👏 I 👏 WANNA 👏 FUCK 👏 VAMPIRE 👏 MARK 👏 IN 👏 A 👏 ABANDONED 👏 HOUSE 👏
Icons of Self Indulgence
Vampire!Mark x Reader - 1081 Words - More Freaky Fics
Notes: I’m not sure if this was actually a request or not but evidently when I saw it I must’ve assumed so because when I got back online post election I had half a fic.
Warnings: references to blood/blood play, biting (of a wrist no neck biting here), reference to scars, references to death, smut (gender inclusive oral).
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“I couldn’t stop them,” you said leaning against a shoddy table before kicking a piece of litter across the room.
Mark stayed silent, watching you whilst draped across a tattered armchair, one of the abandoned house’s remaining pieces of furniture.
You could see a mockery of life playing inside his eyes, and you knew the man you loved could still hear you despite the cold existence he was forced to take on. Your eyes subconsciously traced the jagged scar on his neck, something you could’ve prevented.
You yelled and bruised your knuckles against the table behind you, “I did everything I could,” you spoke in harsh whirlwinds of passion, “I sat every night with you, I made sure no one interfered with your recovery...” Your voice rose and fell with enough human emotion for the both of you.
You shook and gripped the edge of the table violently, unable to look him in the eyes. “I hated them for a very long time,” you confided venom dripping from each word, “there were times where I considered revenge...”
You tossed your head back in a laugh that would’ve scared Mark had he still been human, “but the fuckers were already dead!” In a manic rush you threw your gaze back at him, he had shifted forward his arms and hands folded in his lap yet perched just so you could see the desire and power behind the restraint.
You had been there when he died, you had witnessed the change begin. You knew exactly what he was and you were not afraid.
Mark resisted the urge to interrupt your monologue, your mood swings were the closest thing he’d tasted to humanity in days and it was sweet, savory, and unimaginably satisfying to feed on. The closer he got to you the more he felt the life you gave off- it made his teeth itch.
Mark could feel the anger and pain in your veins from across the room. The spectacular heat was intoxicating. He could feel how badly you wanted retribution against those who you thought deserved it.
You had always been a little bloodthirsty, rage does that to people over time, but this was different- you were different. Your unhinged aggression had brewed into the best discontent.
You had left grief behind at some point and replaced it with the amalgamation of emotions you currently displayed. Mark breathed them all in deeply letting the chaotic feelings entice him until he stood and crossed the room to take your hand in his.
You couldn’t help the shiver that spread across your body as Mark pulled your hand to his lips, his cool touch shocking you as he kissed your knuckles reverently. You stood silently transfixed as he kissed your palm, before dragging his lips up to your wrist and up across the soft flesh of your arm. In a rare moment of tenderness, he pressed a lingering kiss to the skin, and the feeling of him resting there threatened to push you to tears so you closed your eyes.
A hazy cloud swept over you as the soft gesture turned hard enough to draw blood. You melted into the feeling and lost yourself in the euphoria. Your rapid heartbeat slowed and it felt like you had finally been released.
You felt Mark lave his tongue over the bite before dropping your arm back to your side. You swallowed thickly trying to reground yourself in reality before you opened your eyes. A shadow of life settled in over his features and your heart almost stopped. For a blissful moment, he looked resurrected. The slight rush of blood and emotion brought new life into his skin and animation into his expressions.
You froze, unable to comprehend the full wrongness of the facsimile before you- of the dead man with sparks of life dancing in his eyes only to fizzle and fade away. True panic refused to surface and your wanting heart glowed as he wrapped an arm around you.
All you could see was him, no matter what logical fears your mind possessed. By the time you could fully think again, the blood on your arm already dried into lines and even that felt like a distant dream. You trailed a shaky hand across his jaw to cup his face- a faint warmth had returned to him from the blood. It was enough to silence whatever doubts still plagued your subconscious.
“And what of your vengeance?” His voice was almost as you remembered it- just impossibly smooth as if someone was editing the sound in real-time to perfect it into a hypnotic drone.
“Vengeance is cold,” you whispered bitterly as you desperately pulled his face towards yours and pressed your lips against his in a harsh kiss, “I want to be warm.”
Of course, Mark wasn’t exactly warm but kissing him felt like drinking whisky- as if the blood on his lips sent copper flames into your very core. You gripped his shoulders pressing your bodies impossibly close as your kisses grew feverish.
Mark turned to kiss down your jaw and your mind finally bought the lie, and any reservation you held faded away. It was Mark, you could taste him- feel him and you weren’t about to stop or let go now. You lived in that moment until every inch of your skin felt thawed and you couldn’t feel the piercing cold as he methodically undressed you.
The crumbling building around you felt brighter and impossibly warm as you pushed yourself back onto the table. Your hands ached to touch him as he settled between your legs and the next thing you felt was his teeth scraping over your hip and downward, never drawing blood but rather drinking in your wanton desire that was just so painfully human.
The next thing you felt was his mouth between your thighs and couldn’t tell but you were screaming from the feeling. Your head was spinning and everything was a tangled spiral except for him. The world around you reverberated moans and sighs you weren’t registering and you couldn’t think anything beyond what you were feeling.
You were so warm, your taste familiar, and your sounds so strained, it made Mark feel uncomfortably alive. The trail of blood smeared kisses covered your sex and it all seemed too real for actual reality. But it was real. It was you- your blood made him stir into some half-life and he had to know what else you might revive within him.
