Fem!Vamp!Shidou x Fem Reader. Suggestive. Blood. Killings mentioned.
It’s almost time for Halloween 🌚
☾ ☠︎︎༒︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚. ♱⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ♱‧₊˚. ݁˖ ݁𖥔 . ☠︎︎༒︎☽
Her skin was tanned, her body was well defined. You’d believe it if she told you she was sculpted from marble.
All the stories you’ve heard, the folk lore, the old wives tales. The depictions of porcelain skin and slender bodies, sleek hair. Inability to stand beneath the sun. None of those descriptions befitting the woman before you.
Though you’ve always had underlying suspicions. It began with her inconvenient disappearances. Her strength that surpassed anyone you’ve ever played against, practice scrimmage became tactical. Her pupils never dilated, never needing to absorb light.
The killings followed, they’ve always been there. Too many to just be by her. The thought of more of her kind made your throat run dry.
The upward curl of her lip sent a shiver down your spine. The teeth that lay behind those lips razor sharp—you’ve never paid that much attention, you can only assume she bears fangs—those pink glossy lips have torn the throats out of grown men. She left such a mess behind it led locals to believe it was by animal. An animal that sucks the blood from living things and leaves the carcass behind? An animal that feed solely on humans?
Their throats torn out violently, forensic investigators unable to even name the anatomy. Okay, I guess you can see where they get the idea an animal did it.
“The look on your face,” she smirks. “It truly is priceless.” Her thumb drags across your bottom lip. A nail (claw) gently gliding over your top lip. Even in your darkened bedroom, her pupils remain narrowed. Pupils dilate in response to light, the less light there is the more they grow to absorb what little light you can. Without the light, you can’t see.
“You’ve killed people, Ryu.” You search her gaze desperately. There’s not a speck of remorse in those pink irises.
“Haven’t we all?” If she could breathe, you’d be able to taste her breath. You lean back against your headboard. She grins. God.
“How long?”
“Gonna need you to be specific, sweetheart.”
“How long have you been a vampire?” You choke out.
“Four hundred and fifty years. Not accounting for my time as a human.” Your heart sank. She was old, very old. There’s a beat of silence. “Four hundred and fifty years, and I’ve never met someone like you. You make me hungry, doll.”
Your body stiffens and the hairs on your arm stand on end.
“I figured everyone would make you hungry.” Your legs draw up, knees armor for your chest. She smirks and places her hands on your knees, urging them to part. When they didn’t part upon command, she pushes them down to accommodate her weight.
“Not the way you do. You’re not food, relax.” She grins, reaching a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’d love to devour you. But not in the way you’re thinking.” Her voice drops an octave, her gaze suddenly magnetizes to your lips.
Oh, she’s that kind of hungry.
The ache between your thighs betrays the adrenaline in your veins. By the flare of your nostrils you’re certain she can smell your arousal. There’s no fighting it, not when she’s this close. Not when her hands are positioned on your thighs, keeping them apart.
“Say you trust me.” She drops the words in your ear. A command, even if she didn’t mean it. Your lower lip quivers, your head turning to the side as she leans into your neck. You’re suddenly hyper aware of your jugular.
“I trust you.” You say meekly.
You’ve barely finished your sentence, a dominant hand turning your head to face hers. Easier access for her to slant her lips against yours.
Without breaking the kiss she moves closer, hooking your legs over her hips, near folding you up against the headboard as your body slouches down. Your neck is strained in this folded position, but you’re too gone to care.
Soft whines escaping your lips at every teasing graze of her teeth, you feel the smile on her lips as she man-handles you beneath her. Inhumane strength pressing your arms up and overhead, hands pinning you down by your forearms. Her grip tight on your skin.
“This ends when the sun rises,” she murmurs as she trails sloppy lines of kisses down to your jaw. She inhales at the hollow of your throat before groaning. Your heart speeds up, and you turn your gaze to the clock on your nightstand. The digits in the small rectangle glowing a gentle red.
3:01 AM.
☾ ☠︎︎༒︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖₊˚. ♱⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ♱‧₊˚. ݁˖ ݁𖥔 . ☠︎︎༒︎☽
I’ve been watching TVD😼 expect more vampire stuff.
