#softvampire

Nameless Vampire Male Oc x Gender neutral Reader insert

[The concept of a Vampire love story where a vampire turns their mortal lover through a kiss. (Biting down on the bottom lip) and then biting their own tongue to feed their mortal lover into immortality. The turning bite heals but scars into what looks like piercing scars. 🥹 🩷🩷]

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Okay so this is my first shot at actually writing something on here so give me tips to make it more aesthetic pls cuz ya girl has no idea how to write anything unless its on quotev. Which shameless plug, but it's @EmAndThem on there!

Anyways..enjoy! (If you can)

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Careful years of longing, patience, restraint. He never let his mind get too clouded with his desire, he never was a creature of any of those things listed. Never thought he could see humans besides his nightly meals, they were just food for him..right?

How life always seemed to prove him wrong and change his mind, or maybe it was just you, bounding in with your infectious laughter, infectious everything. He could almost hardly stand it, it would make him feel all funny, his teeth would itch so lightly.

Never in the dark way of tearing at your flesh or inflicting pain, not his darling. No never, he'd rip his own undead heart out of his cold chest before he'd hurt you. He wanted to sink his teeth into you so gently it made where his beating heart should be..ache.

He didnt want to make it hurt anymore than a prick of a needle at a doctor's office. You could survive that right? One day he'd have to turn you, he'd just have to. as selfish as it was, he couldn't let you go. He couldnt let something as silly as mortality take you from him.

He didnt care about how age would look on you, not in the slightest, if he had to wait at the last second. It'd be alright for him, it didnt matter if you had wrinkles or gray hair, just one day. One day he'd turn you.

He just didnt think that day would come so soon, maybe a few more years. Maybe some whisps of gray hair here and there, but you asked. you asked him. He thought if his heart did beat it would stop right there. Sure the both of you had been together for a while, about three years now, he thought he would be the one to bring it up. But no, you did, and it made something in him swell, something inside of him bloomed.

So of course he did do it, he couldn't deny his love anything afterall. But before he turned you, he thought back on his own turning, how violent, how suddenly it had happened. No way would he have this moment be something you looked back on and shivered at.

No he wanted it to be a memory that put that beautiful smile on that face he just loved so much. He could tell the kiss caught you off guard. Oh his lovely darling, eyes widened so cute for him. Bite on your neck? Like an animal? Deplorable! Heinous! You were not a meal to him, you were a divine creature in his eyes.

You were caught off guard by the kiss but not the bite, why would you be? He talked with you many days about it before hand. Completely consensual, just now that the time came he didnt bite you on the neck like you had expected!

His lips caressed yours like a paintbrush to a canvas, it was a deep and intimate and wonderful all at once, it nearly took your breath away. Many of the kisses you both shared did.

Then you felt it, the prick of his fangs, inbedding into your bottom lip, gently pushing in. It stung a bit you did have to admit, but not more than a needle. (He had been testing the right pressure to use to not inflict as much pain).

He sucked on your bottom lip for a moment collecting your blood, the first he had tasted of it. It was divine, rich and sweet. It made his head dizzy and foggy. He licked over the bite and then harshly bit down on his own tongue drawing blood.

And fed you gently into immortality, cradling your head in his hands, his blood soothing your throat, it was nice and smooth..

He could stay here forever, and you felt as you could too. As the days went by after your transformation the turning wound healed rather quickly. Leaving behind two small dots on your bottom lip, he thought it was gorgeous, not ugly and jagged like his own turning scar.