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pineconepie · 3 months ago

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This was an ask I got a while back, but either I can't find it or accidentally deleted it. But to the anon who asked for a scenario like this, here you go! :D

TW: Amnesia, parental/platonic yandere, forced infantilization, drugging, implied kidnapping, manipulation

"Help! Please help!" you cry, running as fast as you can throughout the dense forest. Branches and sharp brambles scrape your cheeks and catch onto your clothes.

You stop for a brief moment to pick the twigs out of your disheveled hair. The small cuts sting horribly but it doesn't deter you from pushing onwards.

Sweat beads down your forehead and you wipe at it furiously. Your chest is heaving, desperately trying to take in more oxygen.

"(Y/n)! Stop!" His booming voice echoes throughout the forest.

He's getting closer to you. You have to keep running, keep moving, keep—

Something hits you, something cold and metal. You barely have enough consciousness to realize it was a car, on the dirt road path. Your vision swims, and your head feels ready to burst.

Your ears ring incessantly. All you can hear is that horrible noise, but it doesn't completely drown out him calling for you.

And suddenly there are strong arms around you. "Oh! My baby! What have you done?!" Someone picks you up. They yell to someone else, but their voice is fading out.

Your vision fades to nothing.

...

When you wake up, there's the sound of something beeping. It's a comforting constant rhythm, steady and predictable. You think you know what it is, but your head feels all muddled and foggy.

Something cool and soft presses against your forehead, and you lean into the soothing touch.

"That's right, honey. Nice and easy," a voice speaks above you. Its light, with a subtle hint of an accent you can't recognize. A thumb gently rubs at your temple, massaging it with care and ease. "That must've been a pretty bad fall you took. Don't worry, I've got you."

You open your eyes. Hovering above you, is a man with long messy brown hair, light brown eyes, and a slight stubble of facial hair. He looks to be in his early to mid forties or so.

There's something familiar about him. You should know who this person is... but your brain cannot come up with a name.

"There they are!" the man coos. The corner of his eyes crinkle. He has crow's feet around them. You think those mean someone smiles often. You stare blankly back at him, mind still groggy from what happened earlier. He hums a melody, and gently brushes his fingertips along your arm.

"What..."

"Hush now, don't talk just yet," he murmurs. His other hand is behind your head, propping you up in its palm. "Had quite a nasty fall there. Scared me half to death!"

"Where am I?" You blink, still slightly disoriented.

"Shhh..." He kisses your bandaged forehead. "You're here in the hospital, sweetie. Just got done doing x-rays on your head." The room around you is stark white. There are various machines around you and one is beeping at a constant rhythm. It smells of chemicals and medicine. "I know you hate being scolded, but (Y/n), you know better than to play in the forest so late at night..." He scrubs a hand over his face tiredly.

You squint at him, trying to jog your memory as to who this guy even is. Is he perhaps someone important? Someone you're supposed to know?

As hard as you try, no answers come to mind. And now that you're thinking about it, you really can't remember much at all besides your name and general sense of self.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" you awkwardly ask.

The man freezes. His eyebrows raise up in surprise before furrowing with concern. "Wh—(Y/n), sweetie," he looks at you. "Can you tell me who I am?" You shake your head. He stares at you for a moment, like frozen. Only when you awkwardly look down, does he do too. "The doctors mentioned possible memory loss, but..." He looks so torn; eyebrows twisted up sadly. You almost want to reach out and hug him.

The only thing that stops you is the IV, and the fact you don't know him, despite what he says.

"What's the last thing you remember, baby?" he asks again.

You wrack your brain. "I don't know. I know my name... and that's about it."

A flash of pain shoots through his gaze, though he seems to keep himself collected. "Okay. So, sweetie... I'm your dad." He reaches out to clasp your hands. "My name is Hugo Harrison. You're (Y/n) Harrison."

"You... don't look very much like me..." You realize that might be a rude thing to say. "Sorry, I didn't mean that in a mean way."

Hugo chuckles. "It's okay, there's not a mean bone in your body, kiddo." He pauses, like contemplating his next words extra carefully. "I'm your adoptive dad. Now, we could go into a lot more detail, but let's not strain that noggin of yours for today, hm?" He tenderly touches your wrapped forehead. You must have injured it severely, which explains the splitting headache and memory loss.

"Oh, that makes sense," you murmur. You take in his appearance more. He has a tattoo peaking from below his collar shirt, and looks a bit rugged, with muscular arms that have a few scars. He even has an eyebrow piercing on his left.

Despite that, he seems so... sweet.

"Do you have any photos of us?" you ask. Part of it is genuine curiosity, but mostly just because you don't know what else to say.

His eyes soften, and he pulls out his phone to immediately show you his lock screen.

Sure enough, there the two of you are, smiling at the camera. It doesn't look like it was too long ago. You're both indoors, wearing some kind of brown and periwinkle uniforms.

Noticing your confused expression, he explains, "I own a cafe, sometimes you help out. That's where this photo is from. One of my favorites."

He scrolls through his camera roll and shows another picture of the both of you. In this one, you're sleeping on his lap, his hand covering the side of your face in an apparent attempt to block you from seeing the flash.

You nod mutely, trying to soak it all in. All you know of this man is from these two images.

So far, there's nothing overtly suspicious. Nothing that triggers alarm bells or raises red flags. At this point, you have no reason not to believe him.

So why do you feel so unsettled?

"How are you feeling, by the way?"

"Not good," you mumble, bringing a hand up to your head, cringing from the pain.

He presses a kiss to your hair, holding it for several seconds before pulling away. "Oh, sweetheart..." His voice wavers with emotion. "I'll talk to the doctors again. For now, you rest up, okay?"

With such a splitting headache and sore body, you have no trouble obeying his commands. Your eyes flutter shut, and the last thing you hear is a sigh coming from him, as well as something about wanting to take you home.

...

"Easy," Hugo soothes, letting you lean on him heavily as he walks you to his house. Everything hurts from your body to your head. The medication from earlier wore off halfway to his home.

Speaking of his house, it looks pretty much like a standard home, if not kind of cute, almost reminiscent of a cottage. It's beige with dark brown trimmings. Ivy climbs around the windows.

Flower beds line along the pathway to the front door and a vegetable garden sits near the shed in the back. There's wind chimes hanging near the entrance.

"I wish I could remember any of this," you mutter as he situates you on the couch. "Sorry."

"No, no," he reassures, rubbing your upper arm. "Don't apologize, okay? It's not your fault that this happened."

"What was I doing out in the forest, anyway? You mentioned something about that... is that something I typically do?" you ask.

Hugo looks confused for a moment, then nods. "Ah. Well, it was something you'd usually do, but hopefully that will be the last time. Sometimes you get... impulsive. You do things that are reckless. That's why I'm so protective of you. This isn't the first time you got injured like that." He shakes his head and laughs. "Stubborn kid you are..."

"I see." What else can you say, really? You wish your brain would hurry up and recall something. Right now it just feels blank. All you have to go off of is Hugo. "I know I can't remember, but I'm still sorry. For what I did. Or, uh, do."

His gaze softens even more, looking like the definition of fond. "Like I said, sweetie, you don't need to worry about a thing. It's all in the past now. What matters is that you're here now, safe with me. How about I take you up to your room? You can get a nap in while I make dinner. Sound nice?" He brushes his thumb over your temple.

You wordlessly lean against him. He chuckles and helps you back up, mindful of your injuries, and leads you upstairs.

Again, it looks like a completely normal household. Nothing stands out to you besides perhaps the large number of photographs littering the walls.

Your bedroom has pastel blue wallpaper with stars decorating the top half of the wall.

There's a bunch of stuffed animals lining the bed, as well as pillows with galaxy themed pillows. The carpet is plush and your feet sink slightly in them.

"This was... mine?"

"Yes!" He seems less happy about it when he sees your expression. "Do you not like it? You decorated it yourself..."

"Isn't it kind of, uh, childish? Nothing wrong with that, of course, just doesn't seem like something someone older would want," you lamely explain.

Hugo takes another moment to mull over his words. "Well... you've always been a bit childish for your age, sweetie. I think it's adorable, and you seemed content with this room before... but if you really want to change it up, I don't mind at all." His strained smile tells you that he does, in fact, mind it.

"That's okay. I think I do like it, now that I've seen it longer," you reassure him. Part of it might be because you feel bad. You hobble over to the bed with his assistance, and watch him choose a cutesy beige pajama set. The sleeves are longer than your arms and the pants are covered in sheep patterns. "Do I normally wear that to bed?"

"More like just your typical lounge wear," he answers. "Do you need help, or can I leave you to it?"

"Um, you can leave me to it." You watch him open the door to leave. "Oh, by the way... what do I call you? By your name? Dad? Papa?"

A large smile stretches across his lips. "You call me 'Papa', but really anything works with me. Just want you to feel comfortable, bud. Oh, and dinner'll be ready soon. Tomato, chicken noodle, or cream of mushroom?"

You look down at your lap, where your pajamas lay. "What ever I liked most, I guess."

He hums in affirmation. "Sounds good."

Before long, you've changed and situate yourself on your bed, the stuffed toys huddled around you like a cocoon. Though everything seems fine and cozy, it all feels too new, too strange, for it to feel exactly right. It's supposed to be yours, you know this. And yet, it feels so... foreign.

This should make sense. Logically, it does. But your intuition keeps whispering doubts, despite Hugo giving you nothing but warmth.

...

Two weeks pass, and go by pretty uneventfully. He cares for you like you are a toddler, but he assures you this is how he used to act around you.

Still, your memory seems stubborn in recovering, and each night you pray for the morning to finally reveal a clue as to your past.

So far, nothing has shown up.

And being confined within the house doesn't help, either. Hugo refuses to let you go outside unsupervised, claiming how he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if you wound up in danger again.

And really, who are you to refuse him? You don't have any memories, any other friends (he's told you they've moved away years ago), and you have no money to sustain yourself. He's all you have.

"Where are you going?" you ask one morning, to see him slinging on a jacket. His hair is also tied up, which you've gathered he only does when he's going out somewhere.

"The cafe," he replies, though you can tell something is off by the way he smiles. "There's leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry, okay? Stay inside, and I mean it."

"Can't I go with?" you suggest. Maybe seeing the place could bring back some recollections. Plus, sitting alone all day isn't fun at all, especially when there's nothing to distract you with besides watching TV or reading. Neither of those interests you that much, not to mention a majority of the books and shows catered to people less than half your age.

"Not with those injuries," he chuckles, but there's some firmness in his tone.

"I feel fine! My ankle isn't sprained anymore, and my ribs hardly bother me," you counter. Your face isn't bandaged anymore, either. Instead, only faint scars remain.

"Honey, the answer is no."

"I just want to leave the house!" you blurt. His eyebrows raise up at your outburst. "It's boring staying cooped up all day! I don't want to watch cartoons again or read a comic book or play with action figures."

He purses his lips. "But you love doing those things..."

"Yeah, sure. I don't doubt that I like those activities. But maybe sometimes I'd like to do something more, I dunno, mature." It's not that you hate the stuff Hugo's given you, but you aren't mentally ten years old or whatever age he's assuming you are. So reading picture books and playing with kiddie games get dull real fast. "Please? I don't have to do any physical labor, just wanna get outside the house..."

"(Y/n)..."

Maybe it's a tad bit manipulative, but you've found it works pretty well on him. "I just wanna spend time with my papa... if I can't remember old memories, I was hoping we'd have more time to bond..."

Hugo looks torn for a split second, before giving you a gentle grin, reaching out to pinch your cheeks. "Allllriiight," he drawls. "Wear something warm. It's chilly out."

"Why not my uniform?"

"Because I don't want you working, silly."

The drive there is an hour long, and has you wondering how on earth he makes these long treks there and back five times a week.

By the end, you're yawning and leaning against the window. He laughs, shaking you awake, helping you walk inside the cafe.

In the break room, he situates you on the couch. "I'll get you something to snack on soon. Banana bread, blueberry muffin, brownie, or chocolate chip cookie?"

You weakly smile. "What ever was my favorite?"

He snorts. "Gotcha. I'll be back soon. Don't leave this room, 'kay?" He doesn't wait for a response, quickly busying off towards the counter, throwing his apron back on.

When he's out of view, you try to relax, but as time passes on, you get bored with the things he's given you.

A coloring book, a children's storybook, and crayons litter around you. Sure, they're fun for a little while, but then you're back to square one.

You briefly contemplate if this is the reason why you kept running off to the forest often.

If he's been anything like this normally, you can imagine why you've been searching for more fun things to do.

You peak your head from the break room, to see him tending to another customer, making conversation.

"Oh, (Y/n), that you?"

You look to see one of the customers. He's a person about your age, smiling at you like you guys are friends. When you return the look awkwardly, it morphs into confusion.

"Hey, you alright?" he asks, walking closer to you. "Don't tell me you're working. Hugo told me you had a nasty fall, dude."

"Oh, I'm just here while he works," you shrug. "My memory is a bit weird, still. Who are you...?"

He blinks. "Oh. I'm Weston. We're friends. You must have it pretty bad if you can't remember me."

This is all so confusing. Hugo told you that you didn't have any friends... "Oh. Well, I'm just in the break room while Papa works." You cringe at your own wording. Still feels a bit weird, despite having grown more accustomed to calling him that now. "After he's done, we're probably just gonna go home."

Weston frowns. "Your dad? Are you talking about Hugo?" When you nod, he gives a dry laugh. "(Y/n), he's not—"

"What are you doing?" The deep voice startles you both. You turn around to see Hugo staring between the two of you, jaw tensing with some suppressed emotion. He forces a smile at Weston. "Hey, Weston, sorry, they're going through a lot as you can tell. Still in a state of constant confusion. Sorry. Did you want your usual? Croissant and cappuccino?"

He takes a small step back, but is still clearly defensive, like he's waiting for something to happen. "Yeah, no worries, Mr. Harrison. I know they hit their head hard."

Hugo nods. "I'll get started on that in a sec." He drags you back to the break room, almost slamming the door shut behind him. "Kiddo. What did I tell you?"

"I didn't technically leave... I just poked my head to see if you were busy, and that guy... Weston, I think, recognized me..." You realize his breathing sounds labored. "He said he's my friend."

"That kid?" he says incredulously, laughing. It doesn't sound humorous. It's dry and cold. "No, no, no. Sweetheart, I know everyone in this town and he most definitely isn't friends with you. (Y/n), look, you really can't trust your judgment right now." He grips your shoulders. "You gotta understand that you're hurt. Your head's not working correctly. Okay?"

You wish you could let it go, but something else he said makes you anxious. "He sounded like he was about to say you aren't my dad..."

"He's misinformed. Don't let him fill your head with lies. Now, I gotta get back to work."

"But—"

"For the love of God, just shut up, will you?" he snaps. "I barely let you come along! I should've followed my instincts, why do you have to make everything so damn difficult?"

The glint in his eyes scares you. It reminds you of something terrible, even if you can't remember. You flinch so hard you fall off the couch.

As soon as Hugo's anger came, it dissipated when he saw you trembling, backing up. You shield yourself away with your arms, expecting him to explode.

Even though you have no memory in your head, it's like your body remembers, judging by the way you recoil away from him. It's all instinctual. Even when his expression turns from angry to worried, to guilty.

"Oh no..." He kneels beside you. "Oh, I am so sorry, baby. I don't know what came over me. Here, take my hand," he offers. You reluctantly take his calloused, scarred hand. "Shh... I know, Papa can be scary, huh? I shouldn't have yelled like that. It's just that you made me so mad, scaring me like that... he's a bad person. This town is filled with them. That's why I'm so protective of you."

He's always making up excuses.

"I just wanna be left alone," you rasp. "Please."

"Okay. That's fair. If that's what you want." You expect him to fight it, but instead he gets up slowly and leaves after mumbling one final apology. After the door closes, you exhale, burying your face into your hands.

Something about what happened triggers a flashback.

"You just never know when to stop, do you? How many times have I asked you not to hang out with them?"

"Hugo, come on, you can't dictate who I hang out with. I can handle myself just fine. Now please, let me just do my job. People are staring."

"Keep up with this attitude, (Y/n), and we'll have problems."

"If you're going to fire me, might as well do so. I'm close to quitting myself."

You don't remember anything after that.

But whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

The ride home is relatively silent. Not that it's much different from his normal quietness, but it's a different kind of quiet. Deafening. Tense.

All because he lost his cool earlier. Your shoulders hunch as you try to avoid eye contact.

Finally, Hugo speaks. "Still upset?"

"Why do you care?" you mumble.

His fingers tense against the steering wheel, before relaxing. "Of course I care. I care about you more than anyone else." His eyebrows furrow with concern. "Just because I got a bit snappy back there doesn't mean I love you any less. If you weren't so reckless... but even then, I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that." He sighs deeply. "I'm sorry."

Something tells you if you don't forgive him now, he'll give you hell about it later. "It's okay."

That seems to quell his stress immensely, and he breathes out shakily, like a huge weight was taken off him. "Thank you," he murmurs. "We'll do something special tonight, okay? Movie night, maybe a pillow fort?"

"Sure." You're too tired to argue.

...

The next day, he leaves to get groceries, taking another day off work. You take that as an opportunity to snoop around, for the two hours or so he'll be gone.

Maybe something is fishy about Hugo; the way he keeps trying to keep you restrained from leaving the house is suspicious enough. And the lack of communication to the outside world, even before the fall.

No computer, internet access, cell phone... maybe your memories won't have to return for you to discover some clues.

Searching his bedroom provides nothing useful, so you continue towards his desk area.

Opening drawers, there's lots of random papers inside, which you flip through and scan through as carefully as you can.

That's when you realize one of the letters is a letter of resignation... from you, addressed to Hugo. The date isn't too long ago; in fact, it's the day before you remember having the accident.

You read through it, each sentence causing you more and more distress, until the paper is trembling in your grip.

Hugo,

I appreciate everything you've done for me since I first started working with you, but unfortunately our differences are causing more trouble than it's worth.

The incident last week truly opened my eyes. I didn't realize how toxic and controlling you were. You have isolated me from society, refused to allow me freedom, and tried to control who I hang out with and what I do.

You're my boss, but you insist on acting like my father, despite how many times I've told you that is crossing a boundary of mine.

Therefore, I regretfully inform you I will no longer work with you. This will be my two weeks notice. I'm sorry.

(Y/n)

The paper flutters to the ground. You're sweating. Isolating, controlling, manipulative behavior... it fits to a T of what Hugo's been displaying to you since the accident. Except it started long before that.

You glance around the hallway, suddenly feeling like you're in enemy territory rather than your home. But can you even call it that anymore?

All's you know, is you need to get out of here.

Running back downstairs, you begin planning what supplies to bring with you, but movement from outside catches your attention.

Rushing to the window, you see a familiar figure walking up the driveway. Your blood runs cold.

It's Hugo, carrying bags from the grocery store.

You must've lost track of time. You stumble to your room and pretend to be asleep.

Listening carefully to the noises coming from downstairs, he brings in the bags and rustling follows.

Now that you know the truth, every tiny noise causes anxiety. Why is he doing all this? Was this really all an elaborate lie, this entire situation?

And the most chilling part... was he responsible for your accident? Has it ever been an accident in the first place? As these thoughts race in your mind, your ears strain to listen to what he's doing below you.

Footsteps approach the staircase. Your heartbeat quickens and you burrow further underneath the covers. They ascend slowly.

Eventually they're right in front of your bedroom. Then, it sounds like they turn and head towards his room instead. You have to stifle a relieved sigh when he doesn't enter your room.

The relief doesn't last long.

Did you put everything away where you found it? Did you shut the drawers properly, did you cover up your tracks?

A few minutes go by, until there's a knock on the door. "Sweetheart, I'm getting started on dinner. How does mac 'n cheese sound?"

"Sure," you say, so quiet he almost doesn't hear you.

You wait until you hear his footsteps descend, then sneak into his room to make sure you put everything up.

To your relief, it looks like it, so you shuffle back downstairs, trying to put on the best neutral expression you can manage.

The last thing you'd want him to suspect is that you're onto his twisted game.

"There they are! Come sit at the table. Almost ready." He ruffles your hair gently when you take a seat. It takes everything in you not to squirm away from his touch. To keep pretending that you're blissfully oblivious. "How long were you napping for?"

"Not too long." The less you talk, the better.

"That's good." Hugo serves you a bowl full of macaroni and adds a glass of juice next to it, sitting across from you. Something about his demeanor seems different. You're sure that's just the anxiety talking. "Is something wrong, buddy? You're quieter than normal," he notes.

"Just... still kinda tired." You pick at the macaroni, hoping he doesn't press on about this.

"Awww... well, eat up, okay?"

Despite the lack of appetite, you force down the food. Every bite tastes like mush.

But if you don't finish it, you have the sinking feeling he'll know something's up. So, you force everything down, as well as the juice, which washes it down easier.

Within moments, a sudden wave of dizziness washes over you. "H...Hugo..."

Hugo gives a lopsided smile, somewhat apologetic. "I'm sorry, kiddo. I didn't want to do that, but found you messed with some of my stuff. My fault, I've been putting off getting locks for it. I swear, I'd lose my head if it weren't screwed on!" He laughs. It borders on hysterical. "All I want is to be your dad... for you to let me care for you." He reaches out, brushing hair from your sweaty forehead. "But no need to worry. I doubt you'll remember any of today, anyway."

"No..." You try to stand, but end up collapsing forward. In the haze, you register being pulled upwards.

"You just can't help but be stubborn," he chastises. "Guess you got it from your old man."

"You aren't..." Your tongue begins to feel heavy, just like the rest of your body. "Not my..."

"Sleep, baby. Sleep. When you wake up, this will all just be a silly nightmare. Papa's got you. He'll always have you."

And despite your desperate attempts to stay awake, sleep eventually claims you, as black engulfs your vision.

The last thing you sense is your head being tucked underneath his chin, and hearing him hum the same melody he hummed in the hospital.

#parental yandere #platonic yandere #familial yandere #yandere #hugo oc #yandad #tw kidnapping #tw manipulation #forced infantilization #forced agere

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softlypossessive · 3 months ago

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♡･ﾟ𓏸 One Piece General Romance HC – Crew Adjacent Edition 𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Jinbei, Ace, Law, Kidd, Shanks, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, emotional softness, light spice, use of Y/N

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🌊 Jinbei

Protective in that “ancient sea creature who loves you deeply” kind of way

Treats you with deep reverence; you are part of his honor now

Not big on PDA, but his presence is grounding and warm

Holds your hand like it’s a sacred act—slow thumb strokes every time

Lets you lean on him while he meditates; steady, warm, soft

Brings you ocean treasures—shells, coral, sea glass, pearls—you cherish every one

Tells you quiet stories of the sea, Fishman folklore, legends of old

Touches your face like you might vanish if he’s not gentle enough

Holds you through your tears, letting you cry with unwavering patience

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

The sun hasn’t risen yet, but the sea is already awake—its gentle breath misting across the deck in a fine silver spray. You’re wrapped in a blanket, curled beside Jinbei as he sits in quiet meditation. His presence is steady, anchoring. His hand rests over yours, thumb brushing in slow, sacred circles. You don’t speak, and neither does he—until he shifts and reaches into the folds of his robe.

“I found something,” he murmurs.

In his palm sits a polished shell, pink and gleaming like it was made of blushed glass. “It reminded me of you.”

Your heart stutters. You take it carefully, like it might break from too much love.

Jinbei smiles softly, eyes still closed. “I hope the ocean brings you peace.”

In this moment, as the world holds its breath, you think maybe it already has.

🔥 Portgas D. Ace

Warmest boyfriend—literally and emotionally

Constantly touches you: forehead kisses, arms around you, hand on your thigh

Smacks your butt randomly and then blushes when you react

Tries to act chill but turns beet red when you flirt back

Loves naps with you in hammocks, crow’s nests, random sunny spots

Kisses you like he’s scared it’ll be the last time (ow, Marineford)

Looks at you like you’re the sun, the warmth he orbits

Secretly insecure; needs soft reassurance and gentle words

Gives the best cuddles—full-body warmth and sleepy mumbles

Jealous? Kind of. Possessive? A little. Worshipful? Completely.

So genuinely caring, it breaks your heart a little

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡

You find him napping—again. Shirt half-off, freckles glowing in the late-afternoon sun, hat tipped back, lips parted just enough to make you ache. He doesn’t flinch when you settle beside him, just hums contentedly and snakes an arm around your waist.

“Nap time’s better with you,” he mumbles, already pulling you close.

You curl into the warmth of him, all sun and fire and boyish charm. His fingers trace idle shapes on your spine. Then, out of nowhere—

“Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

You blink, heart thudding.

He’s not smiling now. His eyes are wide and vulnerable. “I mean it.”

You cup his cheek gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Ace.”

His breath shudders out as he hides his face in your neck, arms tightening around you like the world might take you away if he lets go.

⚕️ Trafalgar Law

Pretends he’s too busy for romance—he is absolutely lying

Secretly craves your presence; you are his peace and chaos

Loves when you quietly sit in his office and read while he works

You bring him meals when he forgets, press kisses to his temple, and rub the knots from his shoulders

Mutters “stay close” before battles—thinks he’s subtle (he is not)

His crew teases him constantly for being so obvious

Gets angry when you’re hurt—not because he’s mad, but because he was terrified

Brushes your hair from your face when you sleep; his touch is featherlight

First “I love you” came in a near-death moment, whispered like a secret

Trusts you, but has low-key possessive tendencies

Would destroy anyone who disrespects you—no hesitation

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“You skipped lunch again.”

You set the tray down beside him—rice, miso soup, a soft-boiled egg you know he secretly likes. He doesn’t look up at first, eyes glued to the papers in front of him, fingers drumming against the table.

Then you press a kiss to his temple, and his hand stills.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” you murmur, reaching to knead the tense knots in his shoulders.

He exhales slowly. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

He turns then, slowly, taking your wrist in one hand. He lifts your fingers to his lips and presses a soft kiss there.

“Don’t leave,” he says, and it’s not a demand—it’s a plea. “You make everything quieter.”

You smile, brushing his hair from his eyes.

“Then let me take you to bed, Captain. Let me be your quiet for a while.”

🔩 Eustass Kid

Love language: feral rage for your protection

Loud, rude, snarly—but completely yours

Only soft for you (and even then, it comes with grumbling)

Jealous? YES. Will fight over eye contact

Started multiple bar fights because someone brushed past you

Holds you like you’re fragile, even though you’re not

Makes secret gifts: metal roses, gadgets, a bed that doesn’t squeak

Acts annoyed but loves when you hang out in his workshop

Lets you rub balm on his missing arm—hates the vulnerability but melts under your hands

Allows you to do his makeup if you’re nice (and kiss him after)

Says “I’m not cuddly” then locks you into a furnace-level spoon at 2am

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

The workshop smells like hot metal and grease, and you’re sitting on a stool swinging your legs while Kid wrestles a stubborn bolt into place.

“You’re gonna strip it,” you call.

“Don’t tell me how to bolt my own damn arm,” he growls—but takes your offered tool anyway.

You grin. “You’re welcome.”

He grunts something noncommittal, but you see the flush rising in his ears. He’s not good with thank-yous. Never has been. He’s better with fists and fury and fire. But later, when he finally collapses beside you in bed, limbs heavy and tangled in yours, you feel the quiet love in the way he tucks your head under his chin.

You spot the tiny, twisted piece of copper on your nightstand. A rose. Crude, imperfect, heartfelt.

He didn’t mention it. But he didn’t have to.

🍷 Shanks

Smooth, flirty, charming—but his love is deep and steady

Makes you laugh when you least expect it, just to see you smile

Winks at you from across the room like it’s your inside joke

Dances with you at parties; slow dances later when the crowd fades

Wears your gifts—bracelets, beads, rings—like royal treasures

Talks about forever like it’s already decided

Tells you stories, songs, and legends between kisses and laughter

You tamed the playboy—and he loves to brag about it

When drunk: handsy, clingy, PDA monster. Kisses you in front of the crew without shame

Ideal night? You in his lap, drinks in hand, music playing, crew laughing, your head on his shoulder

♡｡ﾟ☁︎｡♡ﾟ

It’s late. The music has softened, the stars have spilled across the sky, and most of the crew has settled into laughter and drowsy singing.

You’re leaning against the rail when Shanks appears behind you, a bottle in one hand and that lopsided smile on his lips.

“Dance with me?” he asks, already wrapping an arm around your waist.

You laugh. “You’ve danced with everyone tonight.”

He leans in close. “I saved the best for last.”

He sways with you, slow and easy, your bodies pressed close as the ocean hums beneath you. His fingers trace lazy circles on your back.

“You made this pirate fall hard, y’know,” he whispers. “And stay fallen.”

Your cheeks burn, and he kisses your forehead before raising his drink toward the crew.

“To the one who stole my heart and won’t give it back.”

They cheer. You hide your face in his coat.

He just laughs and holds you tighter.

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vrystalius · 9 days ago

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Fluff Alphabet — Sanemi

Pairing: Sanemi x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: a lot

Note: a little bit implied chubby!reader because I am self-indulgent :>

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Does he have to choose? Because he really can’t.

Sanemi first and foremost admires how you are always so patient with him, putting up with his temper and literally everything else that comes with being a hashira; worrying about him if he is coming home in tact or if one of Ubuyashiki’s crows land on your windowsill and announce his passing, and him disappearing and appearing in the middle of the night.

But if he had to pint-point what exactly he adores the most, your patience and all that might be close to the top, but your thighs are a strong contender as well. Those might be his most favourite part about you.

He feels a little bit like a pervert of sorts every time he watches your thighs spread out when you sit down, his hand immediately finding their place on them. Sanemi’s face scrunches together into an uncontrollable scowl every time you mention something about your weight or how you are insecure about the size of your thighs, because how dare you? They are as perfect as the rest of you is.

—

B = Bonding (what's your favorite mutual bonding activity?)

Cooking together. Sanemi feels comfortable in the kitchen and knows a couple of simple meals, but he never really has any time to calmly cook a normal dinner. Usually he tosses some rice in a pot and shoves it into his mouth before heading out or eats out in a local restaurant while out on a mission.

Whenever he does have free time, he’d sometimes invite you to cook something simple with him. Maybe a bowl of ramen, sometimes teriyaki salmon, perhaps some dango if you have the ingredients. It feels peaceful and comfortably domestic to sit side by side on the tatami floor and roll up mochi.

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C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?

Overall, Sanemi likes being the little spoon and make himself comfortable in your arms, but he would never ask you outright if he can be held tonight.

Usually, he’s hold you close to his chest instead, his arms almost a little too tightly wrapped around your waist, snuggly pressed up against you. His face would be buried in your warm neck while his legs tangled with yours. You could swear that he’s only acting like he fell asleep so you couldn’t wiggle out of his grasp so you wouldn’t wake him up…

—

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?

Sanemi doesn’t really like over the top dates. He is a man of simple needs and is perfectly happy with taking you out for a walk with some snacks at the end, but if you’d like to do something more or want something bigger, he’d be happy to oblige.

But his ideal date would still be something simple. Maybe Sanemi would take you to a festival and let you spend all of his salary on shooting an bow and arrow or really any game you could get your hands on, stop by the candy stands, maybe take a detour to the parks nearby to look at the blooming cherry blossoms, ending the night with going home and cuddling up together into a ball of warmth. A perfect date.

—

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?

He struggles with expressing his emotions in a way that doesn’t include a training dummy and his katana. Words have failed him for years now and so he has given up on using them to show you his feelings, so he prefers leaving gifts around for you and doing acts if service to show his appreciation.

Sanemi cooks, he cleans and he shows you the shiny rock he found while on a mission, insisting you should keep it because it reflects your beauty.

—

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?

Sanemi doesn’t know if he wants a family. He’s too scared he’ll become like his father, or at least have features like him. He fucked up with his family, he fucked up with his little brother. What will stop him from failing all over again and loosing you? Or your family?

But he does really want a family with you one day. It’s a nice fantasy, but he is terrified of making it reality.

—

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He’s not exactly the best at knowing what to get you. Sanemi finds things that remind him of you and then he gives them to you.

You have a collection of shiny rocks from all across Japan, all in different colours and types of minerals, some seashells he picked up from the beach a while back, some framed insects he actually wanted to buy for himself but ended up buying some for you as well and other things he can find in the streets, shady alleyways or the nature. He reminds you of a racoon in a way when it comes to scavenging for gifts.

But he is also capable of presenting you the classic bouquet of flowers, it’s just handpicked and a little sad looking. But he tried his best so it deserves to be displayed in a vase.

—

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Sanemi likes holding your hand in his, always and whenever you want. Most of the time he does so to keep you attached to him when traversing crows, but he also needs to know that you are right there with him when you walk somewhere.

It’s instinct by now to reach for your hand whenever you two take off somewhere, sometimes he even reaches out out of reflex after you stuffed your hands into your pockets, confused by he just grabbed some empty air.

At first he was a little shy about holding your hand in front of the other hashira, thinking they might make fun of him and think of him as mushy, but after a while, he stopped caring. Holding your hand is worth more than a side-eye from Tengen and some suppressed squeals from Mitsuri.

—

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Assuming you got injured by a demon or someone else, on the outside, he is extremely angry at you, at himself, at the person or demon who hurt you and angry at how the bandages are getting soaked with your blood way to quickly. He appears to be at least a little calm, probably to keep you calm in return.

If you accidentally cut yourself or hurt yourself on accident in any other way, Sanemi will be just as angry. He’ll scold and flick your forehead, telling you to be more careful. But if you shed a tear or cry, he’ll immediately switch up and try to awkwardly comfort you with some head-pats and kisses, not exactly sure what else to do to console you.

—

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Sanemi, during his hashira years, doesn’t really prank or joke around with you. He doesn’t really see the point of deliberately pulling pranks.

After retiring and being a calmer person overall, maybe Sanemi’ll try and scare you with one of his beetles or trying to annoy you jokingly on purpose more and more.

—

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?

(I actually made a whole post on how the hashira kiss. Check it out over here!)

—

L = Love Confession (how'd they confess to you? how'd you get together?)

Kyojuro pointed out how squirmy and nervous Sanemi would seem to get whenever you come around, similar to how Genya freezes up whenever any girl comes near. Perhaps his older brother is similar like that with a person he really likes, the flame hashira noted.

Sanemi denied it with all his life, but the increasing blush on his face gave him away. That’s how you found out.

—

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Sanemi’s favourite memory is probably the first day and night you’ve spend together after retiring together into a nice home, somewhere peaceful in Japan.

No demons, no missions to leave for in the middle of the night. The worst of your worries will be if the vendors will have some good salmon tomorrow. Sanemi didn’t sleep one minute that night though, instead taking his time to admire you in your sleep, his fingers brushing over your cheeks and through your hair.

The following day, you two didn’t so anything really special. You two were simply domestic, like a couple that has been married for years and now is living a boring, normal life. It’s better than anything Sanemi ever could’ve imagined. You spend your morning cooking breakfast and eating together, in the noon went out for groceries, went to meet with Tanjiro, Giyuu and the others, before heading back home to hang out in the garden and watch the sun set, arm in arm.

The perfect memory.

—

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Simple: loosing you for good. Either by sickness, upsetting you, breaking up or you dying.

If you storm out after an argument, Sanemi will sit and wait for you to come back, silently panicking about if you’re even going to come back to him or leaving him.

Once you come back, you’re probably going to be a little confused at how Sanemi was sitting in the dark with bloodshot eyes from the lack of blinking, asking if you’re going to to pack your things and go.

You two just argued over picking laundry up from the floor though…?

—

O = Obvious (how obvious do they make it that they like you?)

It’s obvious to everyone but himself. Sanemi at you dreamily when you’re not looking, only to snap his neck away the second you turn, thinking you didn’t notice his face heating up. He thinks he’s smooth with trying to admire you, but he never is.

You tease him about it sometimes how his hands search for your body to hold close to him and in return Sanemi will try to not make it as obvious but he can’t stop himself. Your cheek needs kissing, your thigh holding and your face to be stared at. It’s a full-time job.

—

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He prefers calling you the classics like 'hun', 'honey' and 'darling', but Sanemi also likes using things like 'blossom' or 'sunshine'. The sunshine petname he uses a bit teasingly, mostly when you are a little more gloomy and in a bad mood. It most of the time puts you into an even worse mood, but he hasn’t noticed that yet.

—

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?

There are many things he likes to do with you. If you’re up for it, you and Sanemi could train together, even though he does go easy on you when you do. If not, he’s content to curl up and cuddle with you in the bedroom.

Perhaps you two could cook something together, you can help taking care of his beetles with him and he could introduce you to them personally, maybe take you out on a small date… There’s no favourite amongst those activities he could do with you.

—

R = Romance (how romantic are they?)

He tries his best to be but it’s hard. Sanemi just doesn’t really know how to be romantic— he never had an example to go on.

Although Tengen lend him some good books to go on and get inspiration from. Just give him a week. Or a month. Maybe a year. He is still trying to learn how to read first.

—

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

You know everything about Sanemi at this point. He is very open with you and you know his past, but it took a lot of effort to get there. Many nights with his head in your lap and your fingers slowly stroking through his hair while his eyes glossed over your face, his hands awkwardly wrapped around his own body in an attempt to comfort himself.

He doesn’t like speaking about things that make him feel vulnerable, which is practically everything. But Sanemi knew he had to open up to you at some point, and that final stroke through his soft hair did it for him.

—

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

After meeting you, it took him around a year to start falling for you and another year to allow himself to feel those feelings, so it took Sanemi a second or two to get over himself and confess his feelings to you.

Overall, it took around two, almost three years to confess.

—

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

He doesn’t show you off in a way that comes across as someone trying to flaunt how gorgeous/handsome or hot his partner is, rather he shows you off to show to others that someone was willing to love him as much he loves them.

Some of the hashira didn’t believe he had a partner in the first place and he does feel pride swell up in his stomach whenever Sanemi brings you anywhere (and he does bring you everywhere)

—

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Assuming you’re a demon slayer or hashira, Sanemi would both need to go on missions with you to make sure he is there to protect and keep an eye on you, but on the other side, Sanemi would hate to do so.

Instead of killing demons and saving civilians, he’d be too focused on making sure you don’t get hurt, which could end up in you two arguing about you needing space and him just trying to keep you safe, so it would be better if you two didn’t.

But training together seems to be going fine, if you ignore all the sexual tension that has been building and getting hotter every time someone flips the other around and straddles the other.

—

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

It depends, because Sanemi can read your face and immediately provide whatever you’re thinking of, may it be that new yukata you eyed while strolling through the market and still thinking about, he already bought it for you.

On the other hand, it takes him a minute to find out why you got upset about something and almost always assumes it’s because he did something wrong in some way, which it sometimes is but not all of the time. He tries his best, though.

—

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

(Again, I actually wrote something for this in full length! It may be a little old and outdated but still good! Check it out over here!)

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Z = Zzz (how do they act when they're sleepy? what's it like sharing a bed with them?)

Similar to C = Cuddle, Sanemi is a cuddle bug. He needs something to latch onto and hold, or something needs to hold him. Preferably it would be you but a pillow is fine too.

When Sanemi gets sleepy, he gets a little grouchy. He would hug you from behind and bury his face in your neck, complaining and groaning about how you should finally come to bed (because he never goes to bed first and not without you), before lifting you off your feet himself and carrying you to bed with him.

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

I think working on my Douma cosplay and the con I’m attending approaching Demon Slayer has been clawing at my brain— But also *sigh*, Lucanis Dellamorte. But also *sigh* Douma, *sigh* Sanemi, *sigh* so many more sighs

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Tame care of yourselves <33

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psin314 · 1 month ago

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some memes with murat once again

rate your oc under the cut (tagged by @doctormur thank you!!)

Compassion: 6/10 (depends. almost never felt it towards his targets, cus he knew it will make him feel bad. usually drank like 2 bottles of wine if a contract was "hard".)

Bitterness: 5/10 (at certain periods of his life it was like 10/10. 12/10 when he was falsely accused of betraying the house.)

Happiness: 2/10 (2 points from lucanis' love)

Politeness: 2 or 9/10 (can talk to you very politely and nicely. if necessary. if not necessary and you made him angry, then you'll hear a lot of not very nice words in antivan. loves to swear.)

Chivalry: 6/10 (usually very kind and polite towards women and someone who's in trouble /weak)

Pride: 4/10 (criticizes himself often but if you'll dare to say that his skills are bad or he did something utterly wrong he'll be so much offended oh boy)

Honesty: 7/10 (lies if needed. very good at it. prefers not to. lies about his feelings usually.)

Bravery: 8/10 (bro can get his shit together while facing a dragon but scared to kiss his lil crow bro cus what if he doesn't like me and im pressuring him and what if i will embarrass myself)

Recklessness: 2/10 (tries to use his brain usually)

Ambition: 2/10 (his life goal is make lucanis happy)

Loyalty: 10/10 (a loyal dog in a traumatized man's body)

Love: 10/10 (lucanis food and knifes)

Sense of Family: 6/10 (antivan crows are his family. it's a very bad one but it's the only one he has.)

Attractiveness: 10/10 (points are given by lucanis. or by these anons in my ask box... and not anons sometimes. horny on main? good. i respect that.)

Sex Drive: 5/10 (lucanis definitely makes him feel at least 9. and he will do everything to make his man fall asleep very tired but very happy!! :D)

also something about character inspiration:

harry du bois - i was thinking about him while creating murat. and he was the only character i immediately thought of. for other 5 guys i had to lie down and think.

that guy from fight or flight that looks like murat - he looks like murat!!! i watched half of the movie and the dude's also good at killing people, was fired from his job and started drinking. and ALSO i want to see murat in a cute pink shirt too now.

puss in boots - same level of charisma + banderas' voice (haha sorry but british accent isn't canon for murat although i like the voice...)

edward kenway - i played the game for like a couple hours and i remember nothing expect shanties. i love shanties so much. but i just FEEL that edward and murat have something in common expect being blond ofc. i FEEL it. (also i need to continue playing ac4 asap but i also miss my boy connor and also my boy ezio.......... nnngghhhh)

eddie brock (films version) - losers + big soft lips

flynn rider - more resembles young murat but still

#dragon age #murat de riva #my oc

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wifetomanyfictionalmen · 3 months ago

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Can you One piece live action (your choice of characters) reacting to reader calling them by their full name instead of a nickname the reader usually calls them? If not that's ok! 🤗 Have a good day or night!

Oooo yes!

Roronoa Zoro

- when you first call his name he doesn’t register it.

- but the seconds time when you yelled his full name, his swore his heart stopped.

- he doesn’t understand what he did wrong, or that was until he saw you.

- you were stood holding your own sword a grin on your face, you wanted to spar.

- his heart stopped pounding and he turned to you full

- “You sure you can take me sweet cheeks?”

Nami:

- when you call her name she’s confused.

- it was usually the crew that called her Nami. You were different. You called her Goldie.

- She began panicking as she rushed out of her room.

- you were stood there clutching something in your hands. A brass tube. A…map.

- Nami is calmer now. You were just excited

- “is that another pretty treasure for me?”

Vinsmoke Sanji

- His heart fully stops for a second.

- nobody has called his full name out like that since his father

- he is in a blind panic hoping his father hasn’t found him

- when he sees you waving frantically at him he’s confused at first until he sees where you are.

- on the lower deck you had caught quite a few fish, some not even native to this part of the seas an unexplained phenomenon

- “Please don’t scare me like that again Mon cher”

Monkey D Luffy:

- confused at first, nobody ever calls his first name

- other than his gramps..

- but there was no way Garp was here right? The oceans were clear.

- when he hears it again he looks up to see you in the crows nest.

- your waving your hands for him to join you. When he finally does he sees what you were so excited for. An island.

- “Good spot Meu Tesouro”

Usopp:

- the dread this man feels

- did he forget to do something? Did he miss something important? Did he misplace one of his pellets?

- the short answer was no.

- the long answer was you’d been calling his nickname for an hour and he hadn’t heard you.

- so you resorted to using his name.

- please never do that to him again. Just throw something

- “You made me panic dear”

Shanks:

- oh boy

- he doesn’t panic but he does get pissed.

- he hates being called his name

- prefers your nickname so when you don’t use it he gets pouty.

- when he finds you, he finds out all you wanted to do was cuddle.

- apparently when you called his nickname you didn’t respond.

- he apologizes and lays down with you

- “My apologies love”

Dracule Mihawk:

- when I tell you this man freezes.

- your playing a dangerous game calling his name out like that.

- while he’ll never admit it, he prefers the nicknames to his actual name, from you anyway

- he just stares you down as you smile innocently at him

- finds out all you wanted is to sit and read with him

- “Next time think before speaking my full name darling”

Buggy The Clown

- It takes alot to get a rise outta buggy.

- one is calling out his name. His full name. Not his nickname

- that and bullying him about his nose

- he absolutely panics when he hears you of all people calling his full name.

- millions of questions run through his head.

- what did he do? Who did he kill that was so important? Were you pissed that he lost the map to the grand line?

- before he can thing of anymore questions you run over and hug him tightly laughing.

- you had managed to make a copy of the map.

- a copy of his map

- “well Poupée….you certainly deserve a reward”

#opla zoro x reader #opla nami x reader #opla sanji x reader #opla Usopp x reader #opla shanks x reader #opla mihawk x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla headcanons #OPLA #opla zoro #opla x reader #opla buggy #opla sanji

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rekino2114 · 3 months ago

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Oh gosh… my notifications are a pinkish purple… just like her eyes in the manga cover…

Anyways, this is a request for the Fami (D̴e̶a̴t̸h̸) concept I mentioned on one of you’re recent posts regarding her. Just in case you wanted a specific request for it before you make it…

Anyways, Fami (D̴e̶a̴t̸h̸…) revealing to her Male S/o that she was lying to him about her true identity. How would she react if her s/o felt betrayed or at least sad that she didn’t trust him with her secret…

…that freaky dead crow thing with the bones and the guillotine being her calling card makes a LOT more sense now… this most recent chapter has me questioning EVERYTHING now o_0. Sorry about you having a bad week, hope it gets better!

(D) Fami revealing her true TRUE identity to you

Spoilers for the last csm chapter

Pairing:(death devil) fami x male reader

A/n:I know this was supposed to be my break week but it's not my fault this perfect fic opportunity presented itself to me.

Also there are some things here that don't make sense in a canon way, but I don't care wholesomeness and fluff/ comfort transcends canon

This was the day "fami" finally decided to tell you the truth, the entire pure truth.

This thought was eating her from the inside, during every single day you two spent together, every dinner date, every boring hour at school, every night spent cuddling the only thought that plagued her mind was that you didn't know who she truly was and she was still lying to you after all this time.

She told herself that it was to protect you, that if you had known about her true identity, then you would have been in danger but even she knew that it was all a lie she told herself to try and justify it. The real reason was a very simple one:she didn't want you to be angry and leave her

It was funny, the death devil, the king of terror, the strongest devil in existence whose mere name could inflict fear in the hearts of humans and devils alike......was scared of her boyfriend breaking up with her, but it was the truth, death was scared because she didn't want you to leave her, she enjoyed your companionship more than anything she had ever experienced, more than the food she had learned to adore and more than her sisters who she would do anything for.

She loved you, it was simply that, she knew she felt a weird sensation in her brain and stomach (that she had put back in her body shortly after realizing she couldn't die) whenever you were near her, but it wasn't hunger or a desire to kill you, the opposite in fact it was a desire to protect you from everything, to keep you close to her at all times, to share your happiness and comfort you from your sadness. She later learned to call this weird emotion love during a conversation with control, in which her younger sister told death that she had learned to feel love too thanks to her own special someone and that it had completely changed her

When she asked her what to do about this makima just gave her a simple answer

"You love him right? Then follow that love wherever it leads you, I promise it will be a nice place, I speak from experience"

A long time after this discussion, death can safely say that following that advice was the best decision she had ever taken in her immortal existence. The time spent with you made her feel love, and she can guarantee that control was right. It was such a beautiful feeling.

Being with you made her soul feel at peace, and she didn't even know if she had one, it felt like you could understand who she was even without knowing anything, she felt like she could almost smile when you were happy and cry when you were said, it was a weird but incredibly comforting feeling. Death had found her reason to keep living in this world. She wanted to spend eternity with you, to keep loving you forever and ever, but to do that, she needed to be truthful to you

Even now, she doesn't know why she kept the famine devil disguise. She wasn't really planning anything after all. She just wanted to live a normal life with you. But it was probably because she was scared of what you'd think

if your girlfriend walked up to you and said "I'm the literal embodiment of death and could kill you at any moment, and in fact was prophesied to destroy all of humanity and not even I really know why that's not happening" you'd probably either run away have a heart attack or at the very least break up with her and death was very afraid of all of these things happening.

She thought she could have a bit more time, maybe another couple hundred years to gather the courage to tell you the truth but since her sister, the actual famine devil, had come to your school (which now funnily enough had 3 out of 4 horsemen attending it) she knew she had to do something soon. The only reason her secret was still safe was because famine slipped and fell before her introduction and started to cry, forgetting to actually introduce herself.

If you had found out through her that death had been lying, it would have been the worst possible outcome. You would have thought she didn't have the decency to even tell you herself and that she didn't trust you at all or was just using you, which couldn't have been farther from the truth. She had to tell you, and she decided to do it today. No matter the outcome, she would have stayed strong and not done anything. She wouldn't have hurt you or any other human, she hated seeing you sad after all.

"Fami" made her way to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates. She knew it wasn't Valentine's Day, but she thought that could at least sweeten the news and increase her chances of you not fainting

She knocked but raised an eyebrow when you didn't answer

"Y/n? It's me.........."

No matter how much she tried to she couldn't bring herself to say fami

She knocked again but was just met with the door opening by itself, at this point she got worried and immediately ran into the house

Even if death swore to not hurt a human again, as that would upset you, there was one exception, anyone who hurt you would die, the moment she found out someone touched a hair on your head she would have called whatever devil necessary or just her own powers and slaughtered them without mercy.

She was ready to do just that when she entered and found the house completely dark. She was about to call out to you again when the room suddenly lit up and you came from behind the couch

"Surprise!!!"

The death devil didn't have time to process anything when you approached her and put a party hat over her black cap

".......what?"

"So you know how a couple of days ago a kid nearby was having a birthday and you said that cake looked delicious? Well that made me realize that devils don't have birthdays and that's so sad. I'm sure you were born on a day in hell a long time ago so I just decided to make today your birthday for no particular reason"

"Fami" blinked twice before fully focusing her ringed eyes on you

"......why?"

"Cause I wanna celebrate, it's so sad that you don't have a day to celebrate you"

"..............."

"I love you fami, and I want you to know how special you are"

Just hearing the word fami made her heart sink. She couldn't do it, she couldn't hold it in anymore. You were so sweet and innocent. She couldn't believe she lied to you for so long

"I'm the death devil"

".....w-what?"

"I'm sorry for saying this so suddenly but....it's the truth, all this time I've been lying to you, I'm not famine but death"

"............s-so you lied to me?......twice?"

Death lowered her eyes and looked at the floor, unable to withstand the sight of your heartbroken face

".....yes"

".......I.......I......I see"

"....w-wait y/n-"

"Please death stop talking, I.....think I need to be alone"

She knew she should have listened to you and let you think about everything, but she just couldn't, her selfish desire to do anything to feel that warmth in her heart, that feeling of love at whatever cost necessary overwrote whatever rational choice she could have done.

"N-no wait please-"

She tried to put her hand on your shoulder to comfort you but you misinterpreted that. After all she herself had told you many times how powerful and dangerous the death devil was, able to kill anyone without any effort at all maybe even with a light touch

"A-ah!"

You screamed and backed away, that sight alone made death reconsider her decision but you ran away to your bedroom leaving her alone with her thoughts

She sat on your couch doing nothing but thinking, she regretted everything, not only trying to touch you before but not telling you the real truth during all these months spent together.

Your face couldn't get out of her mind, you weren't just sad, whenever you were she knew exactly what to do. she would give you some of the ice cream that she always kept in the freezer and cuddled you while some bad movie was playing in the background, before asking the falling devil to cook her a special meal with whoever made you upset if that was the case.

But in that moment she couldn't do any of that, you weren't just sad, you were angry, scared and heartbroken, all emotions directed towards her, all of them were her fault.

She hated seeing this. She absolutely despised seeing you in this state, you were scared of her, if only she could tell you that she would never hurt you in any occasion, she would much rather decapitate herself and remove every single one of her organs again before dropping in the ocean, being stuck in an infinite state of not being able to die but still suffering all the pain, than hurt you in any possible way

Her breathing started to get heavier as she bit her lip, no blood came out of course but there wasn't a moment where she wished she could die more than this one, just so she could atone for the unimaginable sin of upsetting the man that she was living for, that gave her the ability to love.

She didn't have time to realize how ironic it was of THE death devil to think like this, she never realized it before but now that she started thinking about it, she came to the realization that if it made you happy she would gladly give her life to you if she could, she loved you so so so much, and she felt disgusted realized all of the stupid mistakes she did, mainly lying to you so much

"..............dammit"

When death opened her eyes she was met with her own legs, she was about to get up from the couch when she started seeing a weird pool of liquid staining her skirt.

She touched it and realized it was water, but how was that possible? She hadn't drank anything. She was almost sure her body would reject any food or drink she would have ingested out of pure guilt and sadness

She saw another drop hit her thighs and realized she could feel the same water around her cheeks, she touched them and confirmed that it was water, she was confused at first, no matter how much she tried she couldn't stop the water flowing from her eyes, before sharply coming to a realization

"......ah.....so these are tears...."

Death had seen you cry before, of course, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't really actually tear up. She had learned to smile even if slightly around you, but sadness was a really foreign emotion.

She didn't feel sad when you did, she felt more angry at whatever caused your sadness, and she also knew that she could just comfort your sadness away, she knew you weren't going to be sad forever, it was simply a temporary state that death would help you get out of.

And even when she finished her food she still wasn't sad, maybe a bit annoyed sure but she knew she could just effortlessly get more, just like you, the food wasn't going to be gone forever.

But in this situation, she felt sadness for the first time in.....ever, and it was because of one simple difference, she didn't have the guarantee that everything would have turned back to normal, you were betrayed by her that was a fact, and that fact was ore than enough of a reason for you to break up with her and leave her, a thought that death couldn't handle, also because she could blame no one but herself for this situation.

Death knew better than to go to your room and barge in, even if her intentions were pure, she didn't want to accidentally scare you again. She just stood on the couch, with her cap in hand trying to wipe the tears, waiting for the moment when you would be ready to talk.....if that moment were to ever come.

Thankfully for her, it came a few hours later

"Hey"

Death turned to see you standing in the doorway with a frown.

No matter how much she wanted to throw herself on you, to hug your legs while crying and apologizing profusely, she didn't do it, all because she didn't want to scare you again.

"Y-y/n....."

"Death........can we.....talk?"

"O-of course"

She dusted the spot beside her on the couch and couldn't hide her disappointment when you sat on the edge instead of near her

"I wanted to.......wait were you crying too?"

"Too?"

It was now that she noticed your red, puffy eyes, she wanted nothing more than to wipe your tears like she did with hers, but she controlled her impulses again

"I'm sorry I shouldn't-"

"Don't apologize"

"E-eh?"

"Nothing that happened was your fault, it was all mine, I lied to you for so long, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, I don't deserve your forgiveness much less your apologies"

"......no I still need to apologize"

"H-huh?"

"I shouldn't have run away like that, I was scared for no reason, I should have known that you'd never hurt me, I'm sorry"

"..............."

"Death?......are you....willing to not lie to me again?"

".....of course......."

"Then......I think I'm willing to make things work"

"..w-what?"

"I want us to keep dating"

"......but why?"

"Cause I love you"

"......b-but what if I'm manipulating you? And using you for my own goals? You're seriously going to just forgive me like this? You don't know if I actually love you"

"......do you?"

"......u-uh?"

"Do you love me?"

In that moment every single one of death's cells answered I'm unison, simply because it was the truth

"......yes, more than anything"

"Then there's no problem right?"

".......w-what?"

"I want to trust you, every single day we've been together I felt love, and not only my own, I could feel the love you have for me, it felt too real to be fake......and even if it was, that's a bet I'm willing to make"

"Y-you........what?....w-why?"

"If you really don't love me, if you really are just using me for whatever plan to destroy humanity you have.......then that's that, I'll keep following my heart no matter what, and right now, my heart is saying that you crying for the first time because of me is not something that can be faked"

"........y/n......."

"I'd much rather live a short life spent trusting people that I actually love rather than a long mediocre one spent running away from people in fear that I'll get my heart broken"

Those words made death realize something, something that she couldn't help but utter in that rare moment of vulnerability

".....humanity.....truly is beautiful"

"What do you mean?"

"Right now, you'd rather take a chance with the actual devil of death than stray away from your emotions, you're true to yourself in the most extreme sense.....You're not scared of death"

"Really?"

"You're not leaving me or running away, which would be all reasonable options, just because you love me and don't want to believe my love was fake, you're willing to stay with me and taking a chance at dying just because you love me.....You're so...beautiful, your soul is the most beautiful and just thing in this universe"

"......thank you"

"And I promise, for as long as I will live I will continue loving your beautiful soul, I cannot accept you showing me your trust like this without trusting you equally"

".......so...no more lies?"

"Forever, I will always be truthful to you"

"......then that's all I need to hear"

Much to death's surprise you hugged her, you kept breathing on her chest, she looked at you before quickly hugging you back

"You're smiling"

"Huh?"

The devil hadn't even realized it, but she was indeed smiling

"Your smile is so beautiful"

".......thank you"

You broke the hug and looked at death with a smile that melted her heart

"Now we have a lot of cake to get through, we can make this a party to celebrate our relationship or something"

"No we can still make this my birthday"

"Oh OK, sure"

In a way this was her new birthday, because this day she had been reborn thanks to you, into the pure and truthful woman you would be dating from now on

You grabbed her hand and tried to drag her up from the couch, which didn't work because of how strong and tall she was, so she just got up and held your hand even more tightly while looking at you......and smiling

"Thank you y/n, thank you so much"

"Hm? For what?"

".....for loving me"

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📁 ASK D U M P 𓆩🩸𓆪 20 JUNE 2025

💉 TODAY'S ASK DUMP IS IN SESSION.

You sent offerings. I licked the envelope. Now your secrets live in my bloodstream.

Today’s spread is a banquet of biting, brat taming, creative meltdowns, psychic blood girls, cult curiosities, and vamps who do not play when you get grazed by another. Some of you want fluff. Some of you want fangs. Some of you want to be rearranged like furniture.

Either way, you’re getting fed. So kneel. Let’s begin.

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🌹💚 ANONS LOGGED: “does your vampire universe come with bonus ghosts or should we bring our own?”

To 💚anon and 🌹anon (because you asked similarly the same question so i decided to answer in one ask)—welcome, welcome, you’ve come to the right place. Let’s open the floorboards, sharpen the ritual knives, and talk about the supernatural landscape of the vampire!SKZ universe.

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🕯️DO OTHER BEINGS EXIST IN THIS UNIVERSE?

YES. YES. GOD, YES. The vampire world is just the beginning. This universe is bigger, older, and infinitely stranger than anyone knows. You’ve got:

Witches (of course): not wand-waving Disney types—real, bone-deep witches who specialize in blood contracts, dream walking, resurrection spells, scent-binding, and veilcraft. Some are born, some are made. Most keep to hidden covens or disguise themselves in plain sight.

Shifters: Wolves, crows, serpents, and others bound to ancient pacts. Most are wildborn, tethered to territory and nature. Some work alongside vampire houses. Some are hunted.

Fae: Rare. Terrifying. Beautiful in that you’ll-never-leave-the-woods-again kind of way. Vampires don’t trust them. Fae magic doesn’t follow vampire laws—it rewrites them.

Oracles: Human-born, often unstable, marked by prophecy and plagued by visions. Vampires call them “Thread-Touched.” Their blood is dangerous—sometimes fatal, sometimes divine.

Demons: Not horns and hellfire—think contracts, echoes, bargains. Most live between realms. Some possess. Some inhabit. They know the old vampire families by name.

Ghosts, revenants, and dream-stalkers: The veil between life and death? Thin. And the vampire world is constantly poking it.

👁️WHAT IF THE BLOOD DOLL IS "IN TUNE"?

Oh baby. If the blood doll is an empath… or worse, a sleeper oracle? Someone who dreams of shadows that aren’t glamour-induced, sees things no one else sees, draws sigils and faces from another plane??

The boys lose their goddamn minds.

🩸HOW VAMPIRE!SKZ REACT:

Bang Chan He knows you're not normal. He saw it in your scent the first time. When you whisper a warning that turns out to be true—when you draw a sigil you’ve never learned—he gets quiet. He locks your blood samples in a vault. Has the coven run tests. Has Nocte Labs flag your name in red. And when you say “something’s coming”? He believes you. He prepares for war.

Minho He watches. Doesn't speak on it. But every time you start muttering about shadows at 3am, he sets salt around the bed. One night you wake up sobbing from a dream and find a knife under your pillow. He won’t explain it. He just says:

“Next time, stab first.”

Changbin Immediately starts cataloguing your symptoms like a case study—until he realizes your “delusions” are predictions. He starts dreaming when he drinks from you. Nightmares. You see them too. He won’t say it, but he’s scared. And in awe. And so, so protective now.

Hyunjin You're haunted. He knows. So is he. He draws the things you mutter in your sleep. Sketches them into whole murals. Sometimes your hands move at the same time. Sometimes your eyes go blank and he whispers, “tell me what you see.”

Jisung He jokes at first. “My baby’s got a ghost friend.” But when the glamours stop working on you he goes silent. He builds you a dreamcatcher from obsidian and bone. You hang it. The dreams get louder.

Felix Felix has seen these beings before. The shadows in your dreams? He met them. He ran from them. When you speak their names in your sleep, he clutches your wrist and says, “Don’t say it again. Even here.”

Seungmin He reads every book on empathic blood types, oracular trauma, and veil disturbances. He logs your episodes. He treats you like a rare artefact… but never lets you feel like a freak.

“If something’s coming, I’d rather face it next to you than blind.”

Jeongin You scare him at first. Not because he thinks you’re evil—because you feel like a mirror. You whisper things he’s never told anyone. You write things he hasn’t lived yet. And he tells you, gently: “I think we’re the same kind of wrong.”

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💚🌹Anons—you opened the gates. Will I do a deep dive into these mythical beings? Who knows. Not any time soon that's for sure.

Thank you for the ask lovelies. stay hydrated in this heat 💋🦇

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🌀 COLLIN-THEGREAT LOGGED: “what if I topped a vampire but he was actually just letting me think I topped a vampire?”

OKAY COLLIN-THEGREAT—first of all?? You had me at “unstable human who loves a little mind fuck” because THAT IS THE ENERGY WE RUN ON HERE. 🩸💦🧠 Second of all?? YOU WANT DOMMIE BLOOD DOLL Y/N??? You want to flip the script on the apex predators??? You want to tug a vampire’s leash and see who moans first???

LET’S GO.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI, smut, dom/sub dynamics, mild bondage, primal themes, blood kink (vampire lore), possessiveness. all consensual. all feral.

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💋WHAT HAPPENS WHEN Y/N TRIES TO TAKE CONTROL DURING SEX (vampire!SKZ edition)

🩸 Bang Chan

You straddle him. You lean in close. You whisper, “Tonight, I’m calling the shots.”

He smiles. Slow. Lazy. Deadly. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s see how long you last.”

Let you think you’re in control for five minutes flat. He’s watching. Studying. You tie his wrists? He’ll stay still—until you slip. He’ll grind up into you just once, and suddenly your rhythm’s his, your orgasm’s right there, and his voice is in your ear saying: “Control isn’t about who’s on top. It’s about who breaks first. Wanna try again?”

Subby? Never. Let you pretend? Oh, absolutely. Secretly obsessed with your dominance streak? Completely. Will use it to destroy you later? 100%.

🩸 Lee Minho

You pull him by the collar of his shirt. You try to pin his wrists. You want to see the predator submit.

He laughs.

“Darling. You want to top a vampire built to break bones?”

But when you command him? When you look him dead in the eyes and say, “On your knees”—he goes still. He kneels. Slowly. But not because he’s yours.

Because he wants to see what kind of god you think you are. And then he'll worship you. Worship you wrong.

“I’ll obey. But don’t beg for mercy when you forget who you’re riding.”

🩸 Seo Changbin

You tell him you’re setting the pace tonight.

He leans back. Smirks. Spreads his thighs. “Go on then. Do your worst.”

He lives for it. You being greedy? Desperate? Riding his cock? Grinding over his abs with your hands on his chest?? YES.

He won’t stop you. But he will tease you relentlessly.

“This what you wanted, baby? You look so cute when you’re trying to be in charge.” “You wanna use me? Go ahead. Just remember who’s gonna flip you over when you’re done.”

A+ for enthusiastic consent and ruinous comebacks.

🩸 Hwang Hyunjin

You tie him down. Tell him not to move. Not to bite. Not to speak.

He moans.

He wants to be wrecked. He wants to be worshipped. He wants to look up at you, flushed and trembling, saying “Is this what you wanted?” But make no mistake—if you falter even once, he’ll snap the restraints with his teeth and flip you so fast your lungs forget how to work.

“You wanted a pet, didn’t you?… But pets bite, darling.”

🩸 Han Jisung

He’s SO INTO IT. He’ll let you sit on his face. He’ll moan under you. He’ll beg to taste you. To fuck you.

But the second you think you’re fully in control? He flips you with a laugh and pins you to the mattress like a fucking wrestler.

“You were doing so good, baby. But now it’s my turn.”

🩸 Lee Felix

You straddle him. Tell him to lie still. Keep his hands off. You trail your fingers over his chest and whisper, “You're mine tonight.”

And he just smiles. Bright. Sweet. Like he’s never done anything wrong in his life.

“Okay, baby. Tell me what to do.”

But something in his voice clicks. Something in his eyes says, this is a trap. He lets you use him—grind on him, ride him, take what you need—and he moans like he’s thankful for it.

But when you come undone? When your pace falters, when your thighs shake, when your breath catches? His hands suddenly grip your hips. Hard. And he whispers against your throat: “My turn.”

🩸 Kim Seungmin

He lets you think you’ve won. You’re grinding on him. Whimpering in his lap. Telling him to shut up and be good.

He’s quiet. Watching. And then he says, low and deadly: “You think I’m obedient just because I don’t speak?”

He’ll give you exactly what you want—until it’s no longer what you need. Then it’s over. He’ll flip the script, flip you, and you’ll be begging him to finish what you started.

Seungmin is dangerous when provoked. Loves the illusion of surrender.

🩸 Yang Jeongin

At first, he blushes when you take control. He lets you pin him. Lets you ride. Lets you whisper filth in his ear.

But the second he catches the scent of your slick and your heartbeat stutters—Something in him breaks open. His eyes go sharp. His smile goes slow. Too slow. You see the fangs—just barely peeking. And then he tilts his head and says: “You wanna be in charge?… Then take it, baby. Before I do.”

It is at that moment, you realize you’ve awakened something, and it’s not stopping. He doesn’t flip you. He lets you stay on top—lets you think it’s still yours—while he drags moans from your chest and wrecks you from underneath with lethal sweetness.

“Told you I could be good... But it’s so much more fun when I’m not.”

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YOU’RE WELCOME. STAY HORNY. STAY DELIRIOUS. AND NEVER TRUST A SUBMISSIVE VAMPIRE. 🥀

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🍓 ANON LOGGED: “currently one intrusive thought away from sobbing… can Chan hug me and tsundere Lino call me annoying in a loving way?”

AWW ANON 😭💖 come here. First of all: YOU’RE SO LOVED. Second: I am absolutely giving you both soft Chan and tsundere Minho. You deserve fluff so powerful it wraps around your anxiety like a blanket fresh out the dryer.

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Bang Chan

You’re overwhelmed. Your chest feels too tight. The world’s too loud. Everything’s shaking—maybe even your hands.

And then he finds you. Doesn’t say anything at first. Just drops to his knees in front of you. Takes your hands in his, thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists, grounding you.

“Hey, hey… I got you. You’re okay. Just breathe, alright?”

He pulls you into his lap. Wraps his arms around your back. Rocks you—slow and steady, like you’re the only rhythm he knows. His hoodie smells like vanilla and something warm, and his heartbeat is so steady it calms your own.

“It's okay. I am here. I'm staying. Let me hold you, take it all out. I'll listen.”

When you finally look up, there are no questions in his eyes. Just that soft, half-smile—the one he saves for when he’s proud of you. And he presses a kiss to your forehead like he’s sealing you back together.

Lee Minho

You try to hide how bad it is. Of course you do. Minho notices immediately.

“Why are you making that face?”

“I’m fine.”

“That’s what people say when they’re definitely not.”

You try to laugh it off. He glares at you. Mutters something under his breath. Storms out of the room.

You think you scared him off.

Then he comes back.

With your favourite snack. Your cosiest blanket. A little heat pack that smells faintly of lavender. And he throws it all down next to you on the bed like he’s annoyed with it—then sighs and sits beside you, cross-legged and arms folded.

“I’m not good at this, okay?”

“But you don’t have to act happy around me. Just be you. Even if you’re sad. I’ll deal with it.”

His hand finds yours and he squeezes gently. You lean on his shoulder. He doesn't move. Doesn’t flinch. Just sits there quietly, letting you cry if you need to, while the show in the background on the tv plays and the soft glow of the screen washes over both of you.

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🥹 I hope this helps even a little bit. 💌 Sending you soft hoodie hugs and forehead kisses

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🐈 ANON LOGGED: “what if someone even thinks about touching her—do they die fast or slow?”

OH 🐈ANON. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOME mortal fool lays even a finger on the blood doll that belongs to the most dangerous vampire syndicate alive? You want to know what happens when someone thinks they can just graze her wrist or breathe too close like she isn’t marked, claimed, and watched from every shadow?

OH, BABY. Let me show you what unholy wrath looks like.

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🩸 WHAT VAMPIRE!SKZ DO WHEN SOMEONE CROSSES THE LINE WITH HER (even a little)

Bang Chan The second it happens—before you even flinch—Chan has already seen it. He doesn't raise his voice. Doesn't even move fast. He just walks over calmly and says: “You touched what’s mine.”

And then it’s over.

The offender doesn’t even scream—Chan has them on the ground, one hand around their throat, other hand drenched in blood. When he looks up at you after?

“You okay, sweetheart?” “...No one touches you but me. Ever.”

He’ll carry you home. Soothe your nerves. And the next morning, that person’s name is wiped off every database like they never existed.

Lee Minho He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t speak. He simply walks over—slow, graceful, terrifying.

And with a soft, elegant voice: “Did you mean to do that? Or should I remove your hands just in case?”

You blink. And suddenly the person’s arm is dislocated, shattered from the inside. He brushes your shoulder off with his fingers like the touch contaminated you.

Then he leans in close to you and whispers: “I’d never let anyone defile you. You’re sacred to me.”

Seo Changbin He’s already halfway to feral. The second someone touches you? He’s between you and them with a low growl in his chest.

“Move. Move right now before I tear you open and we find out how long it takes your organs to shut down.”

He grabs your hand, checks your pulse, kisses your wrist gently to soothe the adrenaline and then turns back around with murder in his eyes.

“You ever even look at her again, you won't live to see the next sunrise.”

Hwang Hyunjin At first, he looks heartbroken. Shocked. Eyes wide. Staring at your arm like it’s bruised even though it’s not.

Then?

He loses it. He’s laughing while dragging the offender to their knees. His voice is shaking—from rage, not fear.

“You touched a masterpiece with dirty hands. How do you plan to pay for that, huh?”

He makes them apologize. Not to him—to you. And only after you nod does he finally let go. Still twitching. Still high on fury.

Then turns to you like nothing happened and whispers: “You’re okay now, angel. I’ve got you.”

Han Jisung No one even sees him move. One second he’s joking by the bar, the next he’s got a blade to someone’s gut, smiling like a lunatic.

“Oh my godddd, you actually touched her? Do you want your fingers back, or should I gift wrap them?”

He’s laughing. You’re shaking. He shoves the offender back and wipes your skin clean with a silk handkerchief, mumbling: “So fucking lucky I don’t blackmail your entire bloodline.”

Later, when you’re curled up next to him, he still can’t let it go. “You smell like them. Hate it. Let me fix it.” And he does. With his mouth. With his hands. With vengeance.

Lee Felix Oh. Oh, no. See, Felix doesn’t rage. He darkens. He gets quiet. Still. Voice low enough to make your spine shiver.

“She’s not for touching.”

And then? He grabs the offender by the face—gently—and drives them into the wall. He doesn't even bite them until after the screaming starts.

When he turns back, he’s smiling like he didn’t just crack someone’s skull or bleed them dry.

“You okay, love? Want me to carry you out of here?”

His hands shake later. Not from fear—from how close he was to going too far. He presses his forehead to yours and whispers: “They won’t ever try again.”

Kim Seungmin He doesn’t get violent—he gets lethal. He walks up to the offender, smiles politely, and says: “You have five seconds to apologize. And then you’re going to walk out that door. If you don’t?… Well. Let’s just say I’ve already texted someone who’d enjoy what happens next.”

He’s not bluffing. You feel his hand on your lower back, guiding you gently behind him. His whole body is taut with controlled rage.

Later, he looks at you and murmurs: “You don’t need to be scared. Not when I’m here.”

And you believe him. Yang Jeongin He didn’t mean to go feral. He didn’t even know it would happen. But when someone brushed your wrist—just once—his vision went red. Suddenly the offender’s pinned against a wall, and Jeongin is growling like something ancient took over. “You don’t touch her. You don’t even look at her.” He doesn’t hear you calling his name until you touch his shoulder. He blinks. Comes back to himself. Sees you. “...Did they hurt you?” “No?” “Good. Because I was about to make them disappear.”

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🐈 anon — thank you for this DELICIOUS ask. You always come crawling out of the shadows with exactly the kind of feral brainrot I crave. Never stop. Inbox is always open for you 🦇💋

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🩸 HOW VAMPIRE!SKZ REACT TO:

YOU TAKING A HIT FOR THEM

YOU WEARING THEIR FAVORITE HOODIE

Bang Chan

You take a hit for him: He snaps. Instant blood rage. You go down and the world tilts. He doesn’t stop until every threat is ash and silver. When he finally turns to you, hands shaking, voice raw—

“Why the hell would you do that?” “You’re not supposed to bleed for me. That’s my job.”

Carries you home. Cleans your wounds himself. Sleeps on the floor by your bed just in case.

You wear his hoodie: GONE. It’s over for him. You’re walking around the house in his faded hoodie, sleeves too long, scent clinging to you?

“You’re trying to kill me, huh?” “You’re lucky I like the view.”

Pulls you into his lap and buries his nose in your neck like it’s his last inhale.

Lee Minho

You take a hit for him: He doesn’t react at first. Too stunned. Then? The silence breaks.

“You idiot.” “You absolute reckless, infuriating—beautiful idiot.”

He presses a kiss to your temple while stitching you up, jaw clenched so hard it aches. The next person who even thinks of hurting you will never be found.

You wear his hoodie: He pretends not to care. “Tch. Looks better on me.” But when you curl up next to him in it and fall asleep? He tugs the hood up over your head gently and whispers, “You can keep it.” You hear the softest “mine” as he wraps an arm around your waist.

Seo Changbin

You take a hit for him: Immediate panic. His whole world narrows to you. He’s already applying pressure to the wound while growling through fangs.

“No no no—don’t you ever do that again. You hear me?” “I’d burn the world for you, don’t you dare take that from me.”

He won’t stop checking on you every five minutes for a week.

You wear his hoodie: He just STARES. Brain static. Bloodlust and heart-eyes. “You wearing that to tease me, or am I supposed to believe you just happened to pick that hoodie?” Traps you against the wall in it. Kisses you like it’s a thank-you and a threat.

Hwang Hyunjin

You take a hit for him: He screams. Not because you’re bleeding—but because he knows that was meant for him. Falls to his knees beside you, whispering your name like a prayer, like a curse.

“I’d rather die than watch you hurt for me.”

Later, he paints your hand wrapped in gauze. Keeps the image framed in his studio. Never forgets it.

You wear his hoodie: He stares. Eyes wide. Breath caught. “You… you look like a dream.” Walks up slowly. Runs a hand through your hair. Then kisses you like he’s been waiting centuries just to see you that soft.

Han Jisung

You take a hit for him: Breaks on the spot. Like actual tears. Tries to laugh it off—“That was dramatic of you, babe…”—but he’s shaking.

“Don’t ever do that again. Promise me. Please. I’d never recover.”

Sleeps curled around you for nights after. Doesn't say anything—just listens to your heartbeat like it's proof you're still here.

You wear his hoodie: He melts. Literally collapses on the floor like you just shot him. “You have ten seconds to take that off or I’m going to do things to you. Violently. Affectionately.” Takes a thousand photos of you in it. His lockscreen? Yeah, it's you in the hoodie, biting your lip and laughing.

Lee Felix

You take a hit for him: He goes silent. Dead silent. Eyes pitch black. Expression unreadable. And then he absolutely destroys whoever laid a hand on you. Later? He curls around you on the couch, cheek against your thigh, whispering—

“You’re everything to me. You don’t get to risk that.”

You find out later he tore through half the underground that night. Silently. Efficiently. For you.

You wear his hoodie: He just stares. Whispers, “You’re so fucking cute… I can’t take it.” Wraps his arms around you from behind and tugs the hood over your head. Sinks his fangs into your neck slowly, like he’s claiming the whole moment.

Kim Seungmin

You take a hit for him: He gets dangerously quiet. Blood on your skin = red in his vision. Doesn't even stop to threaten anyone—just eliminates the threat and rushes to you.

“You stupid, reckless angel. You didn’t need to do that.”

He patches you up. Kisses your hand. Spends hours researching how to prevent it from ever happening again.

You wear his hoodie: He lifts an eyebrow. “Is that my limited edition hoodie you just stole?” You shrug. He sighs—then presses a kiss to your forehead and lets it go. Until the next morning, when he’s wrapped you in three more hoodies because: “You get cold. Don’t argue.”

Yang Jeongin

You take a hit for him: SNAPS. He didn’t know he could go that feral that fast. The scream you let out? The sound of your pain? It broke something inside him. “No one touches you. Not even for me.” Afterwards, he holds you for hours. Refuses to let go. Cries into your shoulder.

You wear his hoodie: His heart literally stops. “You’re wearing that in front of me? With those eyes? On purpose???” He pulls the hood up himself. Tugs you into his lap. Whispers against your neck, “You’re mine. Hoodie and all.”

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✨ © Anon, you asked for feelings and vampires and you got a whole damn emotional buffet. Thank you for feeding the inbox and always bringing great brainrot 🦇💋

⚠️ warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, brat-taming, bloodplay, vampire rituals, rough sex, threesome (Minho x reader x Jisung), fangs, possessiveness, overstimulation, and mind-melting praise/degradation. viewer discretion is deliciously advised.

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🐹 ANON LOGGED: “my freak brain said ‘minsung threesome with a brat’ and i haven’t known peace since.” 🐹 ANON LOGGED (pt. 2): “what if i scratched him too hard and he liked it. what if i drew blood. what if i…”

YES YES YESSSSS 🐹 ANON IS OFFICIALLY LOCKED IN. Welcome to the rodent of desire cult—may your freak brain never be silenced and your aftercare always include my filth 💋💉

Let’s break this into your two glorious asks:

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1. 🐹 MINSUNG THREESOME WITH A BRAT!READER??

Minho – Your Boyfriend, Your Soft-Ruiner

He’s been thinking about it. Not because he isn’t satisfied—but because you’re such a mouthy little brat and he knows exactly who could help him shut you up.

He brings it up casually: “What would you do if I invited Jisung over next time you act out?”

And you laugh. Roll your eyes. Tease him. But he sees the flicker in your expression. You want it.

Jisung is thrilled when Minho finally asks. Grinning like a devil in a hoodie.

“You sure? You can handle both of us?” “Ohhh, brat’s gonna cry, huh? Can't wait.”

🔥 The Dynamic:

Minho = Precision. Cold control. The leash-holder.

Jisung = Whiplash chaos. Praise and degradation in the same breath.

You sass them once? Jisung’s laughing as he bends you over, Minho’s hand wrapped around your throat from behind.

You moan too loud? Minho leans in and says: “What did we say about being greedy?”

You bite Jisung? He just groans and says: “She’s in that mood again, hyung. You gonna let her get away with that?”

They coordinate. One holds. One fucks. One teases. One praises. They switch. They ruin. You are overstimulated, overstimulated, overstimulated.

The brat in you? Humbled. But also a little smug when you wake up wrecked and they’re both passed out next to you like they’ve been drained dry.

“So… when’s round two?”

2. 🩸 Vampire!SKZ: You Draw Blood on Them

(injesting blood was answered here but let's expand on the you draw blood on them! 💅)

Bang Chan

You scratch him across the chest during sex—not deep, but enough for blood to bead.

He stills immediately. Looks down. Then at you. “Do you know what that means?”

Not angry. Not scared. Focused.

To draw blood from him is to challenge him. Claim him. Cross the line between prey and partner. He lets it happen—but next time, he holds your hands down. Kisses your pulse and murmurs, “If you draw from me again, sweetheart… you better be ready to bleed too.”

Lee Minho

You drag your nails down his back. He hisses through his teeth, but doesn’t stop. After? He looks in the mirror. Sees it. Smiles, slow and dangerous.

“You marked me... So I’m marking you next.”

You wake up with a bite above your heart and a sigil drawn on your thigh in dark red ink—his blood mixed with something older.

“Equal exchange. That’s how blood works. Next time? Ask first.”

Seo Changbin

You scratch his shoulder during sex—barely a break in the skin, but it glistens red.

He goes dead silent. Stares at it. Then at you.

“Do you know how rare it is for someone to make me bleed?”

You expect him to get mad. Instead, he grabs your hand, kisses your knuckles, then grinds into you harder than before.

“Guess I’ll let it slide... But only because it’s you.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Your bite catches the underside of his jaw—sharp, messy, and intentional.

He gasps. Not from pain. From delight. His hand cradles your neck like he’s holding a masterpiece. Blood trickles down his collarbone and he lets it stain the sheets.

After, he kisses your pretty lips. “Do it again next time. Leave your teeth. Leave your passion.”

You’re his favourite kind of chaos now.

Han Jisung

You scratch his side during a particularly bratty moment. He yelps. For show. Then looks down, sees the blood, and his eyes go wide.

“You made me BLEED? Babe. Babe. You wounded me.”

He milks it. Clutches his chest. Calls you a violent little kitten. But you see the glint in his eye.

“You’re so lucky that was hot.”

He absolutely retaliates. Gives you matching claw marks on your thighs the next time.

Lee Felix

You claw at his chest while you're on top. It’s instinct. Raw. Thoughtless. You see blood. You freeze. He tilts his head, looks down, then up at you—expression unreadable.

“Careful, love. My blood’s not like yours.”

He doesn’t punish you. But he changes after that. Slower. Darker. Makes you look at the mark. Makes you understand the weight of what you’ve done.

“Next time you draw blood… make sure you’re ready to carry it.”

Kim Seungmin

You're riding him. Being a little bold. A little bratty. So you dig your nails into his chest—hard enough to draw blood.

At first? He doesn’t even flinch. Doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t warn you. Just looks up at you—expression flat. Controlled. Dangerous.

“Did you just break skin?”

You slow. Try to gauge him. Then he exhales slowly, voice calm like ice sliding into a vein.

“You wanted attention? You’ve got it now.”

He grips your hips—tight. Bruising. Thrusts up once—deep—until you gasp. Until the control is completely his again.

“My blood isn’t yours to take. Not without permission. You don’t get to mark me unless I say so.”

He doesn’t stop fucking you. But when he’s done, the blood’s still drying on his chest—and you’re limp, wrecked, unable to look away.

“Next time you want to be bold, sweetheart… use your words. Not your claws.”

Yang Jeongin

You’re on top, whining, grinding, moaning like you own him. You claw at his chest—nails scraping, a flash of red blooming beneath your fingers.

He flinches. Not from pain. From something worse. Still beneath you, still letting you move—But his pupils blow wide. He is smiling, fangs in full view.

“You really just made me bleed?”

He grabs your wrists. Rolls you under him like it’s nothing. Like you weigh less than thought. “You wanna play rough? You want the part of me that’s not safe?”

His hips grind into you slow. Blood slick on your fingertips. His hands shaking with restraint.

“Okay, baby. Let’s see how long you last when the monster gets to play too.”

He doesn’t let go. Not until he’s sure you understand that drawing blood from him means you don’t get the sweet version anymore.

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🐹 I hope this is what your bloodlusty little rodent brain needed. Thank you for the brainrot. Thank you for the asks. Keep sinning. I’m always here to catch it 🦇💋

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🧃 ANON LOGGED: “do they ever lose control? like… mid-bite oopsie-daisy blood frenzy??”

YES YESSS nougatjade!! First of all — thank you SO much for reading and sending this delicious question 💌 Second — your English is perfectly clear and beautiful, please never apologize 💕

Now, to answer your question

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🩸 DO VAMPIRE!SKZ EVER LOSE CONTROL WHILE BITING?

Short answer: No. Because if they do… you die.

🧬 Rule #1: Feeding is Sacred, Regulated, and Extremely Dangerous.

Vampire bites aren't just fangs and fun — they involve:

A neurochemical toxin that paralyzes and pleasures the human

Precise blood extraction, regulated by the vampire's own internal clock

A bonding effect that starts forming at first contact

For most vampires — especially Abnormals — biting is like holding a loaded gun to your throat while trying to make you come.

🧠 Losing control = fatal consequences.

If a vampire drinks too much:

Blood pressure crashes

Organ shutdown begins

Neural shock hits (pleasure receptors get fried)

You faint or fall into a coma-like trance

And worst case? Siring begins by accident (Which means: your body dies, your brain melts, and unless the full ritual is completed, you rot from the inside).

They can’t afford to lose control. Ever.

🔥 That said… they get close.

They bite too deep.

Their hunger spikes.

You moan a certain way and they almost forget themselves.

But they always catch it in time. They were trained. Conditioned. Obsessed with control (Especially Chan, Minho, and Seungmin — they would rather die than harm you).

🩸 Example: You faint mid-bite.

They panic.

Immediately stop.

Wrap you in blankets, pace the room, whisper apologies over and over.

“I took too much. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You trusted me.”

You wake up in their arms. Shivering. And they treat you like you’re made of porcelain for days.

✨ In Summary:

Do they lose control? No. Do they skirt the edge of it while fucking you mid-bite, trembling from the effort not to drain you dry? Absolutely.

That’s what makes it hot.

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nougatjade — thank you SO much for this bloody delicious ask 🩸💕 . Your English was perfect, your curiosity was hotter, and you're always welcome in my inbox anytime. Come back soon. I’ll have the fangs ready 💋🦇

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🫦 sheerfreesia007 LOGGED: “help i’m blocked and horny and want Seungmin to rail the motivation back into me.”

OH YES SHEERFREESIA007!!! You have summoned the “blocked & needy” writing demon support group, and SKZ is READY TO HELP.

⚠️ warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI, explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral fixation, power play, degradation/praise, soft doms & brat-taming, possessiveness, mental health (creative burnout), and motivational railing.

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🧠 SKZ SPICY COMFORT WHEN YOU'RE CREATIVELY BLOCKED (aka how they rail you back into writer mode)

Kim Seungmin

You’re pacing, grumbling, deleting whole paragraphs, near tears. He walks in, glances at your screen, tilts his head.

“Still blocked? Hm.”

You don’t even have time to sass him—he’s already grabbing your jaw and kissing you slow, calculated, like he’s studying your syntax through your tongue.

And then?

He bends you over the desk.

“Words failing you? That’s okay. You won’t need them while I’m fucking the tension out of you.”

When he’s done—messy, breathless, satisfied—he kisses the back of your neck, tucks a blanket around you, and mutters: “Now. Write. Or I’ll make you earn your next orgasm.”

You write 2k words in one sitting.

Lee Minho

He sees you staring at your WIP like it personally offended you.

“That bad, huh?”

You glare. He smirks.

“Fine. Let’s reset your brain.”

He drags you to bed. Makes you beg for it. Denies you three times. Then fucks you slow—controlled, like each thrust is correcting your pacing problems.

“There. That’s what good rhythm feels like.”

After? He cuddles you, kisses your temple, and whispers: “Now sit down and make that scene bleed.”

Han Jisung

You’re whining. Keyboard untouched. Brain offline.

He crawls into your lap. “Wanna write, baby? Need help?”

Drags to bed and makes you ride him while he's whispering scene ideas in your ear. Gasps out metaphors between moans.

“What if… the villain’s betrayal is actually… mmfuck… emotional projection?”

By the end, you're overstimulated and somehow have a full outline voice-recorded on his phone.

“Look at you—so smart, so talented. I’m gonna cry.”

Seo Changbin

You’re spiraling. So he pulls you off the chair, onto his lap. “You’ve been pushing too hard. Let me handle you for a bit.”

One hand on your throat. One arm locking you in place. He fucks you deep while whispering: “You’re brilliant. Every line you write drips power. You just forgot for a second.”

After, he runs you a bath, makes you tea, sits beside you until you open your laptop again.

And when you do?

“There’s my girl.”

Lee Felix

You’re stressed. Slumped. Sighing into your keyboard. He walks in wearing nothing but grey sweats and a soft smirk.

“I could let you write… Or I could make you forget your name first.”

He goes down on you like he’s praying. Smiles into your thighs. Whispers praise between every kiss.

“You’re the most creative person I know. Let me remind you what it feels like to flow.”

You black out. Wake up to 3k words and a very smug Felix spooning you.

Bang Chan

You’re stuck. Blocked. Frustrated.

He pulls you into his lap and says: “I’ll give you ten minutes. Write something. Anything. If you don’t—I’m putting you on your knees.”

You fail.

And he makes good on the threat. On the floor. Hands in your hair. Filthy words in your ear.

Then? He lifts you, lays you out, and fucks you slow with his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re not blocked, baby. You’re scared. So let me remind you who the fuck you are.”

Hwang Hyunjin

You say you’re blocked. He doesn’t answer. Just kisses you soft. Then hard. Then on your knees.

He fucks you on the balcony. Says it’s so the night air can “clear your head.”

And when you collapse in a dazed mess, thighs shaking? He whispers: “Write about this. Start with the part where you begged.”

Yang Jeongin

You sigh. Say you’ll never finish anything again. He closes your laptop. Walks you to the bedroom. Doesn’t say a word. Until you’re naked, whining, pinned beneath him—and he murmurs: “Say it again. Say you’re not capable. I want to hear it while you’re shaking.”

You can’t. Because his fingers are inside you, and your mind is gone.

Later? He sets your laptop on your lap and says: “Now write. Or I’ll drag you back in and start over.”

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To my precious SheerFreesia007 — First of all: thank you for the ask, the trust, and the chaos. Second: I see you, blocked but brimming with ideas, frustrated but still showing up. That matters. That counts. And I promise, the words will come back. Whether it’s through plot mapping, porn, or pure delulu—you’ve got this. Now go get ruined & write like you mean it 😌💌✒️

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🥟 ANON LOGGED: “so what if i accidentally joined a vampire cult because curiosity and now i belong to him forever. asking for a friend.”

👀 oh… oh this is scrumptious. too curious for their own good? reader poking their nose into their territory like “what’s this weird vampire cult??” everyone else: don’t look them in the eyes. don’t say his name. don’t walk past the blood-gate at twilight. reader: “what’s the blood-gate? 😇”

and Hyunjin??? as the one they warned you about??? the aesthetic alone is spine-tingling: veiled altars, crimson veined marble, art hanging crooked in gold frames, ink-stained hands lifting your chin like: “Curiosity is the first step to surrender. And you… were born for devotion.”

YES. I love this. I’m taking it. I’m eating it.

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MINI SNIPPET

They said it in whispers. Behind closed doors. Scribbled in the back of grimoires and scrawled over flyers that kept reappearing no matter how often the town burned them.

You looked anyway.

And now you’re here. Knees bruised on velvet-stained stone. The air thick with incense and something older. Older than history. Older than sin. The cultists don’t speak—don’t need to. Their eyes glow like dying embers in the candlelight. Watching.

But you only see him.

Hyunjin.

Cloaked in black silk robes, hair tied back with a blood-red ribbon, the edges of his mouth stained dark with something that might be wine. Or might be you.

He moves like mist—like temptation incarnate—until he’s standing above you, gaze low, fingers hooked under your chin.

"Curiosity," he murmurs, voice like a velvet knife. "That’s what brought you here? You followed the whispers like thread. Like a moth."

He tilts your chin higher. "Then burn, little moth."

You should run. You want to run. But your knees won't move. You're not sure if it's fear or want. Or if he's already taken that choice from you.

The other cultists are chanting now. Something in a tongue your body understands but your brain doesn’t. Your skin feels hot. Your mouth dry.

“You wanted answers,” Hyunjin breathes, kneeling in front of you. “But I don’t offer truth. Only transformation. Let me ruin you beautifully.”

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To 🥟 anon — thank you for crawling out of the crypt with this juicy offering. You were so right to ask. Don’t be a stranger. Come back soon. The cult remembers you 💋🦇

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🦭 ANON LOGGED: “I got flustered reading Han's /)(\ and now I live here I guess”

OF COURSE YOU CAN BE 🦭 ANON!!! welcome to the vampire crypt and tattoo shop hellhole, population: us <3 🖤

your message made me kick my lil feet for real—thank you sm for reading, for enjoying the lore and the horny chaos, and for dropping by with this sweetness.

more tattoo boys, more vampire rituals, and more feral thirst posts are always brewing. so get comfy, grab a bite (or let them take one), and keep that inbox energy strong. ILY 🫀🩸

you’re amazing. yes, you. can’t wait to see what reactions you have to what’s coming next… 🦇💋

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If you made it to the end of this unholy archive of brat blood, cult confessions, vamp violence, and Seungmin dick-down therapy—

🩸 congrats. you're no longer human. 🩸 your soul? barcoded. 🩸 your cravings? irreversible. 🩸 your fate? sealed in fangmarks.

🦷 This is not fiction. This is infection. Thank you for bleeding with me. Come back twitching 💋🦇

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swanimagines · 1 year ago

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MASKS | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: You are incredibly beautiful but you have always been insecure of your own face, so you wear a mask. But in the middle of doing a heist, the mask breaks.

Ever since childhood, you hadn't liked what you saw in the mirror. Your nose was too big. Or too small. Your lips were too thin. Or then they looked like a bee had just stung them. Your eye color was bland. You just bashed yourself in front of the mirror every morning as you had brushed your teeth, and other kids at your neighborhood didn't really help with that - kids could be cruel if they were given a reason for it.

So, that day you moved into Ketterdam, you made yourself a mask before anyone got to know you. A beautiful white mask made of porcelain, with cat ears and a red stripe going over your eye. It fit perfectly around your face, hiding any imperfections behind its perfect curves.

You joined the Dregs, a gang ran by a young man who was barely 18. Kaz Brekker wasn't interested about your mask, he only wanted to know how you could fight and you were in. It didn't take long after that before you joined the heists with him and the other five people who called themselves "Crows". You quickly had made friends with them, spending evenings with them and finally feeling like you had a family again.

Kaz ended up growing something more than just your boss. It took a while, but he let his walls down with you, took a faint hold of your hand when you were worried about your wounded friend and even tried to comfort you, although he wasn't a master in it. In turn, you had showed him your face, let yourself be vulnerable too. He had looked at you with so much love you thought it's uncharacteristic of him, but at the same time you felt how your cheeks grew hot as you felt cared about for the first time in years.

Jesper had seen your face too, but it was by accident. He had barged in to Kaz's room because Wylan was missing and he was scared out of his mind and walked straight to the bedroom, just in time to see you sit up and your eyes met his. He froze for a moment before you ducked your head and took your mask, and Jesper knew better than to question it. He told you that Wylan is missing and you sprang into action immediately, dressing up and hurrying out of the office.

Turned out Wylan had been fetching Jesper a cake because the sharpshooter's birthday was the next day. Thank the Saints you found him first, so the surprise wouldn't be ruined.

A few months from that, and you were on another heist. Another merchant in the city, who has bragged about his fortunes a little too enthusiastically. In Ketterdam, you had to remember that someone was always listening, and this time that someone was Inej. A week from that, and you were at the manor of that merchant.

Kaz had ordered you and Jesper to keep watch at the hallway as he worked on the hidden safe around the corner - the merchant was smarter than he looked, he had put a safe inside a safe, and hid that behind a large and incredibly heavy bookcase. The blueprints were done wrong as a distraction, and Kaz had cursed himself over not realising it. So it had taken a while to actually get on the safe.

Footsteps were heard from the right, and Jesper's hand immediately went to his other gun. A few guards bickered about something, and Kaz halted his movements upon hearing that too. Jesper met his eyes, and he nodded towards the guards. Jesper started making his way towards them and you glanced at Kaz who started working on the safe again.

You hadn't known what was happening before you already felt a blade on your throat.

"Don't move, bitch," said a voice behind you. His breath had a bitter scent of garlic and you scrunched your nose at it.

The man with the knife pressed hard enough to cut your skin but didn't draw blood yet. A thought of him killing you and going after Kaz next crossed your mind, an d that thought made your heart start racing faster and adrenaline kicking in.

You knew it was stupid. Irresponsible. You should wait for Kaz to deal with it, he by no doubt was already thinking what to do to save you. But you weren't a lady in distress, you refused to be.

So you stomped on his foot with all your might and when he grunted, you elbowed his jaw. The knife made a scratch on your face and you heard something shattering - probably a vase on the drawer next to you. You started giving punches to the brute until he laid on the ground unconscious, and then turned back around to see all your friends gathered there to see what's the noise about. You let out a breath of relief upon seeing they were all alright and walked up to them as you tried to catch your breath. You didn't pay attention to it at first, but then you noticed that they were staring at you.

"What?" you asked, frowning.

"Darling, your mask..." Kaz mumbled, looking over at the shattered piece of art you had been wearing for the past half a decade.

Your heart stopped for a moment.

"Oh," you whispered and suddenly felt self-conscious as you turned away from your friends. Your cheeks burned like hellfire, even though nobody was saying anything about how you looked ugly underneath this disguise. Though, they had probably stared because they didn't recognize you at first, not because of how you looked. But it still felt like the latter option, and the echoes of what the kids in your neighborhood had been saying to you when you were growing up.

"Okay, we got what we came here for, escaping through the third back door." Kaz interrupted the moment and everyone started moving out, leaving Kaz and you standing there to come as last ones.

You walked in silence side by side with Kaz, looking behind the shattered mask - its shards glinting in the moonlight as if to wave its goodbye to you. You felt like a part of you had just been ripped away, and you couldn't help but feel tears in your eyes. The whole thing happened so fast, that none of it registered until that point. Then it was too late.

You could feel the slight night breeze caressing through your face once you were outside in front of the carriage, something you hadn't experienced in years. It felt so foreign now - but somehow also comforting.

You stood there for a moment before Nina spoke.

"Hey, we don't care how you look. We still love you the same."

You closed your eyes against the sudden wetness on your cheek and nodded, sniffling. "I know."

"Hey," Jesper said. He walked up next to you and handed you a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Thanks," you sniffed and wiped at your tears.

Jesper cleared his throat. "It's weird to see you without that mask. You're not ugly, you know. Not really."

You looked down at the cloth in your hands and gave a watery laugh.

"Don't be ridiculous. I've always been ugly."

"No, you aren't. This is what beauty feels like. This is what real beauty would be like."

"Oh," you said softly, biting back more tears.

He glanced at Kaz who was looking at you with something looking like concern. "Kaz is lucky to have you, you know."

You couldn't help but smile a little at that, and everyone started to board the carriage, Jesper being the driver and standing beside the door.

Jesper smirked as he helped you board the carriage, "I know what we just said but just a suggestion, love; you should consider being a model, we could pull out pretty neat heists if you went on a modeling show with rich pigs and turned over their pockets."

You couldn't help but smile at the suggestion - maybe you could finally get rid of the feeling of insecurity you had felt since you were a child.

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lostberet · 1 year ago

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꒰‧₊˚☆༉‧₊˚. ROLL & DICE | min yoongi (m)(s)

୨ৎ synopsis: Your parents never approved of your boyfriend. Your dad loves his car, your boyfriend loves to win, and you love to celebrate his victories.

⋆.˚ genre: smut racer boyfriend!yoongi, established relationship, racer au, inspired by fast and furious kinda, ODETARI inspired, slight age gap (reader is 19, yoongi is 22). ⋆.˚ disclaimer: smut, car sex, parking lot sex car (public sex?), racing, reader gets a bit scared at how fast it goes, dirty talk, yoongi referring to reader as a princess, hoseok calls reader mama, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), hand kink, choking kink, spanking, big!dick!yoongi because he is, creampie. english is not my first lenguage, if i missed anything, let me know ⋆.˚ a/note: I am literally so in love with yoongi, I love him so much, he is my man he just so- UGH, I bite my pillow whenever I see anything relating to Yoongi, I'm so obsessed. Anyways, enjoy, comment and reblog! chiao!

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It was noisy, stinky and slutty.

Your boyfriend's hand tested on your hip, holding you close to him as both of you leaned on the hood of his Dark Blue Mustang, the orange LED lights under the car lighting your feet. You wore a jean mini skirt, pink plump heels, and a tank top that also matched the pink of your heels. Your closet sure was more brighter than your boyfriend's who only wore a baggy black sweats and an oversized black t-shirt. You wore gold jewelry, he wore silver. Yoongi eyed the crowed before turning to look at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear before being interrupted by a loud greeting.

"Yo mama looks good today, Agust D, how'd you been?" A man with a heart-shaped smile walked over as he greeted Yoongi with a hug and a pat on his back, "Smile Hoya!" Yoongi greeted back, turning to look at you and extending his arm towards you, "My woman always looks great."

You accepted Yoongi's hand, smiling at his friend, "Thanks for having me tonight, Smile Hoya" Smile Hoya just waved his hand, for his street style, he sure looked very bright, "Call me Hobi, you're my main guy's girl."

You only smiled, hiding your face on your boyfriend's shoulder while Hobi turned to Yoongi, "Better not lose tonight, got thousands on this baby right here." Hobi stated while he patted the Mustang's hood.

Yoongi only rolled his eyes, "I never lose, Smiles." Hobi, swinging his index finger in the air, "Not with Kai in the house." Turning his whole body towards you, Yoongi hugged your waist, looking down at you, "She's my lucky charm tonight and always." And with a final laugh, Hobi left the two of you alone.

"Shut up, D." You teased before leaning in and pecking his lips. Yoongi only pocked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, "If I win, can I have this?" He asked before slapping your ass, causing your to jerk up. You let out a laugh and smacked his chest, pulling away from him, "Sure you can, only if you win."

"Engines ready!" Yelled a blonde, her bikini top was loose and her shorts were down a bit to where her pink thong was displayed. You looked at Yoongi as he prepared himself, checking the mirrors and losing his nerves. You chuckled a bit before looking in front. The blonde removed her bikini top, displaying her breast. Your jaw dropped as you let out a breathy laugh. You still couldn't get used to this stuff.

"Yours are way prettier, princess." Yoongi teased as he gazed his eyes down on the ground right in front of the blonde's feet. You softly hit Yoongi's arm, which he only laughed. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he stepped on the handle, letting the Mustang roar. His head turned to his left, where Kai was, his windows rolled down as he sent Yoongi a friendly raise of his hand, Yoongi only nodded once at him.

"Ready.." The blonde echoed once more, eyeing the crowd as they cheered, "Get Set," She commented as she raised her yellow bikini top. You felt your anxiety kick in as you rubbed your hands on your thighs. "Go!" The moment the blonde threw the bikini top on the ground, Yoongi stepped on the paddle, sending the car in motion. Your body pressed back on the seat, Yoongi played with the paddle as he drove the car, smirking as he noticed Kai being left only a few feet behind.

Yoongi reached over towards you and grabbed the walky-talky from your lap, "Smiles, tell me where to go." The other line fell silent before Hobi's cheery voice came on, cheers could be heard in the background, "Turn right into Avenue Street, and you'll get into the highway all down to Washington."

"Thanks, bud, see you at the finish line." Yoongi echoed before throwing the walky-talky behind on the seats and making a sharp turn to the right on Avenue Street. "The Highway??" You asked, holding onto the seat under you, "they cleared the highway up, princess." You frowned your brows a bit, "uh, yoongi.. that's illegal.." Yoongi only let out a deep chuckle, "I know."

Getting into the highway, yoongi changed the handle, causing the car to speed further, noticing Kai catching up. It all seemed to be going well until Hobi's voice echoed on the eat behind him, "D, police noticed the blockage, change of route." Yoongi breathed out a cuss, "princess, can you get the talky for me?" You nodded and turned your body, bending over the small space to grab the talky.

"Nice ass. You wore those cute undies i like?" Yoongi commented, making you turn faster than the speed of light, your face flushed, "you perv.." you huffed as you handed him the talky. Yoongi only grinned before replaying to Hobi, "if the police appear on my ass, we're splitting the money 75 to 25." Yoongi warned, causing the other line to laugh. "If they appear, you just gotta lose them, old pal."

Turning down the highway into a curvy road, Yoongi felt his heart stop, seeing the police car parked. Unable to do anything, he shook his head and continued down the road, causing the police siren to go off. You looked behind you to see the bright blue and red lights, "Seat belt, princess, we've talked about this" You nodded and quickly put on your seatbelt.

The speed of the car made you feel as if you were floating, an interestingly terrifying feeling. You gulped as you felt the sharp turns, "Yoongi.." you whispered, his hand holding yours that clenched your skirt, "You're okay, princess, I'm here."

On the right, Kai sped up, making a right turn to leave the highway and find another route. Yoongi mentally praised the guy. Yoongi had memorized all the streets in the city, that's what every great street racer does, always be prepared. Yoongi grabbed the talky, "Hobi, prepare that finish line, imma lose this shitty cop." Changing the speed, your boyfriend drove towards an exit, going into smaller streets, it was dangerous, but at least he'd lose the cop.

Running through some neighborhoods and allies, Yoongi was able to lose the cop, lightly rubbing your thigh, "see, lost 'em." You only let out a soft laugh, taking a breath in. Hopping back into the right route, Yoongi eyed each enterence, knowing Kai would pop out. As if calculated, Yoongi shifted a lane, Kai appearing beside him, "fucking dick."

The cars were neck to neck, and the sound of the engine echoed in your ears as you gripped the seat, closing your eyes. Yoongi eyed the car next to him, his brows frowning. He could tell from the multiple colors that the finish line had been set, and everyone was waiting for the winner. Yoongi reached behind him, and the sound of clicking and tapping could be heard, "what are you doing?"

Yoongi looked over at you, "winning this race." Your eyes trailed back to the road, your mouth opening a bit in suprise, "so that's how racers do.." Yoongi only giggled softly, setting himself before he grabbed a small control, handling it to you, "have the honor of winning this race."

Your eyes shined as you saw the remote, grabbing the remote and kissing Yoongi's cheek. You waited until Yoongi's call to press it. Kai seemed to have thought the same thing. However, he did it sooner. His car flaying forward. Yoongi only barked out a laugh, "idiot."

After 10 seconds, his car lost its speed, falling back to be neck to neck. Yoongi smirked as he stepped on the peddle, speeding beside him, "Now!" You pressed the button, this time his Mustang flying forwards, you let out a yelp in surprise at the speed, "Oh shit."

You closed your eyes, not wanting to think much about the speed, and before you knew it, the car had slowed down, Yoongi's laugh echoing in the closed space of the car. He did a U-turn and was soon coming to a complete stop. You heard cheers coming from outside the car, your sign that you've made it through the finish line.

You opened your eyes to see people crowding the car. You were about to step out when Yoongi stopped you, "Wait." He lowered the window on his side, Hobi pushing his way through, "You the man, D!" Hobi praised, "Cop was on my ass Smiles, I warned you.”

Hobi only rolled his eyes, "yeah, yeah, I know man–" the sound of sirens distracted the crowd, causing people to scatter to their own cars, "Enjoy your chase, Smiles" Yoongi smirked before driving off, Hobi stood frozen in the chaos before flipping the Mustang off.

The light sound of sirens echoed in the darkness of the parking lot, a few floors of the lower level, the area was dark, probably since it was an old lot. The cops wouldn't check there, and your boyfriend knew that. Yoongi let out a laugh as he looked over, seeing the chase of many cars by the cops, some actually even being pulled over, "We lost them, princess."

You only let out a moan, holding onto the hood of the car. Your boyfriend had you bent over the hood, skirt up to your waist, and cock balls deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around him, leaking from the multiple orgasms you've already had. Yoongi's sticky fingers from all the fingering rested on your hip, your heels weren't bringing in any support to you, having to stand on the tips, "fuck, yoongi.." You whined.

"yes, princess" Your boyfriend purrs, unbothered by your panting self. He pressed his hips more onto yours, feeling him push his dick deeper into you, "please.." your voice was low, yet he understood what you wanted. His fingers dug into your waist as he brought your hips back harder against his own, and the way he was thrusting into you had you feeling like the air was being punched out of your lungs.

His dick was so big, so long, so thick. He knew how to fuck, and he was fucking you so good. Your gummy like walls pulsing around his veiny cock making you moan out filthy words you never imagined that would ever come out of your mouth. He drove you to sin.

Yoongi's hand snaked towards your throat, his fingers wrapping around your throat, as his pace picked up, "You like my hands wrapping around your pretty throat, huh?" You heard him chuckle from behind, getting a moan out of you. Your boyfriend pulled your upper body against his chest, your back pushed against his chest, and a strangled moan escaped your lips, the sensation starting to make you feel light headed.

He was so damn good, and you felt yourself nearing your climax, with him still pounding into you from behind, your breast brushing against the hood as the car moved with the force of his thrusts, and you came, moaning loudly, your orgasm making your body shake, and the sound of your cries was drowned out by the sirens of the police, looking for many more of the racers.

Your hips stuttered, and your vision became hazy as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and you whimpered at the sensory overload, "Slow down.. yoongi,.." you whined, your hand reaching back to hold onto his stomach, trying to push him back just a bit.

Yoongi then took your arm, pinning it behind you, his free hand slapping your ass, causing you to jerk forward, "Let me savor my victory, princess." You twitched under him, still not over your intense orgasm, feeling his cock twitch as he slipped in and out of you, furiously fucking himself into you. His head was thrown back, and soft moans left his mouth. His breath hitched when a load of his milky white cum shot out.

Your eyes rolled back, and it had him gritting his teeth, grinding into you until you couldn't stand, and his own legs barely kept him up anymore. He panted softly, gulping as you melted into him, both of his arms hugging your waist. Slowly, he got himself off you, holding you in place to not collapse.

The sirens had died down by the time Yoongi had helped you clean yourself up. You were shivering from the cold as Yoongi unlocked the car, gesturing for you to get on as he looked down at the street, "This is why your mom hates me." Yoongi commented, causing you to stop before getting into the car, "She hates the age gap and your car."

"Exactly, your dad loves me and your mom hates me." Yoongi leaned in and kissed your forehead, "My dad likes your car, not you." You corrected. Yoongi only shrugged, "tomato, tomato."

After settling you into the passenger seat, Yoongi handed you his jacket to cover your legs, "A win is still a win." Starting the engine, Yoongi leaned into the steering wheel, gaze fixed on you, "And you know how to win."

a/n. I love yoongi :c

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