#vampire brainrot

Dark purple velvet and silk decorations….

His machines decades ahead of your time….

His library decades more extensive than the library of Alexandria….

Waltzing with him in the moonlight, pressed close to his chest….

Whatever you want, whenever you want, and all you have to do is be his and stay with him…

Either he’ll bite you to keep you with him. Or seal any exit for you to remain with him….

Silk purple vampire robe…..so comfy….

Castlevania dracula core.

He’s so… different

From any other man you’ve met before.

His charm, his intelligence, but most of all is the way he talks.

Like the whole world is moving but he’s standing still and your all he cares to focus on.

It almost make you feel like that world has stopped.

Just him.

Just you.

Together…

Forever…

———

Even if you don’t want it at first, but eternity is a long time and anger is such a hard emotion to hold for that long.

He know, he gets it.

His sire did the same to him but he got over it and so will you.

He’ll make sure you spend the rest of your time together in bliss, once he can let you out of the cellar that is.

He doesn’t want you doing something silly like running away and getting killed by a group of vampire hunter or opportunistic werewolves or worse trying to throw yourself into the sun.

He’ll let you out…

Soon

———

Turns out he was just like any other man

The only difference this time around is you won’t outlive this one.

Won’t be able to poison, push, or have him befall some tragic accident.

A shame really.

You were hoping for an easy few weeks of marital bliss

The sex is good, he’s kind and intelligent but the blooodsucking is a dealbreaker

Too bad for you

Didn’t run fast enough

You caught his eye

And now he’s too intrigued to let you go

At first you too were a pasting fancy

A few years of marriage is a blink to a vampire like him but now…

Now

Your interesting

An he could never let something so fascinating escape without thoroughly documenting such a find.

Don’t worry though he’ll let you go

Eventually

Whether your heart still beats or you departe with the craving of blood on your lips is still to be seen.

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when she uhhh she uh 😳

when doy calls perseus "little songbird" and perseus seems oblivious to that because this girl is adhd-coded

when she lustfully bites the neck of scharnhorst after she defeats her in battle

when in her dress skin she. hh. sd,. doy party skin. you special touch her and she asks if you are able to entertain her a little bit longer asdnasndasd

Melt into one, be it thou or myself, be it anything in existence—

With Drowning in the Flames finally completed, I am returning to uploading my stuff for the @badthingshappenbingo! Today's prompt was Burns. Which leads me to one of my headcanons: Hector is actually pretty scarred up, though with a lot of tiny scars, instead of big ones.

Her fangs were also like needles when they pierced your throat, but it was worth that momentary, fleeting pain. The pleasure of her drinking openly from you as she gently stroked your hair, as her fingers traced along your side--You couldn’t help but to shiver in joy. Mei wasn’t quiet about her approval either, of how she enjoyed the taste of your blood. Sighing happily as she continued to hold you close, her arm proceeding to wind around your waist--It feels like an eternity when she regrettably slips her fangs out of your skin.

At the very least, her tongue gently runs along the wound in a soft, soothing measure. The first time she had fed from you, out of instinct and desperation--There had been no gentleness, she had pinned you to the ground and nearly drank you dry--Mei had been careful from then on, and it showed. With your head light from pleasure and blood loss, the vampire gently presses a kiss to the side of your head and moves to shift your positions so she can slide her arms under your legs and person to sweep you off your feet. 

“Thank you. You were perfect.”

She speaks affably as usual, but there’s genuine gratitude in her words as she carries you towards her chambers. Sparing you a glance, there’s a shake of her head, exasperation evident as you merely smile in response despite your clear exhaustion. No matter how much the thought of alternative feeding outlets was proposed, you always firmly refused.

I want to be the only one whose blood you drink. Those had been your words.

“Good grief, you’re spoiled.”

Even so--As the doors to her chambers creak open without her lifting a single finger and she lays you on the plush fabric of her bed...As she lies beside you to allow your head to rest against her chest, Mei feels a smile of her own creep upon her lips as you inevitably drift off to sleep.