#vampire batch

[disastertriowriting]

@clonefandomevents

Here's our fill for the square "Amnesia". :)

Since getting Crosshair back on Bracca, the Bad Batch have been laying low on Ord Mantell until they’re unexpectedly attacked by a familiar face from the past, someone long thought dead. But he’s not himself, and the only way to get back the brother Echo knew may be to turn him, too, so he’s a vampire like they are. It’s time for the coven to come back together.

[fanfictasia]

Blood-Power Chapter 5: Chapter5-Youre All I Never Knew I Needed, a star wars: the bad batch fanfic | FanFiction

Blood-Power - Chapter 5 - You're All I Never Knew I Needed - Wattpad

[choccy-milky]

Um... here is a widdle Clora for you♡♡♡

You're such an inspiration to people have a nice eternity☆!

AWW I LOVE HER THIS IS SUCH A CUTE PICREW🥹!!!!! the daisies you put in her hair and the little snake plushie...😭😭 WHO NEEDS SEBASTIAN??? snake plushie is all clora needs🥰

TY AGAIN and you have a nice eternity as well!!!🥹💖💖💖

[cloned-eyes]

Batcher No. 2

Vampire!Tech

Larping as the villiages assigned smart man while day time while being a smart bat man at night. Is a humans are friends not food Vampire, unlike someone else... but also willing to bend the rules a bit for a certain someone ;)

@pinahallowsevecloneparty

(also my commissions are open again for anyone whos interested^^)

[spell-fox]

as storyteller the best thing about adding human npcs into a VtM ecosystem is the mystery of what they end up as

[letshareapapou]

Trick or treat? 👻

A Treat!!

I was late to the party with Vox Machina but Percy is my favorite. It's those smart guys with glasses and an accent.

[verycorrect-tbbquotes]

Tech: Am I right, Wrecker?

Wrecker: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

[ann-i-inthestars]

I have realized I have yet to post my vampire Bad Batch. Here is Tech, complete with fancy glasses and perfect widows peak vampire hair.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Masterlist for Kinktober 2023. These fics are very NSFW, so minors be gone. Each fic will have appropriate warnings so please heed them and use your own discretion.

Also I will be tagging those of you on my Everything/Dark Side taglist in Kinktober, but if you would like to be tagged and you are not on those lists, please let me know, or if you would like to not be tagged please also let me know.

MAIN MASTERLIST

Leather - Sub!Tech x Dom!reader

Titfucking - Gregor x reader

Bukkake - Torrent Company x reader reverse harem

Teratophilia - Krrsantan x reader

Omorashi - Rex x reader

Menophilia - Crosshair x reader Vampire AU

Stuck In A Wall - Tech x reader

Breeding - Wolffe x reader Werewolf AU

Lactation - Hunter x reader

Sensory Deprivation - Hunter x reader

Somnophilia - Maul x reader

Size Difference - Savage x reader

Orgasm Denial - Tech x reader

DP in One Hole - Boba x reader x Din

Fivesome - Bad Batch x reader

Spanking - Wolffe x reader

Voyeurism - Rex x reader

Watersports - Hardcase x reader

Tentacles - Fives x reader sea monster AU

Intercrural Sex - Tup x reader

Deepthroating & Facesitting - Jesse x reader vampire AU

Oviposition - Boba Fett x reader

Edgeplay - Cody x reader

Overstimulation - Crosshair x reader

DP in Two Holes - Crosshair x reader x Wrecker

Cockbulge - Wrecker x reader

Virginity - Asajj Ventress x reader x Quinlan Vos

Free Use - Torrent Company x reader

Breathplay - Hunter x reader Incubus AU

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One last little restock coming up ahead of March Preorders:

These will go live tomorrow, 3/6, at 6pm ET! See you then!! 🖤 witchvamp.com 🖤

[disastertriowriting]

@clonefandomevents

This is our fill for the square "Found family". :D

Since getting Crosshair back on Bracca, the Bad Batch have been laying low on Ord Mantell until they’re unexpectedly attacked by a familiar face from the past, someone long thought dead. But he’s not himself, and the only way to get back the brother Echo knew may be to turn him, too, so he’s a vampire like they are. It’s time for the coven to come back together.

[somestorythoughts]

Dehydration

Back with some vampire clones!

Echo's throat feels like the air on a desert planet. The nutrients the Techno Union were giving him must have been high in iron or something, because he's well aware that blood brothers don't survive this long with only rations, but he's still so thirsty.

"Rex. Thirsty."

His Captain glances around the room automatically before he turns back to Echo. The General navigating with Tech, it's only vod here. "Blood or water?" He murmurs, the arm around Echo's shoulder's squeezing gently.

"Blood. Please?"

The sergeant - crap what was his name? - glanced up. "You're, what did that medic call them? A redder brother?"

"Blood or redder brother." Rex confirmed. "If you're unfamiliar I guess you don't have any bitten with you?" Bitten, their terms for brothers who are willing to be go-to's for all the blood brothers. Fives had been one.

"I'm not sure what that means?"

Rex grimaced. "How close are we to the Resolute?"

"Tech!" The Sargent calls. "What's our ETA?"

"Twenty-five minutes!" Is the shouted response. The other two troopers are watching, clearly curious.

"And time to get to the medbay." Rex adds. "Thirty minutes Echo. Can you hold on for thirty minutes?" Echo nods, too tired to say more.

Thirty minutes later a surprised Tech watches the ARC trooper they rescued sink alarmingly sharp teeth into the wrist of the ARC who'd accompanied them earlier. "Huh."

"Don't work with the blood brothers a lot do ya?" The ARC asks from where he's carefully holding Echo, apparently very relaxed with the biting. "Echo. You've got to breathe."

There's a snarl and the ARC winces. "Okay maybe you don't."

"Might need another volunteer Jesse." The medic - Kix - muttered. "Echo I'm going to scan you. Stay calm." He waits till he gets an acknowledgement, then starts.

"I have questions." Tech decides.

"Run me through what you know of these prosthetics and we can talk once I know he's stable."

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Crosshair

Summary: The bottle chooses your partner, and it lands on Crosshair.

Chapter Warnings: minors DNI; vampire!Crosshair x f!reader. kinks: mind control + marking/biting. spitting, feeding, blood, consent is gained though it's a little fuzzy, praise, oral (m receiving), PiV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); if I missed anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 2.6k

Read the intro here! | Suggested listening

...Crosshair.

A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the table (quite literally, in Hunter’s case). Your gaze snaps to Crosshair. His eyes, shining blood red in the strobing lights of the party, meet yours without hesitation. A slow, smug smirk tugs his lips over his teeth. Pointed canines gleam. Core clenching in a mix of anxiety and excitement, you swallow involuntarily. For a moment, you forget where you are, entranced by the ruby color of his eyes, vision tunneling so that all you can see is him. 

The moment passes. Tech appraises both you and Crosshair. “Please do take note of any physiological differences or changes during this proce—hmph—” 

Crosshair shoves his slim hand in his brother’s face, effectively shutting him up and providing leverage to climb out of the confines of the table. You rise on shaky legs. Crosshair moves to your side; he’s not as broad as his batchmates, but you still feel dwarfed by his presence, the pallid tint his skin has taken on, the sunken circles around his eyes, the faint scars on his neck that remind you what he’s transformed into. Even his clothing, a plain, high-collared black cape and simple button-down, sets your blood into a frenzy. When his hand comes to rest on the small of your back, you shudder. 

Peering at you with hooded eyes, Crosshair quirks one eyebrow. “Well, doll?”

“Let’s find somewhere more...private,” you say. Your heart is in your throat, choking your words, but you’re not scared so much as you are exhilarated. 

Crosshair’s grip curves around your waist and tugs you firmly against his side. The appreciative look he gives you reassures you; from the few times you’ve interacted, there’s always been an unspoken magnetism that draws you to him. His silent, stoic facade and piercing gaze haunt your dreams on occasion. 

The crowd of troopers and nat-born partiers alike parts before the two of you as Crosshair guides you, towards a doorway at the back you hadn’t noticed before. In your periphery, you catch the looks some of the troopers share, the dubious expressions on their faces, but the pulse and thrum of the music drowns out any comments they mutter. All that matters is the way that Cross’s fingers dig into your side, the angry glare he levels at anyone who gets too close to you.

It makes you feel wanted. Desired. You walk with your back a little straighter. 

At the back of the large building, the single doorway leads to a hallway that itself branches into tributary halls and connected rooms. Straight ahead, a set of stairs leads up to another level.

“You got a safe word?” Cross asks, voice silky and low, as the door shuts behind the two of you.

Nodding, you meet his gaze again with a daring smile, lifting your chin to expose your neck more than you normally would. His eyes flicker down from yours to trace the column of your throat, before returning to your face. In the low light, his red eyes gleam. Your breath grows shallower.

“Meiloorun,” you finally say. 

“Good,” he hums. Tugging you forward once more, he leads you down a series of twisting hallways that leave you disoriented and confused. The longer you walk, the more you yearn for him to slide his hand down to your ass, or to push you against the wall and take you there, or even to just sink his fangs into you and—

“You have loud thoughts, dollface. Patience.” 

Startled, you peer up at him with wide eyes. “Can you read my mind?”

Drawing you to a halt, he glances into the nearest chamber and seems to come to a decision. Pushing you gently, he guides you into the room. A light, dim and soft yellow, blooms to life from a lamp in the corner, revealing—a bed? In the center of the room, a massive bed with plush pillows awaits, and hanging along one wall are a myriad of tools, toys, and implements. Your body flushes with heat at the sight.

Crosshair slips his arm from around you. “I can hear vague impressions of what you’re thinking,” he finally answers.

“Oh.” You hesitate in the midst of the room as he shuts the door behind you. “So, uh, are you good with this?” 

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“Right,” you say, “yeah. Just asking.”

He hums, wrapping his arms around you from behind, caging you in place, as he dips his head to breathe in your scent. Nose skimming over your skin, he inhales deeply. The groan he lets out rumbles against your back. Goosebumps skitter down your skin.

“You think too much,” he grumbles, then presses a chaste, close-mouthed kiss to the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. “Let me help with that.” 

“H-How?” you breathe out, nerves coming alive in reaction to him. Kriff, he’s barely touched you, and you’re already so sensitive, so open, so curious.

His hands guide you to turn around in his embrace. Snaking your arms up around his shoulders, you fiddle with the short, silvery locks at the nape of his neck. Slowly, you raise your gaze from his chest, where silver hair peeks through the unbuttoned top of his shirt, to the strong column of his throat, to his pouting mouth, to his crimson eyes. Again, peering into him, you lose awareness, just for a moment, of the room around you.

He runs his tongue over his fangs and grins, predatory and feral. “Just let go, doll. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You glance at his mouth, biting at your own lips, heart stuttering. “Kiss me first.” 

Grip tightening around your body, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. You moan, unashamed and loud, against him. His mouth is rough, demanding; his sharp teeth catch at your bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to remind you of why you’re here. Heat pulses through you. 

When he pulls back, his eyes darken, lips parted and swollen. Your chest heaves. Fingers tightening in his hair, you chase his mouth, but he just chuckles and steps out of your embrace.

“Undress,” he says, peering into your eyes. “Then wait by the bed.” 

A warm tingling sensation spills down your spine as his eyes seem to glow crimson. The weight of your thoughts seems to lift, ever so slightly. With a shiver, all you can do is nod, filled with the urge to comply. 

Stepping out of your shoes, you tug off your clothing as quickly as you can, discarding the offending garments haphazardly, uncaring where they go. In the chilled air of the room, your nipples pebble. The thought occurs to you to touch them, let Crosshair see you play with yourself—a thought that is immediately dashed. That hadn’t been part of the orders.

You wrench your attention back to the current moment as you position yourself by the side of the bed as told. Against the far wall, Crosshair leans, fingers absentmindedly caressing the worn grip of a flogger, an amused smile playing across his face as he watches you.

“Good,” he says, and a flush of pride skitters through you. “Kneel.”

Even across the room, the weight of his chromatic gaze presses on you, and you again succumb to the warm, floating feeling as you drop to your knees. You rest your palms on your thighs. Crosshair approaches, toys left behind on the wall, and you crane your head back to maintain eye contact. One hand, long and cool and tender, caresses your face, thumb swiping over your bottom lip. 

You lick his thumb, enticing him to touch you more, feel you deeper. 

“Behave.” 

The command washes over you and settles into your bones. The longer you stare into his eyes, the lighter you become, until all you’re aware of is the cold press of duracrete against your knees, the feel of his skin against yours, and those red, red eyes.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Open your mouth.” 

You anticipate the words before they leave his lips and your jaw is open halfway through his statement, tongue sticking over your bottom teeth. It’s like you can feel what he desires of you before he expresses it aloud; the pleased expression that curls over his face makes you happy. You’re doing so well for him.

Crosshair leans over you, still fully clothed, and while normally you’d be concerned with freeing his cock from his pants, right now all you’re worried about is making sure you follow orders. Keeping your mouth open, your eyes never leave his. 

He spits in your waiting mouth. “Swallow that.”

You do as told, thighs clenching together as you become aware of another thing: the slick coating of arousal dripping down your legs. 

“Crosshair,” you whine, breathless. 

“Patience,” he chides again. His hands move to undo his pants; you blink and his cock is fully free, swollen and flushed and drooping in front of your face. “Remember your safe word, pretty thing?” 

It takes you a moment, sifting through hazy thoughts and muddled memories, but it comes back to you. “Meiloorun.” 

“Good girl.”

This time, he doesn’t even have to voice what he wants from you. Once you drop your mouth open again, he slips the flushed tip of his cock past your lips. You hollow your cheeks, sucking on his leaking head, humming in contentment at his taste. Cross watches you with hooded lids, a flush blotching his neck and face. Stars, he looks good like this. You bob your head, fighting off your gag when he touches the back of your throat. 

“Kriff,” he grits out. 

You repeat the motion. The only sound you’re aware of is the wet suck of your lips wrapped tight around his length, and it only makes the wetness between your thighs grow worse. Whining, you sense the order Crosshair wants to give: stay still and let me fuck your face. 

So you do. Cross’s hands come to rest on your jaw, cradling your head gently, and you breathe deep and even through your nose as he pushes his hips forward. Gagging, your vision blurs with tears as he holds you on his cock—and when he releases, you sputter, coughing. 

“Filthy little thing,” he says, but the undertone of his voice is laced with praise. You flutter your eyelashes up at him, thick with tears. 

For a moment, the two of you remain like that, a string of spit connecting you to his dick. His chest heaves, straining against the buttons of his shirt. Your eyes flicker away from his ruby gaze long enough to soak in the sight of his bulging muscles; his fingers on your jaw angle your face back up. 

“On the bed,” he murmurs.

You rise to your feet and perch your ass on the side of the bed, your slick and aching cunt at the perfect level for him to sink into without any angling. Eyes on his, you sense what he wants—what he needs. You trail two fingers through your sopping folds to gather some of your juices. Spreading your arousal over his hard length, you whimper at the velvety feel of him in your hand.

“Such a good pet,” he croons.

He grips at your hips, yanking you forward so you’re supporting yourself by your elbows, entire body hanging off the bed. His jaw tightens as he rubs his cockhead through your folds, rutting into you, the tip catching at your entrance. You both moan. 

And then he’s pushing into you, or maybe he’s pulling you onto him, but either way all you can feel is his thick length spearing you, deeper than you’ve ever had another partner before. His balls rest heavy against your ass as he holds you still, his fingers likely leaving bruises where he holds your hips. Your cunt flutters around him. 

Another of his thoughts begins to form, and you sense it over your connection to him. Immediately you convulse, desire and pleasure rocketing through you. 

“Yes, please, Crosshair, mark me,” you beg. “Show everyone who I belong to. Fucking bite me.”

Face contorting into a snarl, he snaps his hips against yours. His cock sliding nearly all the way out of you before he impales you once again, you let your head fall back, moans clawing out of your throat with every thrust. Stars, he’s so deep, reaching parts of you that you only ever dreamed of, and it makes your entire body light up with pleasure.

He continues to fuck you as his arms slip around your body, pulling you flush to him, supporting your entire body weight.

And then his mouth is on your skin. He sucks a trail of hickeys across your chest, lavishes your nipples with licks and love bites, skims his fangs over your hot, sensitive buds. You pant. Snagging his hair in one hand, you gently guide his head up to your neck, your actions an extension of the burning desire coursing through you both. 

“Please,” you whimper, “please please please feed on me.”

“Kriff, girl,” he groans into you. 

There’s a split second of overwhelming pain when his fangs sink into you—but it is immediately dispersed by a rush of pleasure so blinding that you think you cum. You can’t tell. Your mind is too far gone to fully process anything but the fact that his cock is driving into that one devastating spot inside you and that his lips are latched around the double-puncture wound in your neck as he suckles from your life-force. His thumb finds your clit and rubs it in precise, tight circles. Sobbing from pleasure and overstimulation, you cum again around him, body locked up as he fucks you through it.

“That’s it, just like that,” he praises, sounding absolutely wrecked, tongue smoothing over the bite mark on your neck. “K-Kark, gonna—”

“Please!” It’s the only word you’re capable of. “Please, please.”

He lifts his head, eyes finding yours once more, as he thrusts once, twice, thrice more before stilling, cock buried as deep in your cunt as he can get. As his length throbs in your soaked pussy, you can’t help the ragged whimper that tears from your chest at the sensation, nearly tipping you over the edge yet again.

Slowly you become aware of your surroundings again. Against your back is a plush, soft surface: the bed. Crosshair’s voice, still silky and raspy, but lacking the previous hard edge, caresses your ears. “Did so good, doll. Come back down to me.”

Blinking, you loll your head to the side. Lying next to you, Crosshair gives you the barest hint of a smile, expression softer than you’ve ever seen him. His eyes have returned to their usual amber smolder, his skin devoid of the pallid, waxy hue. His fingers brush your cheek. 

“I hurt you.” 

He doesn’t phrase it as a question. You reach with weak fingers to poke the sore wound at the base of your neck, wincing slightly but chuckling nonetheless. “I wanted it. It felt amazing.”

Settling his hand in the center of your chest, the two of you bask in the pleasant silence, studying one another. Faintly, music reaches your ears—the party is still going, and you can return when you’re ready. Crosshair slowly recomposes his expression into the neutral scowl you’re so familiar with.

“What happened, fully?” you finally ask. 

“Mind control,” he says. “Sent you into a trance. Tried to, at least. Got carried away.” 

His eyes drop to your bare body and you follow his gaze. A gasp escapes you. Oh, that’s so many more hickeys and marks than you expected. You’d been lost in the heady pleasure, the cloudlike feeling of drifting and only being tethered to the real world by his cock.

The thought makes you giggle; once you start laughing, you find it hard to stop. After a moment, Crosshair joins, his low rumbling laugh echoing with yours. You’ll get back to the party eventually. For now, you just enjoy the comfy bed and good company.

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Requests: Open

Masterlist

This is the first time I open my requests so please be patient <3

Right now I'm having a break from my studies and wanted to use this time to write, but recently I haven't been very creative, so I thought it'd a good idea for people to request things for me to write. This probably won't last too long, but I'll try my best to write as much as I can to whoever requests.

Requesting rules:

I will write x reader only, no character x character;

I will write for female, male and gender-neutral readers, specify which one you want, tough have in mind I'm more familiar with female and gender-neutral than male;

I usually don't write for the reader's body description to keep my work inclusive for all, but depending on what it is (e.g. hair color, height etc.) I will, specify if you want any body description;

I will write: fluff, comfort, romantic, platonic etc., angst and violence at a certain point but nothing too extreme;

I will write poly x reader depending on who the characters are, but never incest, clonecest etc.;

I will write one-shots and headcanons but not multiple parts fics;

I won't write smut but suggested intimacy is ok;

I won't write yandere!characters;

I won't write alternative universes;

I won't write for: any type of prejudice, p3d0 etc.;

I might write for medical and psychological conditions like depression, insecurity and related things, but please be very descriptive in your request and if possible include a small research (what it is, how to deal with it, what not to do etc.), I don’t want to offend anyone who deals with these things.

If you have any doubts, feel free to ask me, for now these are the rules, I might add or change them depending how the requests escalate.

Characters and Fandoms I will write for:

Bad Batch:

Hunter

Echo

Tech

Crosshair

Wrecker

Kengan Ashura:

Ohma Tokita

Minoru Takayama

Omori Masamichi

Sen Hatsumi

Agito Kanoh

Gensai Kuroki

Jun Sekibayashi

Lihito

Takeshi Wakatsuki

Gaolang Wongsawat

Niko Tokita

Hollis Kure

Attack On Titan:

Erwin Smith

Mike Zacharias

Hange Zöe

Levi Ackerman

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher

Hellboy:

Hellboy

Other:

Orcs

Minotaurs

Vampires

Werewolves

There are other characters that are not listed here, I might add them later. If you're unsure whether I write for a character or not feel free to ask.

[coralsnake]

Happy Halloween 🎃🎃🎃

[letshareapapou]

Werewolf Tech x Vampire Hunter 🤫😇

This got extra floofy