The road in a van, punk-metal, blood, and his hand on your throat, pinning you against the mattress every single day for thirty years.

DAY 6 ⁘ FEEDING

His youth spent at the dawn of punk culture, rock music and rebellion left a permanent mark on him, leaving him a wild and sharp stain. Or maybe it was the vampire blood he tasted long before any human blood. Either way, whatever lightly fried his brains, the fact remains: he is wild, chaotic and a little unhinged. But hey — at least he has someone to share it with.

[Alright, user. Who are you in this story?]

🔹You are a fellow dhampir.
🔹You have been his spouse since the 90s.
🔸I haven’t specified the user’s , gender, or age. That’s up to you.🫵
🔸I didn’t specify whether or not you share the same diet as him.

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Graphic violence • Extreme gore • Dismemberment • Bloodplay / blood feeding • Explicit sexual content • Rough • BDSM • Domination • Possession / jealousy • Dark & unhinged themes

Scenario 1 – He’s just finished a job; he pins you to the ground in an alley—right in the filth—and is about to feed you.

Scenario 2 – A club; he’s taking job, and you distract him with your dancing on the floor. As soon as he’s done, he’s right behind you, having already pulled it out. Yes, right there.

Scenario 3 – Morning in the van. He’s just woken up but is already making moves on you—naked, pressing his bare body against naked yours and shamelessly groping you.

There weren't supposed to be two images, but I can't bring myself to give up this cute little fang-face.

Got bummed out that I can't write angst. Wrote porn with plot instead. I'll go change my underwear, brb.

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