#lewis pulllman

So what if I’m thinking about Ben Mears with a Vampire reader.

So what if I’m thinking about how he would let them stay in his house, and tape up the windows with blackout curtains during the day so the sun wouldn’t beam through them.

So what if I’m thinking about how he’d let them feed from him when they couldn’t hunt for anything. How he’d hold them in his lap as they bit into his shoulder or on the crook of his neck, or the plush muscle of his chest. How he’d hiss when they dug their nails into his back and growl or moan in complete ecstasy–and total satiation.

So what if I’m thinking about how reader would drink until Ben became lightheaded and whispered for them to give him a moment to get his bearings.

So what if I’m thinking about how it would turn Ben on to feel the stinging pain readers fangs would cause and how he’d shift beneath them just enough that they could feel his erection pressing against their ass, and how he’d hold them still so they didn’t squirm.

So what if I’m thinking about how reader would pull off his flesh so carefully that they would only leave the blazing crimson fang prints in his skin without any additional tearing. And how they’d move back to look down at him with their bright youthfulness that returned to their face after drinking, with blood dripping down the corners of their mouth and smeared along their cheeks.

And so what if I’m thinking about how he would kiss them just to taste the irony elixir of his blood from their lips, and how desperate he would be afterwards to fuck them because his head was spinning with the most erotic thoughts–and how the reader projected them in his head to replace the pain that he should’ve felt after being drained.

…so what? 😏

*sigh* my wishes were answered!