Imagine trying to have a normal Halloween party but all of your guests are REAL monsters that are horny as FUCK.
You see a fairy prince rubbing his bulge as you walk by, some werewolves eyeing your hips with each step, and you swear those “fake” vampire teeth just got longer as if getting ready to sink into your neck-
You’ve gotta stop having open invite parties unless you’re ready to feel tentacles and knots stretching you out.
Humans are cute, and you’re a particularly intriguing snack to monsterkind. With those plump hips and soft tummy, they’re about ready to tackle you and get to making babies.
A few drinks in and your giggling as a bottle spins. You end up in a closet with something you can’t quite comprehend and leave with your panties soaked with viscous black fluid and mind numb.
Some pretty vampire boys take turns kissing you, their cold fingers traveling down your body. It’s only later that you realize they’ve begun drinking from your neck, you’re too buzzed to even notice the pain.
Your pussy gets played with by an incubus who doesn’t even try to hide his flicking tail. Not like you’d notice anyways, you’re too focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.
Several cocks enter you that night, some slimy and long, others short at first before growing longer and thicker once they cum. By the end of your night they’ve all left some sort of claim on you, and you’ll be visited by different monster suitors until you pick which one to mate with.
You’ve got the sight after all, even if you’re not aware of it yet, and monsters prefer a human that came see them when they’re plowing into them.
Hopefully next time you’ll actually realize you’re getting pounded by actual monster cock, though.
How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat
Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging
- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.
- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.
- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.
- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.
- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.
- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.
- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.
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Vampires need permission if they want to feed, so most vampires use hypnosis as a loophole. But this vampire is terrible at it and spends most nights chasing down humans and begging for a sip of their blood because the only way his poor hypnosis works is if he pleads within an inch of his undead existence.
One day you come along, headphones on, hands in your pockets, weaving through the people on the sidewalk like a fish swimming upstream, entirely in your own bubble. He jumps out of the alleyway to block you and you pause, pushing your headphones down.
"Yes?" You ask, giving him a curious look.
"Can I p-please have some of your blood?" He asks." Just a little bit. Not even a m-mouthful I swear! Just a taste–"
"Go ahead."
"H-huh?" He blinks, because there's no way that just worked.
You gesture to your neck in invitation and he slinks up to you, wide-eyed, quivering as he sinks his fangs into your skin. Oh, it's bliss! He drinks and drinks, clinging to you until you gently push him away.
"I've been watching you. It hasn't been easy, has it?" You ask.
"N-no..."
Suddenly he realizes you clasped a collar around his neck while he was feeding. It has a bell on it and smells like new leather. You flick the bell and listen to it ring.
"Come on, you shouldn't be living on the streets like this," you say.
He could remove the collar if he really wanted to, he could toss it on the floor and run off, but he doesn't. He follows you like a stray cat choosing a new owner, the bell ringing merrily with each step.
You have been given away to a man known throughout Eastern Europe as a brute, a killer, and a monster, and yet somehow, he does not act like any of those. You can't help the feelings that arise in your heart for him, and eventually, gentlemanly manners are thrown out the door when you give the signal.
Warning: arranged marriage, talk of vlad having killed people, sumt, oral (f receiving), p in v
A/N: Thank you to the Anon who requested this!! I would have posted it with the ask, but tumblr was being weird and not letting me. And a special thank you to @xxladymjxx @take-everything-you-can for reading and helping with ideas, @littlesubbyflower helping as well as making the wonderful header, and @hellfire--cult for helping me find a title!
You have always dreaded the day your father would sell you off to the highest bidder. Fought tooth and nail with him to reconsider, to allow you to marry for love rather than political alignment. It was a fate—you thought—worse than death, and yet he did not care. It wasn't long before your heart was given away for you, to the Prince and Voivode of Wallachia, a man whose name was steeped in blood. A man whom you were taught to fear lest he take you to the stake.
With shaking hands, you fixated on smoothing out the pleats in the skirt of your wedding gown. The dress was heavy and not because there were yards upon yards of fabric tailored to you or because of the silver embroidery and precious stones, but because of what this dress meant—the loss of your freedom.
"Stop fidgeting, girl. It is unbecoming." Your mother's shrill voice came through the fog, clouding your thoughts. "Now, stand up straight, it's time."
"Mother, please, I would rather be sent off to war than this. Anything but this." You held her hand like a vice, begging her for some way out.
She only shook her head and snatched her hand away. "I thought I taught you better than this. Do as your father says, and do not embarrass this family in front of the Prince." She pinched your cheeks to give them color before turning to leave. "The choir will begin in one minute, you will enter then."
It was no use calling after her, and it was no use trying to run away; there were guards at every entrance to the church, making it impossible, especially in this dress that needed at least two maids to help you remove. So, down the aisle to your doomed fate it was.
As the choir began, your heart leaped, beating faster than you ever thought it could. The giant oak doors opened, and every guest rose to their feet, all looking your way, all except your husband to be. He stood, back facing you, dressed in an armor chest plate and a white doublet and breeches with a sword attached to his left hip. The air that surrounded him felt thick as you approached, your dress restricting your movements. The Princeonly turned to you once you reached the stairs; he offered his hand to you, and you took it hesitantly, letting him guide you.
You took the few spare moments before the Priest began to examine the man you were to wed. His hair swept around his face, almost blocking him from your view, but as his head turned and you saw him fully, your breath caught in your throat. The stories told and the rumors whispered had led you to believe that this man was a monster, beastly and garish to look at, but the man before you was anything but. The candlelight made him look almost angelic with his sharp angles and full lips. His skin was white as milk and freckled. What demon would ever look so sweet? But that was exactly it, wasn't it? The devil will always come in a form you may trust.
The ceremony went by in a blur. You followed instructions and repeated words, but only because your body was guiding you; your mind floated miles above, enraptured with the man who was beside you.
It wasn't until you were being ushered into a carriage that you came back to your senses. As the door slammed, you realized it was just you and your newlywed husband. The silence was so thick, you could have cut into it. What were you to say? You didn't know the man, only what was said about him, and you doubted that it was an appropriate conversation to be held.
The ride was bumpy as the carriage took you farther away from the home you knew and towards an unfamiliar place. It had only been an hour, and still, neither of you had broken the silence. That is, until a quite harsh jerk had you toppling across the coach and into the Prince. He caught you in his strong hands and set you up right again.
"I am sorry," you apologize.
He waives his hand, dismissing you. "It is quite all right."
You couldn't help the blush that formed on your cheeks, his voice… this was the first time you were hearing it clearly, the thoughts in your head not distracting you from the low tenor that vibrated soul. You wanted to hear it again.
"Is your home far?"
He looked at you, eyes scanning, deducing why now you were asking him questions. "A three-day ride if the horses are fast."
"Oh, then we will be lodging somewhere for the night, I suppose?"
"We will make camp in a few hours. There are no lodgings on this road."
Your eyes widened. You were to spend your wedding night in a tent in the woods?
The carriage stopped just before dusk, and the men worked quickly to build tents, gather wood for a fire, and cook. It was dark when your husband helped you to your tent. He stayed for only a moment to tell you dinner would be ready soon before leaving quickly.
Sighing, you went around opening your trunks, trying to find something more comfortable to wear other than this outrageous wedding dress, although you didn't know how you were to extract yourself from the copious amounts of pleats and lace when your ladies' maids were nowhere to be found. You refused to go looking for them as you were tired from travel and wanted nothing more than to be left alone.
It took almost fifteen minutes for you to even begin to loosen the tight bodice, but it only did so much when you had been tacked in at certain spots. Your hands ceased their flailing when you heard footsteps and the curtain over the entrance of your tent flung open. You turned slowly, face heating as you realized someone was watching you trying and failing to undress.
"My Lord," you startle when you see the Voivodestanding there.
He narrows his eyes at the awkward angle your arms are bent, "What are you doing?"
"Undressing," a huff, "well, trying to at least." You answered.
Taking a step forward, he lets the curtain fall behind him. "Would you like some help?"
You eyed him wearily. From the stories you had been told, he was a brute of a man, taking anything he wanted without asking, and yet here he was asking if you would like his help.
Reluctantly, you accept.
He strides toward you slowly, as if you were a terrified fawn ready to bolt at any moment. "If you could turn around, please."
His hands never left your shoulders as you turned.
A shiver ran down your spine at the electric touch of his thick fingers as he gently caressed the skin of your neck he moving your hair out of the way. Gradually, the lacing of your dress fell away, the cut the strings tacking you in with his knife. The moment was intimate, and you could feel your heart racing. His fingers brushed against the thin fabric of your shift, goosebumps rising in their wake.
"I shall leave you, dinner will be by forthwith." He gave you no time to respond before he left you, with a heart full of confusion, and clinging to the bodice of your unfastened dress to your chest.
Quickly, you untied your skirts and folded them neatly into a trunk before dressing yourself in a less restrictive dressing gown, as you weren't leaving your tent for the rest of the night.
Food was brought to you on a pewter plate. Bread and some kind of meat, it didn't look too appetizing, but you were starving.
And then, you waited. And waited. And waited.
Yet, your husband never came. The candles began to die as you laied on the makeshift bed and the only thoughts in your head were, Where is he? Shouldn't he be here? Wasn't this supposed to be our wedding night? Does he not find me attractive? You couldn't understand why they were swarming in your mind. You shouldn't be concerned whether or not a man you were forcefully wed to liked you.
You awoke the next morning to the rustling and murmuring of the men around the camp. The smell of porridge cooking had your stomach growling.
Elina and Alba, your ladies maids, found their way into your tent with breakfast, apologizing for not attending to you the night before.
"We thought to leave you and your husband be," they said, cheeks tinged pink at the implication.
"Your efforts were in vain, ladies, for he left quite abruptly after unfastening me from my wedding gown." You replied between bites of your porridge.
"How peculiar," Alba hummed. "Usually, men can't wait to get to the marriage bed; they always want an heir sooner rather than later."
You gasp at her forwardness before laughing softly; you had never known her to speak so forwardly.
"I believe I overheard a few of the men whispering around the fire earlier that the Prince had forgone supper and was acting out of sorts after leaving your tent. Are you sure nothing happened?" Elina asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. All he did was help me undress, and then he left, before anything could have happened."
You didn't catch the look the two women gave each other before starting to gather your garments for the day.
After having dressed, your tent was taken down, and you were again ushered into the carriage, only this time, your husband did not accompany you. Instead, he sat stoically atop a striking dapple grey steed.
He was so alluring, you couldn't bear to take your eyes off him even as the long journey began. The way he moved in rhythm with his horse became your entertainment in the boredom of the carriage box. You admired his hair as the sun shone upon it, bringing out the gold and copper tones, and imagined your fingers running through the tresses.
The curve of his lower back and the broadness of his shoulders completely captivated your attention. Your mind wandered to places it shouldn't have, explicit thoughts, unbecoming thoughts.
"What are you doing?" You shake your head, clearing the visions. "This man has murdered people, and here you are gawking at him like a Christmas roast."
Later on, the night progressed much the same as the night before, only your ladies' maids helped you undress.
Around midday on the third day of travel, your new home came into view.
Large and imposing with its spires slicing into the clear sky, and yet it was beautiful, magnificent. It was larger than any estate you had ever laid eyes upon. The stone itself seems to have been carved in the foot of the mountain behind it, leaving the western side a sheer cliff to the lake below.
Once the carriage stopped, the Prince opened the door, offering you his hand as you stepped down.
"Thank you, my lord."
He nodded curtly before speaking. "I am sure you are tired; allow me to walk you to your rooms."
You couldn't help the small smile that bloomed on your lips. "Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you."
Again, as you followed behind him upstairs and through twisting corridors, you became distracted by his straight posture and poised shoulders—enough so that you almost collided with him as he came to a stop.
He opened a heavy, creaking door and motioned for you to enter before him. The room beyond was beautiful. Red velvet curtains hung at every window, matching the duvet, a lovely contrast to the dark wood furniture and light stone walls.
You turned to him, still standing in the threshold. "This is wonderful.
"I'm glad it is to your tastes." A small smile crossed his lips. "I'll leave you then, let you rest."
As he turned to go, you called out to him. You hadn't been able to push from your mind the fact that he hadn't once tried to consummate the marriage or what Elina had said the day prior.
"I- my lord, am I not desirable to you?" You were surprised at your emboldened words.
He turned, an eyebrow raised in question. "What do you mean?"
"We have been married for two full days, and you have not once…" You couldn't bring yourself to say it out loud.
"Ah. Yes." He took two long strides and was standing before you, his heat penetrating your skin. "Contrary to the beliefs of many, I am no brute. I will not touch you unless you ask it of me."
His words left you dumbfounded, and your preconceived notions of him started to crumble.
Several days later, you were taking a stroll through the gardens alone when you heard heavy footsteps on the ground.
"Hello," you smiled at him, and he gave you one back. You had learned rather quickly that he was a man of few words, but all that needed to be said shone through his eyes, like a fathomless ocean.
"Would you like to help me pick flowers? I'm making a crown." You held up your half-finished flower crown to him.
He reached out and touched one of the delicate petals. "I would love to."
You tasked him with holding your pickings until you had enough to finish the crown you were working on and to make another. He sat with you on the cool grass as you wove the stems together
"What is your favorite flower?" His voice softly broke the silence.
You thought for a moment before speaking. "I'm fond of Snowdrops. I haven't seen any in the garden, but there's still time for them to bloom."
The Prince only hummed in response.
"Do you have a favorite?"
"I haven't thought about it," he answered.
"Well," you look at the two finished flower crowns in your lap, "tell me when you have."
Standing to your feet, you placed a crown gently upon each of your heads before returning to the castle.
The next morning, you awoke to a vase filled with snowdrops greeting you on your nightstand.
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you began to fall for your husband, but as you sat across the informal dining table from him, you felt a warm tug in your heart. It had taken a while before your dinners were spent here rather than the extravagant dining room, where you both sat awkwardly at either end of the long table, taking sneaking glances at the other.
Now you were in a private parlor, seated only an arm's length away, enjoying food you could only describe as heavenly. Roasted chicken cooked to perfection with a variety of vegetables, breads, and fruits—but there was one thing you did not recognize. The dish was white; you could tell there were layers to it, but what you did not know, and pomegranate seeds were sprinkled atop.
The man in front of you, perceptive as ever, noticed your eyes examining the dessert. "Try some. It is good."
"I'm not sure I want to." You reply, unsure. "I haven't a clue what this is; we have nothing like it where I am from, my lord."
He rolls his eyes and scoots the dish toward you. "Eat it."
"I don't think so, no, thank you." You try to push it back to him.
"Then close your eyes."
"What?"
"I said close your eyes. Trust me."
Eyeing him wearily, you shut your eyes. You hear a stenciled scrape against a serving dish.
"Please, open your mouth."
Reluctantly, you did as told, and when you did, you were met with an interesting flavor. Sweet and milky with the slightest hint of rose, followed by the crunchy texture of slightly ground pistachios.
Opening your eyes, your husband is staring right at you, his eyebrows lifted, waiting for a response.
"That's actually really good," you express, and you reach for your own spoon to take another bite. "What is this called?"
"Güllaç. It comes from the Ottomans, and is one of the only fond memories that come from my time spent in the empire." His eyes darkened at the mention of the ever-looming Ottoman Empire.
You knew from stories what might have happened, what he could be thinking about. So you reached over and touched his hand, running your thumb over the back. "If it brings you pain to think of, please, don't relive it on my behalf, my lord."
"You are most kind… I believe I will retire. Good night." He kissed the back of your hand in goodbye as he stood abruptly and exited the room, leaving you with your hand tingling where his lips touched and wondering if he was alright.
Two nights after, you found your husband in the library, book in hand, lounging by the fire. He looked so peaceful as his eyes scanned the pages. You wondered what he was reading.
His eyes flickered to where you stood barely in the room and then back to the book. You took that as your cue to make your way to him, sitting in the chair next to his. The fire cracked, fending off the night chill.
You watched him for a good five minutes before he spoke. "You are staring."
Heat crept up your neck as you blushed. "I'm sorry, my lord, I was just admiring."
Looking up at you, he snapped his book closed and placed it on the table between the two of you. "I do have a name, you know," he said seriously.
"Yes, I know that."
"Then, I would prefer if my wife used it from time to time."
You smirked at him. "Only if you do the same, Vlad."
And he did, he said your name. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach. How could your name, the one your mother shrieked when you were in trouble or your father said with greed as he signed your life away, make you react this way? The way it rolled off his tongue like a prayer had you swooning, thankful that you were seated and not standing on shaky knees.
When you went to sleep, you dreamt of all the other ways your name would sound coming off his lips.
The next morning, you woke early, the sun barely peaking into the valley. The quiet footsteps of the servants that sounded off the rock walls let you know that the castle was wide awake, preparing for the day.
Slowly, you clambered drowsily out of bed, shivering at the cool morning air. Faint glowing embers shone through the ash in the fireplace, the minuscule emittance of heat not enough to reach you from feet away.
With shaking hands, you grabbed your dressing down, wrapping it around you snuggly.
Your slippers made soft thwacks against the flagstones as you walked aimlessly through the castle, letting your heart guide you. Before you knew it, you were outside and were met with the sound of metal ringing. As you ventured closer to the source of the sound, you began to hear muffled grunts.
'What could be happening at this time of morning?' You thought.
Turning a corner, you were met with the source. Vlad stood before some contraption made of wood, his sword in hand, chest bare. Your eyes examined him, watched each precise movement he made. It was like watching a dancer perform, entrancing.
He wasn't big and corded with muscle, but you could tell he was strong with the way he held himself upright and the amount of power behind each slice and lunge.
You couldn't help the flutter in your stomach, and you couldn't stop it as it traveled further down.
The rising sun brought along better light to which you were able to see the sweat covering his pale and freckled skin.
Your heart began to beat faster, and your legs crossed. A frisson of excitement could be felt in the warming morning air.
Vlad continued his training, oblivious to your audience or how his ragged breaths made saliva pool in your mouth and sent a pang to your core.
You wanted to touch him, dig your nails into the soft skin of his back, and have him take you hard and animal-like. You had to have him now, and you would.
When he finally lets his sword rest, you stroll to him, swaying your hips just enough. When he spotted you, his eyes trailed your body in its state of undress, lingering on the swell of your hips in the fine fabric before locking on your own.
"Good morning," you spoke, voice soft.
"Good morning," he smiled back. "You're up early."
Wrapping your arms around yourself your you spoke, "I was cold."
"I can send for someone to relight your hearth."
Shaking your head, you placed a hand on his bicep. Your heart skipped a beat when it sent a tingle up your arm.
Looking at him through hooded eyes, you bit your lip anxiously, clearly nervous about what you were going to suggest. "There are other ways to warm up."
Vlad's grip on his sword tightened, his knuckles going white.
"Are you-"
"Yes." You were never more sure about anything in your life. You couldn't wait any longer.
Slowly, he stepped forward, and you took one back. He cocked an eyebrow at you, and you just grinned a wicked grin before turning on a dime and sprinting to the castle. "Catch me!" You called out, stooping briefly at the threshold to see if he was following. He was, and at top speed.
Screaming in excitement, you bolted down the hall, almost crashing into a group of servants as you rounded a corner. "Sorry!" you yelled after them, not stopping lest he apprehend you before reaching the bedroom.
While climbing the stairs two by two, you tripped over your nightgown, causing you to stumble slightly. You could hear Vlad bounding up behind you, gaining on you quickly. Swiftly, you regained your composure and raced for the door. You could just see him down the corridor, gaining on you.
You were almost to the door when he grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the wall. You shrieked in joy. His lips were parted, letting his heavy breaths escape, mingling with your own.
"Vlad…." Your chest heaved against his own.
His eyes were dark, void of that bright blue you were so used to seeing. They flickered from your gaze to your lips over and over, making you dizzy. Finally, before it was too much to take, he surged in and kissed you. His lips were warm and soft against your own. Hands roamed your body, scrunching in your night gown, groping for anything they could.
goosebumps appeared on your skin when his hand drifted up and lingered at your neck. You leaned into it, the feeling of him, wanting him, needing him to put pressure.
"My Prince-" a yelp severed your sentence. He was lifting you into your arms and carrying you through the door to your room, all without breaking the kiss.
You were only parted when your husband gently tossed you to the sheets. It was overwhelming, the lust you felt for him in this moment. It was almost paralyzing.
"I have waited for you to say those words to me for weeks. Have wanted you in silence; I could barely keep my hands to myself. You are a temptress, a succubus, and I will gladly fall to ruin for you."
He stepped into your open legs, pushing your dress up and over your head, tossing it to the side, exposing you.
You barely noticed your nakedness, all you knew was that you wanted him then and there, you disnt care how, as long as he touched you. "Please, please, I need to feel you." You pleaded, hips grinding into the air.
"Be patient, my Beloved, I will give you what you desire in time." He said as he fell to his knees, large hands caressing your skin, pulling you closer to him, and settling your legs over his shoulders. The air from his mouth cooled the wetness at your core.
Vlad let out an eager groan before licking his lips, like a lion about to devour its prey. In a single, fluid motion, he placed his mouth upon your center. The gasp that escaped you quickly turned into an uncontrollable moan when he began to softly suck. Your hands shot to his hair, gripping onto the strands for dear life. It had never felt like this, not when you had touched yourself.
His teeth nipped greedily at the sensitive nub until your hips bucked and strained against his hold. Your breath hitched and caught in your throat when a pang of arousal echoed through you.
Your legs snapped closed around his head, his low growl vibrating against you. His fingers gripped the tops of your thighs, but he did not loosen them; he only dove into you deeper, plunging his tongue into your opening.
"Oh- ahh." You threw your head back, closing your eyes tight. You could feel that spark, the growing electric feeling deep within your bones. He was bringing you to the very precipice of your being.
His tongue coaxed and teased until you finally gave way, body tensing in his grasp. Pulling your legs away from his head, he leaned up only slightly so that he could speak. "Look at me."
You shook your head in answer.
"Look at me. I want you to look at me." He punctuated his sentence with a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thigh.
Giving in, you propped yourself up, shakily, onto your elbows and gazed at him with lidded eyes.
Vlad kept contact with your stare as he sank back onto you like a man starved. The intensity of the moment, of being watched as you fell apart, had you coming undone in a matter of seconds.
He licked you through the shockwaves, pulling strained moans from your swollen lips.
Breathless, you stared at the canopy above your bed. "That was…" You didn't know where to start, how to describe what you had just been through.
Taking his time, Vlad crept back up your body, his hands began to move, sliding across your curves, fingers tracing over the flare of your ribs as you took a deep breath in. The warmth of his pals as he cupped your breasts had you sighing. His thumbs passed over your sensitive peaks, causing them to pebble in his wake.
"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," he breathed, voice filled with reverence. Leaning down, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your breasts, tongue flicking over your hardened bud.
Pressing his body to yours, you could feel the evidence of his arousal straining against his trousers. Wanton need built up inside, emboldening you as your hand inched its way down to undo the ties of his pants. Before you could unlace them completely, Vlad stopped you.
"I told you, have patience. I don't want to hurt you." He muttered, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping at your pulse point.
"But I need you so much, so I feel like I might die," you bemoan dramatically.
He only chuckles, "You'll have me soon enough."
With a fervent motion of his hand, Vlad pushed the waist of his trousers down his hips, exposing himself. Your eyes widened at the sight, and your breathing became ragged as he slipped himself past your folds into your aching center.
The stretch wasn't painful, only slightly uncomfortable. As he sank into you deeper and deeper, the pressure built. Your legs wrapped around him, urging him further into you.
"Yes, my love, my prince, yes- ahh," you keened, shuddering as he bottomed out.
Vlad's right hand cupped your thigh while the left tangled in the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you in to kiss him. "I want nothing more than to map your body in kisses, learn every secret, sensitive spot that brings a moan to your lips and causes your body to writhe."
His mouth barely left yours, locked together like you were his lifeline, tethering him to this plane of existence.
Your fingers clawed at the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving long, red marks as a testament to your ecstasy.
"Move," you whine, "I need you to move."
Vlad obliged, slowly beginning to rock his hips. Your own rolling to meet the shallow thrusts. Moans mingled in the air shared between you.
He sat up onto his knees and grabbed your waist. From this angle, the thrusts were more intense. You could feel him better this way, punching into you.
"Faster," you begged him, needing to find release from the throbbing ache building inside you.
"I don't want to hurt you." He rasped.
Shaking your head, you cry out, "You won't, my love, you won't hurt me."
He studied you for a moment before gripping your hips and pistoning in and out.
The room might have been cold when you awoke, but now it was stifling hot. Sweat was beading across both your foreheads and where skin touched skin.
A chorus of grunts, groans, and whimpers echoed through the room as he began to rut into you.
And then, it was like something snapped within you. Your cries became louder and your back arched off the bed. "I- I'm-" you stutter out, hand reaching for him.
He locks his finger's with your own. "I know." The rhythm of his thrusts begins to falter, "I am as well."
With one last drive, you came undone, body shuddering rapture. Vlad wasn't far behind, spilling himself into you.
Exhausted, you both lay there, catching your breath. As you came down from your high, the room began to feel cold once again. Vlad noticed you shivering and pulled you into him before covering you both with the duvet.
His fingers played with your hair, pulling you into a blissful sleep, but before falling into slumber, a voice kept you.
"You," Vlad says before kissing your lips.
"What?" You ask with confusion etched on your face.
"You," he says once more, his fingers caressing your face. "In the garden, you asked me what my favorite flower was… It's you."
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A vampire apocalypse has come, and you’re one of the last humans alive. The entire population was wiped out within a few months, and while a few high quality humans had been herded into warehouses like cattle, you weren’t sure if there were many people left besides them.
For a while, you weren’t sure why you had been left behind.
You watched as your neighbors were picked off one by one, their wooden or metal barriers torn away like paper before they were dragged from their houses kicking and screaming. They often didn’t make it much further than the driveway before the feeding began, and eventually you couldn’t bear to look anymore.
But even as you ventured out to scavenge for food or met face to face with one of the beasts, you still came home alive and untouched.
“It’s because you’re ugly.”
You froze as an older man hobbled down the street towards you, but relaxed when you remembered it was the middle of the day. Vampires didn’t come out when the sun was up, maybe the legends were true.
When your body relaxed a bit, his words finally hit you. “W-what? Ugly?”
The man looked her up and down, leaning against his walking cane. “I heard ‘em talking about it, in them raspy voices the other nice. They done killed a whole family, bless their souls…”
He murmured the last part, clutching a silver cross hung around his throat. “The bastards can’t eat someone that wasn’t seen as beautiful by another person. Vampires themselves are gorgeous creatures so we cant really compete with them in terms of attractiveness. That’s why they gotta rely on human’s vision of beauty.”
The old man continued down the street, his eyes watching the sun as it began to set. “The last person that thought I was worth a damn thing was my late wife… but she’s been gone for nearly thirty years now.”
You stayed quiet, still trying to comprehend the reason you had been left behind and allowed to live. It wasn’t a kindness or from being special…
You just weren’t pretty.
The truth made something ugly well up in your chest, tears prickling in your eyes as you carried the supplies you acquired home.
“I guess I should be grateful…” you said to yourself, placing the canned goods in your pantry. “I get to live… in a quiet world with no friends or family. Everyone is gone and I’m alone…”
But that wasn’t much different from your life before.
You were distant from your few remaining family members and had just moved to the area, meaning you didn’t have any friends. The people you did know were pretty rude and inconsiderate, knocking over your garbage when they passed your driveway and leaving dog shit on your line.
“Maybe they deserved it…”
You instantly stilled the moment those words left your mouth. You hated getting like this, viewing others as worthy of harm just because they hadn’t been nice to you or you had some damn complex.
“That’s so ugly… that’s why no one thinks I’m beautiful…”
You spent the next few months in relative peace, even if you were going a bit insane from the lack of human contact. Sometimes you’d spot the old man and dashed over to talk to him, but he’d hardly give you the time of day.
“Go away, I ain’t getting close to no one and causing their death. You go on home and try to follow my example.”
He was right. Being around other humans during such a crisis could mean falling in love with the most unlikely people. Maybe if you saved someone or helped them in a dire situation their heart would beat a bit faster. Someone in love wouldn’t care about how you look, they’d find you beautiful because they adored you.
And that, was dangerous.
So you took his advice and stayed away from fellow humans. Though you tried to help when you could, giving food to wandering strangers or telling them the closest town after this, you never got too close and remained distant.
But as humans practically went extinct within a year’s time, the vampires were running out of beautiful people to feed on.
For nearly 11 months you lived on in your small home, stockpiled with food and gasoline for your generator. There was little competition in your small town for supplies since most people had been picked off by now, so you practically lived like a queen.
It was a quiet night of watching another dvd you found in town when you heard it.
Knock knock.
You paused the movie, your heart hammering in your chest. That sound was very familiar, you heard it countless nights when you still had neighbors being dragged out into the moonless nights by beasts you could hardly see.
It always started with a slow knocking, like the vampires enjoyed filling you with anticipation and fear. They knew you KNEW that this was going to be the end of your life… and they were thriving off of it.
“You should make it easier for us both and come out now, it’ll be less violent and painful for you…”
You felt yourself stand, your legs trembling as you approached the door. You didn’t want to go out like your neighbors, dragged through glass windows, bare skin scraping against the pavement while you were torn apart.
Your hand wrapped around the door knock and turned it slowly, the door creaking open to reveal a man behind it.
When the old man told you they were beautiful, you pictured a stereotypical gorgeous person… but a mortal couldn’t truly comprehend a vampire’s appearance until meeting one. While you had seen their beast form several times before, this was your first encounter with… this.
He stood before you, fangs glinting in the moonlight as his blonde hair cascaded down his shoulders, fluttering softly in the faint wind. Red eyes bore into yours, meeting your terrified gaze with intense delight that you could hardly understand.
“Ahh, we’ve been watching over you for a while, human. It was cute, seeing you eat your fatty snacks and stare at your TV screen, thinking you were safe.”
He leaned against the wall, smirking down at you as his cloak shifted. A pair of dark red bat wings twitched beneath it, revealing his true nature.
You knew he was a vampire already, he looked ethereally beautiful and stank of blood, but those wings drove it home. He was not a human, and he was there for you.
“W-what… do you want..?”
Even he was surprised that you were able to speak, his eyebrows lifting delicately before he chuckled.
“I guess you would be confused, wouldn’t you? Usually we drag you creatures out into the night and feast on your blood and flesh with no issue.”
You chanced a swallow, your throat feeling dry and your body stiff. He paused, letting his words sink in and fill you with even more anticipation.
“As you can probably tell,” he said after a moment, stepping past you and into your home. “There aren’t many humans left that we can eat.”
The vampire stood in the middle of your modest living room, glancing around with a frown. “Do you humans just enjoy living in such filth?” he asked as he stepped over a bag of half eaten chips.
You felt strangely humiliated by his question, your cheeks flushing, but you quickly regained your thoughts. Why should you care that this monster found your house a bit dirty? You were surviving an apocalypse!
“I can’t even believe I have to say this.”
He was almost whining as he flipped his hair, glaring down at you like you were more of an annoying insect than a human being.
“You’ve been selected for the human breeding program.”
You blinked, and he continued speaking before you could even process his words.
“I’ll be watching over you to make sure you eat well and are taken care of while my colleagues find a suitable breeding partner for you. The area will be clear of most vampires besides me so your human body won’t be so stressed and your eggs won’t shrivel up or whatever…”
Was he… reading a script? You stood behind him in stunned silence, your mouth agape.
“If you can produce enough human children you’ll be allowed to live as breeding stock for the rest of your mortal life. Once you can no longer breed, you may be turned into a vampire and allowed to join our ranks,” he said in a flat tone, waving his hand around at the end as if becoming a vampire would be appealing to you.
“No thanks.”
“You’ll be given good quality food and allowed to socia-“ he stopped reading, your words finally sinking in. “… excuse me?”
“I said no thanks. I don’t want to be your breeding stock or live on in a world where I have to sacrifice my children to get up in the world.”
He stared at you for a good moment, then spoke in a bored, exhausted tone. “What makes you think you have a choice? Those who don’t participate will be eaten or forced to.”
“Sure, try forcing me. That’ll just stress the women out and they’ll miscarry.”
It was a half-truth, but from what he said about your “eggs shriveling up”, the vampires didn’t seem to know much about human anatomy.
He stiffened, squinting down at you before he moved so quickly you nearly fell over. Faster than you could think, he had you pinned against the wall.
“You’d do well to listen, human woman. You have a year to think about your decision before they gather you all for the breeding program. Before then, you better come to terms with your fate and learn to listen to us.”
He took hold of your face, tilting it up so you’d meet with his scarlet eyes. “Because I’m starving, and would love to have fresh human flesh to sink my fangs into.”
He let you go, his claws leaving indents in your chubby cheeks. “I’ll be back tomorrow night with my things… make sure to clear out a room for me. I expect the high thread count sheets from that store down the street and those feather stuffed pillows.”
With a huff, he turned and walked out of your door, leaving you to stare at the empty space in front of you, still too terrified to move.
Would he have really killed you right then and there if he could?
It was then you realized it. They didn’t know that you were aware of what(or really, who) they could and couldn’t eat.
You were not seen as beautiful, therefore he could not eat you, and could not afford to lose you because you were needed for the breeding program.
Perhaps you could find some way to escape…
While you thought over your next move from your home, the vampire stared down at his hand.
The soft squish or your cheeks and the warmth they brought sunk into his cool skin. He kept thinking about how soft your flesh was, how he almost smirked when you defied the council’s wishes.
“Hey, Valentine.”
The sound of wings flapping behind him caught his attention. Valentine knew that voice, and he almost rolled his eyes before he turned.
“What is it now, Cupid?”
The pink haired boy grinned, showing off his newly formed fangs. He was a young vampire, and had just discovered the joys of hair dye and what the humans called “punk music”.
“I heard what that human said. You’re supposed to be guarding it, right?”
Valentine looked the youngster up and down, his eyebrow lifting just a hair. “What of it? Shouldn’t you be home by now? Your parents are probably tearing through the neighborhood looking for you.”
Howls could be heard from the distance, causing Cupid to jump. “Well, I just wanted to give you an offer.”
He stretched out his wings, then smiled as he glanced at your home. “If she doesn’t agree to the breeding program… why don’t we just eat her?”
Valentine stiffened, something about his words making the elder vampire snarl. Cupid quickly explained himself. “I mean, if she can’t breeding stock, I’m sure we could find some shmuck that’ll find her beautiful if we mess with his head enough. Then we-“
Cupid yelped when Valentine took hold of once of his wings, not enough to tear the delicate skin, but hard enough to quiet the young vamp’s babbling.
“As if I’d share a meal with the likes of you. Don’t dare to presume you can eat at the prince’s table.”
The second Valentine let go, Cupid took off into the air. “Y-yeah, Ex-Prince Valentine, you don’t scare me!”
Valentine sneered, his scarlet eyes rolling before he could stop himself. Feeling too lazy to peruse the tiny runt, he turned and began walking back to the palace.
Even if he was an Ex-Prince, having him work such a low level job was humiliating for a vampire of his status that had lived a life of luxury.
But… at least you might be interesting enough to keep him from dying of boredom.
He looked down at his open palm one more time, clenching his fist as if trying to keep the strange warmth he felt from seeping away… but vampires are creatures that feed off of human blood to live, and their cold flesh can never retain warmth again. In exchange for immortal life, the comfort of warmth alluded them.
But… for just a moment while he held your face, he felt it. With an evil smirk, he wondered if he scared you again, could he feel that same heat beneath his fingers return?
Now, he was looking forward to tomorrow night.
A/N: this is the beginning of a yandere!vampire love story. It will include: violence, somnophilia, gore, dubcon, obsession, mentions of breeding, and kidnapping. I’ll probably post each new part on my patreon before posting it here.
You're the wife of a villainous vampire lord. He is very evil, very scary, and very very feared throughout the land..
So fearful that he is currently pouting with his face pressed to your abdomen as he rants about the latest heroes who had tried to throw him off his claimed throne. All while you both cuddled on the luxurious bed in the master bedroom of his castle.
"OLD!" He grumbled, "Can you believe it? They called me- me!? They called me OLD!"
A whiny purr slipped out of him as you scratched behind his ears. He was still pouting, but your vampire husband will gladly take those lovely scratches behind the ear.
"A thousand years old isn't even THAT old for a vampire.." He continued to mutter under his breath.
"Is that why you sent them down the trash shoot specifically?" You inquired.
"Yes.."
You giggled while gently pulling his face up to press a kiss to his forehead. A louder and happier purr slipped out of him.
"If I wasn't so.. caught off guard.. I would've destroyed them.."
