Tag: vampire

Dream date with a vampire, touring an old city at dusk. Letting them take me to the places that were the best when they were human, eg: this was the best tavern in 100AD the bard they had was banging OR later after they’d turned eg we’re eating here because the original owner stole my mums croissant recipe and now they’re famous AF. Then as the sun rises be invited to their home so the date doesn’t have to stop.

spooks-and-their-monsters:

I love it thank you for sending that in!

SFW and NSFW for a vampire? Btw, love your work, super cute and raunchy, all while being well written. Just very lovely :)

domesticandlovingmonsters:

Thank you so much! I’m glad my writing comes off that way. If you have any feedback or suggestions, please send in an ask. I’m always looking to improve my writing.

SFW- Very attentive partners. They can sense the slightest change in your mood and they instantly wish to know how to make you feel better. On hot days, they gladly allow you to curl up with them in bed. Since they sleep during light hours, they don’t move alot and love the company. 

NSFW- It’s a real turn on for them when you start pleasuring them while they feed off you. They only feed from you as a means of being close to you, or if you’d allow them to feed from you freely. And it feel your hands or lips against them while they drink from you? It’s just heaven. They get drunk from their lover’s blood and the high of their climax is doubled after they feed.

valentinvanporcelaine:

Valentin Winter |

Only in the darkness will you find your true self
Howl at the moon to awaken the spell
One cannot judge what the eye cannot see
Outside the realm of humanity
Embrace your fear, don’t dare to run
Only then will you be what you’re meant to become

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write-it-motherfuckers:

You’ve always adored animals, especially the misunderstood ones. Recently, you had needed to take an injured bat home from the recovery centre with you, as it seemed to need more in depth care than the others, though its nothing new for you to have to occasionally take an animal home when another volunteer can’t. 

One evening, whilst caring for the bats wounds, you accidentally nick your hand with a knife you left on the table. Hissing, you hold the bat to your chest, trying not to get any blood on it, or get any germs in your wound, while you head to the kitchen to get a bandage. 

You’ve barely walked a few steps, when there’s a sudden heavy weight on your chest, darkness obscuring your vision. With a squeak, you fall back heavily, your head saved from hitting the hard floor at the last second, by a large hand carefully cupping the back of it. 

Sitting astride your body, pressed flush against you, is a tall, intimidating, and attractive stranger, eyes pitch black and your blood still smeared on their face. They quirk a grin at you, baring sharp prominent fangs, their visible wounds starting to heal rapidly before your eyes.

“Thank you my Dear.”

write-it-motherfuckers:

You’ve never enjoyed spending much time around others, having grown sick of having your interests constantly mocked or scoffed at. Instead, you find your home amongst tales of fiction, be they read through a screen or from the pages of a well worn book. Physical books have always been your favourite though, and at the end of every day, you find yourself straying to a local cafe/bookstore, that blessedly runs well into the night. You choose the same place every time, settling into the little hidden nook by the far corner, surrounded by warmth and the scent of well worn pages. 

One day however, as you sit on one of the worn couches hidden away behind the stacks in your little nook, you feel a heavy gaze land upon you. Looking up from the book resting on your knees, you meet the eyes of an intimidatingly tall and broad shouldered man, heart skipping a few beats at the quiet intensity of his red gaze. His voice is low and deep as he asks you politely if he may join you, and despite your usual response to such requests, you find yourself saying yes. 

Oddly enough, it doesn’t take long for it to start feeling like him being there is how its meant to be. At first he begins to come every couple of days, silently and peacefully sharing your space, but soon enough, his presence becomes a daily expectation. 

As you stand and swing your bag over your shoulder, preparing to leave one night, you pause, hesitantly offering your name. Your heart pounds heavily and you swear his strange red eyes almost seem to glow for a moment as you await his name. The man looks surprised for a moment and then deeply pleased, responding warmly with a tone that has your heart fluttering and heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Vlad. A pleasure” 

write-it-motherfuckers:

You’ve always felt out of place, as if your very presence is somehow off and tilted to the side of some invisible line that those around you walk with little trouble. Growing up in an orphanage is difficult by itself, but the woman who ran the orphanage, always seemed to distrust you, and look at you like you were alien, an unsettling blemish. She made it difficult to feel safe, and always ensured you would never be adopted. 

When a new church opened up in town, she was the first to insist that the children attend, claiming it would be good for them to learn godliness. Her gaze however, lingered on you a little too long to not show it for the lie it was. When you arrived to the church, she kept her eyes on you like a hawk, seeming deeply disappointed when entering the grounds, the church, and even getting “accidentally” splashed with holy water, did nothing.  

The head of the church came out to greet the group a short time later, a rather attractive young man with a smooth charismatic personality. It was obvious your caretaker was smitten, and the man indulged her for some time before she directed him over to you with a look of distaste and desperation. As the man approached, you could feel something shift in the air, a feeling that he was different too, and seconds later, you were proven correct.  

As he knelt before you, his back facing everyone else, you got to witness the way his grin widened, baring teeth too sharp to be human, his eyes flashing a deep smouldering red, yet somehow softening with affection.

“I knew she would be so foolish as to bring you to this… church. I’ve been looking for you for sometime little one. Its time you came home.”