She's so sexy when she's asleep. Lying around with no clothes and no blankets. Won't you get cold? Guess it's up to your diligent wife(s) to warm you up. Caressing your tits lovingly and squeezing light enough so you won't wake up. I want to hurt you so badly. Choke you awake and spread those legs. Most importantly, I'm going to force myself inside you, and you'll be thanking me moments after being raped awake. Tonight I'll leave it at molestation, but if she does this again tomorrow I won't hold myself accountable for my correct actions
I am once again thinking about vampire kink. An ambitious Baroness, playing games at the greater courts, maneuvering and manipulating the other nobles to try to gain herself some advantage. Her fumbling massively, her plot blowing up in her face spectacularly, leaving her begging at the throne of her declared rival, a Countess she thought she could defeat. The Countess holding a grand ball in celebration of the expansion of her demense, inviting all the other nobles, even the royals, to dance in her hall. All of them whirling and spinning and happily praising the Countess for restoring peace in the realm, for vanquishing that nasty, brutish Baroness. All the while the loser of the war is proudly displayed in brutal bondage, the center of a series of chandeliers throughout the hall, each containing one of her trusted courtiers.
After the ball is over, the Baroness is brought down from her mount, and instead taken to the throne room, where she's displayed behind her owner's seat for....ever. Perhaps the Countess devises petty torments for her, like displaying crucifixes in front of her so she has to keep her eyes shut for months, or driving a "wooden stake" into her to keep her entertained. Perhaps she is joined by other grasping fools who thought themselves cleverer than they were, hung up and fed juuust enough blood to keep them from starving. After all, the Countess wants nice, quivering meat on display, not shriveled half-corpses.
vampire dom who loves period blood. their tongue lapping at their sub’s pussy like a creature starved, even after the sub begs for them to stop because their clit is so sensitive. the dom keeps going, their hunger is for control, for blood, for their sub.
G | 916 | m/m vampire/werewolf finally some monster on monster action | fantasy | drugged flirting, pre relationship, d/s dynamics hinted
It's embarrassing. What kind of respectable vampire chips his fucking fangs? He lies to himself that maybe no one will notice, that it's not that bad. But fangs were a vamp's most noticeable feature, they were their pride and any blemish was commented on by his so-called best friends constantly.
So he sucked it up and went to the only dentist in the state who specialized in monster teeth.
The business was in no way illegal but also wasn’t regulated in any way, so he found himself under the ground level of some back alley building, greeted by a bulky half-orc and an ‘interspecies peace zone’ sign.
Inside there is a fairly insane-looking guy with thick glasses, scribbling something down. In front of him, sitting sideways on the dentist chair, is a werewolf, holding his cheek. His nose moves and he turns towards him, instantly twisting his face into a scowl.
It quickly drops, the wolf letting out a pained whimper instead.
“Awww, somebody got a cavity?” he cooed meanly. The wolf glared.
“Ah, Mr. Lee. Haven’t you chipped your fang opening a wine bottle?”
If there was any blood in him, he would go pink with embarrassment.
“What about doctor confidentiality?!” he asks, while the wolf snickers.
“There’s none,” the dentist shrugs. “I work on the fringes of law, so I make my own rules. One of them being my patients acting civil to each other. Respect that or find another doctor.”
He doesn’t answer, he just sits down on a vacant chair and waits for the two to finish their transaction. After the wolf pays though, he doesn’t leave. He sits down next to him, while the dentist motions him to take his place.
“Is he gonna watch?”
“Yep. Gotta wait for the anaesthesia to wear down.”
“But-!” he cuts himself off under the doctor’s murderous gaze. He should have gone to medical school himself. To be a vampire and be overpowered by a medical professional. Unthinkable.
He lets the mortal put his fingers in his mouth while a werewolf watches. The most mortifying time of his life.
The doctor hums as he studies his fangs.
“I’ll give you a temporary filling but after taking a cast of your teeth. Until we fix your teeth with proper acrylic, no biting because the filling isn’t strong enough for that. It should be ready in a couple of days though, so no worries.”
The vampire hums an affirmative, mouth still full of dental tools.
After that, even more weird stuff gets placed there, like some artificially smelling pink cream, used for the cast. After that, a piece of clay to form the missing tip of his fang.
He pays a lot, but he can afford it, and it’s worth not listening to his friends laugh anymore.
“Do you remember what to do?”
“No biting, brush gently, be back in two days.”
“Great. Now please take Mr. Blum on your way out, I’m closing up.”
“What?!” his head whips to the chair in the corner, where the werewolf is still sitting.
“He told me he reacts badly to anaesthesia but I didn’t expect it to be this bad,” the man explains with a shrug. “Just call him a taxi or something,” he waves his hand dismissively.
Lee gapes. But the doctor doesn’t seem to give him any attention, and the half-orc enters the room, giving him the stink-eye, so he grabs the werewolve’s elbow and drags him outside.
“Okay, Mr. Blum, where do you live?” he asks, straightening him up since he’s a bit wobbly on his legs. He looks around to see the nearest place to grab a taxi, but when he doesn’t get an answer, he looks down. A pair of puppy dog eyes is looking up at him, big and sparkly. The waning moon is reflected in them.
Dumbass probably was too drained after the full moon to fight the chemical haze.
“Dude?”
The werewolf sighs.
“You vampires are so pretty…”
For a second he’s so taken aback he’s frozen speechless. Then, he scoffs.
“Okay, if you don’t tell me where you live, I’m just going to drop you here.”
The wolf seems to be deciphering his words for a very long time, and he’s about to drop him here and there, when he finally gets an answer, along with a giggle.
“16 Mirkwood Lane,” he says, slurring just a bit. “Will you come in?”
The question was bad, but the eyebrow waggle was too much. He drops the werewolf on the pavement, letting him wobble against the nearest lamp pole.
He makes only a couple steps away when the night is pierced by a howl.
“Shit, fuck, fuck, shit!” he hurries back to the werewolf, covering his mouth with his hands. “Shut up!”
“Give me your number.”
He blinks.
“What?”
The werewolf inhales again.
“Fine, fine!” he hurries to cover his mouth again. “Whatever, just, shut up!”
He whips out his business card (of course he has one, he’s cultured) and hands it to the werewolf. “Here. Now, you’re gonna get in the cab, I’ll see you walk into your house, and you can call me when you sober up, no sooner,” he instructs, dragging him forward and waving to a taxi driver who stopped for a smoke.
“Yes, sir.”
The voice is smaller than before, and when he looks down the puppy eyes are even bigger, shinier. Guess he let his dominant side out too much.
If you make me get up early and/or go to work on a Sunday I can't even mask. I will be a bitch all day or till I feel better. Gods we need a woman to bruise up mercilessly RN so bad
