#vampy rambles

Imagine you come home to your partner, or are waking up in the night with them (it sounds cute to change your sleeping schedule for your vampiric partner).

The moon light peaks through the curtains and glows on their skin, twinkling softly over the contour of their face. They sit up in bed, rubbing their eyes as a yawn leaves their lips. You catch a glimpse of their pointed teeth poking out behind their soft, plush lips.

You greet them, asking them how they slept, how their plans for the night are going to go. They think for a moment, mind foggy from just waking up. They go to speak, interrupted however by a low growl from their middle.

You smile, shooting them a simple, "you ok, love?"

They nod, a lovely blush against their cheeks, a crooked smile upon their face. "S-sorry, just hungry."

God, they are just precious, aren't they? You rest your head on their shoulder, an arm wrapping around their back and your hand settles on their waist. You place your other hand on their stomach. It feels soft and empty. Small growls vibrate against your palm, not audible but you can definitely feel just how empty they are.

"Aww, so cute.." you coo, voice teasing and adoring. You press down on the hollow spot beneath their ribs, coaxing out a low groan. "Poor thing. When's the last time you ate, dear?"

They don't answer, far too flustered as you tease them. They know you're into this, and it's starting to grow on them aswell.

You continue to massage their tummy, feeling it growl angrily under your finger tips. Their muscles tense, flexing as they try to prevent the inevitable.

Eventually, after a few moments of teasing, it releases. A long, loud growl leaves their stomach. They flush and their arms instinctively wrap around their tummy. Your hand is sandwiched between their middle and arm, you feel every single movement of their starved stomach as it shifts and twitches.

You can't stop the warmth that creeps up onto your face and ears. God.. they're so hot. You press an adoring kiss to their neck, rubbing their stomach comfortingly.

"C'mere dearest, I'll let you feed now." You slip off your shirt, setting it in your lap. Cocking your head to the side, you expose your neck. Your partner gently slides their fingers over your neck, your skin shivering at their cold touch. They shower you in kisses, a silent 'thanks' for feeding them. Their stomach rumbles impatiently. They then shifting again before lowering their teeth again your neck tingles rise up your spine in anticipation.

They sink their teeth into you, the pain of the wound is overwhelming, but is quickly overshadowed by the pleasure of knowing you're providing for them; that you can be apart of them in some way. You grip their waist, pulling them closer into you. Blood pools into their mouth and a needy whine comes from their throat. You tasted wonderful.

You tense, and thats their cue. They lift their mouth from your body and kiss the wound, licking the blood from their lips. They cup a pad of gauze over it, appling a gentle pressure to stop the bleeding.

You relax; leaning your head against theirs. You listen carefully, hearing the content sound of their stomach working on your blood. It fills you with love and warmth. The wound eventually stops bleeding and your partner bandages you up, being careful with you and treating you as gentle as possible. They lay you down, kissing your forehead before laying beside you.

You lay down, youre poor brain is foggy and you feel drained-both literally and figuratively- and you just cant keep your head up anymore.

As you rest on your lovers stomach you start to feel your eyes get heavy. Not only that, but you start to feel a familiar pang in your own stomach. You knew it was coming, you always feel ravenous after your partner feeds. It just takes so much out of you to give blood so often.

You feel your stomach twist before an angry grumble leaves it. You barely even have the energy to feel embarrassed, only snuggling closer into your partner. You feel their fingers tilt your chin up, supporting it so you dont have to exert yourself.

"Are you hungry, darling?" Their voice is sweet like honey and their touch is even gentler. You give a nod of confirmation and they smile lovingly down at you. Their thumb runs along your cheekbone, tracing the contour of your face.

"What would you like to eat, love? I can make you anything." They offer, allowing you to rest back against them. You think, just about anything sounds good right now. You feel your stomach grumble hungrily and grimace.

"Ughh, anything that'll shut it up. I just want to rest for a little bit longer though." Your partner nods in understanding. They knew you liked their stomach, but you also liked your own just as much. You couldn't help it, you loved the feeling of your stomach tightening, shifting with nothing but air inside. The sound it makes when you've gone hours without food, how desperate and needy it gets when you deprive it-

Another groan. God you really were starving.

Your partner laughs softly. They weren't the best at teasing, but they'd try their best.

"You sound so hungry, love. Poor thing" They murmur, trying to be bold and make you flushed -if you had enough blood in your body left to blush that hard.

You whine, embarrassment blooming in your chest and you feel your heart flutter. Even if their voice was a bit nervous and lacked experience with this type of thing, it was the effort that really got to you. You press your face closer into them.

"It feels nice," you say softly. "It wont stop growling." You wondered silently if they could hear it all. Based on the twitching of their long, inhuman ears though, it was likely they could.

They chuckle light heartedly. "Aww, your poor tummy. It sounds so empty~" They sit up and shift underneath you, resting your head onto a pillow.

"Unfortunately though, you do need food." They press a loving kiss to your forehead.

"Ill make you something, ok? Ill be right back dearest." They say sweetly. Exiting the room, leaving you alone in your bed.

Just as it starts to relax though, a lovely smell fills your nose and reawakens your stomach. It tenses and you whimper softly, your tired body too exhausted to wrap arms around your middle.

You press a hand into your stomach, trying to soothe the angry grumbles and pangs racking your insides. It hurt, and was honestly getting past the point of feeling good.

About an hour passes, and you drift in and out of sleep. Your stomach quiets down slightly, your hunger pangs becoming less frequent.

"Hey darling, i made you some potato soup." They quickly see you though, in pain and tired, and they frown. Guilt racks them as they walk over to you, cupping your cheek.

Your partner lifts up the spoon, blowing on it till the smoke disappeared, and raised it to your lips. The second the soup hits your tongue, you instantly feel more alert, acutely aware of the tightness in your stomach. You swallow it, feeling the warmth drifting down and settling in your middle.

"Aww, poor thing. Cmere, I got you." They help you up and pepper your face in loving kisses. Your eyes are droopy and your stomach starts complaining quite loudly.

They put a hand on your tummy and rub it gently, setting the bowl of soup in their lap. They felt bad, they knew it was their fault you felt like this. They just wanted to make you feel better.

Your partner gets you another bite, you part your lips, and swallow again. The soup was good. Your partner was a wonderful cook, despite not needing human food.

They whisper soft words of adoration as they continue feeding you, being as gentle as possible while caring for you. It felt nice, being doted on and loved like this. And your parter liked it too, being able to "make it up" to you for always drinking your blood. It was the least they could do in their eyes.

Slowly the bowl of soup is eaten, that dull ache of emptiness replaced with a fluttering warmth. Your partner takes care of the bowl, returning to find you half asleep. So precious.

They crawl into bed beside you, leaving a trail of kisses over your sleepy face. Wrapping their arms around you, they hold you close to them. You feel warm; inside and out.