#apex triggers

[naffeclipse]

What would Y/N do is Orca!Eclipse was having a panic attack?

He would try to hide from your sights and deal with it on his own, panicking and struggling with the squeezing pressure in his chest that makes him wonder if his heart will simply stop and he will float belly up, dead. He can't be seen as weak. That's not attractive. That's not going to make you stay. But you would find him anyway.

You're bewildered and alarmed watching the orca siren flounder as if he were under attack, but he couldn't be. He's the apex predator of the Arctic. You finally beckon and perhaps even touch him when he thrashes beside the ice. Your gloves slide down his slick skin but you take him by the face and hold him still, speaking softly to him. You don't know what's wrong. You only know his eyes are wide and wild, darting everywhere but you.

Softly, calmly, you tell him everything is alright. He's safe. He's going to be okay. You're here. You don't want him to be scared or hurt or alone. His breaths are off-tempo and hitched like he's drowning above the sea. Your thumbs softly stroke his cheek while he slowly clings to you, his claws pressing so tight to your coat that you're afraid he's going to puncture the fabric. Instead, he slowly drags himself onto land and pulls you against his wet chest. This time, you don't fear it so much.

He curls tightly around you, clinging to you like a child. Even stranger, he's silent. He's so terribly quiet and you fear that he's gone into shock or something of that nature. You keep talking to him, telling him things about photography and other places you visit, anything to keep him grounded with your voice. You don't think you make any sense or you sound boring, but when you pause for a few seconds too long, his arms begin squeezing you. You continue, and he gradually uncoils from whatever is gripping him.

You ask if he wants to talk about it. He says no. He just wants to hold you. He begs you to stay, to not leave him. He doesn't want to be alone again.

So you stay with him in his arms until he's almost back to old himself.

[daisywalletchains]

Music Tag Game

I was tagged by @commander-krios!

RULES: write one song for every letter in url and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

Here goes:

D : doomy || Saint Slumber

A : Appetite || Casey and Ali Edwards

I : If You Care || Evan Barlow

S : Sugar || Sleep Token

Y : You Love Me 'Cause I Hate You || Lacuna Coil

W : white dove || Koda

A : Abandon Us || Bury Tomorrow

L : (L)MIRL || Deftones

L : Licking Creme || Sevendust

E : Everybody's Dead Inside || Alissic

T : Touch || July Talk

C : Counting Paths || Matthew And The Atlas

H : Heat Stroke || Black Math

A : Apex Predator || Otep

I : It's Called: Freefall || Paris Paloma

N : Need You Tonight || Welshly Arms

S : She || dodie

I'll tag @korblez and @jtownnn

[revenant-dumpster-fire]

Corpse of My Brother

Summary:

"I have been watching my brother, even though he does not like that name. He's been more upset than usual. I just wanted to help, but he never let me. He just threatens to hurt me like always, but lately he can't even get through his usual speeches without choking and glitching. It looks like it hurts!

"I am worried about him. I finally had a good excuse to look for him! Mirage and I are making a cookbook, so I was going to ask him if he knew any good recipes to include. I planned to ask him why he's been acting so damaged lately, and see if I might be able to help. But when I went looking in all the usual places he hides… He wasn't there. He wasn't anywhere. I couldn't find him.

"I heard his voice, but when I turned the corner to wave to him, I saw someone I don't know."

…

This is a character piece formed via my own pain. I turned it into an interaction that I could imagine happening.

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"Oh! Hello new friend! You sound like—”

“Shut it.” His voice sounds just like him.

The blue MRVN approaches the new face gingerly, bouncing with each step. Maybe Revenant has a secret brother, which means—

Pathfinder is giddy, what if he had two brothers just like Revenant? Sure, he's a little mean, but that's just how big brothers are!

“What’s your name?!” Pathfinder’s vocalizations pitch with excitement, facing the back of the new, massive figure before him. If he's in the Apex facility, he must be new! Maybe he needs a friend to show him around?

The figure’s head kicks up visibly from the back, as if in surprise. The black hood turns to glance at the MRVN behind him.

This machine has a smooth, white face with few notches. He looks brand new with no scuffs or faded materials, sporting a massive red smile and jaw. The solid yellow eyes shift just a little to lock onto Pathfinder's red bulb, revealing a honeycomb pattern to the filter. He has a nasal cavity just like Revenant, and red lines traveling up from his eyes instead of down. He even has a beautiful notch of red on his forehead, barely showing from under the cloth hood.

“Wow!” Pathfinder quietly expresses aloud, slightly moving in his direction as if yearning for a closer look.

The figure growls, turning away rapidly at the expression, leaving nothing but an oppressive array of long antenna and stabilizers jutting out from his shoulders towards Pathfinder.

“It's me.” He says in Revenant's voice.

“That's a strange name, but nice to meet—”

“No, it's me. Revenant. Can't you hear me, you useless amalgamation of scraps?!” He spins back around, angry.

Just like Revenant would.

But that's not him.

A moment of confusion washes over Pathfinder.

“Oh, is this one of your new, fancy shells? I haven't seen this one before!” Pathfinder bounces back. Revenant almost never uses the fancy ones, this one is so different he almost didn't recognize him!

“No. It's not.” The smile hangs downward.

“What—do you mean…?” Pathfinder’s vocals trail off a little quieter. The hallways have long since gone quiet as the evening becomes old. Even though there's no one around, something feels sour in the air.

Something isn't right.

“I'm stuck.” The smile makes a cracking sound, like porcelain under stress. “I can't get out of this… thing.”

Pathfinder reels back just a little. This body is big. Could his normal body really fit inside?

Something makes a cracking sound ever so slightly behind the smile.

“Could I help?” Pathfinder cautiously asks, knowing full well the explosive anger will probably immediately follow.

But…

It doesn't. There's no outburst. No abuse. No rage. No nothing.

The whole unfamiliar chassis tenses up, just like humans when they're in pain, but then it all loosens. Every joint becomes lax, but they don't fight gravity. They hang, like the effort to fight their own weight is too much.

Finally, a resigned sigh can be heard.

“No, you can't.” He says.

This isn't Revenant.

Revenant doesn't look like this. Revenant doesn't smile. Revenant doesn't pass up an opportunity to be mean or yell at him like this.

His hands look the same. His colors are close. His build is so similar. He still has the same voice.

Then why does it feel so wrong?

“When are you going back?” Pathfinder’s voice quakes just a little in its quiet concern.

The body tenses again.

“I'm never going back.” He splays open his palm, looking into the familiar red leather.

Pathfinder feels something deep within himself shift. This is wrong. That can't be right. He'll never go back? He can just swap chassis, can't he?

“But—!”

“Pathfinder, shut up. I have enough problems to deal with that aren't…” his hands make a juggling motion, as if trying to conjure up the right word. “You. I don't have the bandwidth to deal with you.”

Pathfinder feels his insides twist. That's not how Revenant would act. Revenant always had time for him. Revenant was always happy to be mean. He wouldn't say that. He wouldn't be calm about it either. Why does he sound like that? Why isn't he mean?

Where is the soul?

Didn't he say he was human?

“Why are you talking to me like that?!” Pathfinder's vocalizer shifts octaves on accident. It sounds like when humans cry.

“I mean I don't have time for you. If it isn't obvious, I have bigger problems than your misguided naïvety at the moment.” Revenant growls, keeping control better than he ever had before, despite himself. “Go bother someone else. Anyone else.”

Pathfinder feels his processors hurt. That's not a happy emotion. That's the opposite. This isn't even sad, this is worse than sad.

“Why won't you yell at me?!” Pathfinder’s emotive screen turns black, unable to keep up. “Who are you?! You're not Revenant! My brother would—”

“I was never your brother, Pathfinder.” It speaks with his voice, but it's using it all wrong.

“No! Go back into your other body! The pretty red one, with the pretty red makeup and the yellow eyes!” Pathfinder doesn't understand what he feels, but he needs to find Revenant fast. Pain is awful, and the sooner he sees Revenant again, the sooner it will go away.

“I can't.”

“Yes you can! You could before! Why can't you now?!” Pathfinder tries to stop his vocalizer from getting louder, but he can't help it. Is this what yelling feels like? He doesn't like it.

It locks eyes with Pathfinder, as if seeing something familiar, but Pathfinder takes a step back.

This is bad. This hurts. This is wrong. This isn't—

“It’s a corpse now. Stop crying about it.” Revenant's calm but cruel voice echoes loudly in the hallway.

Pathfinder pulls his hands to his head. Is this crying? Why does it hurt? Is it because he doesn't have tears to shed? Is this what it feels like, to cry with no tears? Why is it so painful? Why can't Revenant go back?

Why did he have to die like this?

He always came back before, why can't he go back again?

“Stop crying, it's not even your problem.” The figure snarls, shrugging with what little defiance remains in his defeated stance. Revenant turns away, walking away slowly.

“Stop!” Pathfinder instinctively reaches out towards the twisted shadow of Revenant. “Don't… Don't leave me!”

Revenant ignores the request, continuing to trudge away soulessly. What happened? When did this happen? Why was there no warning?

Revenant pauses, now having moved well out of reach, letting his head pivot for just a moment so his voice can reach Pathfinder one last time.

“Your brother's dead. Now leave me alone.”

It hits Pathfinder all at once. Something is wrong, forever. Nothing will ever truly be fixed. Maybe it will improve over time, but this won't ever heal. The pretty red scarf; the scary, scuffed up mask; the tearful makeup; the bright yellow eyes… It's all gone. Forever.

Everything is awful, everything is wrong, nothing can fix it, but nobody else seems to realize it.

Not even him.

Pathfinder feels his joints tense up.

Grief.

This is how Mirage talks about his mom when she doesn't remember him. This is how Valkyrie withers when she holds her father's helmet. This is how Bloodhound howls Boone’s name a little louder than all the others.

It's awful.

Is this what humans feel?

There is no body to bury, no memento to hold onto, no opportunity to say goodbye.

And yet the corpse just walks away.

[they-have-the-same-va]

Lifeline from Apex Legends shares a voice actress with Rachel Alucard from the BlazBlue series.

Voiced by Mela Lee

[blackwaxidol]

Tangible progress... whimpers...

[skmhlml]

Would you do Predator (Yautja) x F!reader Nfsw 🤔

🔞 Yautja (Predator) x F!Reader NSFW Headcanons 🔞

⚠️ warning: Alien x Human intimacy (monsterf*cking), Size difference kink, Breeding kink & cum play, Rough sex/primal dynamics, Obsessive behaviors, stalking (soft yandere elements)

▾DNI divider by @cafekitsune​

🦴 He watches. Long before he ever touches you, he hunts you with his eyes. The Yautja are voyeurs by instinct— you’re studied through cloaking tech, from treetops or rooftops, tracked as if you were dangerous prey. He memorizes your scent, movements, and even the sounds you make when you’re alone. It’s obsessive.

🦴 Touch is rare among his kind— but for you? He indulges. Thick, clawed hands dwarf your body. The first time he touches your bare skin, it’s like he’s reverent. He traces over your spine like it’s some sacred map, rumbling low in his chest as your skin shivers.

🦴 Yautja are massive— upwards of 7+ feet tall, heavily muscled, and intimidating in both presence and size. You feel like prey beneath him. in the best way.

🦴 Their cock is slightly alien, knot-like at the base with a ridged shaft meant to stimulate. It secretes a slick, cooling fluid with a faint metallic tang— helps stretch you and numb your pain. They’re not built to be gentle, but your Predator wants you to survive his love.

🦴 He purrs and clicks when aroused. His inner mandibles twitch, opening and fluttering as his chest rumbles— it’s like a sound bath, meant to soothe and dominate all at once. You feel it between your legs before you realize he’s even touched you.

🦴 He takes his time— at first. His culture views sex not just as pleasure but as conquest and bonding. Expect slow, grinding thrusts that eventually ramp into full, brutal fucking. The pace he sets feels overwhelming, like you’re being asserted.

🦴 You’re often pinned. Held down by one massive hand on your back or both of your wrists in one palm. His weight is terrifying but delicious— pressing you down into pelts or the jungle floor while he ravages you.

🦴 He growls into your neck, mandibles brushing against your skin, sometimes biting just hard enough to bruise. His orgasm is violent, body shuddering, teeth grit, and he doesn’t pull out. it’s not in his instinct to share his seed.

🦴 Breeding kink to the extreme. Even if you’re human and incompatible, he doesn’t care. He wants to fill you until you’re dripping with him, over and over, like some sacred fertility rite.

🦴 Scent play- he gets addicted to the smell of your arousal. Will stuff your underwear in his gear, wear your scent proudly like a badge of honor.

🦴 He loves resistance. Not because he wants to hurt you— but because that push-and-pull triggers his hunting instincts. If you bite, scratch, or try to escape mid-act, it drives him feral. He’ll growl, chase, pin, and fuck you harder to remind you who the apex is.

🦴 Your moans make him go quiet. The louder you are, the more stunned he gets. You are soft, human, fragile— and the sounds you make when he touches you? Sacred. He’s still learning how you work, what breaks you, what makes you beg.

🦴 Pheromones go wild during sex. You’ll feel it in the air: heavy, sweet, oppressive. It gets into your lungs, your skin, your brain— clouding your thoughts until all you can do is take what he gives you and whimper his name.

🦴 If it’s a mating ritual, expect multiple rounds. He’ll knot, stay buried inside you for hours, purring and grinding lazily while you twitch and squirm under him.

🦴 He hides you. Keeps you deep in his territory or spaceship where no one else can see you. You are his mate— not a showpiece.

🦴 takes you in dangerous places: his trophy room, the jungle, mid-hunt. The thrill of someone sensing it fuels him.

[kiyawritesforf1]

WEIRD VIBES ONLY

Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader

Words : 2.5k

The 4+1 times people overheard Lando and his Girlfriend’s weird conversations.

1. The Pit Crew Misadventure

Lando Norris was fresh off a practice lap, helmet still tucked under his arm, when Y/N bounded into the McLaren garage like a caffeinated squirrel. She’d swiped a wrench from a toolbox—because of course she had—and was twirling it like a baton. “So, if we’re doing it in the cockpit,” she said, voice low but not low enough, “I say we go full throttle. Maximum chaos, no holding back. I want sparks flying.”

Lando grinned, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Yeah, but I’d need to adjust the seat first. Can’t have you slipping around when I hit the apex. Precision’s key.”

Dave, a lanky mechanic with a permanent oil smudge on his cheek, was lugging a tire past them when his ears caught the exchange. Cockpit? Full throttle? Slipping around? Sparks? His brain short-circuited. He pictured Lando and Y/N sneaking into the car after hours, doing unspeakable things on the carbon-fiber seat, probably breaking half a dozen FIA regulations in the process. The tire slipped from his grip, bouncing once before rolling into a stack of toolboxes with a clang.

“You alright, mate?” Lando called, eyebrows raised.

Dave didn’t answer. He bolted for the break room, where he found his buddy Pete sipping a lukewarm coffee. “Mate,” Dave hissed, “Lando’s about to defile the car in ways I can’t unsee. Send help. Or a priest.”

Pete choked on his coffee. “What, like, in the car?”

“Full throttle,” Dave whispered, eyes wide. “Sparks and everything.”

Meanwhile, back in the garage, Y/N tossed the wrench onto a workbench. “So, confetti cannons in the sim rig—yes or no?”

“Yes,” Lando said, “but we’re blaming Oscar if it jams.” They high-fived, oblivious to the existential crisis they’d just triggered.

2. The Supermarket Scandal

It was a rare off-day, and Lando and Y/N were prowling the aisles of a Tesco near Silverstone. Y/N, in a hoodie that swallowed her frame, held up a box of Frosted Flakes like it was a sacred artifact. “Okay, but if we’re doing it with the tiger,” she said, “we’ve got to time it perfectly—right when the sugar hits. That’s the sweet spot.”

Lando, pushing a cart with one wobbly wheel, nodded with the seriousness of a race strategist. “Timing’s everything. Too soon, and it’s just messy. Too late, and we’re sticky for hours. I’m not dealing with that again.”

A middle-aged woman in a sensible cardigan—let’s call her Janet—was browsing the oatmeal section nearby. She froze, her hand hovering over a box of Quaker Oats, as her imagination ran wild. Doing it with the tiger? Sugar hits? Sticky for hours? She envisioned some depraved, cereal-mascot-fueled roleplay, complete with Lando in a Tony the Tiger costume and Y/N wielding a can of whipped cream. Her basket trembled in her grip as she backed away, abandoning her oats to escape the depravity.

Later that night, Janet regaled her book club with the tale. “I don’t know what’s wrong with kids these days,” she said, clutching her tea. “That racer boy and his girlfriend are freaky. I’ll never look at Frosted Flakes the same way.”

In reality, Y/N was already rigging their Roomba with a cereal bowl while Lando filmed, cackling as the vacuum skidded across their flat, flinging flakes everywhere. “This is gold,” he said, dodging a stray piece. “TikTok’s gonna lose it.”

“Next time,” Y/N replied, “we add milk.”

3. The Hotel Lobby Horror

The night before the Monaco Grand Prix, Lando and Y/N were sprawled across a plush couch in the hotel lobby, surrounded by marble floors and overpriced chandeliers. Y/N kicked her sneakers off and propped her feet on Lando’s lap. “If we’re using the feathers,” she said, “I want them everywhere—total coverage, no gaps. It’s gotta be epic.”

Lando smirked, poking her foot. “Fine, but I’m not cleaning up after. Last time, I was picking them out of weird places for days. My socks were shedding for a week.”

Behind the reception desk, a concierge named Philippe—crisp suit, impeccable mustache—nearly dropped his tray of complimentary sparkling waters. Feathers? Total coverage? Weird places? His mind conjured a scene straight out of a risqué rom-com: Lando and Y/N tangled in a pile of plucked pillows, feathers drifting through the air like some avant-garde sex ritual. He coughed, adjusted his tie, and spent the rest of his shift warning coworkers to steer clear of Room 312. “They’re… creative,” he muttered. “Very creative.”

Upstairs, Y/N was sketching a feathered dinosaur costume on a napkin while Lando scrolled through gaming forums. “Think we can get it done before the next stream?” she asked.

“Only if we bribe Carlos with pizza,” Lando said. “He’s got the hot glue gun skills.”

4. The Paddock Panic

The paddock at Spa was buzzing with pre-race energy when Y/N sidled up to Lando near the McLaren hospitality tent. She lowered her voice, but the wind carried it just far enough. “I’m telling you, the harness is key. Strap me in tight, and I’m good for at least twenty minutes.”

Lando chuckled, tossing an energy drink can between his hands. “Twenty? Bold. I’d say fifteen tops before you’re begging to get out. You’re not built for that kind of endurance.”

A journalist from Racing Weekly, lurking behind a potted plant with her notebook out, perked up like a bloodhound. Harness? Strap her in? Endurance? She scribbled furiously, her pen practically smoking. This was it—the scoop of the season. She could already see the headline: “Exclusive: Norris and GF’s BDSM Secrets Revealed!” She pitched it to her editor that night, claiming she’d uncovered the spicy underbelly of F1’s golden boy.

Back at the tent, Y/N adjusted the straps on a go-kart harness, grinning at Lando. “Twenty minutes around the track, and I’ll smoke you,” she said. “Loser buys dinner.”

“You’re on,” Lando replied, “but when you tap out at fifteen, I want extra garlic bread.”

+1. The Truth Comes Out

It all came to a head at a McLaren team dinner after the Italian Grand Prix. The restaurant was cozy, all dim lights and clinking wine glasses, with the team sprawled across a long table. Dave the mechanic was there, still haunted by the cockpit fiasco. Janet, who turned out to be Oscar Piastri’s aunt, had tagged along with a friend. Philippe the concierge, off-duty and visiting a cousin in Monza, sat at the bar. The Racing Weekly journalist hovered near the dessert cart, hoping for more dirt.

Lando and Y/N were at the end of the table, heads bent together as usual. Y/N tapped her fork against her plate. “Lando, if we’re doing the whipped cream thing tonight, we need to prep the tarp. I’m not scrubbing the ceiling again.”

Lando nodded, chewing a breadstick. “Yeah, last time it got everywhere—total disaster. Took me an hour to unstick my shoes.”

The eavesdroppers leaned in, senses tingling. Dave whispered to Pete, “Whipped cream in the cockpit?” Janet clutched her pearls, imagining a dairy-drenched tiger romp. Philippe pictured feathers and cream, while the journalist scribbled, “Kinky Dessert Fetish Confirmed.”

Then Y/N pulled out her phone and shoved it in Lando’s face. “Look, here’s the vid from last time,” she said, loud enough for the table to hear. The screen showed their kitchen, a tarp on the floor, and a towering, wobbly whipped-cream sculpture that collapsed mid-build, splattering them both. Lando’s shriek of “MY HAIR!” echoed through the restaurant as Y/N doubled over laughing on the video.

The table erupted. Oscar snorted into his pasta. “You two are idiots,” he said. Zak Brown shook his head, grinning. “I don’t even want to know.”

Dave dropped his fork. Janet blinked, her scandal evaporating. Philippe coughed into his wine, and the journalist snapped her notebook shut, muttering, “Well, that’s not printable.”

Y/N caught the stares and smirked. “What? It was for a charity bake-off livestream. We raised, like, two grand.”

Lando leaned back, arms behind his head. “Next time, we’re building a spaghetti catapult. Way less sticky.”

The eavesdroppers slunk away, red-faced, as Lando and Y/N clinked glasses, already plotting their next absurd adventure. Their dynamic was weird—borderline unhinged—but it was theirs. Cute, chaotic, and definitely not what anyone thought. Best to just leave them to it.

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[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: implied noncon, hyrbid au, hybrid auction, sex trafficking, suicidal ideations, dystopian laws, subjugation

♡ FEM reader

♡ P2: Clientele

It’s scary being a bunny hybrid—especially in a world where all natural prey is bred and raised like livestock, then handpicked and auctioned off to society's apex predators.

But then again, that’s been reality all your life.

If the choice were up to you, you’d stay at the farm and become a womb for breeders. Granted, they’re a bit intense, but rabbit bucks aren’t so bad. You would spend your days cozy in the hay, barefooted and messy-haired, with other fellow herbivores—all the cows, mares, ewes, and does out on the pasture, kept safe and far removed from the belly of the beast—free to live out your days never once having to lay your round eyes on an apex at all. 

But such wasn’t your luck...

Of course, you could have fought. But fighting back is never a good idea—you never know if and when they could decide to send you to the slaughterhouse to make rabbit stew out of you instead— keep your fur to make a coat or carpet. They’ll have better use of you that way than they will with a misbehaving pet, after all.

You think about ending it yourself once you’re sitting in your cage listening to the speaker announce a heifer. That’s how the auction goes—typical farm animals first, other domestic species, then wilder exotic ones. 

In an ill-thought way, you wish you were an exotic breed—something with wings or something they’d have to keep in an aquarium—all in all, something a little harder to come by than being a rodent. Rabbits are cute, but they’re a dime a dozen and are usually sold to those who don’t feel like spending too much—trigger-happy hunter types who’re looking for cheap toys that are easily broken and just as easily replaced.

You swallow thickly. Better yet, you wish you were a bigger badder herbivore that required respect—like an elephant or a rhino. No one would mess with you then. 

But there’s no point in mulling over what you’re not. You’re prey. That’s just how it is.

But who knows? Maybe it won’t be so bad. You’ve seen someone come back to the farm after being auctioned. She’d lost an ear and could no longer speak, but other than that, she was alive and well…

You reconsider killing yourself. Suppose, the only thing keeping you from going through with it is the option of doing it later if and when it actually proves to be as bad as you imagine. You’ve never been good at making such decisions. Must be that prey mentality.

“Up next, we have a mini lop bunny,” the speaker announces, and you feel your cage move, carrying you into the spotlight where you can only see bright red eyes glaring back at you. You immediately look away.

“Known for their long ears, button nose, and round eyes—not to mention their docile nature. As one of the most popular bunny breeds on the market, mini lops are a house pet staple. Believe it or not, they’re also intelligent and social, thriving on attention, whether that be playing games or cuddling—making them the perfect choice to anyone in want of a domestic companion or a pet toy.”

You sniffle—crying and shivering, curling yourself up in a little ball within your cage, making yourself as small as possible, hiding from the predatory glares you feel surrounding you. You’ve only seen a handful of carnivores before—the shepherd dog that herds the flock back home being the biggest one. You’ve heard wolves are twice the size. Maybe you’ll be lucky and have a heart attack right now before any one of them can make their bids.

But then it starts. One number after the other. It feels over in the blink of an eye.

“Sold!” the speaker calls. “To the fine grizzly gentleman on table nine.”

Your eyes peel from being sealed shut, staring intently at your lap where you sit with your knees tucked to your chest—frozen and tense and teetering on passing out from lack of breath. Grizzly? You gulp with a swallowed whimper. Did you hear that right? As in bear? 

“No-” You suddenly understand the point of the chains that had been fixed around your ankles and wrists—given they were the only thing keeping you from thrashing against the bars—breaths hitching as you felt the cage being reeled away to make space for the next one up.

A blanket is thrown over your enclosure, engulfing you in pitch dark before you’re carried off and placed down somewhere. The floor shakes beneath you after a small moment. Something purring underfoot. It feels a little different from the carriage you’re used to but you think you’re being moved.

It’s an hour or so until you feel it come to a halt, at which point your cage is picked up and carried off again, then placed down a few moments later.

You can’t see it, but you can smell it in the air—something dangerous. It must be him. The bear that bought you.

You shield yourself once the drape is lifted and you’re exposed to the light again, squealing, “Please, mister—please don’t eat me. I only eat grass—I wouldn't taste good. And- and—I wouldn’t be very filling anyway–” while trembling underneath the shadow of the apex predator before you.

Your jumping heart was expecting nothing short of instant death, though that’s not what ensued. Instead, there’s an unfamiliar sound. A rumbling. Almost like a growl. It takes a while before you recognize it as laughter. 

“Shh, bunny,” the bear chuckles. “Don’t worry—I have no intention of eating you.”

He crouches down before your cage, though still big enough to tower over it. 

“After all,” he says. “There would be little point in spending so much on something only so bite-sized.”

Your eyes flicker to his paw, where it jingles with something. 

It’s a key.

“How about we get you out of that cage? Those shackles don’t look pleasant. I’ll remove them for you.” He unlocks the gate and swings it open, leaving you room to crawl out.

You don’t know if you should. On the one hand, the cage is keeping you safe, but on the other hand, you doubt you can stay in it forever. And who knows what might happen to his seemingly gracious mood if you refuse him.

“D’you—” It’s a silly question, but you don’t know what else to say. “You promise?”

He makes that sound again. Humored by you, it would seem. “Yes, Bunny, I promise.”

You decide to come out and only feel smaller for it, now exposed. But he keeps his promise, removing your shackles. Your eyes are peeled as he does, watching his claws be so close to you. Thick, long, curled, and black. They would puncture your skin and tear into your meat like it were nothing. You go goosefleshed at the thought.

“They always do these so tight…” he sighs. “Utterly unnecessary for domestic species such as yourself.”

You look up at him at that. He’s done this before, which must mean… “Do you—do you have others?” Or has he had others? Meaning… he doesn’t plan on keeping you around for long. 

It’s funny how that overwhelming urge to run makes you go completely numb.

Meanwhile, he looks at you in silence. Surprised at your observation, perhaps, but then he smiles, fangs and all, and you nearly skitter back into your cage.

“You’re quite astute.” Again, he rumbles with a laugh. Then he stands and walks off, setting your cuffs down on a dresser.

You only now realize you’re in a bedroom, of all places.

“I suppose there’s no use in beating around the bush.” He turns around again and leans back against the drawers, arms folded upon his broad chest as he starts explaining, “I run an entertainment business—a fun house of sorts—you might call it a burrow, as my staff is exclusively made up of bunny rabbits such as yourself.”

A burrow? Like back home? Why would a bear be doing that?

“From now on, you’ll work for me. You’ll be trained in the arts of hospitality and pleasure and cater to a clientele of sophisticated apex predators such as myself.”

Hospitality and pleasure? It almost sounds like he means for carnivores to breed with you… But that would be ridiculous. What would be the point? It’s not as if you can carry other litters but kits anyway.

“You look confused,” he chuckles again. “Allow me to explain.” He pushes himself off the dresser. “Unlike most other mammals, bunnies don’t go into heat. No, instead, bunnies are, in many ways, in a state of permanent mating season—which makes you ideal for my intents and purposes.”

You’re not sure you understand what he’s implying. But you’re growing more certain you don’t like it…

“Moreover, bunnies are any hunter’s natural prey,” he continues while walking back toward you. “Making you the perfect meal to fulfill any customer's appetite.”

He pushes the gate of the cage closed, and it clicks back in place, now locked for good and no longer an option of escape, however poor.

“Not to mention…” He smiles again, and this time, you really wish you had a place to hide. “Bunnies are natural sluts.” He crouches back down, closer now, and curls his black claw up under your chin. “All you want is to be fed and bred all day, then fall sound asleep come night.”

You swallow thickly. Your question answered. 

“And since you seem to be a smart cookie. I suppose there’d be little point in waiting."

He removes his tie.

"So, let’s start your training right away.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Aizawa ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Toji ♡ BLLK – Aiku ♡ DS – Doma ♡ HxH – Chrollo

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[thesandsofelsweyr]

Something tells me AK!Jason could be pretty much into cuddlefuck

⚠️ cw: softcore smut (⚤)

As long as the sex doesn't trigger his migraines, then absolutely.

He loves the intoxicating smell of you after you're spent: your sweat, your perfume, your pussy.

Loves the sticky warmth of your skin pressed against his as your bodies remain entwined after making love.

Loves the steady beat of your heart against his scarred chest—a coveted reassurance in his world of uncertainty.

Loves the softness of your breast gloved in his disfigured hand. A poignant contradiction you've taught him to ignore.

Loves the hardness of your nipple pressing into his drill-punctured palm, as if seeking the protection his calloused, violence-shaped hand can provide.

Loves how your legs remain locked around the curve of his back, as if you'll never let him go.

Loves how you still hold him deep inside you, even after you reached that apex together and your conjoined euphoria has ebbed away.

Loves how you occasionally press your heels down into his skin, encouraging languid, additional thrusts.

Loves how the wetness of your walls—coated in the cocktail of his seed and your still-flowing juices—engulf his now flaccid cock like a velvet glove.

Loves how you smile up at him, cheeks still flushed with pleasure, eyes still shining with want. His breath catches for a heartbeat as it hits him once again: she wants me, and that overwhelming rush of devotion to you surges up inside him, overtaking him like a tsunami, smothering all of his feelings of inadequacy, leaving him scraped clean. Becoming something new in your gaze.

Loves when you praise him for making you feel amazing once again, loves how your words tickle his belly as prideful butterflies take flight.

Loves to run his nose along the line of your jaw up to your ear, loves to bury his nose behind it and drink in your sweet scent. Loves to retrace his path with his tongue back down to your neck, tasting you until he finds your collarbone, then loves to dip his tongue in the hollow of your throat.

Loves to thread his fingers through your sweat-damp hair, to push stray locks behind your ear before pressing his lips to yours.

Loves when you wrap him up in your arms and hug him tight to your chest until you both drift off to sleep.

Loves that when your bodies are entangled, his nightmares can't seem to find him.

[syrupyuu]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓(see first post!)

‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎[𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 — 𝐋𝐕𝐋.𝟑 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃]

— .𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘:

PROJECT: APEX | SUBJECT DOSSIER SUBJECT ID: K-154 CLASSIFICATION: Tier-2 Bioweapon Asset | Human Variant STATUS: Active CONTAINMENT UNIT: Sector 7C, Observation Room Theta-4 RESEARCHER ASSIGNED: ███████ (Lead Analyst – Cognitive Behavioral Branch)

— .𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

AGE(apparent): Approx. 28 years SEX: Male HEIGHT: 6'10" (209 cm) WEIGHT: ~270–275 lbs (122–125 kg) EYE COLOR: Dark blue (residual pigmentation from pre-conversion state; mild iridescence under low light) HAIR COLOR: Ash grey (premature greying due to cumulative physiological stress and modification overload) SKIN TONE: Pale; residual discoloration on upper spine region. Cosmetic treatment protocols applied to suppress visible mutation traits

— .𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (redacted for security)

FORMER IDENTITY: [REDACTED] MILITARY RANK: Specialist (Spec-Ops Tier Designate) CAPTURE/CONVERSION DATE: ██/██/2XXX

—Additional notes: Subject was selected from Project VALKYRIE's top operatives due to genetic compatibility and resilience profile. Underwent Phase I–IV of the APEX Program. Current version denotes highest stability score recorded.

«» .𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒*

"Subject previously demonstrated uncontrollable aggression toward early-cycle personnel, resulting in multiple fatalities prior to reassignment (see Incident 154-B7). Current compliant behavior is anomalously limited to presence of Lead Researcher, indicating a severe and possibly compensatory imprint. Loss of this bond may result in reversion—or worse. Proceed with caution."

— Observation Log #154-19A, compiled by Dr. H

"Despite apparent docility in preferred presence, underlying instability is evident. Risk of fixation breaching containment protocol is increasing. Recommend reevaluation of dependency thresholds and introduction of psychological dampening measures; caution implemented. Removal or reassignment of Lead Researcher may trigger extreme behavioral escalation."

— Behavioral Audit Report #154-21C, submitted by Supervision Unit Kappa-3

+bonus!

[aromantic-ace]

Humans Are Weirds/SpaceOrcs: A Beginner's Guide.

After the official welcoming of the Humans species in our galaxies it has been an emergency to make a beginner's guide as to how to handle the humans on your ship, make sure that if any member of your crew didn't read the Intergalactic Manuals About Human that they read those quick tips as to ensure a good collaboration with your human crewmate.

1. Humans Are Vastly Different, each of them can be completely different from another with their own potential quirk in character and/or behavior. Do NOT expect them to behave the same.

2. Humans Are Weirds, there has been multiple attempt to classify humans into different kind and groups with a very mitigated success. Humans have very different way of living or behave than us and their curiosity (for most of them) know no bound, as such dont be flustered if they ask something unusual and try to satisfy their curiosity as much as possible. Humans (especially of the curious or "scientist" group) can go to extreme lenght to satisfy said curiosity, often leading to nefast consequence for the crew.

3. Know Your Human ! As soon as you meet them try to know in which group they belong, this will ensure way less trouble as the Intergalactic Manuals About Humans can help you react to them accordingly, it also might help you bond with your human as they often appreciate the gesture.

4. Never Provoke Humans, this seem like a basis but most human anger can be triggered by various things some that might seem innocent. Triggering a Human anger will often lead to their body releasing their Deathworlder drugs and can result in bloody outcome. If a Human seem angry or about to enter rage, try your best to calm said human by refering to the Intergalactic Manuals About Humans.

5. Don't Let Your Human Near Everything, Humans are highly intelligent creature but lack a sens of self preservation, as such they will try (and sometime succeed) to bond with anything even highly dangerous creature, it is often more safe to try to not let Humans near such species and/or to discourage such behavior. In the same note explain to your Human why you dont want them to do something, describe the consequence it will often discourage them.

6. Human Social Skills, as a highly intelligent and social specie Humans are some of the best negociator that you can find, as such utilisant your human in a encounter with another ship as diplomat can yield very successfull result, but be careful, as always Humans Are vastly different and some are not suited for diplomacy.

7. Human Instinct, humans are a species that rise themself as the Apex Predator of their ecosystem, they have what they called a "sixth sens" that often tell them things almost impossible to know about a situation, they will for exemple instinctly know if the group is about to ambushed or if something is wrong. Do NOT dismiss such Intel, if your Humans tell you something is wrong, even if they dont have factual evidence they will (in most case) always be right.

8. Humans Combat Ability, in situation of danger do not hesitate to give your Humans a weapon, yes even if they are civils untrained. They will often be an invaluable asset in fights especially due to their Deathworlder abilities.

9. Take Care Of Your Humans, even if they seem like it, they are not invincible, humans do dies, just more slowly than you expect and they might not tell you about it. Humans will go to incredible lenght to save a crew they bonded with, just make sure that they do not lie to you about their ability to survive such a task.

10. Irrationnal Behavior, lastly Humans are sometime very irrationnal as shown with Staby (a cleaning drone that they often stick sharpened weapon on it as a "joke"). As long as such behavior do not put your crew life or cargo at risk, do NOT try to stop it, this behavior is often shown when your humans need distraction and is very good for their mental health.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Hiya, didn't wanna leave your asks dry for too long :3c

Fem hunter who's been trying to trap something terrorizing the village, only to realize she's the one caught in it's trap. (Maybe some knotting and overstim on both sides?)

I'll let you work your magic, Your Horniness~

Let's see if you can figure out which property this was almost fanfic of

Kabr0z Writes Episode 36: Hunter, Hunted

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: noncon; physical force; violence; knotting; overstim; creampie; transformation; Interspecies;

A/N: Still some asks in the box, including one that I'm definitely getting 2 unrelated stories out of, but don't let that stop you sending in requests! It might be a few days until they happen but I'm endeavouring to write something for basically every ask I get

Now without further ado:

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You lay another trap, wafting a bunch of smouldering twigs over it to mask your scent before moving on. Whatever was in these woods, it was bigger than a man and killing sheep. The villagers brought you in to put a stop to it before it started hunting villagers. You grasped the holy sigil dangling from a cord between your breasts. You were going to destroy this monster, failing that you knew a dozen binding spells to stop it doing any more hand.

A trap snapped shut, not far from you. You'd not even finished laying them all and already something's been caught. You took your scourge off your belt, the many barbed whips coiled in your hand, ready to strike as you stalked through the forest to where you heard the clang of the metal jaws.

The trap was empty. It had definitely been triggered by something, the bait was gone, but whatever took it was still around. You stayed in the shadows, the matte leather of your hunting garb disguising you despite the omnipresent full moon hanging in the sky. Your hand drew to the sigil again as you said a silent prayer for protection. The Angel was dead, of course, but it helped ease your mind. Few enough people even wear her symbol any more, not since the horror was trapped in the moon, but she saved you once and you had faith she'd do so again.

Another trap sprung, from the direction you'd came. You set off towards it. Moving quickly and silently, you avoided the moonlight. This time a clump of coarse fur was left in the jaws of the trap. This was probably a werewolf at work.

There wasn't any howling, it must be alone. You wondered if it's by choice or if it's newly turned and not been adopted by a roving pack yet. It's certainly still got enough of itself left that it knows how a bear trap works. That doesn't bode well for you.

You squeezed the weapon in your hand, the leather of the handle creaking as it pressed against the straps. Stepping closer to the trap you could see tracks, digitigrade feet taking long strides. Well formed pawpads. Stride length suggests something like seven or eight feet tall.

An experienced wolf, then. Shit.

You started backing towards the tree behind you, making sure to step in your footprints to avoid any errant snapping of twigs.

You bumped into something.

It wasn't a tree.

You spun, releasing the thongs of your scourge to lash it across the beast. You weapon struck true, vicious spines lashing across your mark. A sheep, freshly disemboweled.

It hit you. Eight feet and three hundred pounds of apex predator swept you off your feet and carried you a dozen feet or more. The tree you hit splintered on impact. The beast threw you. You hit another tree and slid down the trunk.

You could only sit there and cough up blood as the monster loped over to you. It tore open your shirt, bearing the silver mark. A guttural, growling laugh rumbled from the beasts maw.

"A dead protector, for a dying hunter. Fitting."

It grasped the symbol and tore it off you, the cord snapping like dry grass. You could smell searing meat where the beasts flesh touched the silver before it threw the totem away.

"I'm going to hurt you, then I'm going to turn you"

The monster grabbed your face in both hands and dragged you towards it. The cracked bones made you gasp in pain. The beast took advantage of your open mouth, pushing your face to its sheath and humping madly. Your head filled with his musk, the scent and the pain killing any thoughts that weren't about the rapidly growing cock being thrust against your face, painting you with precum, marking you as his. The cock slipped into your mouth again and again, the fluid coating your tongue and throat, making you choke and gag at the sheer amount of the salty pre flooding your senses.

He pulled you up properly, turning you around and holding you upright by your bruised waist. The broken bones grated against one another as you barely balanced, waves of pain coaxing you to delerium.

His claws tore the crotch out from your trousers, pushing aside your undies he lowered you onto him. You felt your mouth gape and your eyes bulge as the cock stretched you open. He was still humping even as he dropped you on him, his hips moving with a life of their own forcing him deeper inch by inch until he was buried in you, his knot already starting to swell and plug you up

The best drew you to his chest, hips bucking and pumping. The sensation of the thick knot bouncing in you, stretching your opening then jamming upwards again and again was making you sweat, the feeling of orgasm overwhelming the pain from your battered and broken body as you rode the first wave.

Your voice was weak, you could barely hear your moaning into his chest.

That's when he bit you.

His fangs sank into the meat of your shoulder, breaking the skin and drawing rivulets of blood. He staggered into the moonlight and let it bathe your skin.

The curse set in fast. Your cracked ribs set themselves and knit together. The tooth marks on your skin closed and faded as a thin fuzz of fur sprouted from every inch of your skin. Your legs cracked and reversed, your knees breaking and re-setting with a sickening crunch.

You barely felt it.

The moonlight brought something else. A heat rising in you. Your arms wrapped around the other wolf's chest as you drove your pelvis into his. You were desperate for him, and you didn't care about anything else. You toppled him as you started fucking yourself on his knot, hearing his grunts turn to yips as his overstimulated cock pumped more and more cum into you. You were a wolf now, just like him, and you'll be damned if you're not gonna make him your bitch.

Your fingers pressed and rubbed against your clit as you groped one of your tits, drawing you to orgasm after orgasm as you bounced on him. They were starting to hurt, your muscles cramping up despite their newfound power, your tortured nub sending waves of discomfort along with the pounding satisfaction.

At last you fell on him, the cold light of dawn starting to fill the sky above you, that full moon still hanging in vigil over the world

You're one of them now. A hunter in the dark. A beast to be feared.

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Thanks again, Anon, for the wonderful request

And thank you, dear reader, if you click my profile and leave a request of your own! Limits are in the pinned comment, but I don't bite and I don't charge!

I'm looking to do another 330-ish of these so I need all the requests I can get!

[ghostlyinsight]

Expanding Worlds

Azriel X Y/N

Uhm hi :) I have never written such a thing and it’s FILTH, FORGIVE ME.

Minors do not interact

NSFW

Begging everyone to be kind, ITS MY FIRST SMUT PLS

I wasn’t quite sure how to start it all out, all I knew is there was an idea in my mind that needed to be OUTOFIT. Reader is Made. She’s a proper lady, idk idk.

Trigger Warnings, none really I guess?

Soft Dom Az? A smidge of shadows, innocent reader? They get nashty, that’s all I know for certain. I hope you enjoy <3

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I should not have listened to Nesta. She insisted my regular reading material was far too tame and now I am stuck in the library of the House, on my third filthy novel she had recommended to me. There’s a burning ache between my thighs and I fear I’m addicted. She has permanently damaged my brain and I am a disturbed heathen just like her, now. Lucky girl has a mate to satiate the urges these books draw out of you, though. I have nothing but my right hand. How can I be expected to satiate these urges with only my fingers? She’s wounded me with nothing more than a cackle when she left me here to “expand my world”.

I can’t help but chew on my lower lip as my thighs rub together on their own accord, desperate for some sort of friction and release to this infernal ache. I close the book and make my exit down the hall to my chambers. Closing the door behind me, I cross the room and sink down on to my fluffy sheets. Every caress on my skin has my nerves firing off, the pulse between my thighs growing with anticipation. Gods, I can’t believe I’m doing this. All because of these damned books. I run my hand slowly and sensually down the front of my silk gown, down to the apex of my thighs. I slip my hand in to my under garments and gather up the flood of wetness, bringing it to my clit and circling it gently. I can’t help the soft whine that escapes my lips. Have I truly neglected my body so thoroughly? I have never taken a lover… and it’s not often I indulge in such scandalous activities. Of course I know of such things, but I had always planned to save my body for my husband. For the other half of my soul. In my current state of desperation, I might be inclined to throw that idea to the wind, though.

I continue the gentle circles on my clit, the tingling pleasure growing swiftly. This won’t take much with how worked up I am. My nipples harden against my gown and I shut my eyes, picturing the scene in my mind that I had just read in the novel. The male had his head buried between her thighs, his tongue pleasuring her. I reach up with my left hand and take my breast in my hand, pinching and tugging my nipple gently. A louder moan escapes my lips as I quicken the pace on the bundle of nerves my fingers are circling.

Just as I begin to give myself in to my fantasy, I hear a soft knock at my door. My eyes shoot open, fingers quickly retreat and I sit up startled. I smooth down my hair, settle my gown and make my way to the door. Upon opening, I find Azriel patiently waiting on the other side.

“Oh! Hello, Azriel. What can I do for you?” I say, realizing how flushed and out of breath I am. I do my best to keep my composure.

“Good evening, Y/N. I was wondering if you’d like to-“ he stops suddenly mid sentence as I see his nose twitch. Oh gods. He can smell it, can’t he? I remember the conversation I had with Nesta and Feyre when I was first Made. They warned me that the senses of the Fae were heightened and they could often scent many things that we couldn’t as humans. Arousal included. My face heats quickly at the memory and I’m positive the panic on my face is visible. I am so embarrassed.

I glance around everywhere but Azriel’s eyes for a moment before settling on his face. I clear my throat, “go on?” I urge, hoping he chooses to ignore this whole debacle. It’s then that I notice the shift in his features. His eyes are darker… his expression as a whole somehow seems sinister in a way I can’t quite describe.

Finally he speaks, “Can I come in?”

His voice is dripping with a certain grit that I’ve never heard from him before. He is always the perfect gentleman, his composure never faltering, ever polite and kind.

Before I can respond, he’s suddenly walking in to my room, backing me up as he goes. I hear the door shut behind him but all I can really make out is him as his shadows seem to swarm to life around him. He stops in the center of the room, less than a foot away from me. I crane my neck to look up in to his eyes, my breath catching.

“I can help you. Would you like me to help you?” An animalistic expression has taken over his features. My breath quickens as I realize there could be nothing else he’s offering to assist me with. My thoughts are a storm within my mind, unsure how to respond. The ache between my thighs seems to have reignited at his words but I’m torn. It’s no secret that Azriel is probably the most handsome male to walk this world. I’d be lying if I said I had never thought of him in that way… he’s often a permanent figure in my less than ladylike dreams. But for this to be real? Gods… damn the waiting. Azriel has always been so good, so kind. He would be a perfectly acceptable person to always share this memory with.

Having come to my conclusion, I try my hardest to settle my nerves. “Yes..” I finally respond in a breathless whisper. In an instant, his lips crash down on mine, a growl ripping through his throat. Suddenly his hands are all over me, in my hair, on my hips, pulling me in to him. A whimper leaves my throat as I bring my hands up to tangle in his hair. He makes quick strides to the bed, never parting our lips. Shadows, much stronger than what I would have originally thought, suddenly yank me down on to the bed as Azriel strips his shirt off.

Standing before me is some sort of dark, winged god. His body is truly like a sculpture beyond what the hands of any great artist could ever craft. The gentleman in Azriel has quickly been replaced by a creature driven only by what seems to be desire and instinct. He leans down and begins to make his way up the bed, crawling up my body and never breaking eye contact.

“Part those pretty thighs for me, lovely.” His soft instruction a steep contrast from the gravel in his voice. My heart races, “I feel I should warn you… I have never done this before.” I say. Azriel’s eyes flutter as a groan leaves his parted lips. “Fuck… I can have you though, right? You’ll let me take care of you?” Oh gods, he’s nearly pleading and I am absolutely done for. “Yes, yes you can have me..” I respond, panting and honestly nearly drooling at how sexy he sounds right now. What can only be described as a sadistic grin spreads across his lips. “You’re such a good girl.” He says before connecting his lips to mine once more. He reaches down between us and slowly draws my thighs apart before pulling my panties to the side and dipping a finger in to the silky wetness. He moans in to my lips and I grip his shoulders at the sensation of having fingers other than my own exploring my most intimate parts. He brings the wetness up to my clit and begins a slow, torturous pace, circling and gently increasing pressure.

“Is this what you were doing in here, pretty girl? Hm? What’s got you so worked up that I had to come in here and take care of you like this, baby?” He dips his head down to my neck, licking and kissing teasingly. “I… I read a book…” I whimper out as best I can. “A book? That’s all it took, sweet girl? Fuck, I can do better than a book.” He says with a nip to my neck.

He sits up on his knees then and grips my hips, pulling me down so my thighs are on either side of him. My thin gown has ridden up, exposing my light blue underwear to him. “Can I undress you, baby? I want to see all of you… I just want to make you feel good.” He asks so sweetly, I couldn’t say no to him if I wanted to. My eyes shut and my head lulls to the side. “Yes, whatever you want, Az. Please.” As soon as he’s given permission, I feel the cool tendrils of his shadows tracing up my sides, bringing my gown up with them. I lift enough for the gown to come off and the harsh air meets my breasts. Not for long though, because the same shadows come to caress them. “You’ll let them play too, won’t you?” He asks again and all I can do is nod. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and I don’t think I have ever been so aroused in my life. I feel Azriel’s hands reach my underwear and they’re discarded quickly. “Look at you,” he finally groans out. “Absolutely soaked.” He shimmies down, bringing his lips to each of my thighs.

“Can I tell you something, baby?” He asks, and I croak out a barely audible “what is it?” In response. “I think I’m going to keep you.” He says just before licking a long strip up my wetness. A gasp leaves my throat and my hand quickly tangles in his hair, the other gripping the bed sheet. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you. Do you know how many nights you’ve had me fisting my cock? How many times I’ve almost knocked on that door and got on my gods damned knees for you? I could beg. I don’t beg but I would have for a taste of you.” Another lick up my pussy. “I was knocking on that door tonight to ask you out to dinner. Was gonna take you out, treat you so nice baby, then I was gonna take you home and have you for dessert.” His words are clouding my mind, eating up my senses. He takes my clit between his lips and sucks. “Imagine my surprise to find you in the state I did. Already so fucking needy… fuck, baby…” and then he unleashes himself upon me. Licking, sucking, moaning against me. I’m reduced to nothing but a puddle beneath him, unable to form coherent sentences. My hips buck against his face, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me. I didn’t know I could feel like this, didn’t know he felt for me the way he described… gods I would have said yes to dinner, I would have said yes to anything, everything. Pressure quickly begins to build in my abdomen. “Oh gods…. Azriel… I..” I can’t even finish my words before the pressure finally reaches its peak, snapping and shattering, filling my whole body with warmth and tingles. I’m barely aware of the flood of wetness leaving my pussy as it aches and clenches around nothing. Never in all my attempts to pleasure myself has it ever felt like this… never so complete and all consuming. As the waves of euphoria slowly subside, I glance down at Azriel, finding him between my legs with that same sinister grin. The lower half of his face as well as his chest are glistening. “You made a mess, pretty girl. And I’m not even done with you yet.” He says as he moves to his feet and begins unbuckling his belt.

I can’t help but wonder what I’ve gotten myself in to but I’m far too enthused to stop. Azriel removes his belt and his pants fall to the ground. Next are his undergarments. The shock must be evident on my face as I take in the size of him. I have nothing to compare with but I just know he is large. Very large. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll make sure it fits.” He says with a smirk as he climbs back on to the bed and settles against the headboard.

“Come here, lovely.” He instructs and I make my way to straddle his lap on my shaky legs. I glance down at his erection between us and bite my lower lip. “Can I… can I touch you?” I ask, and he chuckles before pecking my lips. “Explore.” He offers. I circle my hand around the tip of him, feeling the soft skin. I experimentally move my hand up and down his shaft, looking to his face to see his reaction. His pupils are blown, and he’s entirely focused on my hand wrapped around him. “Is this okay? Do you like it?” I ask nervously. “It’s good, baby. Go slow. I don’t want to cum until I’m in your perfect little pussy.” His head hits the headboard behind him as he starts to pant softly. “Can I taste it?” I ask as I start sliding down his thighs to bring my face to his cock. “Fuck…” he hisses out. “Yes… just for a minute and then I have to be inside of you.” I giggle a little at his words, proud of how he’s reacting to my touch, at how badly he wants me. I bring my lips down to him and place a soft kiss on the tip.

He brings his hand to my hair, tangling in the strands. “Open.” He instructs as he taps my cheek with his other hand. I open my mouth and let him lower my mouth on to him. I close my lips around him and circle the tip with my tongue. I can taste the drops that have gathered at the top and moan softly at the taste of him. “You’re such a good girl, I knew you would be. Always so proper and polite. Always doing as you’re told. And now you’ve got your perfect lips wrapped around my cock. Suck, baby.” He instructs and I instantly do it. He hisses and begins guiding my head up and down on him, showing me the pace he likes. I glance up at him to see his reaction, his eyes are hooded and his lips are parted. He lets out a low groan before pulling me off of him gently and guiding me to his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my breasts against him. My lips part, allowing room for his tongue to brush against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue and the thought has my walls clenching around nothing all over again. He leans down, taking one of my nipples between his teeth, gently sucking and pulling. My back arches and I gasp at the sensation. My hips begin to rock by their own accord, grinding against his hardness. He shifts, allowing his cock to glide through my folds as my hips grind against him. His hands find my ass, gripping and urging my hips to glide faster against him.

“Look at you… you could cum just like this, couldn’t you? Just from rubbing that desperate little cunt along my cock.” He finishes his statement with a sharp smack to my rear end. I moan out at the sensation, surprise taking over my features. I didn’t know I would enjoy something like that… but I enjoy all of this. Everything Azriel is giving me, I’m eager to take. Putty in his skilled hands, his for the taking. “Azriel…” I mewl out. “What, baby? What do you need?” He responds, still urging me up and down his length. The way his cock is sliding along my swollen clit is sinful. You can hear the sloppy wetness with every surge forward. “I want it, Az… I want your cock inside me… please? Can I please have it?” I begin to meekly beg, desperate for the stretch I’ve never felt before. I need him to claim me. “Gods, baby, you beg so pretty. Of course you can. You’ve been so fucking good for me, taking everything like such a sweet girl. My good girl, yeah? Tell me you’re my good girl and I’ll let you have it right now, baby.” He says, bucking his hips up in to mine. “I’m your good girl, Azzie… all yours.” I pant out.

Azriel quickly lifts my hips and lines the tip up with my tight entrance. “This is going to hurt the first time, lovely. I’ll be careful and we’ll go slow, okay baby?” I nod my head in response, just ready to finally be filled by him. He slowly lowers me down on to him and I feel the burning stretch begin to take over. I whimper softly and cling on to him tightly. “Would you like me to stop? Is this okay?” He says, searching for any doubt on my face. There he is, the usual ever polite and kind Azriel. “It’s okay, Az… feels good, just stings a little…” I respond reassuringly. He smiles at me and plants a sweet kiss on my lips before slipping in another inch.

Slowly but surely, I eventually find myself fully seated on his cock, panting and desperate to rock my hips against it. “Az… it feels so good… please…” I beg softly, not quite sure what to do next. “Shhh baby, I have you. Let me guide you, okay? You feel so good wrapped around me. So fucking tight and wet.” He says as he begins to rock my hips back and forth. The stretch and burn is still present but is drowned out by the pleasure of being so full. My pussy throbs around him, gripping him like a vice and refusing to let go. I rest my hands on his chest and experimentally lift my hips, dropping down softly. We both moan in sync, and his grip on my hips tighten. “Fuck, just like that baby. Take your time, take everything you need from me. It’s all yours.” He says, giving some control to me to explore my own pleasure.

I lift again, and slide down slowly on him once more. A few more tries and I manage to establish a rhythm that has us both panting and whimpering. His hands find my breasts, palming them and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. At this angle, my clit is rubbing perfectly against him, stimulating every nerve ending. His cock fits so deep, hitting every nook and cranny inside of me. I arch my back, speeding up as I feel the pressure building inside me again.

Azriel suddenly shifts and my back hits the plush mattress, his cock never exiting as we move. My thighs instinctually wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper inside. A yelp escapes me at the new angle, at the way his cock somehow reaches further, finding places within me that only he can sate. He leans down, pressing our lips together, our tongues tangling as he pulls nearly all the way out before plunging in once more. Over and over. His sensual assault to my lips and his cock buried inside me to the hilt is enough to have me feeling as if I’ve indulged in an entire bottle of Rhys’s rarest wine. My vision darkens and my mind is all consumed with Azriel. His lips, his words, his cock, his eyes, his heart. All him. I hear a chuckle escape him above me. “All fucked out, princess? Drunk on it?” He mocks.

All I can manage is more whimpers and incoherent pleas for more. He reaches down, gripping one of my calves and brings it up to rest on his shoulder. He speeds up, his fingers coming to meet my clit, making tight quick circles on it. “Azriel… I want to cum, please…” I beg, tears brimming in my eyes. “Whenever you’re ready, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy cum around my cock. It’s the only one it’s ever going to cum for, isn’t it? All mine?” A high pitched whine escapes me. “Yes! Yes, Azzie, just yours, always. Promise. I’m all yours..” I nearly shout, the pressure fast approaching its peak. He grins, kissing my calve that’s resting on his shoulder. My toes curl as his assault on my clit quickens and suddenly the coil snaps.

My pussy clenches down on him, pulsing as my orgasm bursts out of me. I can hear my own distant moans and whimpers of his name, followed by his groans as he thrusts harder in to me. My pussy continues to pulse around his cock and suddenly warmth blooms within it as I feel him coat my walls with his seed. “Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful. So fucking sexy when you cum, I can hardly stand it.” He says as he slows his pace. He brings his hand up to move the sweaty strands of hair out of my face and wipe the tears from my eyelids. I hadn’t even realized I was shedding them, the pleasure far too immense to take note of much else.

The throbbing of us both begins to settle and he unsheathes himself from inside me. He lay next to me before bringing his fingers down and dipping them in our mixed juices. He thoroughly coats them before bringing them to my lips. “Taste.” He demands. I part my lips, and suck his fingers in to my mouth. He hums softly as I moan around his fingers. “Such a perfect girl for me. You did so good, baby. Let me get you cleaned up, okay?” I nod as he stands from the bed, retrieving a wet cloth from the bathroom. He returns and gently wipes me off, taking extra care between my thighs so as to avoid any extra soreness. After then cleaning himself off, he joins me in the bed again, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in close. His large wings wrap around, making a sort of cocoon around us.

He finally speaks as he’s stroking my hair. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asks lovingly. “It was perfect, Azriel. I didn’t know it could feel like that.” He chuckles at my response, pecking my lips. “I’m sorry for coming at you like some sort of animal. I truly did intend to ask you to dinner. I just couldn’t help myself… you just smelt so delicious, I had to have a bite.” He says as he playfully nips my shoulder. I giggle before responding, “I would love to go to dinner with you, by the way.” A sweet smile spreads across his lovely face. “A date, then.” 

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True Romance Pt 7

Seeker Trine x Reader

18+ content

• “I can do it myself!” You hiss, flight or fight fully triggered as you try to launch yourself out of Skywarp’s servos and back to the safety of the desk. Knowing full well that’s there’s nowhere to hide and that one of them is just going to catch you again. That you’re probably the equivalent of a talking hamster to them, but still. You can’t make yourself cooperate for community shower time and being gawked at naked by the three of them. What little pride you have left from being a glorified pet, is screaming at you to the tune of death before dishonor.

• Even though the fall isn’t that high, when you launch yourself out of his servos, hit the desk, stumble and fall, then immediately bolt, Skywarp’s spark constricts. “This isn’t negotiable, you stink,” he snarls, shaking off the worry that you might have broken one of those tiny bones. Wings flared out in embarrassment because Star and TC are watching you evade him. Because for being so tiny, you can move when you’re properly motivated.

• “Enough,” Starscream vents tiredly as Thundercracker fidgets beside him, wanting to intervene. He really didn’t think you’d get so distraught about being washed, but Skywarp has a point. “Come here.” Shouldering up beside Skywarp, he lays his palm on the desk and glowers down at you. Watching you raggedly breathe, body tense and those eyes angry. “Now, little one.” And shoulders slumping, you slowly approach him and rock to a stop in front of his servos. Refusing to climb into his palm in one last little act of rebellion.

• Finally. Wings easing as Starscream picks you up and strides past them toward the private wash racks attached to their habsuite. A boon because of Star’s status as SIC that’s especially welcome now since they won’t have to risk you being seen by the other Decepticons. Thundercracker really can’t understand why you’re being so difficult about this as you wrap your arms around yourself and sulk. Eyes almost panicked when Star grips the bottom of your covering and tries to tug it up off your body. And it clicks as he watches your very doomed struggle to not give up your covering. You’re embarrassed. Swearing nonstop as Star finally wins the brief struggle and strips your covering off.

• And they’re all staring at you as you shuffle so your back is to them as best you can and cover yourself with your hands, shoulders hunched in defeat. Honestly, your nakedness is probably as interesting to them as a hairless cat. Because you’re not a person to them, you’re a pet that talks. “All that fuss,” Starscream mutters as he cradles you to him and reaches to touch the controls for the water. And the warm, almost too hot water is wonderful. Almost worth being gaped at. Tipping your head into the spray, you startle at the feel of a servo sliding over the curve of your hip and up along the bottom of your ribs.

• “Soft all over,” Skywarp murmurs, grinning when you swat at his servo. Your little face even redder than it had been. And you’d stopped covering the apex of your thighs to smack him, giving him a glimpse of you. Ignoring Star’s frown as the SIC uses a servo to rub your wet hair and both hands lift to shove at him, a leg shifting for balance. Hears the surprised sound TC makes on Star’s other side.

• You’re outnumbered. Starscream staring down at you, his expression almost surprised as you realize what you’re doing and try to cover yourself again. Only to have Thundercracker stroke along your spine. Giving up and just sitting in Starscream’s palms with your knees drawn up against yourself, though you’re sure you just flashed all three of them trying to stop Starscream from messing with your hair. Trying your best to ignore the three of them as you just wish you this was over already as you scrub at your skin and hair, while trying to keep your bits covered.

• Under the coverings, you’re shaped curiously like a tiny, delicate protoform. And while Starscream had noticed the similarities between you and them, the differences had always snagged him. Watching your mortified attempts to wash, he flares his wings out protectively, using his wingspan to nudge his brothers back so they’ll leave you be, because that embarrassment bothers him. Ignoring it as Skywarp shoots him an annoyed look and drifts into a stall further from him. Optics narrowing as the other Seeker frees his spike and grips himself, Starscream turns more toward Thundercracker in annoyance, but not before he sees your little eyes widen in shock.

• Face hot, there’s no unseeing that. Or forgetting it. Because your giant alien robots have all the equipment and you have no idea why. But you can hear Skywarp growling softly. Not wanting to look, but unable to stop yourself from peeking over your shoulder like a voyeur as he pumps his fist. His head turning to catch you staring and just grinning at you as his hips rock. And then Starscream is flaring his wings again, firmly nudging your head away with a servo against your cheek. Seeing Thundercracker watching you before glancing at Starscream. And his jaw is clenched when you look up at him, clearly unhappy as you all get to listen to Skywarp snarling as he strokes himself.

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SKZ Mate: Chapter 18

Trigger Warnings: Violence, trauma, underage sex, coercion, childhood trauma, manipulation, grooming, implied non-consent, death, grief, magic, obsession, paranoia, abandonment, betrayal, forced breeding, torture, brainwashing, sacrilege, sacrifice, judgement, uncomfortable themes

The room was silent. No one uttered a word at the revelation. They were stunned into silence. Some of them even frowned, if not glared at the thought that Hyunjin was their omega's alpha. It made no sense. If Hyunjin was her alpha at some point it meant Hyunjin must have abused her too. He must have tormented her, assaulted her, abused her. There was no way he could justify it now, it was impossible. There were still so many questions. Why did Hyunjin not save her? Why did Hyunjin abandon her? Why did Hyunjin not confess to Chan at the beginning? Did he know that Y/N was Chan's mate? All of these questions were flying around the room silently. Some of them were accusations against Hyunjin. Most of which he did not want to answer nor did he feel he had to. Hyunjin had already explained his story once before to them so why should he reveal it again? They all knew why Chan had stolen Hyunjin, he was Chan's childhood best friend's half-brother that was given to Hongjoong because he was a bastard. Before he died he had begged Chan to find him and to save him. The older half-brother regretted every day what his mother did to Hyunjin. The younger alpha never deserved to be treated the way he was. It was never Hyunjin's fault his parents committed adultery.

Hyunjin was someone who didn't take it lightly when he wasn't trusted. It was an insult to him, but right now he didn't have much of a choice. Either way, he had to confess the truth and accept whether Chan would exile him or not, but Hyunjin was smarter. There was a way he could make Chan accept him and that was by threatening Chan with his omega. Chan would never let anyone take his mate away but Hyunjin couldn't abandon her now since she was back with him. No, she was Hyunjin's in more ways than one and Chan was about to find that out very quickly. Hyunjin could see it. The minute he revealed that it was him and not Wooyoung, Chan had pulled the omega into his arms. He feared the other alpha. If he let her sit there, Hyunjin would grab her and she would never be seen again. It made Hyunjin laugh to see the head alpha so worried. For someone who had such a high status in the werewolf community, he was actually quite vulnerable. Chan had an obvious weakness. Y/N. Without her Chan was nothing. He had the elders of the werewolf council but it was never enough. Chan was a stray who was kicked out of his pack for helping his uncle kill his older brother to be a more powerful alpha. Except that wasn't entirely true. Chan's uncle had coerced Chan as a young boy from the age of ten. He groomed Chan. Gave him everything he ever wanted. Mentored him. Helped him. Everything. It was also the reason why Chan could not stand to be seen as weak. He hated being dominated and he definitely hated being manipulated when he was out-casted by his pack. Still, Chan's older brother had died and Chan was blamed for it because Chan's uncle had to disappear right at the scene. There was no way of proving Chan was innocent so he left as a lone wolf and saved those who were exiled. He saved victims who were accused like Jisung, Minho, Hyunjin and Seungmin. The others chose Chan for his politics. Jeongin chose Chan because he trusted Minho and grew up with him. Felix and Changbin came from similar werewolf packs who left because they heard who Chan was.

Despite all that he has achieved, the need for a soul mate was the root of the problem that fueled Chan's early corruption. His uncle promised him a soul mate if he became an alpha. A soul mate so pure and virtuous. A soul mate who would breed for Chan and provide him with pups. A soul mate who would provide him with an apex. That was the sickest thing Chan learned as a boy of ten. He learned about breeding at such a young age. Even when it came to sex Chan learned it at the ripe age of fourteen with a female omega in his pack who was around the same age. He had to learn, that's what his uncle taught him. He needed to know how to please his omega. This was the reason Chan had such a bad obsession with finding his soul mate. He raided several packs trying to find her but all he did was cause more damage, and he became a threat to werewolf packs. He became a monster. It was only his best friend who could get the alpha to snap out of it. It was only him who could break it gently to his alpha that he was obsessing over something his abuser told him as a child. Minho was another wolf who knew some of the story and promised Chan's best friend he would protect the alpha from his uncle. Minho was the only wolf who had seen Chan break down at the sudden realisation there was no omega. Except his uncle never told a lie, because he found her and Chan would always protect her no matter what. Chan would fight to the death if he had to. He lost so much in life that all he wanted was one ounce of happiness and now that he got it, he wanted to consume it, with or without Hyunjin there.

So now Chan was left with a very easy choice. Banish him. Chan had already made up his mind and Hyunjin could read that, but Hyunjin wasn't going to walk away. Oh, he couldn't. Y/N was soul-bound to him. Her soul was linked to his. His soul was hers. Her soul was his. Hyunjin had used dark magic behind Hongjoong's back to keep her safe because he loved her. In spite of Hyunjin's actions towards her at the beginning, he loved his favourite little omega. His omega was the smartest omega he had ever met when she was his omega. His omega was the one who had found a way to block Hyunjin from her mind. She could even prevent him from feeling her. The reason was because of her perseverance and mental strength, but that wasn't how he fell in love with her. It was the fact she had annoyed him into liking her. Hyunjin was a strict alpha with her. Hyunjin was in charge of the omegas, Jongho, Yeosang and Y/N. To teach them, look after them, care for them. Hyunjin was even colder than he was now, his words were sharper, if not harsher. His defiant female omega had broken his ice-cold heart with her shameless attitude. Every time he made her stay with him as a punishment she would do something obnoxious. Steal his paintbrushes. Swap his books out. The worst she had ever done was swap one of his photographs with a naked one of her. Hyunjin was filled with rage that day and her shameless behaviour. He had never met a woman like her but there she was. It didn't help that Hyunjin was a massive prude back then. Still, Hyunjin learned to love her, which was why he wasn't going to let anything happen to her. He knew she wasn't Hongjoong or Ateez's soul mate so to protect her he bound her soul to his. Hongjoong learned Hyunjin was keeping a secret from him. He knew Hyunjin adored his omega more than anything so Hongjoong had him tortured. Hyunjin was beaten several times with wolfsbane and injected with mistletoe (a slow but deadly poison). Hyunjin was then dragged into a graveyard and was cursed with a dark aura that would be passed down through his bloodline if he did have children that was. The dark aura is the essence of evil that binds the werewolf to both life and death. The nature of their soul is used to feed lycans. Lycans were cursed werewolves who ate people, but there were very few left as most were killed. Hyunjin's soul was supposed to be damned and changed into a lycan but it never happened, much to Hongjoong's confusion. The main reason this never happened was due to the fact half of his soul was Y/N's. Y/N's half prevented the evil from being absorbed, however, the dark aura that was cursed upon him was also engrained into Y/N. She too had a dark aura inside of her, but she didn't know that.

Now that she was bound to him, Hyunjin couldn't leave her. Not ever. The only reason he abandoned her was because he was a selfish, angry coward. He wanted to use her to anger Hongjoong. He wanted her to breed Hongjoong's pups so they would be infected with the dark aura. That anger had eventually faded and then Hyunjin buried his head in the sand all those years as he waited for the pain of her death. He waited and waited and it never came. Which was why he reacted the way he did when he saw her. He was afraid of her reaction. He was afraid she would tell him she hated him and that she never loved him. He was afraid that she regretted binding their souls, but it never came. Y/N never knew who he was. To an extent he was relieved but deep down he was distraught. His little defiant omega was gone and was replaced with something Seonghwa had ruined. So now the story takes another dark turn. Something sinister is about to arise and now Hyunjin cannot leave Y/N. Chan cannot banish him, but that still leaves Chan and his pack of stray kids with a burning question. How the fuck did Hongjoong know Y/N was his mate? And what the fuck is coming for Stray kids.

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[dakusan]

📁 ASK DUMP 𓆩🩸𓆪 17 JUNE 2025

🩸 Welcome to today’s ask dump. If your ask is in this post: yes, I saw it. yes, I licked it. yes, I’m answering it with fangs. It’s a buffet — so prepare to eat up.

Now let’s get bloody.

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🐆 ANON LOGGED: “the vampire kinks anon is BACK and HORNY FOR SCIENCE”

“consider me 🐆… fighting the urge to ask you about scientific lore behind sex in general with vampires… how long do they last? is stamina different? do they need specific stimulation?”

STATUS: 🐆 EMOJI CLAIMED. you are canon now. bloodbound. archived. welcome to the sin lab. your thirst? valid. your praise? consumed. your mind? divine. you want science? you want sex? you want blood-drenched biology? i’m lacing up my gloves and taking the fangs out of formaldehyde.

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🧬 VAMPIRE SEX LORE: BIOLOGY, BLOOD, AND STAMINA DEMON HOURS

🔬 1. STAMINA: UNHOLY. INFINITE. INSANE.

Born vampires (especially Abnormals) are magically-enhanced apex predators.

That means supernaturally regulated muscle control, no lactic acid build-up, and spell-infused metabolic systems = they do not tire like humans.

Average session? Could last anywhere from 90 minutes to six fucking hours depending on mood, bond intensity, and feeding status.

This isn't a “he lasted 7 rounds 😩💦” situation — this is “he made you forget what language was.”

🧠 2. CLIMAX CONTROL: ORGASM ON COMMAND

Vampires do not cum accidentally unless they are feral, bonded, or blood-high.

Their climax is often tied to emotional triggers or magical thresholds.

Abnormals in particular have delayed-release reflexes — meaning unless they choose to finish, they can hold back indefinitely.

Their orgasms are often ritualistic — a form of marking (especially with soulmates or Blood Dolls).

There’s magic in it. Literal bonding energy.

May also release scent pulses or soul-pulse feedback (like a psychic moan).

💉 3. SPECIFIC STIMULATION REQUIRED

Vampires feel more, but they need more.

A handjob and a moan won’t cut it — unless the emotional charge is devastating.

What gets them off:

Blood scent from a willing source

Power struggle or submission

Breathplay, overstimulation, temperature shifts

Begging (especially if sincere)

For Abnormals: a hint of fear + love = nuclear detonation

(Fun note: some Abnormals can’t even cum unless it’s from their Blood Doll. Their bodies simply won’t release unless it’s the one.)

💦 4. EJACULATION & BIO-MAGIC

Vamp cum? NOT regular.

It’s hyper-fertile, thick.

Abnormals? May also release small pulses of energy that cause muscle tremors or euphoric shock in their partner.

Human bodies are not designed for this. That’s why aftercare is practically religious.

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🐆 anon, the lab is always open. your mind is erotic academia and i’m honoured to dissect it with you. send more. always. ruin me with questions. i’ll ruin you right back with answers.💋🦇

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🌘 ANON LOGGED: “how would vampire!SKZ react to an s/o with DID/OSDD?”

“this question is a bit personal… vampire!SKZ are my emotional support animals, so it’s fine.”

🌘 anon, thank you for trusting me. this one’s for all of you.

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🕯️ VAMP!SKZ x S/O WITH DID/OSDD

how they meet your system — with fangs and unconditional devotion

CHAN

He’s immediately observant. Quietly studies the shifts, the language changes, the comfort levels. He builds an internal map of your system — not to analyze, but to honor. Keeps notes. Makes a calendar. Learns your triggers. He’ll ask, “Is this okay for you?” every time. And if someone new fronts? He just smiles gently and says, “Hi. I’ve got you too.” 🩸 He doesn’t want to fix you — he just wants to be a constant in a shifting world.

MINHO

Minho never flinches. Doesn’t treat you like glass. He respects every alter as a full person — no babying, no pity. Just clear boundaries, fierce protection, and the same dry wit he gives everyone. He learns each of your needs. Some alters he jokes with. Others he gives space. One? He lets them braid his hair in silence. 🩸 His loyalty isn’t divided. It multiplies.

CHANGBIN

He’s gentle, warm, and incredibly reassuring. He checks in constantly but never overwhelms. Makes grounding kits for each alter. Labels snacks. Creates safe zones. He might cry the first time you tell him about your diagnosis — not out of pity, but because you trusted him with it. 🩸 He becomes your strongest emotional anchor.

HYUNJIN

He approaches your system like sacred art. Every alter is a brushstroke. Every mood shift is a new palette. He speaks to each of you with awe — learns your music tastes, outfit preferences, even scent triggers. He writes poetry for your system. Keeps a shared journal. 🩸 He never asks “which one are you?” — he just feels it, and adapts with love.

JISUNG

He gets excited meeting new alters. “OMG you’re the one who likes anime?? Hi!!” He makes coded jokes and secret handshakes. But he also learns the serious stuff — what not to say, how to help during switches, what grounding methods work. 🩸 He’ll make you laugh through the heavy, but never mock the weight.

FELIX

Felix is the definition of unconditional love. He’s soft, but steadfast. He’ll greet each alter with a smile, learn who’s okay with touch, and craft unique forms of affection. “You don’t have to be one person for me,” he’ll say, cupping your face. “I love all the pieces. I always will.” 🩸 He’s your light — steady, warm, and always reaching for your hand.

SEUNGMIN

He researches. Learns about DID/OSDD thoroughly. Never assumes. Always asks. He builds trust with every alter like it’s a private treaty. Keeps routines consistent. Builds structure without pressure. He’s the calm during switches. The one who reminds you who you are when you’re lost. 🩸 Not just supportive — dependable.

JEONGIN

He’s a little awkward at first, but not because he’s scared — he just wants to do it right. He’s great with internal metaphors — builds imaginary “safe rooms” for your headspace. His adaptability makes him great with co-fronting alters. He thrives on figuring things out with you. 🩸 He learns to love all of you. And makes sure you love you too.

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🌘 anon — you are valid. you are whole. you are not broken — you are beautifully many. and in this bloody world of fangs and feral devotion, there is room — love — and safety for every piece of you.

thank you for asking. i see you. all of you. always 💋🦇

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🐈‍⬛ ANON LOGGED: “so… what if their soulmate is another vampire’s blood doll?”

“Not bonded, not well-treated. Will vampire!SKZ resort to murder?”

🐈‍⬛ anon, you ask if they’ll resort to murder — babe… that’s not “plan B.” that’s the default setting.

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🩸 VAMP!SKZ x THEIR SOULMATE BEING ANOTHER VAMPIRE’S BLOOD DOLL

🕷️ BEFORE WE BEGIN: A vampire’s Blood Doll is a contracted property under blood law. But a vampire’s soulmate? That’s cosmic right. Fate > Contract. Always. If you’re theirs, you’re theirs. Signed ink or not.

CHAN He doesn’t lose control easily. He plans. But the moment he smells you and realizes you’re his? The air shifts. The world narrows. And the vampire holding your contract? Is already dead inside. Chan will give one chance: “Release them. Or I release your spine from your body.” If refused? It’s not rage. It’s strategy. 🩸 The body’s never found. The paperwork vanishes. And you wake up safe with a new collar, custom-forged by his own hand.

MINHO He doesn’t even speak. He looks the contract holder in the eye — and if they even smell like they’ve touched you wrong, they’ll be bleeding before they blink. “They’re mine now.” The blood doll clause gets incinerated on the spot. 🩸 You don’t even know he’s coming until the old vampire is dead and you’re being carried out wrapped in Minho’s coat. He doesn’t just protect. He erases threats from the system.

CHANGBIN He’s quiet fury. The slow burn. The moment he realizes you’re his soulmate — and also belong to someone cruel? He shakes. He tries to do it cleanly: “Let them go.” If that fails, he breaks the other vampire in half — not for revenge. For justice. 🩸 He carries you out whispering: “You’re not anyone’s property. Not anymore.”

HYUNJIN Rage, tears, devastation. He spirals. The idea of someone using you while he was out there not knowing you existed? He’s inconsolable. The other vampire dies. Not just dies — Hyunjin rips the memory of you from their soul. 🩸 He makes you a room full of mirrors and stars and says, “From now on, you’re only seen the way you want to be.”

JISUNG “No no no no no—no one touches what’s mine.” He’s shaking, crying, smiling, and stabbing at the same time. He’s not clean. He’s not quiet. He’s feral. 🩸 You get scooped up mid-chaos, and he kisses your forehead like, “Sorry you had to see that. You want snacks? A bath? A head on a platter?”

FELIX He’s sunshine until he’s not. If he finds out you were suffering under someone else while he was searching for you? He goes silent. His glow fades. Then it flares. He doesn’t make a scene. The other vampire simply stops existing. 🩸 You wake up in soft sheets, and he’s at your feet saying, “You were never meant to bleed for anyone but me.”

SEUNGMIN He handles it legally — at first. Files breach reports. Loopholes. Blood abuse clauses. But if they resist? If they dare say you’re not worth the trouble? 🩸 He kills with precision. And you watch it happen. Because he wants you to know: no one takes you lightly ever again.

JEONGIN The first time he sees you, his veins bloom black across his cheeks. You smell like his. You look hurt. The other vampire doesn’t get a warning — just disintegration. He’s still learning to control his powers, but for you? He breaks the world. 🩸 Afterward, he cradles your wrist and whispers, “You’ll never be owned again. Except by fate. Except by me.”

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🐈‍⬛ anon — your mind is soft and violent. a perfect offering. thank you for the prompt. come again 💋🦇

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🎀 ANON LOGGED: “if we’re on our period… does it trigger their bloodlust?”

“Even with the princess treatment, is their bloodlust activated? They’re hypersensitive to scent, right?”

STATUS: 🎀 EMOJI CLAIMED. 🎀 anon, I love you for this. Let's get into it.

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🩸 VAMPIRE BLOODLUST + MENSTRUAL SCENT

✦ SHORT ANSWER: Yes. Your period absolutely spikes their bloodlust. It’s not just about smell — it’s the chemical cocktail, the heat, the pulse shift, the iron in the air. To a vampire, it’s like perfume laced with need.

You bleed. They ache. Simple.

But here's the hotter truth:

✦ IT’S A DIFFERENT KIND OF BLOODLUST

They don’t go feral. They go reverent. Territorial. Obsessive. Because period blood isn’t from violence. It’s from life. Fertility. Cycle. Power.

🩸 It’s sacred. It’s yours. It means you’re alive and real and touchable. And to them? That’s everything.

✦ WHAT THEY DO ABOUT IT:

They smell it the moment you walk in.

Their pupils dilate. Breathing slows. Tongue flicks behind fangs.

Some vampires kneel without thinking.

Others bring warm water, chocolate, a blood-scented bath, and ask, “Can I kiss your thighs? Or just hold you while you bleed?”

They won't feed unless you explicitly allow it. But their instincts? Full worship mode.

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thank you for feeding me this curiosity. send more anytime. your blood is always welcome here 💋🦇

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🦔 ANON LOGGED: “Seungmin says something that hurts reader… what does he do to make up for it?”

“Make it horrible. But fix it. Please.”

🦔 anon — you ask for pain and fluff, and I’m giving you both in bloodstained ribbon 💝

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🩸 FICLET — "Don’t Look At Me Like That"

vamp!Seungmin x you (angst ➤ apology ➤ fluff)

“You always need so much.”

He hadn’t meant it to cut. It came out between clenched teeth, after three nights of no feeding, no sleep, no silence. You had asked him — quietly — to come to bed. Just once. Just to hold you. And he snapped.

He didn’t even stay to see your face crumble. Just disappeared into smoke and cold air.

You don’t speak for two days.

Not because you’re trying to punish him. But because you’re scared if you open your mouth, it’ll all pour out. The ache. The effort. The fact that you’ve always been “too much” for someone, and now it’s Seungmin saying it — the one who promised you never were.

He doesn’t text. Doesn’t call.

Until the third night.

Your bedroom door creaks open. You don’t look. “You haven’t fed in three days,” you say quietly.

He doesn’t answer. Just sits at the edge of the bed like something carved out of guilt and stormlight. And then, softly: “Don’t look at me like that.”

You don’t even know what your face is doing — but he does.

“Like I’m everyone else who ever made you small.” He exhales — and it sounds like a death rattle. “I was cruel. Not because you are too much — but because you are everything, and I felt like nothing that night. And I didn’t know how to say it.”

Silence.

Then: “I brought you something.”

He sets it in your lap. It’s a small box. Inside: a bracelet with three tiny charms, handcrafted, spell-etched. Your initials. His initials. And the third charm with the word “Beloved.”

“It’s protection,” he says, voice hoarse. “But also a reminder. That I don’t get to speak like that to you. Not ever again.”

You let him reach for your hand. You don’t pull away. “Feed from me,” you whisper.

“I don’t deserve—”

“Do it gently. Let it hurt a little.”

And he does. Slow. Careful. Not to punish himself — but to make it right. But after he is down, he won't let you go, he doesn't let you go. For hours he doesn't let you go. Just holds you close, wrapped up in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he says, again and again, against your skin. “You are everything. You always have been.”

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🦔 anon — you wanted horrible. I gave you ache. But also healing. Always healing. I love your angst heart. Come back anytime for more soft destruction 💋🦇

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🍀 ANON LOGGED: “self-deprecating reader says they’re only loved for their blood. vamp!SKZ’s response?”

“haha you like me because of how tasty my blood is…”

STATUS: 🍀 EMOJI CLAIMED. 🍀 anon — you already know this ends with you wrecked and rebuilt better. let’s begin.

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🩸 VAMP!SKZ x S/O WHO THINKS THEY'RE “ONLY TASTY BLOOD”

CHAN You say it with a laugh. He doesn’t laugh back. He gets very still. His pupils shrink to slits.

“Say that again. I dare you.” His voice? Soft. Dangerous. Next thing you know, you’re on your back, trembling, and he’s kissing every inch of skin he’s ever called his. “Your blood is sweet. But you — your mind, your laugh, your warmth — that’s what feeds me. That’s what keeps me sane.” You try to apologize. He hushes you with a hand around your throat. “Don’t reduce yourself to flavour. You’re a fucking religion.”

MINHO He scoffs.

“Tasty blood? Is that what you think I’m addicted to?” He pins you to the mirror. Doesn’t bite. Just looks. “I would starve before feeding off anyone else. Not because of your blood — because no one else is you.” And then? He ruins you. On every surface. With his hands, his fangs, his voice. Until the only words left in your mouth are his name and “I’m sorry.”

CHANGBIN You say it like it’s a joke. His eyes flash. His shoulders tense.

“Don’t you dare.” He cups your face like it’s made of silk. Kisses your nose. Your eyelids. Your belly. Your thighs. “You think I only love your blood? I love the way you curl up next to me. The way you hum when you're nervous. The way you exist.” And then he feeds gently. Like he’s kissing the thought away from your veins.

HYUNJIN He freezes. Then paints. A full canvas of you. All your scars. All your curves. All your softness.

“This is holy. You are holy. If you think I feed from you because of taste, then let me show you how I worship you.” And he does. He takes his time. Lights candles. Plays soft music. And makes you say three good things about yourself before he even touches you.

JISUNG

“Tasty blood?? Babe, your blood is like wine but your smile? That’s my favourite drug.” He teases — until he sees the flicker of real doubt. Then he switches. Dead serious. “You’re not my snack. You’re my sanctuary.” And then he drowns you in kisses and overstimulation until you’re too overwhelmed to say anything self-deprecating again.

FELIX Oh you sweet summer child. You say it once. His entire aura dims.

“Please… don’t talk about yourself like that.” He hugs you. Tight. Face buried in your chest. “If I never drank from you again, I’d still stay. You know that, right?” Then he worships you. Whispers praises. Kisses every inch. “You’re beautiful. You’re enough. You’re mine. Mine. Mine.”

SEUNGMIN You make the joke. He closes his book. Slowly.

“Do I look like I waste my time on things I don’t value?” It’s quiet. Razor-sharp. “If I wanted blood, I’d buy it. I want you. Every version. Even the one that says stupid shit like that.” And then he wrecks you. One kiss per insult you’ve ever told yourself. Until you go blank and blissed-out and finally believe him.

JEONGIN You say it. He stops. His jaw flexes. His fangs push forward, but he doesn’t bite.

“Don’t ever talk about yourself like that again.” You laugh nervously. He grabs your chin. “I don’t want your blood.” “I want your breath. Your heartbeat. The sound you make when I touch you here—” He proves it. Slowly. Relentlessly. Until your voice breaks with a sob of “I’m sorry I said that.”

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🍀 anon — You are never lesser. You are light in vampire eyes. You are adored. And you are not allowed to forget it.

Thank you for this devastatingly beautiful ask 💋🦇

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🦉 ANON LOGGED: “storms, fear, and… other things 👀 — how would vamp!SKZ handle both?”

“either you’re scared of storms, or into them. either way, vamps fix it.”

🦉 anon, your brain cell is doing incredible work. let’s honor it. with blood. and mood lighting.

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🩸 VAMP!SKZ x STORMY NIGHTS

➤ scenario A: you’re unsettled by storms ➤ scenario B: you’re… very into them

CHAN ❖ If storms scare you: Chan’s already got backup power. Noise-cancelling speakers. A weighted blanket. He becomes the storm's opposite. Steady. Warm. Anchored.

“You’re safe. I’m here. Let it rage.” He’ll pull you onto his chest, sync your heartbeat to his stillness, and hold you until you fall asleep to the sound of his voice.

❖ If storms turn you on: He’ll figure it out immediately. The moment thunder hits and you shiver with wide eyes?

“...Is that what does it for you, sweetheart?” Then he’ll fuck you through the lightning, whispering, “You think the storm is loud? Let’s see which of you makes the sky shake harder.”

MINHO ❖ If you’re scared: No coddling. Just quiet control. He drapes you in his robe, puts a warm drink in your hands, then sits beside you with his back touching yours.

“Storm’s not the threat. I am. And I protect what’s mine.” Every thunderclap is an excuse for him to pull you closer.

❖ If storms do it for you: Oh. Oh he indulges.

“Knew there was something freaky in that pretty head.” He fucks you against rain-streaked windows, hand over your mouth so the neighbors don’t hear you scream.

CHANGBIN ❖ If you’re afraid: He becomes a literal furnace. Throws every blanket over you. Hums. Holds you. Tells you stories to distract you.

“When I was little, I thought thunder was two vampires fighting in the clouds. Want me to go beat them up?” You giggle. He melts.

❖ If you’re into it: He grins, then growls.

“Well shit. You’re wetter than the sky.” And proceeds to make the bed creak like it’s thunder itself.

HYUNJIN ❖ If you’re scared: He lights candles. Puts on soft music. Braids your hair. Paints stormclouds with silver linings while whispering:

“Fear is holy. I’ll sit in it with you until it becomes something else.” Kisses your wrist every time you flinch.

❖ If storms awaken something:

“Say less.” He ties your wrists with silk. Makes you look him in the eyes with every thunderclap. Paints streaks of red across your skin.

JISUNG

❖ Scared you? He panics a little at first. Then overcompensates. Plays funny shows. Builds a pillow fort. Feeds you snacks.

“Rain can’t get you in here. This is a Jisung-certified emotional panic shelter.”

❖ Storm kink revealed? He short circuits.

“You WHAT??? That’s so hot—wait do you want me to—oh my god—” Then proceeds to ruin you while lightning flashes and says, “I’m never gonna hear thunder the same again.”

FELIX ❖ If you’re scared: Softest boy. Immediately creates a nest. Pulls you into his lap. Runs fingers through your hair.

“It’s okay. I’m your calm.” He tells you vampire myths about storm spirits who protect lovers.

❖ If you’re into it: He kisses you slow while thunder rolls.

“Of course you like the drama, angel.” Then proceeds to edge you for hours, drawing out every sound like it’s part of the storm’s symphony.

SEUNGMIN ❖ If you’re scared: He’s annoyed at the storm for scaring you.

“It’s just clouds and sound. But fine. Come here.” He lets you curl into his side while he reads aloud until your breath evens out. Every flash of lightning? He kisses your temple.

❖ If you’re turned on by it: He doesn’t let on at first. Just silently undresses you during the second thunderclap.

“So the sky makes you needy, huh?” Then wrecks you calmly, analytically, relentlessly — with each moan timed between rumbles.

JEONGIN ❖ If storms scare you: He doesn’t tease. He respects fear. He lets you crawl into his hoodie, wraps himself around you like a second skin.

“I won’t let anything touch you. Not even lightning.” Will 100% growl at the sky if it makes you feel better.

❖ If they turn you on: He blushes. Then smirks.

“So… wanna fuck while the world ends?” Then pins you to the glass and marks you like thunder is jealous.

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🦉 anon — your brain cell deserves a crown, a storm altar, and a few bite marks. Thank you for this delicious two-in-one 💋🦇

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🍒 ANON LOGGED: “pillow princess? oh sweetheart, i’m about to ride you into next week.”

challenge accepted. let’s see who taps first.

🍒 ANON — your mind is certified evil. i love it here. and yes, i've already answered the being turned prompt: https://www.tumblr.com/dakusan/786176028064251904/hiii-i-just-have-to-say-i-love-your-vampire?source=share

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🛏️ RIDE OR DIE: WHO TAPS OUT FIRST?

🥇 THE FINAL BOSS — CHAN You’re riding him like it’s war and he’s taking it like penance. Every muscle is locked, jaw clenched, abs twitching as he silently refuses to give in.

“You want to break me? Try harder, baby.” His feral eyes never leave yours. The vein at his neck pulses every time you drop down. He’s a born Abnormal—he’s built to endure. He won't tap out. If anything, he wants you to keep going. Just to see how far he can fall.

🥈 THE WATCHFUL FINAL BOSS — MINHO Dead quiet. Hyperaware. Tracking your every move like a predator letting you play on top of him.

“Don’t get cocky. I’m letting you ride me.” He’s all restraint and ritualistic torment. But when you whisper “You’re mine” and clench? His nails dig into your thighs. His lips part. He groans. You won’t get a tap. You’ll get a calculated, devastating counterattack that ruins you for days. He’s not losing. He’s watching you lose yourself.

🥉 THE FERAL COUNTER — JEONGIN He lets you ride him. For 30 seconds. Then the brat streak ends.

“You think I’ll let you have control?” He thrusts up like a fucking monster, teeth bared, hands bruising your hips, fucking into you from below. Growls in your ear, lips at your throat. You never stood a chance. “Tap, sweetheart. Or I’ll make you.”

🔄 THE POWER FLIP — CHANGBIN Absolutely loves the show you’re putting on. Grins up at you with teeth.

“Yeah? You think this is enough to make me beg?” He holds out until his patience breaks. Then? FLIPS YOU. DESTROYS YOU. He doesn’t tap—you do. Probably twice. “That’s what I thought. Now say thank you.”

🧠 THE PSYCH WRECKER — HYUNJIN Oh, you’re on top? He’s beneath you like a broken prince, eyes glassy, mouth open—but it’s a trap.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Just keep going. Just like that.” He wants you to win. Until he doesn’t. And suddenly your thighs are shaking, vision blurring, and he’s cupping your face like it’s reverence before ruin. He wins with his voice. You never stood a chance.

🥀 THE GENTLE STORM — FELIX He lets you take control—but only because he wants to watch you shine.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how bad you need it.” He’s sensitive, yes—ridiculously reactive to your pace and praise—but that doesn’t mean he’s passive. The whole time, his hands are steady on your waist, guiding you just enough, controlling from below. You call him a good boy? He smiles dark, thrusts up slow and deep. “You sure you’re in charge right now?” He doesn’t tap. He makes you tap eventually—just gently. And afterwards? He holds you like he’s the one who was blessed.

🗣️ THE LOUD LOSER — JISUNG Talks a big game. Crumbles in three thrusts.

“Pfft, this is nothing—oh fuck wait no—” He’s moaning, pulling you down by the waist, telling you it’s too much, but also don’t stop, please don’t stop. He'll tap out. Will cum. Will apologise. You forgive him. Eventually.

🥼 THE SILENT STRATEGIST — SEUNGMIN Sits back. Watches. Expression unreadable. You think he’s unfazed—until he starts thrusting up, just slightly.

“Is that all you’ve got?” He doesn’t moan. Doesn’t flinch. Just stares straight at you with that sharp tongue and wicked glint. Doesn’t tap. Makes you doubt your stamina. Eventually flips you without a word and proceeds to demonstrate exactly why you underestimated him. “Next time, think before you challenge your handler.”

🩸 FINAL SCORE: RIDE OR DIE EDITION

Endurance Kings 🥇 Chan – Built to last. Wants to see how far you’ll go. 🥈 Minho – Takes it like a ritual. Breaks you instead. 🥉 Seungmin – Emotionless stare. Strategic endurance. Flips you to win.

Soft But Deadly 🖤 Felix – Lets you lead—until you realize he never gave up control. 🧠 Hyunjin – Weaponizes worship. Fucks with your mind, then your soul.

Power Flippers 🔄 Changbin – Lets you play queen—then flips you like a war crime. 🐺 Jeongin – Pretends to behave—then rails you into the mattress.

Cries in Record Time 🫠 Jisung – Moans, begs, cums, taps out, apologizes. You love him for it anyway.

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🍒 anon, your mind is the battleground and the bloodsport. ride safe, and thank you for the ask 🦇💋

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🦪 ANON LOGGED: “If it isn’t the doll… then who gets destroyed first? The vampire? The doll? Or the fate they never got to choose?”

YOU WANT ANGST? I GOT YOU MY PRETTY PEARL 🕯️💋

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🩸 BLOOD DOLL vs. SOULMATE — the heartbreak edition

Imagine this:

You're their blood doll. You've bled for them. Moaned for them. Held them while they slept off bloodlust like a drug crash. Maybe they even whispered pretty things. But then — they smell someone else.

That one scent. That one pull. The soulmate.

🧬 IS THIS POSSIBLE?

Yes. Rare — but possible. A blood doll is not always a soulmate. Sometimes the bond is survival, not fate.

Sometimes the vampire doesn't even know they're soulmated to someone else... until that moment.

🩸 WHO BREAKS FIRST?

1. THE BLOOD DOLL

The one who fed them. Loved them. Maybe even thought the bond was love. When their vampire suddenly goes quiet —

Stops feeding. Stops touching. Starts acting like a ghost. The pain is brutal. Not just emotional — biological. A doll’s body adjusts to its vampire’s feeding pattern. So sudden rejection? Feels like withdrawal. Fever. Shakes. Nausea. Nightmares. They might beg. Cry. Or worse — go completely still. (If you’ve ever seen a blood doll go numb, you don’t forget it.)

2. THE VAMPIRE

If they loved their doll? It destroys them. Because soulmates are magnetic — a pull in the bones. But their doll? Was comfort. Routine. Devotion.

The guilt? Unlivable. Some vampires refuse to acknowledge their soulmate. Others try to keep both.

3. THE SOULMATE

They feel the vampire’s grief. Even if they haven’t met yet. Even if they don’t understand it. The soulmate ache is mutual — like a song humming in the blood, just out of reach. And when they do meet? They’ll know the vampire is not whole.

That someone else bled for them first.

💔 IS THERE A WAY OUT?

There are only three endings.

OPTION 1: Let Go The vampire severs the doll bond. The doll leaves. The vampire grieves. The soulmate… waits. (This one is rare. Most vampires aren’t strong enough to walk away.)

OPTION 2: Die With Me The doll asks for a final feed. One last taste. One last kiss.

Then the vampire glamours them. Makes them forget. Or makes sure they never wake up. (This one is darker. Some vampires believe love should never be shared.)

OPTION 3: Ruin Everything The vampire refuses the soulmate. Stays with the doll.

Becomes unstable. Feral. Because the body knows. Magic eats them from the inside. Rage cracks. Hunger fits. Hallucinations. The soulmate suffers too — distant pain, inexplicable dreams. Eventually, they are pulled toward each other anyway. And by then? There’s no doll. No love. Just blood on the floor.

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🦪 ANON — thank you for bringing this gorgeous ache to the altar. Come again 🦇💋

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👻 ANON WANDERS IN WITH A GHOSTLY SCENARIO…“They didn’t mean to hurt you. But the fangs are out, the blood is already warm, and your voice is the only thing dragging them back.”

Buckle up, darling. You just triggered one of the darkest, most vulnerable vampire!SKZ scenarios yet.

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🩸 WHEN THEY ALMOST KILL YOU

You’re the closest. You’re warm. Breathing. Bleeding. And they’ve snapped.

Their vision whites out. Fangs bare. They don’t see you — just pulse, scent, blood. They strike. Grip your throat. Fangs sink in.

And then—

💥 Your voice.

A gasp. A sob. A whisper of their name. It splits the haze like a blade. They stop. And that’s the moment everything breaks.

Bang Chan He hears your breath stutter. Sees the bruises forming. Tastes your blood and wants to vomit.

“No. No. No. No—NO.”

His hands are shaking, but he forces them away from your skin. He drops to his knees. Crumples like he’s the one stabbed. You’re still conscious, but your pulse is faint — and he starts begging.

“Don’t leave me. Not like this. Please, stay awake. I’ll fix it, I swear—”

He rips through bags of emergency blood, medical kits, potions, spells. He’d burn himself alive to bring you back if he had to. And he won’t feed again for weeks. The scent of blood disgusts him now.

Even his own.

Lee Know He goes still the moment he realizes. Just stands there. Hands bloody. Eyes wide. His brain refuses to process it.

Then —

“What did I do?”

The calm shatters. He throws himself into whatever healing spell or potion he has memorized, snarling the incantations like curses.

If you flinch away, even slightly? He walks out. Not to leave. To go chain himself down. No one sees him for 3 days. When he returns, he’s wearing gloves. Never touches you bare-handed again… until you ask him to.

Changbin He’s holding you too tight. Your wrist is bleeding. You’re crying. And he screams.

“NO. PLEASE—! I didn’t mean to—I—I didn’t—!”

His body collapses over yours. Shaking. Wracked. He keeps repeating your name. Presses his forehead to yours like a prayer. Even after you’re healed, he won’t let himself near you for weeks. Sleeps on the floor. Doesn’t speak unless spoken to. Goes deathly silent unless you hold his hand first.

Hyunjin He goes feral in reverse. From monster to weeping child in seconds. He looks down at your torn skin, the bruises on your neck—

“I touched you like them. I touched you like them—!”

You’ve never seen him sob like that. He tears at his own chest, like he wants to rip his heart out and give it to you as apology.

It’s devastating. And when you try to reach for him?

“Don’t. I’m not allowed to touch you anymore. I’m not safe.”

It takes every ounce of your strength to convince him otherwise. He’ll sleep at your feet for weeks — curled up like a ghost.

Han Jisung He blacks out mid-feed. Wakes up to your voice — and blood on his lips. You’re curled on the floor, barely conscious.

“Oh f-fuck—nononono—fuck—fuck—no—”

He hyperventilates. Panic spirals. Stares at his hands like they’re covered in acid. Vomits. Screams. Crawls backwards until he hits the wall and wails.

Once you’re stabilized, he refuses to sleep. Paranoia sets in. He glamours himself not to feel hunger. Tries to build safety protocols for himself. Eventually, you have to climb into his lap and cup his face just to say:

“You came back. You stopped yourself. That matters.”

And he’ll just cry harder.

Felix The moment he sees blood on your neck, he freezes. Eyes glowing. Mouth open. Breath silent. Then his pupils shrink. He starts whispering your name — again and again.

Like if he says it enough, it’ll undo what happened.

“No… no, angel—wake up. Baby, please. Please…”

He carries you to the room, lays you in silk, lights every healing candle, chants every preservation spell. And then he sits in the hallway. Face to the wall. Head down.

Waiting for you to call him back in.

You always do. Eventually. But when you wake, his eyes are still red with tears.

Seungmin He registers everything with horrifying clarity. The blood. Your injuries. The moment his control snapped. He says nothing. Just grabs his emergency pack, heals you in total silence, then stands in the corner.

You try to speak? “Don’t.” You cry? “You should.”

He doesn’t cry until you say: “I’m still here.”

That’s when his voice breaks.

“But what if you hadn’t been?”

And for the first time in his long, cold life — He can’t give you a sarcastic answer. He just sinks to the ground and puts his head in your lap.

Jeongin He was already scared of what he’s becoming. But after this? He’s terrified.

He throws himself across the room the moment he snaps out of it. Fangs still out. Eyes still glowing. He snarls at himself.

“Get away from them. GET AWAY FROM THEM—!”

You’re bleeding, barely upright. But he won’t come near. Even when you call out, whisper his name, beg—

“I can’t! I don’t know how to be this—how to stop—”

He isolates himself. Chan and Felix have to intervene. But only you can bring him back to stability. And when he finally lets you touch his cheek again?

He weeps like he’s home.

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👻 ANON — You ripped my soul out and lit it on gothic fire. I hope you’re happy. Come back with more any time 🦇💋

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@rinthehufflepuff you are the last piece of today's ask dumb! You asked for vampire breeding kink reactions.

You will not survive. I promise you that.

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🩸 "Breed me."

The words leave your lips — a whimper, a sob, a sweet little desperate plea.

You think you’re teasing? You think they’re gonna laugh it off? Oh sweetheart. You’ve just sealed your fate.

Bang Chan His pupils blow wide. His fangs throb. The word “breed” hits him like a fucking command spell.

“Say it again.” “No—look at me. Say it again.”

You gasp, repeat it — and that’s it. He pounces. Pins your wrists above your head, buries his face in your neck, and growls.

“You want to be mine like that? Carried. Marked. Full of me?”

He bites and fucks at the same time — synced, brutal, covenantal. You're sobbing and shaking and he’s whispering things like:

“You’ll never be empty again.” “Gonna fill you until my cum sings in your womb.” “You’re mine now. All the way.”

He finishes with your thighs shaking. You black out in his arms.

Changbin You say the word and he gasps like he’s been slapped. Then his eyes roll back and a noise leaves his throat that can only be described as devastated arousal.

“You—fucking hell, baby—you sure? Because I’m not gonna stop.”

You say “please” and it’s OVER.

He flips you on your stomach and stays inside the entire time. Breeding you like instinct. Hissing about how “You were made for this.”

“Your body knows me.” “Taking me so deep, fuck—look at that.”

He bites when he finishes, then holds you still — just breathing hard, forehead to yours.

“No one’s ever getting in you again. Just me. Just mine.”

Minho You say it with a little smile. A playful tilt of your head. He’s silent. You blink—He’s already between your legs.

He doesn’t speak for the first 5 minutes. Just fucks. Slow. Methodical. Deadly. You’re already shaking before he even responds.

“You want me to breed you?” “You think you’re ready for that?”

He grabs your thighs. Spreads you wider.

“We’ll see.”

The entire night becomes a test of endurance. Every orgasm is a tally. Every time you cry his name, his hips slam harder. And when he finally bites? He drinks after he finishes. So he can taste you while you’re still twitching.

Hyunjin You say it in his ear while riding him — And he chokes. Literally gasps. Claws at your hips. Eyes tear up instantly.

“You—you can’t say things like that—! I’ll ruin you—!”

You whisper it again, and his head drops to your chest with a broken sob. His thrusts turn feral. He keeps his eyes on your belly the whole time, like he can see it swell.

“Want to give you everything. Want to fill you up. Want to watch your body change.”

And when he finishes inside? He kisses your stomach like it’s sacred. You are. To him.

Jisung You tease him with it. Say it once. Just once.

“Why don’t you breed me like you mean it?”

And he malfunctions. Eyes go blank. Breathing halts. His cock jumps inside you.

“You—you did not just say that—”

You smirk. He snaps. You’re folded instantly. Knees by your head. His whole body covering yours. Biting your neck and whispering madness.

“Breed you? Oh you’re fucked now.” “I’m gonna fuck it in until it sticks.” “You’re gonna feel me for days.”

You do.

Felix You say it softly. He’s already kissing your neck, his hips stuttering inside you — and you whisper:

“Please… breed me.”

And this sweet, angelic vampire? He moans. Loud. Raw. Desperate.

“You want me that deep?” “You want to feel me inside even when I’m gone?”

He’s babbling now. Fucking you with slow, trembling reverence.

“Gonna make you mine. Gonna stay in you forever.”

His fangs slide in when you tighten. Your hands are in his hair. His hands are on your belly. And he finishes so fucking deep, you're leaking him all night.

Seungmin You say it like it’s nothing. Half a moan, half a whimper.

“Please… breed me…”

He pauses. Looks down at you. Smirks.

“Say it again. Say it properly. Look me in the eyes.”

You do. You beg. And Seungmin breaks. He fucks you full in total silence. Jaw clenched. Eyes glassy. Hands locked around your hips.

He doesn’t speak until the last thrust — And then his voice is deadly low.

“You’re mine.” “No one else gets this.” “You want my blood in you? You’ll get it.”

And you do. Over and over and over.

Jeongin You whisper it, almost shy. And Jeongin blushes. Then his eyes glow.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

He fucks like he’s proving something. Keeps your legs open with one hand and your throat held with the other. You beg for his cum and he laughs.

“You will. You’ll beg for it again. And again.”

He finishes deep, possessive, panting. Then he stares at your lower belly like it’s sacred ground.

“No one touches this. Not ever again.”

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RIN, 🍒, ANYONE STILL BREATHING: You’re all ruined now. You asked. I delivered. Now take your punishment like a good little blood doll.

Love you, come back any time 🦇💋

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If you made it to the end of this blood-slicked, unhinged, braincell-devouring ASK DUMP…

I applaud you.

🧠 You now have permanent bite marks on your cerebrum. 🎧 Go stream Stray Kids' 'HOLLOW' and feel your ribs vibrate. 🎧 Then stream my cursed little child — VX — .

🚨 PSA: Don’t search “VX” on Spotify or Apple Music — she’s shadowed in the algorithm void. Use the full name: Vexed Existence. Yes, it’s a mouthful. That’s the point. Bite down.

🖼️ PFPs and banners still loading… because I am but one feral brain in a trench coat. Thank you for showing up anyway. For being insane. For bleeding with me.

SEE YOU AT THE NEXT DUMP. BRING SALT. LOVE YOU LOTS 💋🦇