lunarianvampire

[lunarianvampire]

Imagine your f/o, flushed and desperate, fucking you so sweetly, so tenderly. Completely wrapped up in you, they whisper sweet things between pants and moans, occasionally slipping into a language you don’t speak. Though you don’t understand their words, you understand their tone, fervent and tender, honey sweet and filled with a deep longing .

#dante

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but your honor he’s my favorite fucked up and tortured guy who maybe looks a little worse for wear but has a heart of gold despite it all

#Dante #Fiero

[lunarianvampire]

4dante warm up doodle

#Daddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddydaddy #Dante

[lunarianvampire]

I couldn't "fix" him but goddamn it I could make him happier and feel like life is worth living

#Dante #Fiero #Heehee

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[ID: three panel comic put toghether from panels of the dungeon meshi manga. The first panel has a wide view of the winged lion and Laios, the winged lion says "be not afraid". The second panel is a close up of Laios smiling and saying "...would.". The last panel has the winged lion looking annoyed saying "please, be more afraid" and Laios looking back at him and then at the camera, resting his cheek on his palm and with a troubled expression. /End ID]

uhm. dungeon meshi spoilers ?

#Winged lion #Me mememmememememem

[lunarianvampire]

SMASH OR PASS: Winged Lion, Dungeon Meshi

Please reblog for greater sample size, as per usual!

#Winged lion #MY PEOPLE

[lunarianvampire]

I think the PEAKEST villain character design of this era tbh is "What if Aslan was Lucifer/Satan" aka The Winged Lion

ᛗᚴ ᚺᚣᛗᛊ ᛨᛢ ƂᏌᛊᏒ

#Winged lion

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#Winged lion

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Okay, this caused eyestrain out the wazoo, but I finished this without glasses! I've still got bruises from go karting, and they haven't bothered to tell me whether they found my (definitely beyond broken) glasses... that go karting place was remarkably unsafe, but it was incredibly fun. I was 0.2 seconds off first place, and I choose to believe I would've won if not for sudden head trauma.

#Winged lion #HELLOOO????????

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🦁

#Winged lion

[lunarianvampire]

dungeon lord

#Winged lion

[lunarianvampire]

Might fuck around and f/o the winged lion.....

#Vespa.txt #It's SO hotttttt

[lunarianvampire]

Vampire Boyfriend Who Only Wants to Drink From You

Pairing: Male!Vampire Boyfriend x Human Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, drinking blood, period mention, temperature difference

A/N: From orcs to vampires. And I got more monster asks in my inbox.

There's always a long conversation when ever you need to travel and your vampire!boyfriend can't go with you. He would never stop you from traveling but he always points out that he'll get so skinny without you. Offering to freeze your blood in blood bags and put it in the fridge for him isn't good enough. It never tastes as good, more like frozen dinner. He needs to drink straight from the source.

Vampire!boyfriend is aware he comes across as childish and whiney. It doesn't suit someone who lived hundreds of years. But what else is he supposed to do? You're his girlfriend, his equal, you should know the things that bother him. Even if they seem like silly, stupid issues.

Your vampire!boyfriend is like a little puppy when you come back to him. Another thing he shouldn't behave like, he ain't no werewolf. He follows you like a shadow, hand in hand, kissing your neck, silently asking for a sip. It feels like it's been ages since he fed, his stomach is so loud. Of course he used to go for much longer than this without feeding but having such a cute girlfriend at his disposal made him crave blood like never before.

As soon as you offer your neck to your vampire!boyfriend you see the hunger in him take over. There's no pain for you when he bites, not anymore, not since he made it clear that you are the only person he will drink from. He's tried several other types of blood but it's all tasted very bland and hasn't been able to quench is thirst.

It was a problem when it first started happening since your vampire!boyfriend didn't want to drain you to the point of making you pass out or making you sick. Your periods come in real handy at times because of this. Unlike other types of blood that he used to take yours actually makes a difference in his body temperature, bringing it closer to your own. It's a neat side-effect that not even he knew about before it happened.

#Fiero

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Sexy vampire, I've fallen in love with you! So come on bite me baby and drink all my blood🫶

#Fiero #Hehe

[lunarianvampire]

The self hating vampire trope is so fucking old and annoying. We need more vampires that embrace what they are. Especially as love interests. They're more appealing that way.

If there's not a chance of their fangs going in my neck, I don't fucking want them.

Also, the refusal to turn their lover is also very old and annoying.

#Fiero

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𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅/𝐎 — 🦇🍷

summary:

whether you imagine yourself in the clutches of a mysterious vampire whom you not know, or you are picturing the hungry embrace of the your fanged love one, you will find yourself laid in bed when your heart begins to race. something thirsted for you.

extra : blood, dark themes. sfw, but sensual.

word count: 950~

authors note: i haven’t done one of these before so my apologies if it’s clunky at all. either way, enjoy, and do let me know what you think!

The weight of daylight had finally began to sink into an evening glow. You’d been sitting outside after a long day, stirring a drink leisurely and admiring the rich oranges fading into the horizon. Your emotions were in a bit of an unsteady state and the tire of life sitting on your shoulders. It was a relief that tomorrow, there wasn’t too much to do. Perhaps a chore here and there but nothing that would be particularly exhausting.

As the sun finally finished its fall, you remembered the full moon was tonight. Hopefully, before you went to bed, you’d remember to spy its glory. Or maybe you’d wake up in the middle of the night and see it. Sleep hadn’t come so easily as of late. Something about the moon had always called to your heart. Such beauty had always drawn you toward a nocturnal lifestyle, but it had never seemed sustainable.

Eventually, you walked back inside and undressed, then switched to your night attire. You caught yourself waving a hand toward your face. A mist of sweat wept from your skin. Regardless of the season, this bedroom had always held onto heat. A sigh of irritation escaped you while you pulled the collar of your shirt, and then in a final gulp of heated thirst you decided to open the window.

A rush of cool air blew over your flesh, comfortable shivering dancing along your spine. It was soothing, and refreshing. Curtains fluttered toward you, making a subtle flapping noise. However, the screen needed to replaced. You’d taken it out a while ago, and the natural thought of self preservation crossed your mind. Nonetheless, it had already been decided to brave the dangers of leaving the window open in trade for a peaceful, much needed sleep.

After getting a drink, you finally fell into bed and pulled a light cover over yourself. Still you shifted for a while, tangling amidst the sheets. The ticking of the clock was agitating, but not enough to stand up to actually turn it off. The flapping of the curtains came harder, almost like they were wings. About a half hour passed, though, and with some deep breathing you managed to calm down.

Caught in between the uncomfortable state of dream and sleep, it crossed your mind that the wind had picked up. Perhaps it was to rain, although you’d not seen many clouds from the window earlier. But quick changes of weather weren’t the most unusual thing. The branches outside clattered a bit, thunder rumbled in the distance. Without even realizing the severity of it, your heart was pumping hard. Harder than it should be.

Now, you were really caught in confusion. Was it sleep paralysis? Hallucinations? Your half asleep mind did not allow you to move nor squirm, as if something had taken hold of you and forced you into the state of incoherent sleep. Finally, you understood that it was not just branches clattering, but the sound of scratching at the window as something climbed up into your room after it had landed on the ledge. Your heart ran so hard you could practically taste the iron in your mouth, unable to move or scream. It truly had happened, someone was here to take your life!

A soft tickling sensation met your bare neck. It was hair, rubbing against the tenderness of your living throat. There was no breath, nothing that you truly recognized as human. A long, drawn out moment enraptured you with true and horrifying fear. The pulse in your throat was a drum to your ears, which washed out the thunder. Thump. Thump. Thump.

That “something” grabbed you, roughly held your shoulder and pulled you into position. As lightning cracked, and rain began to hit the ground, a sharpness thrust down against your neck. You groaned from the pain, a smaller whimper vibrating deep from your chest. It knew you were partially awake, and lulled you into this even more vulnerable state in order to keep you docile.

After the initial pierce, the blood from your veins left sweet and slow. It was like it was torturing you, knowing that something inside you sang pleasure. One you were not intended, nor supposed to feel. Yet the touch of the hand on your shoulder, the depth of teeth against your neck and lightheadedness had brought fluster. A guilty smile perked from the corners of your lips. It did not mean fear was gone.

This was when the creature allowed you more movement. Your eyes opened slightly, and before you was a gorgeous and faded face. Blood dripped from those handsome lips, your own delicious essence on the mouth of a man you found to be enthralling. He’d found you to be a treat— a special gem to quench the thirst parching his throat. What a bountiful wine press to the monster. Perhaps this is why you’d been feeling so tired, where the mysterious wounds had come from.

You tilted your head willfully. So you’d have what you want. It was his want to drink of you, and yours to taste yourself upon your own tongue. You took your hand and drug it across the stunned face of the monster, who was used to disgust and fear. Both reactions were arousing. With this hungry hand you took him by the chin and kissed him with fervid intensity, not allowing his lips to leave yours before you were satisfied. A confusing mixture of warm iron and startling coldness greeted your mouth, his lips moving with yours aggressively.

When you pulled back, his eyes narrowed from a pleasured delight, a smile of reddened lips crinkling the corners. You willed his hands to dance across your body and so they did, where he pulled you into a dark embrace and lifted you a slight. The storm had calmed with the beast’s hunger. From this position which he continued to take your blood, and you saw the moon’s voluptuous shape enchanting the skies and stars, and gazed as the stormy clouds slowly ate it up.

#Fiero

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#Vergil #🥰😘😘😘😘😘🥰