#count x reader

Fic Request:  Mama Scribs!!!!!!!! Could I request a small fic where the female reader offers count to feed from her because he was weakened by something? He doesn't want to but he's very hungry

Don’t know who Count Iplier is? He’s my Iplier!Vampire OC. Check him out!

“You were lucky you weren’t burnt to a crisp!” You exclaimed. Concern flushing through you as you hurriedly closed all the windows of the room.  Dawn had come swiftly on Count. Blood was still fresh from his last feeding; but he felt like he hadn’t had a drop for weeks.  The Sun drained it from him. Burning it up inside him until it bubbled and boiled his his veins.  Count had barely made it to your home in time. Crashing through the window in a shower of glass. Jerking you out of sleep as he stumbled into the wall with a heavy thud.  He was so weak, he couldn’t even get up to close the curtains. 

“I..lost track... of time....” Count mumbled through weak lips. He shielded his eyes from the blast of light that came from your lamp. He winced; weakened by the Sun’s touch that even the warmth of your hand felt like a fire against his undead skin.  You heaved him to his feet and half carried him, half helped him over to your bed. Where he collapsed down on the blankets. Leaning against his knees as he barely held himself upright to keep himself from hitting the ground.

“You look horrible.” It probably wasn’t the right thing to say to a Vampire that just came out of the Sunlight.  But Count’s neck was splattered with blood. Both deep crimson from a person, and a dark tar like substance; his blood that came from the wounds caused by the Sun.  Luckily, he had enough strength to heal them over before messing up your bed. But that was all he could do now. Breath heavily and try not to pass out from his version of blood loss. 

“Give me...a moment...” Count huffed. Coughing harshly into the material of his coat. Dark blood stained the clothing and you watched, with growing concern, as Count’s eyes fluttered between open and close.

You pulled back your sweater material, exposing your bare wrist and shoved it under Count Iplier’s nose.  He hissed and recoiled. Almost falling onto his back in the hurry to shove your skin away.  “(Y/N)....don’t....” 

“It’s alright, Count. You’ve fed from me before. Just take a little bit and you can rest here until the Sun goes down.” You moved on the bed so you were sitting directly beside him.  He was in no condition to try and fight you as you pressed your wrist against his lips. He groaned against your arm. And you felt his tongue slither out and brush against your skin. 

Count’s eyes faded into the colour red, and he grasped your hand in his. Holding you still as he opened his jaw and pierced your skin with his fangs.  You grimaced at the harsh sting of his teeth sinking into your veins. You looked away. Trying to distract yourself from the sensation of Count drawing blood from your body.  His arm wrapped around your waist. Keeping you close, and offering you some sort of comfort.  Count understood this was not disgusting or scary for you. But he still very much disliked drinking from you. Especially when he was so weak.

He pulled back with a gurgled hiss. His tongue licked along the wounds his teeth made. Making sure the bleeding has stopped as he used the handkerchief from his pocket to press against your wrist.  It was usually saved for cleaning up his mouth. But you were more important right now. 

“How are you feeling?” Count asked. His voice had a lot more strength in it now he had fed. But with his depleted hunger, came the flood of worry and guilt. He took too much.  That was obvious as you nodded. A sluggish like movement with a sudden glaze passing over your eyes.  He sat up and helped you lay back against the bed. Resting your head against the pillows as he carefully watched your face.  You were coming too. But when your focused on Count, he was relieved, but not surprised, to find you smiling smugly up at him. 

“See. Feeding is natural. You were ok.” You said. Causing Count to huff a gentle laugh. With his worry soothed; Count settled in beside you. Tucking the blanket around you as you rolled onto your side to cuddle into him.  It wasn’t unusual for this to happen between the two of you.  But right now, Count was still too weak to leave. And with the Sun rising even higher, he was stuck here until dusk.  You however, would need a little assistance until you regained your blood levels back. 

“Still, with me being so weak you should have been careful.” Count mumbled. Sighing when you grumbled your argument. Nothing more than a mocking imitation of Count’s worried expression. “You’re such a thorn in my side, darlin’.”