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frenchfrywrites · 3 years

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It's a full day scene (and we're not in a play)

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top AMAB GN reader, bottom sub mammon, pet play, (nonverbal) subspace, spit kink, feeding, omorashi/watersports/piss, cockring, overstim and edging, begging, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, minor scent kink

“The conditions are perfect!” Mammon yelled as he entered your room- without having knocked mind you. You looked up from your DDD, flummoxed. Mammon, either unaware of your obvious confusion or choosing to ignore it, continued as he made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, “everyone is gonna be out of the house tomorrow, n’ I’m not busy, n’ I assume yer not busy because yer never busy-” you cut him off.

“First of all, I do get busy,” you glared, yet there was no genuine anger behind it, “Second of all, what are you talking about?” Mammon’s brown skin flushed at your question as he fidgeted.

“Ya know what I asked ya about… like a month ago…” you waited expectantly, and Mammon let out a frustrated sigh before he mumbled, “‘bout the full day scene.” Your eyes widened in recognition,

“Oh!” you smiled, and grabbed his hands gently, “yes I do. You want to be my puppy all day tomorrow?” Mammon nodded, still a little embarrassed, but also thrilled by the promise of what was to come, you kissed his hands lovingly before speaking, “Let's talk about how you want it to go then.”

It took a bit, with Mammon getting too excited or flustered at some of your questions and prompts, but the two of you came up with a loose game plan for tomorrow. You were a little intimidated by the fact that Mammon is going to be in and out of subspace for such a long period, but he reminded you that he trusts you, and that you have safe words too. After talking, you go about the rest of your night as you normally would, yet there’s an underlying feeling of excitement between the two of you.

You wake up in the morning with Mammon licking your cheek. Groaning you shove him away gently, but he just refocuses to lick your hand

“Ugh, good morning to you too Mams,” you mumble, your voice a bit hoarse from sleep. You sit up, wiping your spit slicked hand on your blanket. As soon as you’re alert enough to function Mammon nuzzles his face into your neck, moving so he’s seated on your lap. You run your fingers through his hair as he eagerly licks and nips at your neck.

It’s not long before you feel him not so subtly grind his hardening cock against you. He wanted to sleep naked last night, so nothing prevents you from touching his skin when you reach down to stroke him slowly. “You’re already excited, pup?” you question, pulling down his foreskin, and rubbing the head of his dick gently as he jerks his hips into your touch. Mammon pants and lets out a little yips into your neck as you stroke him off. When precum starts to bubble at his tip you pull away. He whines, continuing to jerk his hips even though you’ve stopped touching him. “I’m not going to let you stain these sheets with your cum so early in the day puppy, you’re going to wait until we’re in the shower,” you pat his thigh signaling that he should get up. Mammon hops off the bed, rubbing his thighs together while he waits for you to get up.

He follows you around, still hard and panting, as you move around the room picking out your clothes and grabbing his accessories. When you’re done he rushes ahead of you, into the bathroom. You hear the shower start before you can even reach the door, and his enthusiasm makes you laugh. You take your time brushing your teeth first then undressing while Mammon watches, his head poking out from behind the curtain. He backs up when you move to enter the shower, giving you space to wet your body. As soon as your hair is wet he’s pawing at your side, whining pointedly. You turn to face him,

“Alright puppy, let's take care of you, yeah?” Mammon's face breaks into a grin and he licks your face unapologetically now that you can easily wash off his slobber. You take him into your hand, once again jerking him off, while his hands grip your shoulders. Mammon’s tongue finds your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss as he whines and moans into your mouth. It doesn’t take him long to cum, shooting off onto your stomach. The shower spray cleans it off of you, which is sort of disappointing as you’ve taken a liking to watching Mammon lick his messes off of you.

“Gotta piss, master,” Mammon speaks for the first time today, letting you know he’s been pulled out of his nonverbal subspace

“Go ahead pup, but if you get hard after I’m not going to let you get off,” you decide. Mammon whines, pressing his flaccid cock against your stomach before letting go. His pee is hotter than the shower water that cleans you off and he reaches down to rub what he can into your skin, tickling you and making you suppress giggles. When he’s done he screws his eyes closed while you feel him twitch against you. You gather he’s trying to will himself not to get hard, and by the looks of it, it’s taking him some effort not to do so.

“You done?” he nods at your question, still closing his eyes, “then let’s get washed up.” You clean yourself first, Mammon helping where he can (essentially he just rubs his soapy hands over your body), but mostly he just watches you. You take your time when you scrub him down and wash his hair. You want him to start the day feeling safe and secure with you, and this is one way to go about it.

When you’re done you turn off the water and get out. Mammon follows, shaking his head as he exits, flinging water all over the bathroom.

“Mammon!!” you cry, quickly throwing a towel over his head to prevent any more damage. You laugh as you gently help him dry off. By the time you’re done Mammon has gone back to panting softly. You feel a twinge in your bladder.

“Ah, I’ve got to go pee too,” Mammon is falling to his knees as soon as he hears “pee” fall from your lips. He opens his mouth, looking up at you expectantly. “Good boy,” you run a hand through his still damp hair, and slip your cock into his warm, wet mouth. He deepthroats you with ease, and you have to really focus on relaxing, because the way that Mammon swallows around you does not help. Eventually you start to relieve yourself, filling his mouth with your piss. Mammon moans around you, his eyes fluttering shut as he gulps down what you give him. When you’re done Mammon keeps sucking, getting you hard in his mouth. You tug on his hair, guiding him up and down on your cock at the pace you want. “Good puppy,” you praise as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming. Mammon looks back up at you through his white lashes, and that’s what pulls you over. You cum down his throat, holding his head at the base of your dick until you’re done.

When you release him, Mammon kisses the head of your dick sweetly, then stands back up, his cock hard. He rubs himself against your thigh, and you laugh, “again puppy, seriously? I told you, you're not going to get off again,” you remind him, causing him to whine pitifully. He listens though, shuffling back to give you space. You turn around, grab Mammon's tooth brush and apply toothpaste. When you turn back around Mammon is crowding into your personal space with his mouth open. “What a good puppy I have,” he puffs up at your praise, and you get to work brushing his teeth for him.

When you’re done with brushing his teeth, you grab his hand and lead him out into the bedroom. “Sit,” you command simply, pointing at the bed. Mammon does as he’s told, watching you get dressed while he pants softly, his cock still hard between his legs. You’re honestly a bit shocked that he’s being such an obedient pet right now.

You bring Mammon’s accessories to the bed so he doesn’t have to move. Carefully you attach his white faux ears, patting his head when you’re done. Mammon lets out a happy bark that you laugh at. You fasten his gold collar around his neck next, connecting a simple black leather leash to the ring in the middle. Then you look down at his crotch, “I know we talked last night about caging you, but you’re being such a good boy I don’t think you deserve that,” Mammon smiles up at you, bouncing a bit at your praise. “Plus, I can’t put it on while you’re hard. We’ll just do your tail for now, ok?” You ask, to which Mammon nods happily.

You pick up the lube and Mammon takes that as a cue to turn over, adjusting so his ass is up while his head rests comfortably on the bed. You lube up your fingers, running your hand over his ass while you wait for it to warm. Once you deem it good enough, you rub two fingers over his twitching hole before slipping them in. Mammon moans at the intrusion, pushing his hips back against your fingers. You get to work on stretching him open, knowing you have a limited time until Mammon cums from your fingers alone.

You inform him that you’re going to remove your fingers when he’s prepped enough, and yet he still whines when you pull them out. Then, you lube up the butt plug end of his white tail, and massage his rim with your still lubed up fingers while you wait for that to warm as well. Mammon whines and moans when you finally insert the plug into him. As you finish you smack his ass lightly with the hand that’s still dry to hear him yip quietly.

“Cute boy, c’mon, I’m going to wash my hands and we can go eat,” Mammon slowly gets off the bed, adjusting to the feel of the plug rubbing against his insides while he walks. “Oh!” you stop him before you go to the bathroom, grabbing the cockring you almost missed. “I can’t have my puppy cumming without permission, can I?” you muse as you slip the ring over his erection. You gather the precum that’d been accumulating at his head with your fingers and bring them up to Mammon's mouth. He licks your fingers off, staring you down as he sucks sloppily on them. You tug on his tongue causing him to yelp, “behave yourself,” you remind him, and make your way to the bathroom.

After washing your hands you lead Mammon by his leash down to the kitchen. True to his word, everyone is out of the house for one reason or another, and you thank whatever force that made it so. You make yourself a bowl of cereal, and a fruit bowl for Mammon. Sitting down at the table, Mammon joins you, sitting (or as best as he can with a tail in) on the floor next to you. You eat slowly, hand feeding Mammon fruit between bites. He eats carefully, trying his best not to nick your fingers with his teeth as he does.

When you’re done you lead Mammon back to the kitchen to set your dishes in the sink. While there you fill a glass of water for him, and bring it to his lips, making him drink it all before you head back upstairs.

“Okay puppy,” you unleash him as soon as you’re back in the room, “go sit on the bed while I work,” Mammon does as he’s told, moving your pillows and blankets to make a little pile for himself before curling up in it. You grab a water bottle, tossing it onto the bed gently, “stay hydrated,” you tenderly remind him. You then plop down at your desk and start working on assignments for RAD.

You get a few hours of good work done before Mammon starts to get restless. Shuffling noises coming from your bed distract you, and you look over to see him humping one of your pillows. “Mams,” you warn, voice hard and sudden. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out an embarrassed whine as he obediently stills his hips. He then huffs in annoyance before laying back down. You return to your work, but you have a feeling he’s going to get restless again.

You’re correct in your suspicions. Half an hour later you hear him whining and shuffling around again, this time with the addition of him sniffing. When you turn back around he’s humping the pillow again, his face shoved into it to try and stifle his moans while he sniffs the scent you left on it. You sigh and put down your pen, quietly and swiftly making your way to the bed. When you get there you grab his hair roughly, and pull him up to look at you. Mammon squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut, his hips still grinding on the pillow. “Cut that out right now, or I’ll cage you,” you threaten. He whines, trying to shake his head as best as he can. “Be a good puppy for,” you check the clock, “another half an hour, and we’ll have lunch,” you promise. Mammon nods, obeying and immobilizing his hips but whining softly at the loss of friction. When you release your hold on his hair his head flops against the pillow, and you pet him gently, “be good and you’ll get a reward Mams,” you promise.

The next half hour goes by without issue. When you get up from the desk Mammon is hopping out of the bed and grabbing his leash, bringing it back in his mouth for you. You laugh, “you’re going to stay up here, I’ll bring lunch back here, ok?” Mammon wilts at your words, whining sadly. You pet his head, “I’ll only be a minute, promise,” he nods, returning back to the bed and curling up in his pile of soft things. As you leave you wonder if he’s too deep in headspace to realize this is a test on his behavior.

You make the two of you Hell-sauce flavored instant noodles as a reward for his obedience so far, quickly hurrying back to your room. When you get back Mammon has taken to chewing on one of the pillows, but otherwise is in the same position you left him in. “Good boy!” you praise as you join him on the bed. Mammon perks up, smiling at you while you get settled in his accumulation of pillows and blankets. You set one cup of noodles on your bedside table, “open up,” you request, holding a forkful up to Mammon. He scoots closer as he eats, practically in your lap by the time you’re done feeling him. You decide to just pull him into your lap fully, hyper aware of avoiding his plug, then you eat your lunch. Mammon cuddles into you as you eat, sniffing you every once in a while. You notice that he’s no longer hard, so between bites you remove the cockring, pocketing it for the time being.

You take your time eating, savoring the peace. It doesn’t last for long though.

After a few minutes you feel something wet on your lap, and then Mammon is whining up a storm. He’s looking up at you with worried watery eyes, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You can feel yourself start to harden at the realization that he’s pissing on you. You’re still holding onto your lunch, so lean over to put your cup down on your bedside table again before wrapping your arms around Mammon. “It’s ok pup,” you reassure, “you just had an accident, I’m not mad,” he nuzzles his head into your chest, clutching onto your shirt, his hands shaking a bit. When he’s done you pat his thigh, “alright, I don’t want to get cold, let’s clean this up.” Mammon stands on shaky legs, so you help him get steady by holding his hand. When you assess the damage you realize that most of it got on you, or the pillows and blankets that he’d assembled. Thank God you don’t have to wash your sheets.

Mammon watches you first remove the affected pillows and blankets- it takes you a bit as he refuses to let go of your hand. He whines as soon as you release his hand to take off your wet pants. Moving into your space, he paws at your hands. “I know you like holding hands, Mams, but these pants are uncomfortable for me,” you explain, ignoring his nonverbal complaints as you pull down your pants. His whines shift to a long drawn out moan at the sight of your half hard cock, and he pulls out his big puppy eyes. You purse your lips for a second as you think. “Can you tell me what you want?” it’s a safe open-ended question, either he can or he can’t. Mammon clears his throat,

“I wanna,” his voice is shaky after hours of simply whining, “I wanna warm ya while yer doing yer work,” he flushes and nervously fiddles with his collar. You smile, brushing some of his hair away from his face and scratching behind his faux ears,

“Of course pup, good job using your words,” Mammon mimics your smile shyly.

While he makes the space under your desk comfortable (shoving a pillow under there for his knees), you grab some wipes and the vibrating cockring that's controlled by an app on your phone. Before he can go under you wipe him down and slip it on. You wipe yourself down, but ignore your cock as Mammon will have that part of you in his mouth in no time.

The two of you transition into the second half of your day like this, with you doing your work while Mammon sits under your desk cockwarming you. Every so often you reach down to pet his hair gently, turn on the ring, or remove him briefly so his jaw doesn’t get stiff. He doesn’t make much noise except for the occasional slurp around you, or when you turn up the vibrations he’ll moan. Sometime in the later half of the afternoon you finish all the work you wanted to get done, so you shut your laptop and look down to see Mammon looking up at you expectantly.

“Mmm puppy you’re so cute,” you praise, grabbing your phone and turning up the vibrating cockring to the highest level. “Think you can give me a dry orgasm, precious?” you ask, your tone so casual it’s as if you’re inquiring about the weather. Mammon moans around you, his eyes watering; you can see his hips shaking, and you know he’s trying to move the plug inside of him so it rubs against his prostate. The sight of him makes you harden in his mouth.

“Make me cum before you do,” you command, and Mammon gets right to work. He’s sucking and bobbing like his life depends on it. His sheer enthusiasm would make you laugh if it were not for how good it felt. Your hands hold on tight to his white hair, yet unlike this morning, you let him move freely, rather than using his hair to move his head along your length. He pulls off your cock to lick and suck at your heavy balls, using one of his hands to sloppily jerk you off as he does. When you start to leak precum he sucks and licks at your head until you’re cursing up a storm. As soon as he takes you down to the base again you’re pulled over the edge, watching his eyes roll into his head as you fill his mouth with your hot cum. Your toes curl, closing your thighs around his head to hold him in place. Mammon is moaning around your cock, his hips thrusting erratically as he experiences a dry orgasm. When you're both finished you release his head and manage out a semi stern, “enough.” He pulls off slowly, a string of saliva connecting from your cock to his lips.

“Hurts,” Mammon’s voice cracks, eyes watering at the overstimulation. You hastily turn off the vibrations, move your desk chair back a bit, then hoist mammon up into your lap. His dick is very red, still hard, and coated in precum.

“Is it ok for me to take off the cockring puppy?” Mammon, still crying, buries his head into your neck, finding your hand and holding onto it fiercely.

“Mhmm,” he prepares for the overwhelming sensation that will come with taking it off. With his permission you carefully pull off the ring, and Mammon bites down hard on your shoulder, squeezing your hand, as he cums all over his chest and stomach. You coo and praise him softly as he works himself through his second orgasm within minutes.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” after being edged for hours, you imagine getting that off is a relief. Yet he's probably overstimulated with how he came twice in such a short period of time. Mammon has taken to sucking on the spot he bit, refusing to lift his head even after his cock softens. “Do you want to take a bath puppy?” you ask gently, rubbing your free hand along his back. Mammon finally releases your skin to nod. You reach over to the wipes you set on your desk, and wipe him up as best as you can. “I have to pull out your tail for the bath baby, is that ok?” Mammon nods again, so you gently and very carefully remove his tail from him before lifting him up. Mammon circles his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. Having him secure you start walking.

When you reach the bathroom you gently put Mammon down on the toilet, and set his tail- that you carried with you in case he wanted it after- on the sink counter. He moves his arms from your neck to around your waist as you remove his ears. When you reach for his collar Mammon stops you with a high pitched whine, “That’s ok puppy, we can keep that on,” you assure, and he nods, letting his eyes fall shut as you maneuver him into the tub. You start the water, making sure the temperature is comfortable for him. Mammon reaches for your hand again as you wait for the tub to fill up. His hands are sweaty in your grasp, yet you don't mind one bit. Once the water reaches the amount that you want you turn off the faucet, and reach for a bath bomb. Mammon watches it fizzle with great interest as he leans his head against the wall.

After a while of soaking you can tell Mammon is coming out from his subspace by the way he starts to ramble.

"Can ya join me in here? Ya look funny sitting there with no pants on," he snorts out a giggle, and then he reddens once he realizes what he's said, "I mean, you don't have to. I don't need you in the bath with me, I'm doin’ just fine now," but you're already pulling off your shirt. Mammon moves up so you can slip in behind him. He sits between your legs, now leaning against your back. "You were so cruel, makin' me wait to cum. Now my dick hurts," he whines, rubbing your legs that cocoon around him.

"Does it really?" You wonder, mildly concerned that you pushed him too hard.

"Nah,'' He admits after a while, "I'm a big powerful demon," he adds, like you might've forgotten. "But imagine if it did! That'd be mean. You should treat the great Mammon with more respect and care," you roll your eyes, but he can't see that.

"Sure thing puppy," you run your fingers lightly along his spine, "you done for the day or-" Mammon cuts you off with a disgruntled squawk.

"I could go a million rounds if I wanted to," he brags even though you know that’s a complete and utter lie. "'Sides when are we gonna get a chance like this again? I wanna use our time to the fullest," he slaps your thighs to accentuate his point, causing you to laugh.

"Good, because I still want to fuck your tight hole," Mammon squeaks, turning back to look at you.

"Not fair! Don't get me hard in the bath!" He whines, hitting your thigh.

"You've got a hair trigger you know that," you tease and watch his neck redden with flush. Mammon mumbles something under his breath so you tug on the front of his collar gently, "what was that?"

"Said, only fer you," he speaks up, crossing his arms and looking down. You kiss the exposed part of his neck tenderly,

"You're such a sweet puppy Mams, what did I do to deserve such a good boy?" Mammon huffs at your overexuberant praise, but you can tell he likes it from the way he leans into you and relaxes.

You sit in the bath for a while longer, stopping once Mammon starts grinding back against you. “You’re not slick,” you inform him, reaching around to grope his half hard cock. He moans softly, looking up at you,

“Ya gonna fuck me now?” he asks sweetly to which you frown,

“Where’s your manners pup?” Mammon’s eyes widen,

“'M sorry. Please master, please fuck me now,” he tries again, still grinding back against you.

“Better, but I think you need to remember your place puppy,” Mammon bites his lip nervously. “Stand up,” he does, slowly so he doesn’t fall. You join him, guiding him out of the tub. You grab a towel for you and Mams; wrapping his around him while you actively dry off. Then, you help Mammon dry off. “Go to the bed and wait for me,” you instruct, smacking his ass as he moves to leave. He yelps, and flushes as you watch him hurry back into your room. When he’s gone you clean up the bathroom a bit, drain the bath, and wash off the butt plug end of Mammon’s tail. Turns out you didn’t need it.

It only takes you a few minutes, but when you enter your room Mammon is fingering himself already. He’s got your bottle of lube next to him, tweaking his nipple with his free hand, and his faux ears are sloppily attached to his head. He hasn’t noticed you watching him, too consumed with stretching himself out to focus on anything else. You get hard watching him desperately finger fuck himself, so eager to have something inside of him. When he starts panting your name you click your tongue and his head shoots up, stopping but not pulling his fingers out yet. “Naughty boy,” Mammon whimpers,

“Nuh- no, was trying to be good, get ready for you,” he tries, finally removing his fingers. You make your way to the bed, tossing his tail at the other end.

“You couldn’t be patient and wait a few minutes could you pup? Your slutty hole can’t wait to be filled, you naughty puppy,” you grab his thighs and pull him down under you, Mammon squeaks at your rough manhandling of him. With one hand you grab the lube next to him and coat your cock, “you’re going to regret touching yourself without permission,” you tell him, and thrust fully into him. He lets out a little grunt at the feeling of suddenly being so full, pre collecting at his head already. You don’t wait for him to adjust, but you start out slow, grabbing his hips for leverage.

“Faster,” he begs, grinding back against you. You spank his thigh hard,

“Mind your fucking manners pup,” you growl, keeping your pace steady. Mammon wails,

“‘M sorry master,” he wraps his legs around your waist, “please faster, please,” he tries again. You ignore his pleas, continuing to fuck him hard and slow. Mammon begs and whines under you, his hands coming up to play with his nipples. You allow him, thinking it’s cute how he knows not to touch his weeping cock, yet he’s still searching for pleasure.

Eventually you lose your patience with fucking him so slow, so you quicken your pace. Mammon howls as you do,

“Oh thank you master, thank you, thank you,” he babbles, clenching around you as you fuck him good and deep. You grunt as he flutters and clenches around you, angling your hips so you hit his prostate with each thrust. Mammon lets out little “ah, ah, ah's", his mouth falling open, his eyes fluttering shut, as he grabs the sheets beneath him. Grabbing the ring at the front of his collar with one hand, you pull him up into a sloppy, filthy kiss. It’s messy and desperate, with him sucking on your tongue and your teeth occasionally clacking. When you pull back to catch your breath Mammon is panting, drool covering his lips and chin, looking up at you with glazed over eyes.

“You gonna cum soon puppy?” you ask, your voice rough and deep. All Mammon can do is nod, arching his back and clenching around you. You let go of his collar, and reach down to stroke him off, “go ahead puppy,” you permit, once again pulling down his foreskin to give his head attention. Mammon jerks helplessly as he tries to grind against your cock and fuck your fist simulatiously.

“Gon’ cum master, ungh fuck, thank you,” he mumbles before tensing up and cumming into your hand. He squeezes around you like a vice, clamping his eyes shut, while his mouth drops open in a silent scream. You fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm as Mammon falls apart on your cock. “Cum inside please master, please, fill me with yer cum, please- No!” he feels you pull out fully, his eyes shooting open. You jerk yourself off and cum on his cock and stomach instead, moaning his name as you do.

When you come down from your high you notice Mammon is crying, sobbing, at the fact that you didn’t fill him up. You hush and coo, holding him close while swiping away his tears gently. He leans into your touch, wrapping his arms around you to ground himself,

“I told you, you were going to regret touching yourself, pup,” you remind him softly, kissing him lovingly. When you pull away he’s not as distraught,

“If ‘m good, then you’ll fill me up with yer cum?” he asks sweetly. You huff out a laugh,

“Of course puppy, are you going to behave?” he nods eagerly at your question, “good boy,” you praise, stretching out his hole and pressing your flaccid cock inside. “We’ll wait until I’m hard again and then I’ll give you my cum, okay puppy?”

“Thank you master,” Mammon sighs, smiling in a way that makes you know that you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.

#is it obvious that this is seriously so self indulgent?#If this flops we can all pretend that we didnt see it ok?#im literally so embarrassed by this one.. i feel like its not good at all :/#im posting this then doing my hw so i dont have to face the consequences hehe #ok actual tags now #cw pet play #cw subspace #cw scent kink #cw spit kink #cw feeding #p/iss #cw overstimulation #da/cryphilia #cw edging #cw degradation #cw praise kink #spice #om!#oh btw: thank u to teeth-farie and 🥮 anon for makin me think abt puppy mams

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dangaer · 2 years

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---- the lore rejet totally confirmed it was okay for me to post, jk. ♥

tl;dr; despite being the second / third most powerful demon race and the main attraction for the games in the diabolik lovers world, rejet don’t choose to go too far into the details for vampire’s apart from a basic list of strengths and weaknesses, leaving a lot of blank spaces between things that might be totally okay and a bunch of vague answers as to why they are actually ... the way they are. so this is just a basic post to get into some of the more finer details about just what exactly might be involved for each of my vampire muses as i continue to explore them more in threads.

this is only part one bc ive written so much my hands are literally begging me to talk about something else so please forgive the fact ill be back to post another one day.

---- human appearances and settlement.

vampires, in general, are pretty well known by all demon species for their strength, speed, regeneration and increased senses. they’re very easy to spot because now that they’re at the top of the food chain, they end up being able to do so much every demon can’t do. in turn, this means that despite it being the place many call home, most vampires just stick out like a sore thumb. The majority of vampires actually prefer the human realm, where no one is actively trying to look for them and find their existence easy to spot within a two mile radius.

vampire’s also? find it a lot easier to hide on the human realm rather than on the demon realm, considering their appearance holds both human and bat-like characteristics that most humans aren’t going to find much more different than what they see day by day. many vampire’s choose younger, more athletic forms to change into ( such as karlheinz, being over 2000 years old but still looking that young:/) so that they can blend in and get around earth for much longer than the average human soul, and that usually means they have to move around without getting caught. the majority of dl confirms that both the sakamakis and mukamis spent a large portion of their youths in europe, during the time of both war and famine, however both shu and ayato have confirmed they’ve been to the north pole before, and i’m sure that’s not the only periodic trips some of the brothers have been on. considering reijis preference for pasta based dishes or the amount of perfect macarons kanato seems to eat on a daily basis. given the basis that the main assumption is that the sakamaki’s are roughly 300-400 years old, and the mukami’s are roughly 100+, there’s only one question that really remains: just how do they do it?

simply, family and appearances

if you study the “sakamaki family tree”, you’ll notice some clear consistencies: every set of the family has 6 brothers, three of which remain to be triplets. they all have very similar face shapes, eyes and hair colour etc. this is simply because, like all pure blooded vampires, they can change their appearance. just like regeneration, they’re able to allow their bodies to simply adapt to what they may consider a “dangerous situation” aka having someone suspect they’re actually, y’know, immortal rather than the humans they have to pretend to be in order to hide. most of the time, it’s simple changes, such as a slighter dimming of the eye colour or simply changing facial features in order to get by, but there’s a limitation that they do suffer from: family genes.

no pureblooded vampire can change a hair / eye / appearance colour if it has never been or cannot be made by the current genes within the family, simply because those are the only mutations a vampire seems to know. shu’s appearance and changes mirror those of his mother, whereas reijis genes and shifts in patterns always seem to rival ritcher ( someone who hated beatrice ) and also karlheinz himself ( if you take kino, being the only person with 100% of his DNA’s appearance into account. ) ayato, kanato and laito all predominantly take after cordelias side of the family, with ayato and laito having cordelias eyes and kanato’s purple hair baring a striking resemblance of her own ( in fact, both ayato and kanato look so alike and like her, it’s hard to really deny that they are her kids - whereas laitos facial features / expressions appear similar to those of both karlheinz and kino when placed by each other ), as well as having red hair that appears awfully on the same scheme as the orange hair their uncle shin possesses, mixed in with the darkness of perhaps karl’s shade itself. subaru also resembles a lot of his mothers appearance, but the red eyes are certainly that family trait.

most of the time they keep their own personal preference in appearance the same at home, and to potential brides / people who are stuck in the house with them. however, to many people they will appear different - some people may know laito and ayato with purple hair, some people might recognise reiji as a blonde rather than a blackette. however, it’s a muddled memory rather than what they can confirm to be the truth. many of them try to stick to the same narratives, but there’s been more than one occasion where someone has gotten it mixed up. these are times where reiji steps in, and perhaps times where they have to consider moving again because of such a fact.

in comparison to this, impure/human turned vampires loose out on this ability, given the fact that their genes are, in fact, 100% human and therefore unlinked to the vampire prowess they now have. their appearance changes have to be made the human way, such as dying hair and changing their routine / exercise. the only help they get from their powers is the fact that their bodies will change much quicker than a normal humans would, meaning that they can grow hair out or change facial shapes with weight in a way they can successfully confuse people with. the mukamis in particular are very averse to this, when they can get away with it, which is why their appearances don’t manage to change much. however, there has been times where some of them have cut / restyle their hair, such as yuuma going through a much longer hair period, and azusa, who refused to let his hair grow any longer than already having been done. it’s also with the help of karlheinz that they are able to get away with it more, as his involvement means his game can continue on, and therefore do they find themselves getting away with it far more often.

-- powers and weaknesses

both pure and impure vampires have the following:

enhanced speed

enhanced strength

regenerative abilities

increased senses

pure vampires can use magic and summon familiars, making impure vampires are considered weaker in all aspects and can usually be seen as the obvious loser in most scenarios against a pureblooded vampire. however, the full moon allows both species to be able to fly and teleport, making the impure vampire’s a formidable opponent from that night at least. many fights between the two end up with no resolution as the losers can be very prone to escaping, unless they know that this fight is certainly the end of a fight.

enhanced speed and strength. both kinds of vampires are much faster than humans, and also keep up the same kinds of speeds when racing or running against one another. however, endurance actually plays a big part in how an impure vampire and a pure vampire will race. impure vampire’s tend to hold less of it and find themselves slowing down / completing their run sooner as the body still recognises and completes human actions when asked for, such as creating a wide amount of acid in the muscles and a shortness of breath if an impure vampire is to take too long. impure vampires, on the whole, do end up running faster and can last much longer in a race than most humans do, and therefore it can take a long time to tell the difference between each kind of vampire alone. strength remains very similar in this category, as pure vampires are inherently more strong than impure vampires, who are in turn much more stronger than the actual human. however, impure vampires earn their strength more like a human as they do have to train a lot more to gain their strength. this is also affected by just what / how much they eat, as yuuma himself proves by his very own kind of diet.

regenerative abilities. impure vampires are easier to kill as they are considered much weaker than pure vampires, meaning their regeneration speed and skills are far more slower, while pure vampire’s main cause of death is due to having their head cut off, or receiving life threatening injuries to the point where they might not be able to regenerate fast enough. both kinds of vampire have a particularly harsh aversion to anything made out of silver or containing vampire venom, whether that’d be pure or impure, and these wounds take much more time to go away than on the average. the regeneration ability is pretty much immediate once a vampire is wounded, which is why it becomes so hard to catch them. however, if the item theyre hurt with remains lodged in, and is unable to be pushed out by the body, unfortunately this can put a vampire’s life in peril. the first thing you’ll notice a wounded vampire do is pull the item out or protect their neck, opening themselves up to a weakness they’ll very easily try their best to defend. regenerative abilities are also affected by vampire moods, so it’s recommended best to catch them when they’re least expecting it; shock and sadness can ultimately render a vampire too stumped to be able to perform such a feat. just like humans, they also go into coma’s if the strength is considered just way, way too much.

increased senses. one of their biggest pros and worst cons at the same time, vampires particularly have the ability to be more sensitive to smells, vision and hearing of those around them. it’s particularly easy for a vampire to tell who’s approaching them by little ticks alone: the way someone may be more heavy footed, the personal smell of their blood or a spot out of the corner of their eye of an unique hair colour enough to give them plenty of forewarning if the person is someone they can cope with right now or not. if something is even moved slightly to the left by even the wind, it’s a vampire who will notice this first, which in turn has made many of them rather particular in what they regard to eat, drink or see. a lot of the sakamaki’s, for example, can only eat dishes a certain way, otherwise will need to be fed by a certain person so that they can balance such dissatisfaction from their lives, whereas the mukamis like to remain completely in control in what they digest, with yuuma and ruki being in control of both the ingredients and dishes they make: however, they tend to have less of a particularity, due to the childhood they grew up in. food and households that becomes slightly aggravating is still much better than the life they lived before, after all.

one thing that separates impure vampires and pure vampires is that pure vampires can go even further with the ability to tell someone’s emotions when close enough to them, being practically in their space. a general rule of thumb seems to be that cordelia’s children themselves prefer the sweeter taste of more positive emotions ( including but not limited to: happiness, enjoyment, pleasure, love as well as the strong taste of someone who has hope of escaping / getting out of this situation ) whereas beatrix’s two end up preferring much more of the negative / bitter emotions ( fear, pain and the sudden realisation of what nightmare you’ve gotten yourself into being some of their main interests. ) however, in terms of blood types, they don’t seem to have a particular favourite. vampires tend to mix up a lot of their romantic feelings with what they think of blood, due to their complicated history with humans, and therefore find their interest of the two blending a lot more than it actually is.

the unfortunate thing about these increased senses, is the wide amount of weaknesses it can cause a vampire. while impure vampire’s can live in the sun for free no problem, many pure vampires run the risk of being almost blind out in the sun: their vision is generally blury and they tend to rely a lot on the sounds / smells and touch of those around them, unwilling to even consider going out unless it is the mid afternoon for the most part. as well as this, all vampire’s run the risk of two type’s of overstimulation: senses overstimulation and human overstimulation.

general overstimulation is very similar to most people’s sensory overloads, where a vampire will feel more irritable, much more easily provoked and run the risk of wanting to run out of a situation, despite having teleportation / flying abilities, it is noted that many of them generally choose not to use this as their brains cannot process that fact. an overstimulated vampire will find their way out of a situation and wish to cover their ears / eyes from such a sound. if related to their trauma, it shows itself far more longer than usual. if comforting a vampire from this situation, the best course of responce is to get them to focus on something that’s on you. such as eyes, fingers, heartbeats ( if applicable )

human overstimulation is a much more dangerous side, and mainly provoked in newly born vampire’s in situations such as concerts, sports events or other areas where wide groups come together to celebrate, however can be shown in vampires who clearly haven't fed enough or those close to becoming more hungry. human overstimulation shows with the trembling of a vampires hands, the increase of length in their fangs and a certain glow in their eyes, rendering the vampire to become almost powerless to show their actual form. when this is provoked ... the only way to calm a vampire is by giving them blood, either human or vampire if the situation deems it fit.

vampire powers are generally powered by the amount of blood or nutrients in a vampires body, however there are certain exceptions, such as the vampire king or founders, who tend to show that certain blood lines are allowed more power and can do things much simpler than the average vampire can. there are also certain myths and rumours about vampires, in which make others believe certain vampires are much more stronger than others due to the traits they exhibit, and therefore family dynamics ( i.e: the sakamaki triplets ) do get played or messed around with for this.

when vampires drink the blood of certain individuals, or complete certain legacies, they’re able to gain either a long term or short term burst of powers. this type of blood is also very easy for them to recognise, as it holds a different taste or smell to them.

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