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@vampalty
look all i want is a vampire to carry me off to their centuries-old mansion and keep me as a blood pet dressed in silk and rubies and fuck me until i forget my own name while drinking from me until one day they take too much blood and they have to turn me. and i really don’t think that’s asking too much
Vampire Capable of Blushing But Only After Feeding is so radioactive as a concept. to me
[WHILE COVERED IN MY OWN BLOOD, PUNCTURE WOUNDS IN MY NECK VISIBLE, VERY CLEARLY LIGHTHEADED] i love you. i want you to eat well.
your vampire lover bites you high on your neck, so all the world knows you’re spoken for. the bitemarks on your thigh are just for the two of you
Having someone’s tongue sliding up my collar bone to my neck before sinking their teeth into me would fix me
Frankly shocked at how little vampire stuff is completely untouched by hypno kink, bc to me they have always gone hand in hand
Like, being locked under the gaze of a strong, charismatic figure and feeling all your will to struggle melt away, drifting dreamlike behind them as they lead you to a bedchamber, or maybe a moonlit clearing, and permanently enthralling you with their bite, is like the Main Attraction of the vampire to me
i think if a vampire bit me i would probably moan embarrassingly loud
that said. i do love the sort of role twist of being a submissive vampire. one image is of being penetrated at the same moment i bite down on their neck.
and the fact that despite being a predator, i'm still dependent on them for survival. there's one thing that keeps me alive, and i only want it from them. there's so much potential there. in deals struck. in exchanges, equal value or not. in a sort of morbid mutual obsession, where we want each other for reasons that are different, but are very much the same.
thinking about vampires who hunt in pairs, probably a sire and their child. they go to a nightclub and the younger one prowls the dancefloor while the sire sits at the bar and watches. (watching their perfect progeny as much as the humans.) when they find a pretty piece of bloodbait they look to their sire for approval. no. no. no. ...maybe. the sire leaves the bar and joins the throng on the dancefloor to get a closer look.
the bloodbait is all pleased to have the attention of a pair of hot strangers. one presses up against their front and the other to their back, and they kiss over the bloodbait's shoulder, hands wandering. the bloodbait is so aroused the vampires can practically taste it. it would be heartless not to take them home and rail them senseless and take a couple discreet mouthfuls of blood and kiss it off each other's mouths when the bloodbait can't see. so they do.
why don't most vampires just find ppl who are into getting pinned down and bitten and drained. this shit is easyyyy
"who could ever love a MONSTER like me..." bro you can find like ten people on the street who would be sooooo into you if you just flashed your fangs and told them you were an unholy creature of the night. trust me. i know what i'm talking about. maybe lust isn't love but at least it keeps your belly full babey !
i can obviously appreciate a good vampirism as a metaphor for self-loathing and the fear of yourself but truuuust me dude it is not that serious . go call a bunch of people blood bags and see which freak gets weak in the knees. this shit is so easy
you will find humans who match and even surpass your vampiric freak.
Thinking about being pursued by a vampire during a party—of course, I don’t know they’re a vampire. All I know is they’re hot and wanting to kiss me, and I let them, something about the way they look at me, the way their voice seems to make me melt, it draws me to them.
They’d guide me away from everyone else, press me against the wall to kiss me breathless. I’d give easily under their hands, let them do whatever they please as they stroke their hands down to my hips, pressing a leg between my thighs, trailing their kisses to my neck.
When they bite me, I’d gasp, but they’d hold me in place, the sharp pain quickly shifting into pleasure that makes my body tremble with need as they moan so sweetly against my skin. When they pull away from my neck, lips stained, they’d be surprise to see me not repulsed, instead turned on even more. When I’d ask—beg—for them to bite me again, they’d grin, and do as I say, picking a new spot and sinking their teeth into me.
I wouldn’t know till then that a vampire’s bite can be orgasmic. Trembling with need, filled with unbearable pleasure, they’d easily guide me to orgasm, my hips rolling against their thigh, desperate for some kind of friction, though the burning pleasure from their lips is far more than enough.
When they’ve had their fill of the blood, they’d pull back to gaze at me, a panting mess in their arms, dazed with pleasure, but a very willing participant. They’d murmur sweet words and get me straightened up, leaving me with a kiss and their number on my phone if I ever want a night with them.
Feeding a thirsty vampire a little of your blood and watch them beg for more while you ride them harder
A vampire getting addicted only to your scent and blood and touch, and shedding their vampiric pride to come back to you, begging and pleading, they need you, please
What will it cost me to have a vampire feed off of me and hold me as I feel the effects of blood loss and venom only to then be cuddled tenderly afterward until I’ve recovered
Letting a hungry vampire drink from your wrist and watching as their skin flushes with color because of you. Listening to the way they moan against your skin that's somewhere between a growl and a prayer.
Vampires are so hot.
Like, the teeth? How they'd moan against you as your blood poured down their throat? I think I'd DIE on the actual spot if they told me how my blood tastes, how good I feel and taste for them, how my existence is just to make their eyes roll back with the pleasure of how I taste.
Vampires are stronger than humans, I couldn't escape even if I wanted. My wrists would be scraping against stone as they took and took from me, and no matter how loud I scream and cry, no one would hear.
If I'm lucky, eventually their thigh would slip between mine and they'd tell me to grind on it while they fed, making me start to associate the agony of their feeding with the pleasure of getting to cum.
