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Kiss of the v a m p i r e

Kiss of the Vampire

Vampires tend to have a lot of sex appeal. It may be because evil is sexy for some, but not all vampires are evil, so maybe it's because they're bad boys or sultry femme fatales. Maybe people just figure hundreds of years of practice at love making makes vampires really, really good at it. On the other hand, the bloodsucking may be a great fetish source, something about a quick sting of pain followed by pleasure.

When a vampire is hungry and isn't quite so decent or hard up as to lower himself to only buying blood at the butcher's or trapping and draining small animals instead, their dietary supplement of preference is human blood. However, vampires can make the experience of being a drink box not just bearable, but pleasurable for the donor.

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Roles
1. Vampire
2. Victim

Prompts
1. Willing - You're either a friend of vampire offering up a quick bite...or you know what you like and that's being a giving person.
2. Unwilling - They want your blood, but you're not up to parting with it. Can you withstand the pleasure, however?
3. Fluffy - How can you make the hungry undead warm and sweet? They could just be jaded from all the cruelty they've seen or dealt out and want something different.
4. Romantic - Is it worse to be the prey of a vampire - or their lover? At least with the latter, they'll try to treat you gently.
5. Rough - The opposite of the above; this vampire couldn't care less about you and treats you like a slab of meat.
6. Dangerous - This is no kitten you're playing with. Remember, your life hangs in the balance if they sink their fangs too far...
7. Purely Sexual - Both of you are into a little bit of bloodplay. One of you just gets dinner on the side.

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[ok, how could I not after seeing the header??

He's a vampire. Ota for everything but 5 & 7. Though I'd rather tone down the sexual elements. ]

Edited 2022-01-07 13:35 (UTC)

[Can play either role, would be funny to see him as victim though. Interested in all but 2.]

Edited 2022-01-07 13:30 (UTC)

(ooc | Information, permissions, and warnings can be found here.

Victim with the preference for darker scenarios. )

[ooc: Either role, but prefer consensual & shippy type prompts, please!]

[ "Victim" but prefer no 2 and 5. ]

[ Victim. ]

[information/warnings. | kinks. she's a vampire, and a very prolific one — i can see her having multiple victims and she would also keep a great deal of them for an extended period of time for, you know. weird shit. occasionally poses as a nun. open to f/m, f/f, f/nb, etc. both victims as well as other vampires (or hunters!) would be great. all of the options are fine, but please ask before fluff and romantic prompts. either can be done, and i'm open to them, but they'll be pretty unorthodox!]

Edited 2022-01-08 04:25 (UTC)

(ooc | Would you be open to planning something with Ash? )

[sure! what were you thinking of?]

(ooc | Ash is a street kid who leads a gang now. Maybe he can be a reoccurring victim? If you'd prefer something 'willing', he's easy enough to bribe with threats to...anybody on the Earth. He's also an exceptionally skilled fighter, if she has a need for that so it would also require some bribery or perhaps an assumption that the bite can turn someone and place them under someone's control.

I'm good with keeping it as light as a vampire meme can be or going to weird, whatever you prefer. )

[Victim or vampire]

[Definitely the vampire]

[ the victim. open to all prompts. ]

[Barry's hiding out in STAR Labs. He's sent the whole team home until he figures out a way to fix whatever's been done to him. He can't bear the thought of hurting anybody, especially anybody he loves. He's so hungry, but he doesn't even dare to try the blood samples stored in the lab because he knows he'll want more.

Eventually he just curls up on the couch in the lounge, curling up in a ball. Most threatening vampire ever. But he's so tired from the lack of blood he can't help himself.]

((ooc: i'm good with shippy but not so much smutty - maybe AU where he and Iris broke up for whatever reason?))

[ barry might have told everyone to go home, but that doesn't actually mean caitlin will go home. not when he's in this state, unsure of what happened or how to fix it. not when he's obviously (to her, at least) scared and hurt. she knows he's going to resist that urge that crawls through him because he's barry. he doesn't want to hurt anyone.

she waits until some time has passed. it feels like torture, waiting; she wants to go to him right away and argue with him into taking care of himself. but she's sure if she immediately goes back in once everyone's exited the building, he'll make an even bigger fuss. they've known each other long enough that she feels confident in that.

once that arbitrarily selected amount of time has dragged by, she slips back into the building. she checks the cortex, the time vault. the lab. no barry, and no samples missing. the speed lab is empty as well. that doesn't leave many other places to find him. her eyes fall on him there, curled up on the couch, and her steps carry her quickly to him. ]

Barry. You can't do this to yourself.

[Barry looks up, curling even more around himself as if to ward her off or maybe disappear. If only that was one of his abilities.]

Caitlin don't, I don't want to hurt you. Please go home.

[but if she hasn't already, he knows telling her again won't do any good. He still has to try.]

[ yeah, she figured that would be his reaction. like he's trying to will her away by just wrapping himself up. she isn't that easily deterred. instead of going away, she takes a seat next to him, sinking into the couch. ]

You're not going to hurt me. You couldn't hurt me.

[ face it, barry. caitlin isn't leaving. ]

[Barry closes his eyes. He'd take a deep breath, but apparently he doesn't need to do that right now. Then he opens them, and he can't help the way he stares at her neck. He can hear her pulse somehow, warm and inviting. He's starving.]

You're wrong, I could. I want to, even if I don't want to. I want to sink my teeth into you and drink you dry. I don't know if I could stop myself before it's too much.

[he'd never forgive himself if that happened]

[ that small, primeval, instinctual part of her brain latches onto those words. it screams at caitlin: danger danger PREDATOR danger run away. her pulse quickens, adrenaline trickling into her system. she swallows hard, fighting against the minor feeling of being prey.

this is not a predator. this is her friend. this is one of her best friends. she trusts him. she's trusted him for years, and she isn't going to stop now. ]

You can. I know you can. [ she scoots closer, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. the touch is meant to be reassuring. a show of good faith. ]

I trust you, Barry. And I can't stand to see you like this. Hurt. Hungry.

[ victim or newly turned vampire against his will. 🖤 ]

[ The routine they had created over the course of the past year took some constant adjusting to. From hiding away the more noticeable bite marks until a healer could be trusted to keep the lost king's secret to getting used to the after-effects of both the bites and the blood loss and being expected to go on as normal like nothing was amiss. The latter proved to be more difficult at first. That addicting pull churned in the back of his thoughts like an itch Aleksander had yet to find a way to calm; it was a manageable sensation but that didn't mean it didn't irritate him when they were apart. He did hate that kind of dependency their situation created.

Those of the Grand Palace had yet to discover that Nikolai was being kept in the gilded cage of the Little Palace, of the General's quarters; only a select few of worth, namely his chosen healer, his trusted heartrenders, and the seamstress, were the only ones who knew. Of course, that didn't stop the rumor mill that danced around the halls, of their General seemingly being off some days and looking paler than usual on others.

The War Room was kept darker most days along with the guest wing that was attached to it by one of the far doors opposite his own quarters, offering Nikolai alternate spaces to hold himself in during the daylight hours when he couldn't afford to linger around. How the servants had been given specific instruction now concerning such spaces; no entry was to be allowed unless the General was around. It prevented the secret from being known and from anyone being turned into a snack or a meal altogether that needed to be taken care of afterward.

Today, Aleksander felt exhausted, more so than usual. Meetings with the King's council concerning their borders and the efforts stationed there were beginning to drag on longer than they should. His nerves standing on an edge of his self-restraint prevented him from lashing out over the impossible demands of the Second Army and the constant run around he had to make these days just to be heard over the simplest of issues and concerns. By the time he left the Grand Palace, the late afternoon sun was near setting on his walk back to his quarters; the slam of the war room door sounding behind him as he entered the quiet comfort of his own space. The Shadow Summoner braced his hands on the edge of the war table, staring at the positioned figures on the map before running a hand through his hair with an exasperated sigh and turning towards one of his desks on one side of the room. His hands picked through the stacks of documents and reports that demanded his attention at nearly all hours, before finding one that he needed and taking a seat to reread its contents.

His thoughts ran through multiple scenarios, ones where much-needed supplies and assistance would be granted and others where they would be ignored and he'd be forced to make do with the barest minimum. He often wondered how simple situations such as these would be had he been granted what was required instead of the questioning stares and snide comments he often received instead. How the war efforts along Ravka's borders would swing their favor, or rather, he hoped they would. Aleksander was too wrapped up in his head to notice that slip of his control over his shadows, the simmering rage that bubbled in his veins, as they coiled and shifted and nearly shut out the dimming daylight further. The idle tapping of his fingertips on wood sounded in the quiet, forcing himself to be distracted with work than to seek out the pet monster he kept so close for his opinions or his company. ]

[ being a "pet monster" was better than the time he spent being a cryptid desperately feasting on lost villagers by a long shot. even contained to essentially one wing of the little palace, at least he had a place to stay inside. he had books, and maps, and papers to draw up contraptions with. it wasn't the same as his old life, but he was slowly coming to terms with it. slowly. just as much as he slowly came about to feeling like himself again, even if it still felt like there were gaps in his memory.

that, and restraining himself from sharp pangs of monstrous impulses was harder than he'd ever feel comfortable admitting. at least instead of just anyone with blood free-roaming the little palace, his appetite was for the most part focused on the darkling. why settle for whatever's around when you have top quality on tap?

despite getting to live in relative luxury with the best in sleeping quarters, indoor activities, and snacks, it was hard to not simply feel like a pet sometimes. like when the simple sound of the door to the war room closing followed by the darkling's pulse made him want to come running. he could spy on people, sure, but there was nobody else to really interact with.

which is to say, this particular night is no exception.

any sense of aleksander's mood, either from his heart or breathing betraying him or from the shadows twisting in the corners, is completely ignored in pursuit of nikolai's quest for Attention (and a juice box, but Attention first. the shadows are actually convenient, because they make him that much bolder in the way he he quietly slips into the war room like a ghost, only making himself known by holding aleksander from behind, face nudged against the curve of his neck. he's not biting yet, but it is in general his favorite place for his face to be. maybe aleksander's pulse is comforting, mind your business. ]

Stuck on something, Sasha? [ he nips at his ear playfully before spray bottling himself inside. less horny, more focus. his skin is only more pale over the past year, going from tromping around in the moonlight to rarely leaving his pack n play, but his eyes are the same shade of bright gold — only looking more gold by contrast. the gold skims the side of aleksander's face, curious but not wanting to leave his current position. ]

[ The vampire. ]

[Victim. Unless this is some AU where she fully turned/Dracula didn't sacrifice himself to keep her from turning. Which I am also here for. Because AUs!]

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