played the record of antonio vivaldi's four seasons’ summer. it's a piece you've been indulging in lately, besides the other three seasons.
“ya know? the moon begs me to know when you will open your eyes again. she tells me that she wants to hear more of your stories,” you spoke softly, your fingers never ceasing their movements to gently caress. “i don't think she's very fond of me…”
“i miss you, touya,” you leaned closer to his face where your hair fell over his face and your nose almost touched his own. “please just... wake up. i’m so lonely.”
your forehead pressed against touya's, nose now touching his as your lips caved in to press them against touya's soft and cold ones.
those same lips that used to mold against yours so perfectly. those lips that used to lick and drink your blood like there was no other. those same old cold lips and dying lips that has you addicted with one press against your skin. you never forget the part where it speaks of honey-sweet words that always twists and turns your inside.
in melancholia, it was quickly driven away when you felt fingers weaving themselves into the back of your head, pushing your head further into the kiss as you felt touya's lips moving against yours.
you let out a little gasp as he deepened the kiss before moments later then you pulled away to stare at him with widened eyes.
there it is.
his turquoise eyes that somehow knew how to bring you joy no matter the occasion. the corner of touya's lips slowly cracked into a smile before he slowly sat up from his coffin, tilting his head to the side.
“morning.”
you wasted no second to throw yourself onto him, embracing his awakened body as you once again pressed your lips onto his. your lips have been waiting for this moment, craving for a longing kiss.
touya chuckled before one of his arms slithered around your waist to pull you closer, his free hands moving to cup your cheek. his kisses burned with passion, as if they've been longing for you just as much as you've longed for him.
a few moments later both of you pulled away and he rested his forehead on yours, his pretty turquoise eyes that you missed so damn much staring right into yours.
“i heard you calling out to me, darling. there's so much melancholy in your voice that it broke me on the inside. hurts so much that i couldn't wait for my power to fully restore before i woke up to be graced by your truly wonderful lips.”
like a child, you wailed at the awakening of your slumbering vampire husband for the next few hours into the night and in his arms while he holds you close and tight, telling you promises that he'd never do anything of that sort again.
your little bone that wrapped around touya's ring finger occasionally grazed your cheeks to wipe your salty tears away as he chuckled at your distress.
Hi!!! Great to see you again , how you been , you doing ok ? Also just wanna say I just read your vampire Dabi and just ahhh!!! , new one shots/HCs on Yandere bnha in the purge/team up au which were amazing by the way ) just read Sukuna w/ Chubby!Reader (girl if I wasn’t obsessed already 😉) you did an amazing job, love reading every second of it ! 😎✌️
Oh, thank you!!!!! I’m so glad you liked them! 🥹
The oneshots are fun to come up with. I love brainstorming what the characters might do or how they’d react in certain situations. Plus, I love being the center of attention all the time, so having that many anime characters I love thirsting after me is a dream come true. 😏😉💖 Also, who doesn’t love a yandere??? Exactly, no one, because they’re crazy hot.
I am so proud of the Vampire!Dabi and Sukuna ones; wish more people would read it! I think they’d like it. I am obsessed with those two. Seriously, they are constantly contaminating my pea brain. Just 24/7 lurking back there. In a hot way.
