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bluebeary-jay · 7 months ago

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A promise softly sung

Astarion x f!Reader/Tav

Summary: before the battle that will decide his fate, Astarion is terrified of losing you to Cazador. you comfort him after a nightmare. (set at the beginning of act 3)

Tags: hurt/comfort, BIG angst and some fluff, poor boy doesn't believe he's deserving of love :( let's hold him until he changes his mind

Warnings: mentions of trauma, self-deprecating thoughts, memories of past abuse and torture, c*zador, being unable to move (briefly), tadpoles mention (idk if that's a trigger)

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: hiiiiiiiii my darlings <33 soo this is something else from what i usually write but i finished bg3 recently and i LOVED IT but i'm on a trip rn so in the absence of my pc i found some inner inspiration to write something again. honestly i missed writing very much but i had the biggest block for almost a year now but maybe it'll get better now that my classes are starting again and i'll be needing a distraction lmao. anyway comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated and don't be shy to send in a request! and as always, happy reading!!! <3

He was there again.

Astarion loathed those hard, stone walls as much as he feared them. It was here that he once spent an entire night, having infernal script meticulously carved into his skin. It was here that he was punished every time he disappointed his master, every time he didn’t do well enough on his mission. It was here that he was reminded time and time again how worthless, pathetic and meaningless his existence was. It was here he returned in almost all of his nightmares.

But now you were here, too.

Astarion couldn’t believe this, but no matter how much he blinked or willed himself to wake up, the view before his eyes didn’t change. It was you, chained by the wrists to the ceiling where he was hanging so many times before, your toes just barely scraping the ground that was already splattered with your blood. Your clothes were ripped to shreds and cuts and bruises covered almost every inch of your skin. Astarion wanted to run up to you, to get you somewhere safe and far away from this place, but he found that he was unable to move. It wasn’t shock seizing up his limbs, but magical paralysis which he had experienced a couple of times during combat. Even though he knew it was a spell that was holding him in place, he still fought against it with all the strength he could muster �� but to no avail.

Your eyes, full of tears and fear, met his briefly before you looked past him at someone else.

“Ah, my sweet, insolent boy,” whispered a voice straight from Astarion’s deepest, darkest nightmares, causing him to tense up in terror. A hand – pale, all too familiar in its deceptive tenderness – brushed his jaw from behind before grabbing his hair roughly. The vampire spawn could do nothing but watch as his head was tilted back and he came face to face with his master.

No, it can’t be… How was Cazador here? How were you here?!

“You’ve been a very bad boy, Astarion,” Cazador tutted, shaking his head. “Running away like that, not returning home for months… It’s no way to treat family, isn’t it?” Astarion felt a sharp sting of his master’s quarterstaff at his back, digging into the scars made by the same hand, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t even scream. “But I’ll forgive you… eventually. After all, you brought me this delectable treat…”

Both him and Cazador looked up at you when Astarion realized what – or rather, who – that bastard was talking about. He tried shaking his head, tried begging for him not to hurt you, but he still couldn’t move, his voice was still stuck past his throat and no word or sound came out. In the meantime, Cazador stood up, walking around his spawn to stand in front of you.

“His own survival was always the most important thing to him,” Cazador said almost pitifully, and only after a moment Astarion realized that this time, he was speaking to you. “He’s a selfish, contemptuous creature, after all. Say, did he tell you he loved you before he lured you here like so many others before you? Did he lie, swearing how much you mean to him?”

“Yes, he… he did.”

Astarion prayed to any higher being that it was just the power of another spell compelling you to say that, and not what you were really thinking. He tried to struggle against his own magical restraints, but whatever scroll or verbal command was used, it was far too powerful for the vampire to beat it with sheer willpower alone. He was helpless again – but worse than that, he was forced to watch you being at Cazador’s mercy, too, all while he couldn’t do anything to save you.

“I honestly didn’t think poor Astarion had it in him,” Cazador continued calmly, gliding gracefully around you and disappearing behind your back. Your own eyes, now full of hurt and betrayal, were trained on Astarion’s. He couldn’t turn away, but in the corner of his vision the elf saw a flash of a blade against your bare skin. “To give away one person who, for some strange reason, saw good in a filthy worm like him… But I’m so very proud of you, sweetling.” Cazador looked at him over your shoulder and licked his lips, so, so dangerously close to your neck. “You’ll live to serve me for centuries to come, and you can watch your lover take your place in my ritual… You did well, Astarion.”

No, Astarion cried in the prison of his own body, unable to reach you or to even stop Cazador from spilling lies into your ears. Not her, no, no, please–

“No!”

Cazador smiled widely and sank his teeth into your fragile neck, and you screamed, still looking at Astarion with this horrible hatred in your eyes…

“No, no, please! Take me, please, just don’t–”

“My love, it’s alright, you’re safe…”

“Stop! Please, just–!”

His body suddenly jerked painfully and his eyes shot open, darting around in confusion and trying to figure out where he was. Astarion wasn’t feeling the cold frigid air of the kennels anymore – instead his skin was almost hot, and damp from sweat, but there was something smooth and soft under his back… the sheets. He was in a bed, at an inn. Still panting heavily, he looked around, noting the details in his surroundings: the crooked chandelier, a little window with curtains drawn shut, his shirt hung neatly over the back of the chair… and your shoes right next to it.

At the memory of your battered and tortured body in Cazador’s dungeon, Astarion shot up with a belated sob, almost knocking you over in the process. Only when your warm hand left his cheek did he notice your presence. You were kneeling next to him on the mattress, expression worried and sorrowful, with the last traces of sleep just leaving the edge of your vision. His red eyes scanned your body, but there were no bruises, no cuts made by Cazador’s wretched blade, no burns on your wrists from the manacles he saw you in mere moments ago.

And there was no hatred in your gaze. Only love and care he didn’t deserve.

Astarion’s eyes filled with tears, but before he could run out of the room or hide under the bed, you opened your arms, gently offering him the solace within. And he, being the selfish, contemptuous creature that he was, didn’t deny himself what he wasn’t worthy of.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, petting his hair softly, while the other hand was – as always – mindful of the scars on his back. “It was a dream, my love. You’re safe here with us.”

His body shook with quiet sobs as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin and your blood singing to him just beneath. He saw again before his eyes the way Cazador looked at him before he bit you, right in this place he was now so close to…

To give away one person who, for some strange reason, saw good in a filthy worm like him…

“I’m sorry,” Astarion choked out, finding his voice at last, which made you pause in your ministrations. “I’m so sorry f-for not doing anything… He…”

You were quiet for a couple of seconds, but then Astarion felt the most tender touch of your lips on the crown of his head, and he buried his face more into your chest.

“I’m here, darling,” you whispered. “Whatever you saw, it wasn’t real.”

He didn’t answer, instead lifting his arm and tentatively brushing his fingers just underneath your shirt. He didn’t feel any scars mirroring his own, but could still see the blood flowing from your back and down your legs, could still hear your painful scream… It brought fresh tears to his eyes again.

“I… I swear, I would never do that,” he attempted to explain himself, but his words came out in a pathetic sob, and he shook his head again, curling in on himself. “He– he was lying. I’d never…”

A fresh wave of tears wetted your shirt, but you didn’t seem to mind as you gently rocked him back and forth, cradling him safe in your arms. Old Astarion would probably scoff at the condescending action of being treated like an infant, but he knew better now. He still found it difficult, but with you at his side he was learning what true care and affection looked like, and how to accept it. You were always so patient with him, so gentle, never rushing or angry when he couldn’t give you the closeness and intimacy you deserved. Astarion loved that about you – even if he wasn’t ready to say it out loud just yet.

“My star…” you hesitated, but ultimately asked, “what did you dream about?”

The vampire took a shaky breath, unable to open his eyes or speak about what he saw. Instead, he called on the tadpole in his brain and nudged your mind with it, wordlessly asking for permission, which you immediately granted. There was at least one thing the tadpole was good for, he thought as you lived through the nightmare his weak, broken mind had conjured. If by the gods’ grace all of them managed to get rid of the tadpoles and survive this whole ordeal… and if by some miracle you still wanted to stay with him after all was done… Astarion knew he would have to learn how to communicate his feelings on his own. But not tonight. Not tonight.

You didn’t say anything for a long while, only continuing to hold him close to your chest. In this position he could hear the soothing beat of your heart, proving that he didn’t lead you to Cazador, that he didn’t turn you into a monster like him…

“We’re gonna kill him,” you finally said with your throat tight from emotions. “I promise you, as soon as we get to the Baldur’s Gate, we’ll find him and end him for good.”

Astarion knew what he should say – he should agree, or maybe jest that this is the most romantic thing you’ve ever said, or even argue that it’s not going to be that easy.

But all he could do right now was to continue clinging to you like a child, too afraid to face you.

“I’d never give you away,” he breathed, so quietly that he wasn’t sure you heard it, but he didn’t care. “Even if I had to suffer another two hundred years. I’d never–”

“I know, my darling,” you whispered back, and Astarion felt your own tears disappearing in his white locks. He still couldn’t believe why someone like you would waste your tears on him of all people, and it caused a new kind of pain to bloom in his chest. “And you’re not those things he told you. You’re… you’re everything to me, Astarion. Everything.”

Astarion wondered if he’d ever believe that. You proved to him time and time again that you can make anything possible, even change the worldview of someone like him… but with Cazador’s threat still looming, he didn’t have it in him to try and convince himself of your words.

Maybe after the bastard's dead, he concluded. Maybe then it’ll get easier and he can finally start becoming someone deserving of you.

You stirred slightly, breaking him out of his musings. Astarion hugged you tighter, sharply stopping you from moving away.

“Please. Don’t go.”

You just leaned back on the pillow and kissed his head gently again. Astarion felt the tension in his body melting away just a little, but the tears welled up again in his eyes.

“I won’t. Promise.”

And you kept your promise. Astarion didn’t fall asleep again, but your constant heartbeat under his cheek brought him some semblance of peace as he waited for the sun to rise. It didn’t feel right to let you care for him so much, to gift and envelop him with your love that he didn’t deserve… But it’d be even more wrong to take that choice away from you. He knew all about that, after all, and he'll be damned if he ever treats you the way he was treated.

So Astarion decided that he will let you love him and he will love you in return, for as long as you allow it.

Because, truth be told, he was nothing if not a selfish, contemptuous creature.

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midorimooon · 26 days ago

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one bed, three bodies | sukuna x reader x satoru

summary - stuck sharing a bed with sukuna and satoru on a work trip, unable to sleep, they team-up to help you out with that. word count - 4.5K notes - one bed trope with Sukuna and Gojo. unserious somewhat OOC story with no plot, everyone lives and everyone works at Jujutsu Tech as teachers. animated border credit @/enchanthings-a. afab! reader warnings - smut, use of pet names, biting, teasing, oral (f!), PIV penetration, humor 18+ only!

“Shoko!” You catch her arm before she leaves the living room. “You’re not serious?”

Shoko’s lips press together, and your heart sinks already knowing her answer.

She’s dead serious.

In a last spurt of denial, you fasten Suguru with a plea.

He shrugs, hands in his pockets. “You get the queen bed, that’s luxury.”

You glare because a queen bed is not luxurious when you’re forced to share it with Sukuna and Satoru.

It was already taxing sitting between them on the plane to Okinawa, bickering over anything the other did.

“Gojo, shut the damn window, I’m trying to nap,” Sukuna hissed, his strong arm pinning you against your seat to reach for the window.

Satoru’s infinity effortlessly barred Sukuna’s attempts, though he had no qualms taunting the other man about it. “Heard sunlight was good for vampires."

When that argument ended, the next gripe came from Satoru as he tried to get to the bathroom.

Sukuna shamelessly propped his legs up as a barrier, not a shred of concern for the poor person whose seat was kicked. “Too bad, I don’t feel like getting up.”

It was payback for the window, and Sukuna leveraged the plane full of civilians so that Satoru couldn’t warp himself from his seat, lest he stir everyone’s attention.

With the back and forth between him and Sukuna, that wouldn’t have mattered anyway as the nearby civilians sent the three of you daggers the entire flight.

When you all finally reached the suite, you’d be staying at, it was a relief to have some space. And you seized the opportunity to explore, spending too much time on the waterfront patio while your colleagues hunted for a bed.

However, there must have been a mistake. Yaga must have booked the wrong suite, because it made no sense why there were two rooms with only three beds total.

Twin beds in the guest room and a queen in the master suite. Between five adults, there was no way this could work out.

You shake your head. “No, I can’t share a bed with them.”

“Shoko and I called dibs on the guest room. Sukuna and Satoru agreed to share the master suite with you.”

You balk, unsure if Suguru’s joking. “What? Come again? They agreed?”

Shoko yawns. “Or they’re both too prideful to sleep on the couch. Unless you want to do that?”

One glance over at the couch—rather a loveseat, you consider it. You’d be cramped, maybe even more than sharing a bed with Sukuna and Satoru. The day of travel has already made you restless that a proper bed is the only solution for sleep, otherwise you’d be dead on your feet for tomorrow’s mission.

“Satoru said he didn’t mind so long as you’ll sleep next to him,” Suguru adds as an incentive, wearing a wry expression. “It’s a queen bed, you’ll all fit.”

“Then you share the bed with them,” you offer, but it had no effect on Suguru.

He shrugs. “Not our fault you didn’t get a bed.”

Again, you turn to Shoko, desperate for some solution. “Trade with me. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Are you insane?”

“Or you both take the master suite with Satoru. A slumber party between friends! And me and Sukuna can take the guest room.”

“No,” they say in unison.

“But—”

Neither give you another chance to argue, done with the conversation, and excuse themselves to bed.

Their own beds.

….............

You tiptoe into the room, biting back a curse.

Sukuna and Satoru are both on the bed, awake, clad in their sleepwear. They already claimed both sides of the bed, lying far on either edge.

Then there’s the gap in the middle. It’s scant but you’ll be able to squeeze in between.

It’s a queen, you’ll all fit.

You’d like to see Suguru slip in this bed then. A queen bed can hardly hold three adults and from the men’s equal statures, you doubt this bed is fit for the both of them either.

Their eyes land on you when you take another step inside. Neither say anything, only scooting closer to the edges, as far away from the other as possible. You’re amazed they haven’t killed each other while you did your night routine.

At the foot of the bed, you stall. “Um…should we use pillows as barricades?”

Compared to your colleagues, you’re nowhere near their size, but the moment you slide into bed, there’ll be little room for any of you to move without touching the other.

“It’s already cramped,” comes Sukuna’s drawl. “Just turn off the lights and lie down already.” He tucks his hand beneath his head.

You grimace, but don’t have the energy left in you to argue. And Sukuna’s attitude is next-level.

Satoru, by contrast, offers some accommodation. With a wry smile, he says, “If you don’t want to lay close to him, you’re welcome to snuggle up to me.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes and huffs. “Whatever you want to do, just kill the lights.”

You turn back for the light switch and crawl into bed akin to slipping through barbed wire.

Satoru kindly shifts the blanket on his side so that you can tuck yourself in. Meanwhile Sukuna’s turned to the edge, baring his back to you.

“Thanks,” you mutter once you’re settled.

“Offer stands all night, by the way.” Satoru winks before stretching out his legs. “Night.”

You return the sentiment, resting your head against the cool pillow. You don’t know how long you lie there, eyes up at the ceiling. The silence is so tense, it’s hard to breathe.

Already the bed is too warm, and you’re grateful that Suguru and Shoko are okay with leaving the AC on. It does little to help now, but you’re sure when you finally fall asleep, you’ll be more comfortable.

For now, you continue to stare into the abyss, flanked by two men. Your colleagues.

It’s déjà vu from the flight. Cramped, little to no breathing room. The only difference this time is the simmering tension under your skin.

Your thoughts stray to how intimate this is. It’d be too easy for someone’s hand or leg to brush against the other. The guys are so tall, they can lift a leg slightly and easily slip between your thighs.

Or a strong arm could fall across your chest, pinning you down. Another hand could ghost lower by accident over your shorts.

You inhale deeply, ignoring the heatwave under the covers. But your core turns slick, knowing how little personal space there is from either side of the bed.

You’re not sure how you can survive the night like this, and now that you’re sandwiched in, you fear it’s too late to escape to the loveseat.

If you’re unable to get any sleep tonight, you’ll bite the bullet and take the loveseat tomorrow then.

Minutes tick away and the exhaustion from the travel creeps up on you. It’s a blessed feeling, the sensation of sleep dragging you under its tide. The weight of it presses on every nerve in your body and the last thing you register is the humming of the AC within the walls.

…............

Sukuna and Satoru give you another look when your legs sprawl out, body shifting for the nth time in the last hour. Another low hum spills from your chest, a reinforcement of your deep slumber.

Sukuna clicks his tongue. “Did you know she sleeps like this? Like a fucking cat?”

Satoru’s eyes drink you in, resting on the side of your neck turned towards Sukuna. “No one warned me.” He shrugs, less bothered by your restlessness. “It’s kind of cute.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Cute? Thought she was possessed when I felt her moving around.” He’s propped against the headboard, arms folded together, peeved to no end.

Nothing new for him, but tonight he’s even more frustrated.

How can he not be?

Barely an hour passed, and he was woken up by your tossing and turning. He grumbled for you to stop moving, only to realize you were sound asleep.

Not long after, you woke Satoru with your leg draped over his lap. He’s an easy guy. The second you slipped into bed, he lowered his infinity, just in case you wanted to snuggle up to him after all. Technically, it wasn’t snuggling, but your closeness was an immediate one shot, one kill and Satoru’s hard beneath his sweatpants.

And he’s not alone.

Despite Sukuna’s gripes about how much you fidget, a few presses of your ass against his thigh and those fucking whines you made every time you stretched went straight to his cock.

It happens again.

Your back arches, pebbled nipples beneath your thin shirt, a deep whine pushes out of you. Without any semblance of shame, Sukuna and Satoru gawk, watching you settle again, one hand a hairsbreadth away from Satoru’s elbow and the other resting over your heart.

“How the fuck does she sleep like this?” Sukuna grits his teeth, eyes fixed on your chest.

“Her cursed energy is restless,” Satoru yawns. “Probably from all the travel.”

Sukuna opens his mouth to rant but the mattress shifts again.

Your arm stretches outward, and Sukuna dodges it in time. Accompanied with a breathy whine, you flip onto your stomach in an ungainly manner, head turned to Satoru.

Tension clings to the air as your colleagues half-expect you to move again.

A moment later, your foot twitches sharply, kicking Sukuna’s ankle, dissolving the remainder of his patience.

He rips the blanket off the bed, huffing into the darkness. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“What’re you doing?” Satoru demands in a whisper but it’s too late to stop Sukuna.

“Brat—” Sukuna shakes you by the shoulder, not bothering to quiet his voice. “Wake up.”

Your brows furrow. An annoyed groan ensues as you feel yourself stirring awake.

A smack to your ass, however, has your eyes flying open with a yelp.

It takes a moment for your vision to adjust and get a visual. Satoru’s form takes shape in the darkness. His lips turn up in a faint smile, blue eyes darting past you.

You turn to Sukuna, perplexed at what’s got him so irritated this time. “What?” Your voice is hoarse from sleep. “What is it?”

Never one to hide what’s on his mind, Sukuna remarks, “You’re moving around too much. No one can sleep because of you.”

The words jumble together in your head and when they land, you wince with guilt. You prop yourself on an elbow, yawning about how you’ll take the couch—

But you freeze, blinking a few times. Maybe it’s sleep, maybe it’s the dark. Regardless, there’s no mistaking the distinct shape at the center of Sukuna’s lap. “What’s that?”

Sukuna doesn’t give his lap a look, let alone seem embarrassed about it, only annoyed. “The fuck does it look like? You kept grinding against me, you made me hard.”

Enraptured with the bulge—stiff and sizeable— your mouth wallows for something to say. “Um…I’m sorry— ”

Sukuna shifts his body then, hovering over you to cut your apology short. “Yeah? You gonna help me with this?”

Despite the darkness, there’s a distinct sparkle in his eyes, reaching the corner of his lips.

At your silence, Sukuna’s grin widens. “It’s the least you can do, right? Keeping me up, grinding your ass against me…” His initial irritation has checked out. Instead, his voice drips with devilish humor as his fingertips ghost the column of your neck. “Or maybe, I should give you a hand? Wring you out that you’ll be too tired to move a muscle.”

His body plunges your sights. Your sleepy mind becomes shameless, admiring his toned arms caging you to the mattress. The bottom of his muscle tee lifts up. Teasing you with a whisper of his happy trail that makes your thighs twitch.

Your chest rises like a tide. You wallow for air, for words, for something. Instead, you gulp down, throat rolling under Sukuna’s delicate touch.

“Aww…” Sukuna croons. “Cat got your tongue?” He bares his teeth, trailing his fingers down to your collarbone. “Don’t be shy…I’ll take good care— “

A possessive hand wraps around your jaw, twisting your neck to the side. A second later your gasp of surprise is devoured.

Sukuna clicks his tongue. “Motherfucker—”

Satoru’s tongue explores every inch of your mouth, wresting a deep moan from your chest. You taste the breadth of mint, dizzy from the authority Satoru exerts.

He pulls back, a webbing of saliva stretching from his mouth to yours. Taking in your aroused state, he grins. “Too bad, Sukuna. Shouldn’t have wasted your time talking.” Satoru slots his mouth over yours again, holding you close so that there’s no escape.

There’s a scoff behind you and the press of hard muscle against your back.

“Shut up, you’re the one who needs an ‘off’ button.”

Satoru pays him no mind, snatching your hand and dragging it down. “Feel that? You got me hard too.”

The expanse of Satoru’s bulge overflows in your palm, you don’t know where to start. With his grip on yours, you grope him with purchase, letting him guide you up and down his shaft.

“Fuck…” Satoru husks, nipping at your lip. “Need to feel you more.”

“Don’t be selfish,” Sukuna growls into your ear before his teeth meet the skin of your neck. He grinds against you, pressing his boner into your thigh.

You gape for air when Satoru pulls back, but Sukuna seizes your jaw for a searing kiss to the lips before you could take a shallow breath.

You’re like a puppet to them. Turned this way, pinned that way, your brain has no time to catch up, dizzy from their greedy attention.

Satoru guides your hand past the waistband of his sweatpants. He wraps your fingers around his length, hard and thick, pulsing in your grip.

Sukuna continues to grind against you, groaning into your mouth while his free hand palms your breast. “Shit, you’re so soft.” Sukuna bites your earlobe, voice rumbling against the shell of your ear like a dog’s breath. “You’re being a good girl, letting us toy with your body, hm?”

“Sss…” you hiss, unsure which man you’re addressing. Their names meld together with their combined touch.

Satoru chuckles, kissing your face. “What’s the matter, baby? Can’t talk?”

“We’re only getting started with you,” Sukuna says. “Haven’t fucked you yet—”

You gasp, pussy twitching where Sukuna smacked you faintly. He doesn’t stop there, rubbing your apex through the fabric of your shorts.

Whimpers fill your mouth so quickly, you keen your hips for more friction.

Sukuna smacks your pussy again, and you moan. “You like that, you minx? Like getting your pussy slapped?” He does it again then orbits your clit with his thumb.

Swallowing, you nod heavily.

“Tell us you like this,” Satoru breathes, fingers fiddling with the collar of your shirt.

Between Satoru’s dick in your hand and Sukuna’s touch between your legs, you struggle to thread a sentence together, only capable of a stitched ‘mhm!’

Caught between sleep and arousal, you lay your eyes on Satoru. You watch as he undoes the top buttons of your shirt.

He and Sukuna croon at the flash of skin.

“Nothing else under here,” Sukuna remarks, pulling your collar down to expose one breast.

Satoru helps himself to the other breast, kneading it greedily in his palm. “All for us to play with.”

Their words spike your blood, while their touch caresses every nerve in your body. You lay pliant, yearning and whimpering, not an ounce of pride left in you.

Sukuna and Satoru move together, crowding you and you feel the sharp sting of teeth on your breasts.

You arch, spirit reawakened as they continue to suck harshly.

There’s a distinct difference between them. Sukuna nips and grazes, you can feel blood rushing to the spot as his hand grips your flesh with bruising pressure. While Satoru alternates between tongue and teeth. Biting, then lapping up the stinging flesh. He solely relies on his mouth for the technique.

Differences aside, they share an intent to leave their marks.

Pulling back, Satoru works on the ties of your shorts. He levels you with a playful gaze, fingering the waistband at your hip. “Let me take these off for you, make you feel more comfortable—”

You hear the sharp tears of fabric and a moment later your clothes fall apart in clean strokes.

Sukuna’s technique cuts your clothes, precise, like a surgeon, leaving them in loose ribbons.

Satoru clicks his tongue, brow twitching. “Buzzkill.”

“You’re too fucking slow,” Sukuna says, swiftly peeling away the tatters to unravel more of your body.

Within seconds, you’re nude on the bed. Sukuna and Satoru take a moment to appraise your frame with hungry looks of approval, sprouting goosebumps along your naked flesh.

“Should’ve just come to bed like this,” Sukuna is the first to speak again. He takes your breasts in his hands and presses them together to meet his lips.

A softer touch drags itself down the side of your body. Satoru mouths your ribcage, running the tip of his tongue to taste. “More…” He slithers down. Kisses sprinkle your stomach, beneath your belly button, down to your burning hot center.

Sukuna draws away, and with his help, Satoru pries your legs apart, wide enough that your legs strain.

You lift your head despite how dizzy you feel.

Satoru slides lower, until his knees hit the floor, blue eyes drowning at the mess between your legs. “Shit…” he says, garbled, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. “That’s…” He trails a finger up your slit. “A gorgeous pussy.”

“Already wet and ripe,” Sukuna affirms from your side.

They stare openly at you like that, enthralled with your arousal for them and the weight of their attention makes you gush.

“Someone likes our attention,” Satoru laughs, prodding two fingers at your entrance, but has yet to plunge them.

You whine, aching to be filled. Sukuna reaches downwards and your breath catches, hoping he’ll stick his fingers into you.

Instead, he presses down on your clit.

You inhale sharply, bristling from the touch.

“Hard and sensitive…” Sukuna emphasizes with a greedy rub before Satoru inches closer.

His hot breath is almost too much for you, but he doesn’t move beyond that. He remains still, breathing you in.

Meanwhile, Sukuna returns his attention to your neck. Forming plum bruises with his teeth, fingers pinching your nipple.

Your spine draws in an arch, hips canting that your pussy connects with Satoru’s face, awakening him from his stupor.

His hands squeeze your thighs roughly, but you still catch the gentle kiss on your clit.

Teased and toyed with, you whine pitifully. “Please—”

Another kiss meets your clit, followed by a long stroke of Satoru’s tongue. He keeps at that pace, slow and agonizing, a contrast to Sukuna’s possessive attention that drifts to your collarbone.

Hot air stagnates the room, drenched with lewd noises. Satoru moaning between your legs and Sukuna growling deeply into your skin.

Sukuna sinks his teeth into your neck. You feel the blood rush at the spot as he sucks harshly, matching the pressure on your breast. Meanwhile, Satoru’s tongue curls inside of you, a shot of pleasure races up your spine and you buck your hips.

A wet pop echoes by your ear, and you turn to Sukuna, admiring the hooded look in his eyes. His lips are slick, gaping in a carnal smile before he grabs your chin.

“Look at him go.” Sukuna forces you to look down to Satoru, laving at your pussy.

On cue, Satoru lifts up, his own chin and lips slick as he grins. Blue eyes meet your gaze. It’s so rare that you ever get to see his eyes, and whenever you do, it’s easy to get lost in them, often playful and friendly.

A contrast to what you see now. A dark maelstrom.

He teases you with a shallow lick on your clit. “Taste so good, baby…” Another slow stroke of his tongue with more pressure.

You whimper. “Satoru…”

He purrs, toying with you. “Who’s making you this wet, hm?” Without preamble, two deft fingers slide inside.

Your eyes roll back.

“It’s me isn’t it, baby? The Strongest is making you wet.”

You’re barely cognizant to hear the snort in your ear. Too wrapped up in the way Satoru’s fingers pump at a languid pace. When he sneaks a third finger in, a dark moan rushes out of you.

Satoru’s tongue drags up your clit. “Say it. Let me hear you say you want me to fuck you.”

Broken whimpers fall out, you’re unable to speak, unable to verbalize how desperately you need release. “P—please—”

“Please?” Satoru purrs, curling his fingers. “You mean—‘please, Satoru—fuck me’—”

You twitch as Satoru’s face is pressed to your pussy suddenly, held down by Sukuna’s hand.

“Gojo, shut up,” he hisses. “You talk too damn much.”

Unbothered, Satoru laughs, slapping Sukuna’s hand away. However, he heeds the other man’s words, hitting a stride with his mouth and fingers, restoring that simmering tension in your belly.

“Oh—fuck—”

“Almost there, brat?” Sukuna husks, splaying a large hand down your lower belly. He pushes down slightly, and that tension doubles.

Your breathing hitches, coming in faster, feeling the sensation rise quickly.

Satoru dials up the pace, fucking you greedily with his fingers. “That’s it, baby, you want to cum, right?” His voice streams out like a feral animal.

Sukuna adds more pressure to your stomach, commanding in your ear, “Cum on his face, brat.”

You claw into Sukuna’s arm, overcome with the sensation rushing through you. Pure ecstasy unravels your body, and you cum, soaking Satoru’s face.

“Atta girl…” Sukuna growls. “Squirt on his face—drown him.”

Satoru’s shameless, lapping every drop you offer him, even as your body twitches, reeling from the orgasm.

After a moment, Satoru pushes off, mouth and chin sticky, the front collar of his T-shirt, dark and damp. He licks his lips, savoring his victory.

You barely catch a breath, however.

Sukuna’s hold falls loose, as he stands on his knees. There’s a whip of fabric and through lidded eyes, you see his toned chest and stomach. He’s broad and hasty, dragging his boxers off.

As Satoru thumbs your clit to work you towards another orgasm, Sukuna clicks his tongue.

He shoves Satoru roughly and the other man breathes a laugh. Otherwise, Satoru has no qualms moving aside to let Sukuna grab your legs.

You’re flipped to the side without fanfare. The sheets wrinkle as you’re yanked downwards, met with something thick nudging into the seam of your body.

Sukuna’s cock slides along your folds with purchase, so heavy, you can’t stop a moan from falling into the linen sheets.

Satoru takes your jaw to keep you from hiding. “No need to be quiet. It’s only us.”

“Shit, you’re soaked.” Sukuna continues to rub his cock, letting the heavy tip catch onto your clit. The pressure of its weight renews your body with pleasure. “Not tired yet, are you, brat? I said I’ll wring you out.”

Satoru returns to the right side of the mattress. On his knees, he still towers significantly over you, his stature and Sukuna’s forming a fortress around you.

He rucks his shirt up, biting down on the hem, flashing you with ripples of muscle, and his cock fisted in his hand. He strokes the shaft, the tip dribbling with precum.

However, it’s Sukuna’s cock that splits your folds apart, a prelude to the thrust that leaves you breathless.

Every inch is intoxicating. A tender, throbbing stretch, your pussy clamps onto Sukuna’s cock.

He hisses, rutting inside of you. “Fuck—you’re so tight.”

“Sukuna….” you rasp, peering up at him in askance, scooting down to fuck yourself on his cock.

A dark moan spills from Sukuna’s mouth, and you feel his cock spasm. He swallows, gripping your legs tight. “Fuck—can’t wait anymore—”

He pulls out and plunges back in.

There’s no holding back. Sukuna fucks you with a fervent stride. Pent up and desperate.

A string of expletives tumble from his mouth, all to the tune of carnal passion, matching the pace of his thrusts.

Your legs tremble, the onset of another climax brewing. You flit a look to Satoru, captivated in the way he jerks himself off, drooling on his shirt.

His free hand brushes away a few tendrils from your sweaty forehead, cooing, “Who’s our pretty girl?”

You gasp at a sharp thrust. Throwing another look at Sukuna, he flashes you a gaping smile.

The muscles on his stomach stiffen as his pace becomes hurried and sloppy. He brings a hand to your center, rubbing your clit.

Pleasure sparks down your frame, and you clench around Sukuna on impulse.

Sukuna shivers. “Fuck, you just got tighter then. Cum on my cock, brat.”

“Cum for us,” Satoru adds, stroking a tender hand along your face, despite the strain in his voice.

With the synergy of their attention and touch, you cum again, crying out in abandon as you surrender to ecstasy.

It’s a ripple effect, triggering Satoru’s own release after a few more strokes of his shaft. He cums, coating your stomach.

Then Sukuna grunts, snapping his hips a few more times before he spills his own warm mess inside of you, cursing a long moan.

The room falls silent, save for the sound of you three catching your breaths. Your legs are numb in Sukuna’s hold.

He eases himself out, turning you gently onto your back. “Shit, look at you.”

Satoru puffs out a laugh, admiring the mess they made of you. From the bites on your body, to Satoru’s cum on your stomach, and your pussy dripping with Sukuna’s.

A sudden chill crawls up your spine, and you inch away from the soaked spot on the mattress.

Sukuna and Satoru both collapse on the bed, rewarding your body with soft touches.

You bask in it, more comfortable than you were at the start of the night. Every fiber in your body relaxes. Minutes crawl by as your mind slowly slips away from the room, savoring the warm bodies at either side of you.

….........

Shoko’s brows rise to find Suguru waiting outside of the master suite. “They’re still not up?”

Suguru shakes his head, peeved. “I texted all three of them and knocked a couple of times. No one’s answered.”

Shoko checks her watch, skirting past Suguru. “Well, too bad, we’re not on vacation.”

She twists the knob, storming inside with Suguru following.

“Hello? ” she calls out. “You idiots are gonna make us late—”

She stops short. She and Suguru are silent, staring blankly at you, Sukuna, and Satoru nestled together on the bed, sound asleep.

And naked.

“What the fuck?” Shoko utters.

“Was this why they wanted the AC left on?” Suguru remarks.

Shoko rolls her eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Well, I guess having them share the master suite was a mistake.” ◡̈

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beansprean · 25 days ago

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gail already hung up like 3 minutes ago

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ID: 1a. Guillermo and Nandor sitting on a couch, Guillermo's feet propped up on the coffee table as he flips idly through a magazine resting on his knees. Nandor sits down close beside him, smiling besottedly with a cordless home phone pressed to his ear. He coos, "No, you hang up. You hang up." 1b. Repeat. Guillermo aims an irritated look into the middle distance and noisily flips a page in his magazine. Nandor twirls his hair and continues into the phone, "Okay, one...two...three..." 1c. Repeat, zoom in. Nandor turns to Guillermo and leans in close, giddily flapping his free hand as he cheers, "She didn't hang up, either!" Guillermo dredges up the most sarcastic grin in the world and parrots back, strained, "She didn't hang up!" 1d. Repeat, zoom back out. Guillermo has returned his attention to his magazine but is now visibly shaking in anger. Nandor has switched the phone to the opposite hand and is still leaned in a little too close. He says into the phone, "Okay, no, you hang up. You. You."

2a. Repeat. Nandor continues, "Y-" but is cut off as Guillermo suddenly snatches the phone from his hand and hits the end call button with a decisive beep. 2b. Repeat. Guillermo stares into the middle distance as he thrusts the phone back at Nandor. Nandor looks down and takes it slowly as he processes what just happened. 2c. Repeat, zoom in. Guillermo has picked up his magazine, which we can now see is titled 'Vampire Insider' volume 81. The cover advertises 'A familiar voice speaks out!', 'Heavy Duty Blood Remover', and '8 steps to get your master wrapped around your finger.' Nandor stares at Guillermo in wordless confusion. Guillermo looks back at him with a feigned nonchalance, cheeks flushing slightly, and says "...Sorry, I thought you were talking to me." /end ID

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crushmeeren · 7 months ago

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࿐ okay little bats! this is part one of vampire week! shinsou is up first, inumaki’s version can be found here.

࿐ master list link ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ biting, blood play, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, sadism/masochism ish?, mild body horror (I think, correct me if I’m wrong).

⋆ ⬪ please keep in mind in case it triggers you, hitoshi and reader save someone from being assaulted. It’s not at all graphic and is over in a split second, but I wanted to warn you just in case!

⇢ ⇢ ⇢ @sikuthealien ࿐ kinktober master list

┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Hitoshi is the only other vampire that works at the bar with you. In fact, you’re two of the only vamps in town. It’s kind of isolating, but you have each other to lean on. You’ve resisted sleeping with him for fear of losing you’re only vampire companion, but when the shitty drunk regular takes it too far you and Hitoshi decide to…. “take care of him”. And each other.

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“Oi! I’m talkin’ to ya, fuckin’ blood sucker. Gimme ‘nother rum and whiskey!” The drunkard slams his empty glass down onto the sticky wooden bar top, words blurring together as he orders incorrectly. Fucking idiot.

You swallow the snarl building in the back of your throat at his pathetic attempt to insult you. As if a low life, alcoholic human could rattle you. You grit your teeth until they creak under the pressure, barely holding back from crushing the glass you’re drying off.

You swear, if one more trashed bastard pisses you off, you’re tearing this bar apart and draining them all of their blood. Consequences be damned.

You glance at the clock on the wall above you and sigh deeply.

You wonder where the hell Hitoshi is, because it’d be real damn nice if he were to show up on time for his shift, but the probability of that happening in this lifetime is slim to none.

Regardless, the annoying man behind you, who’s started to shake the ice in his glass, is unfortunately a paying customer. You take a fortifying breath to calm the furious simmer in your belly and twirl around to face said idiot.

You shoot the regular, Tom, with your fakest smile, taking care to display the full length of your razor blade like fangs. After all, you do want to remind him who he’s speaking to, and that you’re quite able to rip the head from his shoulders if you see fit.

The teasing imagery of the daydream about it makes the predator in you twitch with anticipation.

“You want a double whiskey on the rocks with coke, right Tom?” Your voice drips with condescension as you correct his order, tone sickly sweet in a way that’s so insincere.

Tom’s stare flickers to your teeth before returning to your face, sniffing once and straightening his spine. “S’what I said, ain’t it?”

Your lips twitch into a smile. “Sure thing.”

Your expression falls flat as you turn to the rows of liquor lining the back of the bar and begin making his drink. To your unending frustration, Tom begins to speak once more. He spews his hate at your back, tone conveying false bravado now that he’s not face to face with a vampire.

“Ya know, you’d be awfully pr’tty if you weren’t a vamp,” he spits the last word as if it’s a curse. “Maybe if ya wore smaller shorts, I’d bend ya ov’r the bar right here doll.”

The undead heart in your chest would be jackrabbiting in rage if you were still alive.

You whip around with a face like thunder, slamming the glass onto the bar top and listen as it splinters with cracks. Tom’s mouth drops open and the potent scent of fear clouds the air.

With your lip curled and tension crackling, you lean across the bar into Tom’s space, eyes itching to fade to complete black and tear him a new asshole when a deep voice pipes up from your left.

“Aw Tom, I didn’t know you were into men. I’m flattered really, I am, but I just love pussy too much,” Hitoshi chimes in, coming to a stand still by your side and placing a hand on his chest in fake endearment.

Your eyes widen in surprise, fading back to their normal color, and glance over to Hitoshi. You slowly unclench your fingers from the glass in relief when you realize it’s your friend coming to your aid.

Tom’s face turns bright red and splotchy, mouth twisting in anger. “I was talkin’ bout her, ya fu—,”

Hitoshi cuts him off. “You said if she “wasn’t a vamp”, right? Well I’m one too, so seems to me like you’re implying that if I wore booty shorts you’d bend me over this bar just the same.” Hitoshi taps the wood with his knuckles and gives the man a lazy grin, enjoying as Tom stutters over his words, becoming even more enraged.

Tom glances at you before deciding he’s got no rebuttal and won’t win this fight. He snatches the whiskey and coke from the bar top before glaring at Hitoshi with a look that could kill. But, as usual, Hitoshi remains cool and unbothered.

“Fuck you, Shinsou.”

With that, Tom scurries back to his table of dumbasses and you raise an eyebrow at Hitoshi, grinning in satisfaction and failing to hold back your snort of laughter.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck me?” Hitoshi calls after him, raising his voice enough that other patrons look at him in curiosity. Tom doesn’t spare Hitoshi another look. You laugh harder, hand coming to rest on your fellow vampires shoulder, and Hitoshi smiles at you in amusement, lids lowering slightly with affection.

“Thanks,” you say through a laugh, wiping a fake tear from your eye. “He’s such a fucking idiot, we aren’t even the only supernatural creatures in this town. I don’t know why he singles us out.”

“He probably wants to be a vampire and secretly loathes himself for it. Or he just wishes he could be as pretty as you.” Hitoshi bumps his shoulder with yours, smirking. You roll your eyes, but the echo of what you remember butterflies to be flutters in your belly.

You roughly jab his stomach with your elbow and watch as he pretends to curl over with a fake gasp of pain. “I think you may be the one who’s an idiot, Hitoshi.”

“So rude! I saved your ass from having to sleep with vamphobic Tom!”

“Vamphobic?” You ask with a scoff. “You say that as if I don’t have the strength to drink all his blood and rip him to shreds without flinching. Are you doubting me?”

Hitoshi sends a smug half smile your way, one sharp fang poking out over his bottom lip. “Nah, but I’d enjoy watching that play out more than I should, if you know what I mean. My pants would be way too tight for the interview I’d have to give to the police afterwards about why you murdered someone.”

You ignore his nasty, but not unwanted comment, playfully baring your fangs and punching him in the shoulder before commanding him to get back to work. Hitoshi does, but not before sending you a wink. His relentless flirting would make you blush to the tips of your pointy ears if you still retained that ability.

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After that, Tom doesn’t bother you directly for the rest of the night. And he avoids Shinsou like the plague, going to your very much human coworker at the bar to satiate his alcoholism. He does keep sending you searing glares, but you could not give less of a fuck if you tried.

You’d ban him if the owner would allow you, but he’s a human who’s standoffish towards supernatural creatures on a good day, and he assumes you can take care of yourself.

Which, to be fair, you can, but it’s the principle of allowing someone to treat you so shitty and letting him get away with it that bothers you. Even if you are a vampire.

With an annoyed huff, you at least attempt to look friendly as you set down a drink for another customer, grabbing their offered money and handing them change before they walk away.

You lean your hip against the bar and cross your arms, taking advantage of the lull to study Hitoshi as he works along side you. You notice that he’s unfairly handsome when viewing him from the side and you can see just how tall the fucker is. Your gaze traces the long lean line of his body and how deft fingers mix drinks without spilling a drop.

You frown in some sort of misplaced jealousy when he teases his current customer and makes her giggle, sending her a cat like grin that has her blushing. Hitoshi must feel you burning holes into the side of his skull, because he turns to you after she leaves and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You frown even harder and switch your attention to refilling the ice underneath the bar. You make your way to the back and locate the ice machine, the biting cold not affecting you in the slightest as you scoop the frozen cubes it into a bucket. Your skin’s only a couple degrees warmer anyways, if that.

It doesn’t surprise you when your thoughts start wander as you complete the mindless task. You recall how you met Hitoshi when you moved to town a couple years ago, longing to be free of the big city and closer to the vast wilderness.

You’d ventured into a little diner in town that serves supernatural creatures exclusively, and you’d ended up sitting next to the handsome man at the bar, too absorbed in your own world to realize you’d sat down next to another vampire.

Hitoshi had instantly noticed that you were of the same species, introducing himself with a lazy smile and mentioning he was surprised to meet another vamp in town. Especially someone new because there were so few of you around here.

You’d ended up chatting with him until the sun threatened to rise and incinerate both of you. You had exchanged numbers and eventually he offered to secure you a spot at the bar he worked at. He said that they were friendlier to vampires than most of the other bars in town, and that you’d earn pretty decent money there.

When you stared at him in shock and asked why, he just shrugged and smiled knowingly, saying “vamps have to stick together, right?”

You’d had a fat fucking crush on him since then. But, begrudgingly, you’d decided not to do anything about it. The risk wouldn’t be worth losing such a pillar in your life because you spend too much time daydreaming about sitting on Hitoshi’s cock.

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The rest of the evening passes smoothly. Tom managed to leave without a scene, and now you’re closing down the bar with Hitoshi. You’ve checked off almost every chore of cleaning up front, finishing up with mopping the sticky floor, and Hitoshi was in the back. You can hear him loudly counting the cash from the registers before he deposits it in the safe hidden in the managers office.

You had just gotten done pouring the filthy mop water down the drain when Hitoshi snuck up behind you and dug his fingers into your ribs. You shoot up straight with a yelp, eyes shifting to pitch black and nails sharpening into points as you spin and try to claw at the face of your assailant.

Hitoshi ducks with a laugh, easily avoiding the assault and hopping backwards out of your reach. A warning rumbles lowly in your chest and you sneer at the sneaky vamp. He doesn’t rise to the bait, just tilts his head back in delighted laughter as you click your tongue behind your teeth in annoyance.

You crack your neck and allow your features to return to what they once were and roll your eyes so hard you think they may get stuck in your skull.

“You’re such a dick Hitoshi!” You complain, ready to send him flying through the wall if he keeps it up.

“C’mon,” he taunts. “You don’t normally let me sneak up behind you like that.” He saunters up close to you now that the threat of his eyeballs being ripped out has disappeared. “Something on your mind?” Hitoshi tilts his head to stare down at you, eyes glinting in a way that tells you he probably has an idea of what you were distracted by.

You purse your lips and slip past Hitoshi to get to your locker and gather your things. You vehemently remind yourself that Hitoshi cannot actually read your mind, and there’s no way in hell you’re admitting to your silly daydream of him fucking you on the bar top, fangs embedded deep in your throat.

“No,” you emphasize as you slam your locker shut. “I’m just starving, that’s all.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“I am,” you insist, staking him with your best glare.

He smirks, pretending to be nonchalant as he stretches his arms above his head.

“Well since you’re practically withering away from starvation, do you want to get a bite to eat with me before the sun comes up?”

Your eyes narrow. “Were you planning on heading out to the forest?”

“Yep,” he confirms, popping the p and dropping his arms to his sides.

You debate it, but ultimately you agree to go with him, as long as you hurry because there’s only a couple hours left until sun rise. Hitoshi replies with a “yes mother,” and gestures for you to go first, looking entirely too smug, and follows closely behind you as you exit the bar, locking it before you leave.

The forest isn’t far, and with how fast the two of you are, you’re there in seconds and lingering at the edge of the tree line. Your limbs tingle with adrenaline the way they always do right before going on a hunt with Hitoshi.

“Ready slow poke?” He jokes, eyes crinkling as he grins widely and shifts into a stance that will allow him to take off like a shot.

You scoff but smile nonetheless. “You’re not going to win this race Toshi.”

“We’ll see. Loser has to mop the front for the next week?”

Before you can protest, Hitoshi is gone. You curse and take off after him, a delighted peal of laughter leaving you once you catch up and witness him tripping over a branch.

You catch your first animal before he does, effectively crowning you the winner of the bet.

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You’re borderline painfully full and extremely satiated as you and Hitoshi make your way back into town.

You had somewhat tried not to make a mess of yourself, but had given up after drinking your first animal made you giddy. Blood now stains your mouth and chin, dying your neck a deep red and soaks your clothes. Your hands and arms also look as if they’ve been dunked in red paint.

Hitoshi doesn’t fair much better, and you find your gaze lingering on him for far longer than is comfortable.

It’s difficult to ignore the way your lower belly swirls with arousal when Hitoshi looks so high from the hunt. Eyes wide and wild as he runs a hand through his hair and paints it crimson. You swallow drily when his lips stretch into a manic grin.

The two of you chatter excitedly, trekking back through town towards the direction of your respective homes. There’s no need for a car when you can run everywhere.

You make it close to a hundred feet from the bar when the sounds of a struggle make your ears perk up, clothes rustling and a faint sobbing cutting through the air. You freeze in place, sharing a concerned look with Hitoshi as he does the same.

“You hear that?” You whisper, and Hitoshi nods.

“Yeah, it sounds like…” Hitoshi trails off as he strains to listen, head jerking back in surprise and eyes widening. “It fucking sounds like Tom!”

Your jaw drops open. “Holy shit, it is! What the fuck is he doing?” You hiss, nails resharpening and eyes fading black until no white remains. One peak at Hitoshi shows his body reacting the exact same.

Within a second, you and Hitoshi are at the entrance to the alleyway by the bar, a gust of wind being propelled down the alley as you skid to a stop.

You find Tom, the bar regular, pinning a petrified women to the brick wall. He’s got a knife pressed to her throat as tears stream down her face. The bitter scent of her fear is so strong your nose scrunches, and her racing pulse pounds in your ears.

Tom’s other hand is tugging the sleeve of her shirt over her shoulder, but stops as he turns to the alley entrance in annoyance at the sudden disturbance.

He drops the knife in shock when he notices just who has interrupted him, his own heart skipping a beat or two as he takes you in.

You know the moon and street lamps must paint you and Hitoshi in a terrifying light. The two of you look as if you’ve just returned from a massacre. Eyes soulless and calculating, black veins branching out to your temples and down your cheeks.

Tom gasps once he catches a real look at you, frantically taking a few steps back from the women who appears as if she’s stopped breathing to seem invisible. She trembles, nails grating against the brick wall behind as she silently slides down to sit in the gravel.

“W-what the fuck are you two doing here?” Tom stutters, instinctively shifting so his back is facing away from the looming threat. You grin, a sick sense of satisfaction swelling in your stomach, and the lingering bloodlust of hunting down your prey makes your fingers twitch. You can help this lady and scare the hell out of Tom at the same time.

Before Tom can blink, you’re standing in front of him, gripping his throat and digging your nails in as you lift him until he’s on the very tips of his toes.

“Aw,” you say with a fake pout. “What’s the matter Tom, not happy to see us? Ha, you’re scared of Toshi and I, aren’t you? But why? We’re just a couple of filthy fucking vamps after all,” you sneer, nails piercing his skin and sending rivulets of blood down his throat. He scrambles to hang onto your wrist, vigorously shaking his head no as his face turns red.

Hitoshi appears next to you. “What the fuck were you doing to that poor lady Tom?” He smiles with a crazed look in his eyes, clearly a beast playing with its food. “You aren’t hurting her, are you? Cuz that’d make me awfully angry if you were.”

Tom tries to speak, but you squeeze your hand against his trachea and he chokes, wheezing pitifully. He looks terrified, and you’re pretty sure you could get off from it.

“N-no! Fuckin’ let me go!” Tom tries to wriggle free, hand coming up to try and swing at you but he misses and it makes you giggle. You cock your head, eyes alight with excitement.

“Too bad we don’t believe you. You’re the scum on the bottom of my shoe, Tom.”

“Should we kill him?” Hitoshi asks aloud, just to make Tom squirm. Said man’s face loses all its color when you take longer than necessary to pretend to consider it.

“Mm, no, not this time,” you finally answer. Hitoshi pouts when you glance at him. “But we can hurt him,” you reassure, bloodlust pulsating to down your toes. You turn back to Tom and speak in a tone that surely has the hair on the back of his neck standing up. “If either of us catches you at the bar again, I promise you’ll die by the hands of a fucking blood sucker. Do you understand me?”

Tom nods so fast you think his neck might snap.

With a flick of your wrist you’re flinging Tom down the alley way until he collides with the corner of a metal dumpster. His skull hits it with a loud crack, and he crumples to the ground in a heap. His hand flies to the back of his head as he cries out in pain, swaying as he pushes himself to stand on unsteady legs. He stares at you and Hitoshi like a deer in headlights, freezing momentarily before sprinting away with his tail tucked between his legs.

You sigh dejectedly through your nose, grinding your teeth to release some of the energy still blistering inside you, and Hitoshi tends to the sobbing woman nearby. She’s skittish as he helps her to her feet and guides her to her car. He offers to drive her to the hospital or to call the police, but she declines profusely, affirming she’ll go to the police station herself.

As much as she’s grateful, she’s clearly afraid of you and Hitoshi.

The entire ordeal has heat pooling between your legs. The fact that is was a real possibility that you could’ve beaten the shit out of Tom, and the leftover adrenaline from your hunt has your pussy clenching between your legs. You really want to rub your thighs together for some relief.

It doesn’t help in the slightest that Hitoshi seems to be just as worked up. He’s drumming his fingers on his thigh as he walks back to you, too restless to relax enough and allow his features to return to what they normally are, and you’re in the same boat.

“She okay?” You ask, fidgeting in place. You swallow a mouthful of cotton, clenching your jaw to root yourself in place and keep from flinging yourself at your long time friend.

“She’s fine, heading to the police now,” he says distractedly, not hiding the blatant way he drags his eyes up and down your body. The tension between you is thick, starting to blaze, and your frigid skin is a bit more flushed than normal.

Two years of pining is clawing at the back your throat, trying to escape. The way Hitoshi looks in the moonlight, looking as if he’s fucked out from the high of hunting, well, it makes your mouth water.

You’re about to pipe up and tell Hitoshi you need to leave. To go home and stuff yourself with your fingers until you cum picturing him, but then Hitoshi is in your space, crowding you and backing you into the brick wall until it scratches at your skin through your shirt.

You adamantly stare at Hitoshi’s blood soaked t-shirt as you become too shocked to move, but he settles one finger under your chin and applies enough pressure to force your head up to see his sly smile.

“I know we’ve been friends for a long time, but I really wanna fuck you right now,” he murmurs lowly, other hand sliding down to sneak under the hem of your shirt and drag sharp nails over your side. “This is probably a terrible time to admit this, but fuck it.” He slips two fingers into your waistband and tugs you close. “I like you.”

The back of your skull knocks into brick when you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, arousal ringing through your bones and making your gums ache with the need to bite.

“I like you too, Hitoshi.“

“Yeah?” He drawls, voice smoky and hopeful as a satisfied smile worms its way onto his lips. He drags his nail from your chin down to the hollow of your throat, smoothing his other hand up your stomach and slipping beneath the hem of your bra up to roughly squeeze a handful of your tit.

Your lids flutter while you moan, running your tongue slowly from fang to fang, and Hitoshi tracks the movement with a dark hunger in his eyes.

“You gonna fuck me here in the alley Hitoshi? Where anyone could see?” You tease, fisting the front of his shirt with both hands.

The tension between you coils tight. tight. tight. as you slide your hands over his collarbone, up the back of his neck, and tangle in his soft hair. Hitoshi leans in closer, lips parting on a soft groan as he grabs your hips.

“That’s fucking right I am baby,” he whispers, lips barely brushing yours.

Hitoshi presses his mouth firmly to yours, kissing you hot and slick with a newfound desperation as your lips connect again and again.

One of your fangs catches on Hitoshi’s bottom lip and tears the skin open. He moans like a whore, chest rumbling as the blood consumed earlier has now had enough time to circulate through his veins and flow dark red down his chin. The urge to taste consumes you. You push forward to catch the blood with your tongue, lapping it off his chin with a lustful moan.

Hitoshi hisses, gripping the hair at the nape of your neck and yanks until your skull crashes into the wall, leaving a decent sized dent in its wake. You gasp his name, hands flying up to hold his forearms as he tilts your head to this side, the muscles in your neck straining unpleasantly.

Hitoshi makes a sound of understanding as something dawns on him, and he snickers a little.

“You want it to hurt, don’t you? My little masochist,” Hitoshi taunts, pressing the long line of his body against yours, and you whine. His cock is hard and straining against his zipper, digging harshly into your stomach. “Can I have a bite baby girl? Pretty please?” He teases, tongue dragging up the side of your neck and smearing his blood all over.

“Fuck!” You yelp, a sharp fang nicking you. “Please, yes, make it hurt Hitoshi,” you demand, anticipation making your toes curl in your shoes. He chuckles, ripping your shirt as he yanks it over your shoulder, and you have to fist his shirt again to anchor yourself.

Hitoshi holds you by the waist with one hand, tightens his hold on your hair, and presses a tender kiss to your collarbone before sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

His fangs slice through your skin like a hot knife to butter, and it hurts so. fucking. much.

Vamps are not meant to bite other vamps.

You scream, uncaring who hears, and your nails cut into Hitoshi’s biceps. The pain is hot and it flares brightly, radiating up to your jaw when Hitoshi sucks deeply. He moans and it vibrates throughout your shoulder.

You thrash in his unrelenting grip, a sob welling up in the back of your throat, but Hitoshi doesn’t let you move. Your pussy throbs, soaking your panties and Hitoshi’s cock keeps jerking in his jeans.

“Hitoshi,” you plead, voice hoarse. “I want you, so fucking bad. Please.” Hitoshi sucks once more to force a whimper out of you before retracting his teeth, the slick sensation of his teeth sliding free from the deep muscle inside your shoulder sends a jolt straight to your clit.

Blood pours from the the open wound on your neck, down your collarbone and the metallic scent makes your mouth water. Hitoshi releases your hair, lapping at the raw wound a few times, and leans back to lick his lips clean with a sigh. His chest rumbles with satisfaction.

Your hand sneaks down to cup his cock through his jeans, squeezing and making him gasp in surprise. Hitoshi tilts his head down to leer at the way you slip your hand under the waistband of his pants, sliding under his briefs and all the way down the smooth skin of his shaft. You squeeze his balls and his hips buck up into your hand, a choked off moan escaping him. Hitoshi grips your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up.

“Don’t tease,” he warns darkly, a few more pitch black veins branching out from his underneath his eyes and snaking down his cheeks.

You smile coyly and free your hand, quickly unbuttoning his pants and yanking them, along with his briefs, down to his mid thighs. His cock bobs free, heavy enough that it smacks his pelvis before settling on sticking straight out. Your pussy aches at the sight, and suddenly you need to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, to gather the precum beading there, or you might die all over again.

Hitoshi reaches for the back of his shirt and slips it off, dropping it carelessly into a pile by his feet. You start to sink to your knees, intent on fulfilling your own desire, when he snatches your wrist and keeps you upright. You whine loudly in protest and Hitoshi grins lazily in return, the corners of his eyes crinkling at your desperation.

“Later, sweetheart. I’ll take you home and let you suck my cock to your heart’s desire, but right now, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

With that, Hitoshi effortlessly spins you around and forces you to catch yourself with your palms flat on the brick. He noses at the back of your neck and reaches his hands around to unbutton your shorts. He slips his thumbs into the waistband and yanks until all the material falls to the floor.

You instinctively step out of them, sneakers only getting caught once before you kick them aside. Hitoshi rests a hand on your lower back and pushes, encouraging you to arch and show yourself to him. You do so eagerly, breath hitching when the cool night air hits your slick, sensitive pussy.

Hitoshi reaches down between your thighs to place two fingers on your clit, rubbing slow circles into it that have you digging your forehead into the brick wall. The thumb of his other hand comes up to spread you open more, dragging it down to part the soft lips of your pussy.

“Fuck, you are so soft, it’s driving me insane. That feel good baby?” He coos, playing with your clit a little faster as electricity shoots up your spine. You nod, fingers curling into brick and making some of it crumble.

“Yes, it’s so good. Fuck me, c’mon Hitoshi.”

“Say please,” he chides. “You have manners don’t you?”

“Please, fuck me,” you say through gritted teeth.

“That’s my girl,” he teases, the blunt tip of his cock sliding over you. Hitoshi reaches up and cups the wound on your shoulder, pinching the area until blood wells up in his palm.

You feeeze, goosebumps littering your arms when you hear the slick noise of Hitoshi pumping his cock….with your blood. A startled laugh bursts out of you.

“You’re fucking nasty Hitoshi,” you say with amusement, forehead pushing further into the wall.

“Yeah,” he confirms with a breathy sigh, nudging his cock against your tight pussy, a slow press of his hips until the tip pops in. “But you’re the whore who loves it.” Hitoshi buries his cock inside you to the hilt, hips smacking into your ass as you cry out from the burning stretch.

“Fuckk,” you groan hoarsely, bracing yourself on your forearms, and Hitoshi snickers. Slender fingers hold tight to your waist as he pulls his hips back, letting his cock create a delicious friction that has you shivering. Then he shoves himself back inside and starts to build a steady rhythm.

“Your pussy’s better than I imagined, oh my fucking god,” Hitoshi says like he can’t quite believe he’s having sex with you.

Hitoshi, unsurprisingly, can read you pretty well, and so, he fucks you like hates you, but he whispers the sweetest praise in your ear at the same time. The pleasure starts to build pathetically quickly behind your belly button, and you drop one hand down to play with your clit.

Hitoshi catches your wrist, reaches for the other one and then leans back and twists. He traps both your hands with one of his and rests your now immobile hands at the small of your back.

His pace doesn’t falter as he tangles fingers in your hair and wrenches your head back a few inches, pushing forward and slamming the side of your face into the brick as pain crackles across your temple.

The moan you let out bounces off the surrounding walls.

“Cum on my cock, or don’t fucking cum at all.” Hitoshi’s voice is like ice, hips starting to snap shallowly as he repeatedly nails your g-spot.

“Fuck!” You cry out. “Okay, okay! Hitoshi, oh my god, make me cum on your cock!” You can tell that the skin on your cheekbone has torn, more blood leaking down and into your mouth.

“That’s what I like to hear, good girl.” Hitoshi frees your hair and preoccupies himself with smacking your ass, never letting go of your wrists. You breath catches, exhaling shakily when he tugs one of your ass cheeks to the side and spits. He rubs the pad of his thumb over your rim and pushes inside.

Your pussy flutters and clings to Hitoshi’s cock like she never wants to let go, and the knot in your lower pelvis unravels furiously as your orgasm pulses through you. Hitoshi whines, dropping your wrists and hooks his thumb even deeper to tug at your rim as he places his free hand near your head.

“Shit, that’s it baby. You’re gonna make me cum,” Hitoshi manages to say between moans. His breath hitches, and then he’s pushing himself in to the hilt as he cock kicks with his release.

It’s silent as Hitoshi rests his forehead on your shoulder and kisses the back of it sweetly while you come back down to earth. The pleasure fades into oversensitivity, and you’re hyper aware of how full you feel and how sticky you still are with blood. You twist one hand behind you and push weakly at his bare stomach.

“Hitoshi, pull out. It’s getting uncomfortable,” you complain, fidgeting slightly.

He groans, but ultimately he bends to your will and pulls free from you with a slick noise. You sigh gently, feeling your features smooth out, and flip around to lean your weight on the wall. Hitoshi’s eyes have turned purple once again, and he looks far more normal now.

Well, as normal as somebody covered in dried blood can.

You start to giggle when you take in the sight of him. He’s an absolute wreck and he rolls his eyes before joining in your laughter.

It’s then that you notice the sky starting to turn pink and Hitoshi’s expression softens considerably.

“Want to stay at my place?” He asks sheepishly, offering you your shorts and underwear. You take them with a grateful smile, sliding them on and grimacing at the filthy sensation of cum in your panties. Hitoshi finishes tucking himself away and you reach a hand out to him. He grins and sweetly laces his fingers with yours.

“I guess sleeping in your bed doesn’t sound like the worst option available.”

Thankfully, once you get to Hitoshi’s blacked out apartment, you’re able to shower and then flop down in his bed and curl into his chest.

Yeah, being two of the only vampires in town isn’t so bad after all.

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suiana · 9 months ago

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(yandere! vampire x afab! reader) (cw: period blood💀, suggestive) (reader is gn but has a uterus)

he is the young lord of a prestigious vampire family family.

honour, money, respect.

he could be everything and anything. his status allows him to do so. and the fact that he's a vampire only makes him so much more powerful.

a young and educated bachelor of a prestigious vampire family.

elegant, smart, educated.

he'd never make a rash decision, always thinking things through before doing anything. careful calculations, masterful deceptions...

that's why he doesn't understand it when his friend tells him that period blood is tasty.

"dude, you've got to try it sometime. like, it's got this tangy taste and-"

"silence! how disgusting are you?"

his face is completely twisted, eyes narrowing as he glares at his friend of 150 years. what on earth is he talking about? tasty? tangy?

his best friend wasn't like this before. he used to be more composed. he'd never say something that vulgar.

ugh, it must be because his friend got that human girlfriend a while back. ever since they started dating... he doesn't even want to think about it. that human must have brainwashed him or something. like period blood? seriously?

...

he can't say much though. he's the same with you too. if you asked him to do something nasty with your blood... i mean, you're his mate! he'll do anything if you asked for it!

"ugh... my cramps are so painful..."

your vampire boyfriend immediately spins his ehad towards you, an alert expression as he teleports to your side to immediately rub at your belly.

"do you need anything, my love?"

"just for my cramps to stop hurting so much."

your boyfriend hates seeing you like this. all in pain, crouching over yourself. curse whoever made periods! how dare they hurt his wonderful lover? he swears that he'll-

"...babe, you're doing the thing again."

oh.

the vampire lord shys away, immediately hiding his fangs as he clears his throat.

"sorry beloved. you know how I get whenever you're in pain. you don't deserve to suffer, you know? I just get so passionate sometimes."

he sighs, shaking his head as he curls up beside you and snuggles up with you. ah, this is perfect- wait a second.

'dude, i don't know whether your mate will allow you to but whenever they get their cramps getting them to orgasm relieves the pain.'

why the hell did he suddenly remember his best friend's words right now?!

ah...

the vampire turns his head towards yours, a pretty pink hue on his cheeks asnhe snuggles you even more. it catches your attention and.. you can't help but raise an eyebrow. what the hell was your boyfriend up to now? did he kill someone in your name again?

"what?"

"you... have cramps right?"

did he hit his head or something?

"yeah? i literally just said it."

your grunt, feeling slightly more snappy than usual because your hormones were fucking everything up. everything was so uncomfortable, and the pain meds weren't helping either. sometimes you wish you could just tear out your uterus and never have to suffer periods ever again.

wait, wait, wait what?

you were pulled out from your thoughts when your boyfriend suddenly stopped hugging you, instead moving his face lower... and lower- hold on, is he in the mood right now?!

"w-wait! what are you doing? i'm on my period dummy!"

"yeah? i know?"

you feel your cheeks heating up as your boyfriend stares at you from in between your legs. what the hell? is he crazy? you know how much of a clean freak he is! he'd never do something so... filthy!

"get out from my legs then?! what if my blood gets-"

"i... heard from my friend that it would help your cramps go away."

he pauses, face blushing as he stares at your pants before glancing back up at your face.

"and you know how much I hate seeing you in pain baby. I don't care if it gets messy."

you could only stare at him in a mixture of embarrassment and horror as he begins to momentarily outfreak you with his behaviour. he's never... done anything like this before. and you know how much he hates getting dirty and so-called 'un-fresh blood'.

he's gone on a rant about how different fresh blood and not fresh blood tastes like before. you vividly remember his disgusted voice and his horrific face as he recounted what his best friend and hiss mate did.

and yet... he's doing the same thing now?!

"hey... you don't have to do it-! I thought you-"

"yeah, but it's fine. I'm doing it for you anyways."

you didn't know what to say to that so you merely sighed and let him do what he wanted to do. you never managed to stop him when he was set on something anyway.

...

so your vampire boyfriend ended up liking it more than he should.

um.

yeah good luck :3

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animasola86 · 7 months ago

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🐇 DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

m!vampire x f!reader 🔥 very explicit 🔥 words: 11k

It was a dark night, you tried to hurry home, past the cemetery, when you were suddenly abducted, not that you remember any of that. You wake up in a cage, naked and vulnerable, and a man approaches you, calling you "bunny". Turns out you're his pet now. So welcome to your new life. I hope you're ready to take on your three new masters?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Abduction! Dubcon! Mind control! Vampires! Group sex! Petplay! Cages/Collars! Size difference! Oral/anal/vaginal sex! Biting! (READ ON AO3/LITEROTICA)

A/N: The prompt was "petplay, group sex, abduction, vampires, f/m" - and of course I couldn't just write about that alone, so I added a lot more kinks. This also marks the first time properly writing monsterfucker smut. I'm still new to the genre, so forgive me if my vampire lore is a little rusty. Hope you enjoy this silly little smut story nonetheless!

Alternative title: Down the Rabbit('s) Hole(s)

You wake up to strange noises. There's the thumping of music, but it's muffled, as if through various walls. Then there are sounds much, much closer... Wet sounds you cannot quite place. You may even hear sighs and slurping, rhythmic slapping that causes goosebumps to pebble your skin. Your naked skin as you realize.

Slowly you come to, your eyelids fluttering. It's dark, but not quite. There's candle light bouncing off the stone walls, shadows dancing in sickening rhythms. You blink slowly, trying to focus your eyes. Your head feels heavy, filled with cotton or stones, you can't be sure. Your body aches, and as you try to move, you can't. Feet and elbows and shoulders and the top of your head push against sturdy metal bars. Your heart beats faster, blood rushing through your veins as panic settles into your shaking limbs. You are in a cage.

A whimper escapes you as you grip the metal rods and push and pull and rattle them, trying to get out. You are on your knees, on some sort of cushion, but that's the only comfort around. You are completely naked, except for a thick leather band wrapped around your neck. A collar. Your hair is made up into two tight buns on the top of your head, some loose strands tickling your nape. Your breaths are frantic.

Where am I? What happened?

You can barely remember anything. It's been dark, you were walking home. Past the cemetery? Probably, it's the shortest route. You have been hurrying along, feeling as if something has been watching you. And then... You blink as you try to remember, but the memory is fleeting, dissolving as you try to grab it, like smoke evaporating between your fingers. Your heartbeat accelerates, hysteria making your lips tremble as your face tingles awfully.

“Oh listen to these sweet sounds,” comes a deep voice from somewhere behind you. You twist in your cage, but you cannot see anything, you can't move, can't even turn your head properly. “Badum, badum, badum, almost as fast as a real rabbit's heart. You are perfect for this, hmm, aren't you, little bunny?”

A big shadow moves around the cage, and you gasp when a man crouches down in front of it, looking at you with a crooked smirk. You jolt away from the bars, but only hit your head, making you feel even more dizzy.

“Shh, easy now, pet, everything is alright,” he coos, tilting his head, extending a hand with unusually pointy fingernails. You stare at him, frightened out of your mind. His long fingers come closer, but you can't back away any further in your confinement, and when they close around your chin, you yelp helplessly. “No need to be afraid.”

He pulls you to the front of the cage, and even though you protest, putting your whole body against the motion, and strain your neck, struggling with all you have left, he does so with ease, the grip strong and powerful. Your face ends up pressed to the bars, allowing you a closer look at the stranger. He's...

You blink, frowning in confusion. He's so handsome. You don't know why you expected the man who kept you in a cage to look ugly or foul, but he doesn't. He has a fair face, very pale, no facial hair, smooth skin, dark eyes that seem to gleam a little, perfectly angled eyebrows that are still thick and masculine. That smirk on his lips mesmerizes you. Then he parts them, his tongue slipping out to wet his upper lip, and when it retreats, you see the hint of white teeth, straight and... are those fangs?

His smile widens as he notices how you're staring at his mouth. And yes, those are fangs, pointy sharp canines, glinting in the dim light. You gasp, trying to back away but he still holds your chin. “Shh,” he makes, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “No need to panic.” His voice is soothing, low and gentle, vibrating through you, feeding the heat pulsing inside you.

“Who are you?” you whisper, not sure why that is the first question that slips past your quivering lips. Where am I? What is going on? Why am I naked? Why am I in a cage? What are these noises all around me? What are you planning to do with me? These questions fade into the back of your mind as you keep staring at the handsome man.

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head, slowly pushing his thumb between your lips to silence you. “That doesn't need to concern you,” he whispers. “I don't matter, you don't matter. But for the sake of names, you can call me Master. And you, my little bunny, are my newest pet.”

You frown at him, unconsciously pressing your tongue against his invading thumb, to push it away or to feel more of it, you can't be sure. “M'not a bu-” you try to say past his digit, but he shakes his head, pushing it deeper.

“Shh, yes, you are. You are my bunny and I will play with you tonight, and all the nights to come,” he says softly, pumping his thumb in and out of your mouth, and all you can do is strain your lips around it and let him as you hold his gaze. The longer you stare into his dark eyes, the calmer you become, the heavier your body feels, the less thoughts course through your mind. You even start sucking on his thumb, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue around it. As if it would be the most normal thing to do in this situation.

He smiles at you, his other hand moving along the edge of the cage before the door jumps open with a rusty squeak. His thumb is gone, and you feel confused, blinking, and he uses that confusion to pull you out of the cage. His hand is heavy on your shoulder, keeping you from getting to your feet, so you end up on your hands and knees beside him, craning your neck to look at him. It's then that you finally see the rest of the dimly-lit room.

The shadows you saw earlier belong to various figures, other men sitting on couches and armchairs and stools, and draped around them, sitting on their laps, bent over before them, suspended in the air, are other girls, naked like you, and they're wearing collars and masks, animal masks, you see cats and dogs, bunnies and foxes, even pigs and cows, and the noises that come from them make you feel quite uneasy.

It's a wild mixture of moans and whimpers, some barking and mewling, oinks and moos, a strange cacophony of sounds as they are forced to entertain the other men.

You see two men spitroasting a cat girl, her ear headband flopping back and forth wildly as she takes one cock deep into her throat as another pounds into her sloppy pussy, and the man behind her is gripping the tail stuck in her butt, while spanking her ass cheek with the other hand.

Right next to them is a girl in a cow mask, suspended in the air by ropes draped under her arms and around her elbows and knees, legs spread far apart, her large breasts bouncing up and down as she swings back and forth, getting impaled by the hard member of another man. Every time he plunges deep, she groans in a way that sounds strikingly like a moo.

In the corner of the room you see a girl squirming on a table, wrists and ankles bound to its legs, while at least four men stand around her, bent over her, faces pressed to her neck, her breasts, between her legs. There are moans and slurping sounds, and a strange metallic smell wafts towards you.

You feel sick just watching these scenes, a sniffle escaping you as you stare at the ground. Beside you the man is attaching something to the back of the collar around your neck, and before you know it, you are being dragged forward, choking slightly until you start to crawl on your hands and knees behind him. “Come on, bunny, let's join the festivities...” the man tells you, and you whimper in response, the leash pulling you straight into the dense cloud of sex noises and sex smells.

Keeping your head low, you move past various couples, and you can't tell if their whines come from pain or pleasure, and you don't want to find out either. It's you you have to worry about now, because you don't want to end up like them. But it seems you don't have much of a choice when the man suddenly grabs you under your arms and lifts you effortlessly, holding you up like one would hold a puppy or a newborn, and you stare at him, mesmerized by his dark eyes, immobile in his hold, feet dangling at least a foot above the ground.

In this slightly brighter light, you can see a red glint in his gaze, and the sight should have irritated you, along with his fangs, but you just look at him, calming down in his hold. “Oh, how beautiful,” another voice coos from the side. “What a nice catch. Well done.” A second man steps next to the one holding you up, equally handsome with a fair face and dark eyes. He looks younger though and sports a deep scar through his left eyebrow.

“She's so tiny,” a gruff voice sounds from behind you. “You sure she can handle this?” You feel hands on your waist, rubbing down your sides, long fingers closing around your shins as the man behind you pulls your legs apart for further inspection.

You feel frozen in place, trapped by a bunch of predators, a literal bunny forced into a corner. Your heart is thundering in your chest. A single tear rolls down your cheek.

“Aww, don't be scared, little bunny,” the younger man whispers, extending a hand to wipe at your cheek. You barely flinch away. “We won't harm you. We want to keep you. Unlike humans, we hunt for the future, for our entertainment, you know? We won't eat you... not like you think.” He unhooks the leash from your collar and teases your pert nipples with the cold metal, before he lets it fall to the floor and gently cups your small breasts, weighing them in his palms. “And we'll make sure you can take us...” Your eyes widen when he smiles, exposing even pointier fangs to you.

“Like I told you, you are our pet, not our food,” the man holding you says with a smirk, winking at you. “We'll keep you alive. Won't we, gentlemen?”

“Sure,” the man behind you grunts. You feel him crouching behind you, his hot breath fanning over the backs of your thighs, his hands rubbing up and down your trembling legs. “We'll try.”

The other two men give a deep laugh. “No, no, we will keep her alive,” the first man says sternly before he gently puts you down again, your bare feet hitting the cold stone below. You shiver deeply. He puts his hands on your shoulders and leans over you, tall and intimidating. “And you'll be a good bunny, won't you?” he coos. “You'll do as we say?”

His eyes hold you captive, and you find yourself nodding. “Y-yes,” you mumble as the man smiles at you, while his eyes bore into you intently. “M-master,” you add quietly, unsure where that came from.

The younger man laughs. “So obedient, I'm delighted!” he says and clasps his hands together. “Hey, you can call me Sir, while we're at it.”

“And who am I then, hm?” the man behind you grumbles. His hands move around your rear, long fingers digging into your soft flesh. You stiffen under the touch. “Master, Sir, what– oh I know,” he suddenly says, pulling you back and out of Master's grip.

He spins you around, and you find yourself staring at a broad chest, and when you look up further you see a massive man before you, wide shoulders, arms thicker than your thighs, a mountain of a man, full of muscles, but his face looks kind, older than the other two, full of lines and creases, and when he smiles at you it's more of a grimace, somehow sad, though his eyes crinkle handsomely.

“You can address me as Lord, bunny, how's that?” he says, his voice so much deeper than even Master's voice. His eyes are equally mesmerizing, and you can't help but nod again. He's seemingly happy about your reaction, and suddenly, you find yourself floating as he scoops you up and into his strong arms, pressed to his hard chest. You stare up at him, feeling a strange heat creeping into your cheeks.

Sir and Master approach you as well, their hands moving over your arms and legs, gentle, soothing caresses that make you forget everything around you, and it's for the better, you think. You still catch the occasional glimpse of a man doing unspeakable things to a young woman, but when you focus on the three men watching you, it doesn't really matter anymore.

“So, where do we take her?” Sir asks quietly, his long fingers scratching down your forearm, following the veins under your skin. “It'd be a shame to share her in such a public setting...”

Master nods, his hand slipping between your legs, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “Shame we have to share you at all,” he tells you with a wink. “But I am a man of my word...”

You frown at him before Lord lets out a deep rumble that makes you look up at him instead. “You better be. You ruined both of our last pets, it's only fair we get a piece of your new one as well...”

The youngest of the men sighs deeply. “Ah, don't remind me. Poor little kitten... I miss her dearly.”

Another grunt escapes the large man holding you in his arms. “As if. You nearly broke her even before he got his claws on her...” he adds with a nod to Master who laughs darkly.

“Gentlemen, old news, old news. Let's not dwell on the past, let's enjoy this sweet little thing... with its thumping little heart... and the delicious blood pumping so rapidly through its soft little veins...”

You stare at the man as he curls his fingers around your thigh, his grip strong, and you feel your heartbeat throbbing in your leg where he holds you tightly. Meanwhile Sir has his hand pressed to the pulse point at your wrist, a low humming coming from deep inside his throat. It hurts how they hold you. A whimper escapes you.

Suddenly Lord's big hand swats away the other men's fingers, and you gasp as he shifts you on his arm. “We will share her,” he says in his deep voice, staring first at Master then at Sir. “Equally. Behave yourselves...”

Both men sigh and take a step back from you. Sir mimics a bow as he grins at the oldest man. “Of course, of course. Shall we go then? Before even more of us come and claim this beautiful little blood ba– I mean bunny?”

Master rolls his eyes and hits the other man's shoulder. “As I was the one who found her, we will go to my chambers. Come along then...”

You blink in utter confusion as the men start walking towards a door, leaving the noisy and smelly room and its strange inhabitants behind. Lord carries you through dark and narrow corridors, and you snuggle against his wide chest as the darkness moves in on you. Nothing but blackness, not a single light anywhere. You wonder how the men can even see where they're going.

The large man holds you protectively, and even though he seems to be the most genuine of the three, you feel his hand rub along your rear, fingers digging between your cheeks. You can't help but flinch when he pokes at your puckered hole. A low hum escapes him that silences you. Breathing a little harder, unable to control the rapid rhythm of your heart, you let him touch you as he takes you through the impenetrable darkness.

The sudden light hurts your eyes, and after the squeak of a door, you find yourself in a large bedroom. There's a big four-poster bed with a red velvety canopy and sturdy wooden frame, laden with pillows and blankets, a big fireplace next to it that's encircled by luscious looking couches and armchairs, walls lined with bookshelves. There are tapestries on the other walls, and not a single window. Despite that, it looks cozy.

The light comes from a giant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, adorned with at least two dozen candles. It's a warm light, but you are still shivering as Lord sets you down on the floor that's covered in grand carpets and rugs. You hug your arms to your chest, for the first time really acknowledging the fact that you are completely naked – and surrounded by three men who look strangely hungry, with glinting eyes, who lick their lips and pointy teeth, their fingers itching to touch you again.

Fear creeps up your spine as you back away slightly, only to bump into Lord who stepped behind you. “Easy, pet, no need to be afraid now. There's no use trying to run away. And why would you, right?” he adds, gently cupping your face with his big hand. You stiffen as you look up at him. “We will be so gentle with you...”

You swallow hard, then yelp audibly when Sir rips Lord's hand away from your face and places his own around your neck. “Enough talk. I call dips on her throat!” he says darkly, staring at you with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.

“As usual,” Master sighs. “And you'll take her ass I assume?”

“I'm the ass guy,” Lord chimes happily, a low chuckle erupting from his throat. “Haven't found a girl yet who could take my entire cock into her little cunt... well, at least not if I wanted to keep her. The Devil bless their poor souls... But asses are so much more accommodating, wouldn't you say?”

You can only stare at him, frozen to the spot. He looks so gentle, but his words are vile, and the picture he paints in your head makes you sick to your stomach. He gives you a wink from behind Sir's shoulder.

“You could just go for the larger ones, you know?” the youngest man says, turning his head to the big man. “But no, your appetite for the petite is unrivaled around here. At least they still made for a good meal after you broke them...”

You shudder deeply, goosebumps rippling over your skin. “Stop your blabbering, gentlemen,” Master sighs and pushes Sir away. His hands find your shoulders as he leans down to you with a soft smile. “Don't listen to them. We won't harm you, we told you, and we... can be trusted, little bunny, I swear on my own grave!”

A series of rough laughter echoes through the vast room. You blink at him, mouth falling open, mind racing. You're too numb to panic anymore, but you are still too far from being calm. Not even those dark eyes can help you now. And surprisingly enough, it's not their lewd sex talk and the prospect of being violated that twists your insides, not entirely at least, it's a different realization that may come a little too late.

“Y-you... you're...” you start, your voice feeble and thin, your whole body tensing up as you try to make sense of it all. “You're... vampires...” Images of men bending over girls flood your mind, those slurping sounds, the stench of blood, little hints here and there...

“Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is she?” Sir chimes in with a smirk, watching you closely as he drags his tongue over his pointy canines.

“She's just a bit slow. Must be the shock,” Lord adds, crossing his big arms over his chest. “Don't worry your pretty head, bunny. No more thinking, okay?”

“B-but...”

Master shakes his head, cutting you off with a smile. “Shh, I told you that doesn't have to concern you. None of it matters anymore, bunny dearest. You are ours now, and who we are is not important. Be a good pet now, won't you?”

His words sink into your muddled brain, and you don't even protest as he pushes you gently to the ground until you kneel before them, hands folded on your lap, neck strained to look up at the three men. They are all intimidatingly tall, Lord is twice as wide as Sir, probably twice as old as well, though the latter is still muscular despite his lean body and probably strong enough to do unspeakable things to you. Master is right in the middle of the other two, with big arms but narrow hips, and his strength you've already experienced.

“Pray tell, pet, have you ever had a cock in your mouth?” the youngest addresses you, and you blush deeply, averting your eyes.

“No,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Oh?” comes the surprised reply. “Okay, well, how about a cock in your cunt, hm?”

You clear your throat. “Mhm,” you make, still too embarrassed to look at them.

“Mhm what? Yes or no?”

“Yes,” you gasp out quickly.

“Aww, not a virgin anymore? Too bad...” Sir sighs, nudging Master into the side. “You're losing your touch, eh?”

“You try finding a virgin in these modern times,” the other man replies with a grunt. “If they don't fuck as soon as they hit puberty, then they shove whatever item they can find into their young pussies, deflowering themselves. But it's not about the body, it's about the mind, isn't that so, bunny?”

You stare at him, frowning deeply.

“I bet you never had a real man. Maybe some stud at a party or a clumsy boyfriend trying to find the right hole?” He laughs darkly. “I don't think you experimented with yourself much, hm?”

The sudden clink of a belt being unbuckled catches your attention, and you look towards Lord instead of answering Master's question. The oldest man is in the middle of pulling his cock out of his pants, and your eyes widen at the sight. Their earlier talks make much more sense now. His dick is huge! Not even fully hard, it was as long as your forearm and probably a lot thicker too.

“Enough with the chitchat,” he groans, his big hand closing around his length before he gives himself some hard strokes. “Let's get to the point. Your job is to service us, pet, you get it? You do as we tell you. You either suck our cocks or let us fuck you with them. As easy as that. No complaining, no screaming for help or whatever, you just obey, understood?”

You swallow hard, feeling tears burning under your lashes. “Y-yes, Lord,” you manage to croak out as your throat tightens.

Sir takes a step towards you, his hands also in the process of opening his pants. “Don't get intimidated, bunny, you'll be surprised what your body is capable of,” he tells you with a strangely soft voice as he grabs your chin and guides your head to his crotch. “Now get to work.”

You stare up at him, vehemently trying to ignore the appendage springing free as he pushes his pants and underwear down. It's not as big as Lord's, but still very daunting.

“Open your mouth, pet,” he tells you sternly, and you find yourself obeying, lips parting, tongue lolling out, as he pulls you closer by your chin, the tip of his cock pushing between your lips. A whimper escapes you as he rolls his hips forward a little. All you can feel and taste and smell is him, and even though it's a sweet mixture of musk and spices, you are overwhelmed quickly as even the crown of his length fills out your small mouth.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Master walking around you, then you feel his hands on your shoulders as he starts moving you back and forth slowly. Sir lets go of your chin and straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches you darkly while you fight to somehow get used to the spongy texture on your tongue. “I can't wait to shove my whole length down your throat, bunny,” he whispers hoarsely. “It'll be glorious.”

“Easy, don't scare her off,” Master says behind you, still guiding your head. “You can do this, pet, you were made for this, weren't you?”

His words are weirdly sweet, and somehow they do encourage you. As soon as you manage to shut off your mind, the task at hand (or in your mouth) gets a little easier, as you focus on how your lips strain around the tight skin, how your tongue presses against those throbbing veins, and how you feel his tip rubbing along your gums. You're surprised how easy it is to keep your jaw open like that and your teeth out of the way. It feels like an instinct. Maybe you were indeed made for this.

“Hollow your cheeks and suck,” you hear Master's low voice close to your ear, and it startles you enough to push your head forward, causing Sir's cock to slip right against the back of your throat. A sudden jerk crashes through your body as you gag reflexively. Spit fills your mouth, and you cough against the obstacle in it, and despite the need to cough properly, you feel the urge to not let your saliva drip past your lips, so you follow the advice and hollow your cheeks, sucking hard, your tongue pressing against the underside of the hardening member when you try to swallow.

A groan comes from the man attached to it. “Oh, that's good, pet, just like that,” he gasps. Your eyes fly up to him, and even though your vision is blurry, you watch him curiously. He reacts to every flick of your tongue, every suck, every scrape of your lips along his shaft.

“You're a natural, eh?” Master whispers into your ear, causing you to shiver. He's holding your shoulders, keeping you upright, making it impossible to move back even if you wanted to.

So you keep bobbing your head, sucking and licking, completely focused on the cock in your mouth, while the three men look at you with growing hunger. Master's encouragements ease you, Sir's reactions make you proud, and whatever Lord is doing next to them with his cock in his hand fills your head with strange images that fuel the warmth settling low in your stomach.

A grunt echoes through the room, and suddenly and with a wet pop, the cock is pulled out from between your swollen lips. Master has grabbed you under your arms and dragged you back and upwards against his chest, and you blink in confusion at Sir's look of betrayal and anger. His cock bobs angrily against his lower stomach before he hisses at the man behind you.

“My turn, relax,” Master tells the other man. “We wanted to share, remember? You can have her throat soon enough!”

Sir narrows his eyes, but then grunts and walks away, hand feverishly stroking his hard erection. Lord watches the scene with impassive eyes, lazily rubbing his own length that seems to have grown at least a few inches since you last looked at it. You swallow dryly, only now noticing the mixture of spit and precum dripping down your chin.

Master leads you towards something you think is a chaiselongue, some sort of half-couch or long armchair with only a headrest, and lies down on it, long legs stretched out before he pulls you onto his lap. You feel the bulge in his pants right against your warm sex as he makes you straddle him. Somehow you follow along without protesting, mesmerized by his dark eyes.

“Time to prepare our little bunny,” he whispers and smiles at you. You feel your cheeks warming up, squirming slightly on top of him. A sudden warmth grips you that moves through your whole body before it pulses eagerly right between your legs. You wait for his hand to touch you where you seemingly need him most, but instead both of his hands close around your neck.

You gasp, staring at him with wide eyes. His face looks different now, no longer soft and handsome, but dark and fierce. He licks his lips, then his teeth, and the pointy canines hold your attention for a moment. Your heart beats faster, and he seems to notice it. One hand pushes your collar up until it rests right against your jaw, cutting into your soft skin, making it hard to breathe. His other hand rubs along the slender column of your neck, thumbnail scraping along your fluttering pulse.

“The sounds you make, my little pet, so beautiful. Such a strong heartbeat... I bet you taste absolutely delicious,” he says quietly, his dark eyes glinting red. You swallow hard against his hand and the collar, frozen on his lap, held captive by his hungry gaze.

A feeble little “No... please...” escapes you, but he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, tightening his grip on your throat.

“Shh, none of that. Just relax. This won't hurt... much,” he says as he leans closer, sitting up more until you feel his hot breath on your skin. His fingers slip under the back of the collar and pull your head up and to the side a little to expose your neck for him, and you gasp, your lungs burning, your eyes watering.

He watches you, seems to notice every nervous flinch and wince, how your nostrils flare in growing panic, how your eyelids flutter, and when you move your hands to grab onto his shirt, he leans in, breaking eye contact, and that's enough to pull you back into reality. He is going to bite me! Drink from me! No! I don't want that! But there's nothing you can do.

You feel his tongue on your neck, licking along your pulse, and then... a sharp pain that makes you cry out loudly. His grip on the collar holds you in place but you still squirm on his lap, unconsciously grinding your pelvis against his groin, and a muffled groan comes deep from his throat as he sinks his pointy teeth into you. Something cold rushes through your veins, cold and painful, like little ice shards, a numbing sensation that leaves a horrible burning in its wake.

You whimper helplessly as he sucks on your neck, your blood boiling before it freezes, making you shiver deeply. The noises are obscene, slurping and gulping, lewd sighs and grunts, as the vampire feeds off you. Your head is spinning, you're dizzy, from letting blood, and from lack of oxygen, your body powerless against whatever is happening. Your eyelids become heavy but you're still fighting, not wanting to succumb to this. Or at least you try.

But then your hands lose their grip on his shirt as you slump into yourself a little, only held up by his fingers hooked under the collar, which only enhances the urge to breathe. Dry gasps, feeble little whines fall from your parted lips. Black spots dance before your eyes, and you feel yourself falling... the darkness is so welcoming...

A sudden drawn-out moan signals the end of your torture, though you barely register how you are being lifted up, the pressure around your neck gone, but it still hurts. There's a hand on your pulse, your heartbeat weak, still you feel the blood gushing against that palm. Your vision is blurry. Somehow you switch from the arms of one man to another's, and you can smell the difference, feel the strength in the big arms carrying you.

“Brave little bunny, let me have a taste before I prepare you further, hm?” The deep voice vibrates through your clouded mind, and you whine softly. A warm mouth replaces the hand on your neck, an even warmer tongue licking up your spilled blood. A rough groan pushes into your consciousness. “Ah, what a lovely taste...” The heat becomes stronger, burning against your hurting skin, and you whimper when it becomes unbearably hot. “Shh, just a little. Gotta close up our precious well again, don't want you bleeding out and wasting so much lovely life juice, hm, bunny? We're just getting started...”

Your eyelids flutter open as you come to again, still weakened and dizzy, but you can see the room again. You're lying on your back on the soft bed, and a large man with broad shoulders looms over you, propped up on his strong arms. You see him licking his mouth, something red stuck in the corner of his lips. He gives you a little smile, the creases around his eyes crinkling deeply.

“Hello there,” Lord says with a chuckle. “Ready for more?”

You want to protest, but he already rolls you around onto your stomach, and you grip the sheets as he pulls you back towards the edge, your legs falling off it. You feel him step between your thighs, big hands running along your sides, over your plump rear, before he dips his fingers in the cleft between your cheeks. You yelp in surprise, clutching the sheets tighter, when a thick finger probes at your sphincter. The motion wakes you fully from your daze, and you start squirming on the bed, trying to get away from the insistent finger.

“Bunny! Stop squirming!” Lord's deep voice echoes through the room, and you stiffen immediately, allowing yourself only a little whine when you press your face into the soft bedding. “This will hurt much more if you don't stay still.”

“You call that preparing? Not even a little lube?” you hear another man's voice from behind you, and you want to agree when the finger presses against the tight ring of muscles.

“You know I like them raw...” Lord grunts, working his finger as deep as it will go while you wail hopelessly into the sheets muffling your noises. “That burning friction... the tight muscles... ahh... nothing like it...”

“You're a sick man,” the other voice says with a laugh.

“Oh, but I am not a man,” he replies with a low growl, suddenly pulling his finger out – only to replace it with two. You shriek in surprise as he prods into your ass fast and hard. “I lack man's empathy...” he continues, pushing his two digits in and out in a sickening rhythm. “I am even more selfish than any man wishes to be...” His words mirror his actions, but you can't quite agree to the sentiment. Lord has been so nice to you, gentle and soft, but now he is anything but.

The force with which he pounds his fingers into you makes you bounce on the bed, each deep plunge coaxing a yelp out of your hurting throat. You gave up squirming, but you're still fighting with all you can, though it does only work against you in this situation as you tense up your muscles, trying to repel him.

“Ah, so tight, little bunny. So tiny and tight, I'd love to break you in,” he rumbles as you whine, white-knuckling the sheets helplessly. He continues to finger you for an excruciatingly long moment, before he suddenly pulls his hand away, leaving you gaping and empty. But he's not done yet. You feel him push in two fingers again, but this time he doesn't push deep, he stretches you, fingers hooked around the edge of your protesting hole as he pulls it apart mercilessly.

You wail louder, writhing again, but he continues, stretching you this way and that way, and the pressure feels horrible as white-hot pain crashes through your entire body. “A little more,” he whispers. “You might want to relax a bit, won't hurt as much.”

But you can't. It feels wrong, and you can't allow this. You've seen the size of his cock, and you don't want any of that inside your tight ass. He must be insane for thinking it will fit.

Suddenly the stretching stops, but one finger remains hooked around your rim before you feel a few more pressing into you. You cry out and shudder as the digits nudge against your tight muscles, harder, deeper, and when you think it can't get worse, they retreat, but then a strong hand slaps against your soft ass cheek, making you bounce and shriek. One more slap to the other cheek, and then the presence behind you is gone.

You stumble over your own breaths, spluttering in relief, your ass burning, inside and out. Tears gather in your eyes as you turn your head to the side, sniffling pathetically.

“Poor little bunny,” you hear Master's voice, and in the next moment he climbs onto the bed next to you, resting on his elbow as he watches you. “But you're doing so great, you know? Much better than any other pet we've had before you. You were indeed made for this, to take us all.”

You blink at him, unable to react any differently. He leans in to caress your wet cheek, then curls his hand around your neck and pulls you towards him until he cradles you to his chest, stroking your back soothingly. You nestle against him, closing your eyes, savoring the soft moment before whatever comes next.

“Get her some water,” Master calls over your head. There's a pause and his voice changes slightly when he continues. “I want her gushing later...” You shudder, not quite understanding what he means, but somehow it sounds menacing.

You are manhandled into a sitting position, propped onto your hurting backside, before a hand grabs your chin, forcing your mouth open, and you drink the water given to you with gusto. Parched as you are, you empty the whole glass, as large as it is. Master wipes at your chin and smiles at you.

“Good bunny,” he praises, and you stare at him, feeling your cheeks warming up.

“Can we get going now? I'm so close to bursting here,” Sir's voice rings in your ears, and you realize the other two men stand around the bed, completely naked, their erections bobbing threateningly against their lower stomachs. Lord really is a mountain of muscles, and his cock seems even larger surrounded by all the bulging tissue. Sir is lean but also has defined abs and a toned chest, thick veins running all across his arms and legs, his skin tight, his cock as long and girthy as you can remember.

You swallow dryly. Master shifts you on the bed, before he steps back and undresses quickly as well. You can't help it, you're watching him. He fits right between the other two men, muscular and tall, the same bulging veins on his limbs, a broad chiseled chest, and his cock... The sight gives you chills. How can these men think any of their hard erections will fit into any of your holes? This is insane.

Then again, you were captured by a bunch of vampires, which you thought didn't exist in the first place. Maybe there are some forces at work here that will make this tolerable. You can only hope.

While you still both admire and fear the sight in front of you, the men move. Too swiftly for your muddled brain, you realize you've ended up straddling Master again. He's lying beneath you on his back, hands firmly holding your waist. His legs hang halfway off the bed to allow Lord to step behind you, his large hands on your shoulders. Sir is kneeling near Master's shoulder, cock in hand, watching you rather impatiently.

As you still come to terms with the new position, Lord pushes you forward, then lifts your hips. Sir grabs your head and cradles it in his free hand, slowly inching his cock closer to your mouth. Your breaths quicken, heart thundering in your chest that's pressed to Master's. You don't seem to have any control over your body, but you feel everything.

Something hard nudges between your folds, and you realize none of the men have prepared your pussy which you feel instantly when you are pushed down on an unyielding cock, inch by inch, the sudden stretch as out of this world as the men around you.

You whimper, feeling tears burning under your lashes as he impales you slowly, or rather as Lord works your hips down on him until all of Master's cock is deep inside you, deeper than you expected, deeper than you ever wanted. Your walls are protesting, clenching hard around him, but it's too late to fight it now. Large hands remain on your lower back, holding you down, and all you can do is shudder deeply as the sensations crash over you.

There's a thumb on your face, wiping at the tears spilling down your cheeks, and you look up out of hooded eyes, seeing Sir giving you a smile, neither soft nor mocking, something in between, but it's enough to soothe you a little. That is until he forces your mouth open and presses his cock between your lips. A muffled groan escapes you.

“Hey, get your dick out of her mouth,” you hear Lord's booming voice from behind you. “I want to hear her screams when I breach her!”

You almost clamp down on the cock in your mouth in protest before a hiss comes out of Sir's throat. “Gee, thanks for the warning. Little thing almost got her teeth out,” he says, slowly pulling out of your mouth, but still holding your jaw as he stares down at you. “Bad bunny, no teeth, okay? Keep those chompers away or I'll have to give you a nice spanking, hm?”

You swallow hard, blinking up at him, a pleading look in your eyes. His smile turns into a crooked grimace as he pats your cheek, then leans back on his haunches, hand closing around his cock again. You breathe harder, your head resting on Master's shoulder while his cock rests hard and heavy inside you, and it wouldn't even feel that bad, but you know it's not enough for these men.

The anticipation for what's to come is killing you, every second Lord waits to finally do what he said makes your heart beat faster. “Listen to those sweet sounds,” Master's voice vibrates through you. “You properly scared our little bunny. We gotta look out that she doesn't get a heart attack, poor thing...”

“She's young, she'll manage,” the oldest man growls. “Hold her down now.”

Strong arms close around your body, pressing you to a toned chest, making it impossible to move. “It'll be okay, pet, relax. Don't fight it. You'll feel amazing, I promise...”

You doubt that very much. Taking a deep breath, you still try to unclench your muscles, but at the same time you brace for Lord's intrusion. Your head is spinning, more tears falling from your tightly squeezed shut eyes. And then it's there, it's not as hard as you'd feared, but it's wide and unrelenting as it presses against your puckered hole. All that preparation feels useless now as you've tensed up again, but that's not stopping the man behind you as he inches his thick cock into your tight hole.

Your muscles give way slowly, so slowly, all you can do is wail and whine, burying your face in Master's shoulder. It's due to his large cock in your pussy that it feels so much worse when the second cock forces its way into your small body. You already feel full, but the sensation only grows when Lord pushes further, deeper, and you want to thank him and curse him for taking his sweet time, until all you want is to die when he loses his patience and grabs your hips, rolls his own, and sinks his entire length deep into your ass.

You scream when he fills you out in ways nothing has ever filled you out before. You don't even think it's possible, but he's in there now, you can feel his heavy balls slapping against where Master is stretching your pussy lips. Your body's entire attention is focused on the large intruder, on how your muscles are molded to his shape, how deep he pushes into your guts or so it feels. You can't breathe, can't think, all you feel is the two men impaling you on their cocks.

The third seems desperate to join the fill-her-holes-party and you can't even protest when he pushes his dick back into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands to pull it slightly closer to his groin. You gurgle around him, too weak to even gag when he pushes deeper, bullying the back of your throat with fast little snaps of his hips. You feel lightheaded, close to fainting, it's all too much.

And you almost slip into the sweet embrace of darkness, but then Lord starts moving behind you. The way his thick shaft with those bulging veins scrapes along your tense muscles as he pulls back makes you wail around the cock in your mouth. But it's when he pushes into you again that makes your whole body convulse. As you choke on Sir's eager erection, jaw slack, spit gathering on your tongue, dripping down your chin, Lord repeats that horrible motion of dragging his length out slowly before he slips back in with a harsh slam of his pelvis.

In and out, in and out, a sickening rhythm that doesn't fit in with the hectic stabs of Sir's cock into your throat, and even less so when Master starts moving beneath you as well. He doesn't even pull back, he just ruts up into you, bullying your cervix with fast nudges of his crown. To say you're overwhelmed would be an understatement. You are out of your mind with discomfort, pain, a strange burning sensation mixing with cold shudders, every slam, every stab, every thrust sending a new wave of goosebumps over your skin.

Your body works for you – or against you. You feel it jerking in Master's hold when Sir forces his cock deeper down your throat, triggering your gag reflex over and over again until your mouth is full of dick and spit and precum, leaving you no choice but to let it drip, to let him bulge your neck, your collar straining against it, making it even harder to breathe. Oxygen seems like an unachievable thing, as far away as any hint of pleasure. You can feel your cunt fluttering around the invading cock, but whatever ounce of bliss may come from that penetration is undone by the harsh stabbing sensation in your ass.

It's all too much, and not enough.

“Let's switch it up, gentlemen. Our bunny is fading,” you hear Master's muffled voice from somewhere far away it seems, and the motions keeping you on the edge cease slowly. Fading? You do feel like it, pushed to your limit, lungs burning, body shutting down slowly. You gag one last time when Sir pulls his cock out of your throat before you close your eyes, too weak to enjoy your freed airways. Too numb to notice much else.

You wake from your stupor when you are lowered down onto a massive cock, your tight muscles screaming in protest, as do you when you feel the deep stab of Lord's cock. He's sitting on the edge of the bed and you sit on his lap, your back pressed to his wide chest, legs hanging open over his thick thighs, and while you're being pushed onto his hard length as it forces its way deep into your aching ass, your eyes notice the bulge forming in your stomach. Panic settles in as you swat your shaking hands at the protrusion, but Lord only laughs.

“That's just me, pet, look how well you can take me,” he coos into your ear, lips brushing against the side of your neck.

“And you can take even more,” Master says as he approaches you, his cock standing tall before he guides it to your cunt.

“No...” you gasp breathlessly, trying to push him away, before Lord wraps his strong arms around you and holds you still. Your fingers twitch helplessly as you stare down at what's to come. You feel already full, that bulge a clear sign of how full you really are, but when the other cock nudges between your swollen pussy lips, easily slipping into the stretched hole, you inhale sharply as it finds its way into your body, finding space where there shouldn't be any.

And the bulge grows even bigger. You squirm in Lord's hold, feeling as if they might just rip you apart from the inside. “Shh,” he makes, kissing along your fluttering pulse. “You can do it, it's fine. Look what a nice snug fit this is...”

Master groans when he bottoms out, his hands finding your plump hips. Lord lies back then, pulling you with him, and the sensation inside you becomes even worse. The change of angle emphasizes the bulge in your belly, and all you can do is whine, helpless sniffles falling from your parted lips. You feel even fuller like this, which shouldn't be possible. But luckily Lord just lies immobile on his back, holding you in his arms, keeping you from squirming, though it's Master this time who leads the thrusting.

His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he starts rolling his hips into you, a slow pounding at first before he picks up speed, hammering his cock into your cramped depths, over and over again, each deep plunge coaxing a strangled squeal out of you.

“Hmm, are you a little piggy after all, pet?” Sir's mocking voice comes from above you, and you look up at him out of hooded eyes. He's upside down in your position, looming over you. “Listen to those squeals. Adorable... Let's shut those up, shall we?”

Before you can react to his words, he has already shoved his cock back into your mouth, going straight for your throat, ignoring the way you spasm against him, how you keep gagging, gurgling, fighting in Lord's grasp, until his balls lie flat against your nose, further keeping you from drawing any breath. Your neck bulges against your collar when he grunts deeply, and you feel him throbbing against your tongue.

He pulls back then, allowing you a sharp spluttering inhale, before he repeats the motion, going as deep as he can, keeping you on your toes. Meanwhile you feel one of Master's hands on your stomach, pressing down hard against the two dicks in your body as he keeps slamming into you relentlessly. Your muscles are tense, barely keeping up with his rhythm as they clench and unclench around him.

And suddenly you see sparks dancing behind your eyelids. His thumb brushes against your clit, the first time they've discovered that sensitive bundle of nerves, and it doesn't stop there. Lord moves beneath you, releases you from his grip only to snake his arms around yours to then close his large hands around your small breasts, kneading them almost tentatively until your nipples rub against his palms, hard and erect, sensitive as ever.

You squirm, muffled moans erupting past the cock in your throat, and you buck your hips, meeting Master's thrusts, then you arch your back, pressing your chest into Lord's touches. Pleasure blooms at the edge of the pain that holds your body captive. It's there, you can see it, feel it, a heavy warmth spreading through your insides like wildfire.

Your eyes roll back, and for the first time the noises all around you, the heavy breaths, the grunts and groans, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet slurping and gurgling and squelching, it morphs into a cacophony of desire, it drives you to move with instead of against the men holding you down and impaling you on their cocks. You find your rhythm, and they let you have it.

Sir snaps his pelvis into your face over and over again, Master's cock pistons into your clenching cunt, deep and hard and fast, his hand heavy on your stomach, thumb drawing tight circles around your nub, and Lord gropes your breasts while his dick just rests inside your ass, large and hefty, adding enough stimulation by stretching and filling you while your muscles work around him.

The tension in your lower stomach grows and grows, that coil ready to spring free, your limbs twitching, your hands gripping onto Lord's massive forearms, fingers clawing at hard muscles, and then it happens. There's a bright light all around you as the tension explodes, and you almost choke on Sir's cock when you start convulsing on top of Lord's wide body. He holds you by your breasts, his low groans only adding to the sensation crashing over you.

Master grunts too, doubling his efforts as your cunt clamps down on his cock, and he's the next to come as he pushes deep and stills, hands digging into your hips, body arching, riding out your orgasm and his with slow grinding motions, the warmth that surrounds you numbing in the most pleasurable way imaginable. His cock throbs deep inside you, twitching against his hand still resting on your stomach, and you feel him filling you up as his hot seed tries to find space in your already cramped depths.

He grabs your hand then and puts it onto your convulsing stomach, letting you feel how your belly bulges even more, and you find it somewhat comforting. He stays inside you, would probably let you enjoy the peak a little longer, but the other men have different ideas.

With your mind spinning, savoring the aftershocks of your orgasm with little uncontrollable twitches to your thighs, you lie heavy on Lord's body, neck bent and held in place by two strong hands as Sir continues to ram his cock deep into your throat. He's more hectic now, his breaths labored, before he suddenly growls loudly and pulls back, his spewing cock shooting thick ropes of cum all over your face and neck and chest, some landing on Lord's hands who hisses angrily in response.

Sir laughs cruelly, albeit slightly breathless, as he grips his length and forces it back into your open mouth, where it keeps throbbing and leaking more globs of hot spend onto your tongue until your cheeks are bulging. “Swallow,” he rumbles, and with his tip heavy between your lips, you press your tongue against it and try to swallow. It hurts, but you manage it, taking a deep inhale afterwards.

He pats your soiled cheek and pulls away, slapping his softening dick on your raw lips. “Good bunny,” he tells you, and you close your eyes, ignoring the humiliation and leaning into his praise.

Between your trembling legs, Master pulls out of you as well, and you feel something warm and sticky dripping down to your ass as your cunt clenches around nothing. You'd say you feel empty, but you still got that large dick in your ass. For a moment you and Lord just rest on the bed, his hands still heavy on your breasts, and even you can feel your rapid heartbeat pounding against his palm. You feel him inhaling deeply before he sits up slowly, one hand on your bulging stomach, the other closing around your throat.

“My turn, hm?” he hums deeply, making you shiver as he presses his mouth to your fluttering pulse. His pointy teeth tease against your skin, but he doesn't bite you. Instead he rubs his hand over your belly, shifting beneath you. You mewl softly, too tired to protest, and frankly, you don't want to. You feel strangely content like this, filled out, covered in cum with more cum leaking out of your pussy. Maybe he just wants you to cockwarm him now. You'll be okay with that. You can do that.

But the large vampire has something else in mind, and he reminds you of your role as their pet (slave) when he suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you off him, and you yelp in pain when his big cock slips from between your tight muscles, leaving you horribly empty. Though, luckily, somehow, he doesn't plan to keep you like that.

You are manhandled onto your hands and knees, limbs shaking from your previous exertions, and without waiting or easing you into it, he pushes his thick cock back into your gaping hole, sliding deep and deeper, and you groan loudly and arch your back when he fills you out completely.

Your knees give way, and you sink to the bed, and he follows quickly, sitting down on your thighs with his hands on your hips. You are even tighter like this, but he finds a place inside your small body, all of him. For a moment he just sits there, big and heavy, and you lie there, immobile, trying to catch your breath in your prone position. You shriek quietly when he leans over then and brushes his lips against your jaw.

“Mind if I take a little sip before we finish this?” he whispers, his deep voice just a low thrum in the air, making you and the bed shake. You can't even nod or shake your head, and he doesn't seem to wait for an answer anyway, when he slowly tilts his head, and you see, out of the corner of your eye, how he bares his teeth, pointy canines growing seemingly bigger, before they sink into your soft skin, a scream ripped from your throat. He hums against your neck, sucking and gulping down your blood, and while you feel cold and numb from the sensation, he starts moving his hips, slow at first, pulling back to slam down, little nudges against your tight muscles.

Your insides burn under the friction, while half of your body seems to lose all function as ice floods your veins. Your mind feels heavy, a strange kind of vertigo gripping you. A soft groan presses into your skin as Lord releases your neck, a warm sensation dripping down your throat before he laps it up with his hot tongue, his pelvis still slapping against your cushioned rear when his cock plunges deep into your tight depths.

Moans escape you as you start bouncing under his thrusts, that numbness from his bite settling in your limbs, making it somehow easier to breathe, like a fresh breeze through your body. Your hands grip at the sheets as he leans back and curls his large hands around your shoulders, before he really pounds down into you. Slap, slap, slap, as you whine and mewl and whimper, finally allowed to make noises without a cock in your throat. It's freeing, in a way, to let it all out, while your ass burns something awful.

His grunts fill your ears, the smack, smack, smack of his pelvis, the slurping noises of your muscles giving way to his large cock, your own squeaks whenever he bottoms out deep inside you, that bulge in your stomach pressing into the soft bed, it all filters through your hazy mind, adding to the heat gathering low in your body. One hand still on your shoulder, his other hand finds its way beneath you, rubbing at your denting belly before it slips lower, and you gasp and shudder when he rubs at your clit, his fingers pressing between your wet folds.

You almost choke on your own spit when he plunges two thick fingers into your clenching cunt, expertly pressing against your gummy walls, stroking his own cock through the thin membrane between your holes. It feels too good to comprehend, and you find yourself spiraling upwards, up and up, your head spinning, body tensing, before it catapults you right over the edge, and you come with a shrill shriek, gushing around his fingers, walls tensing around them, body spasming uncontrollably.

“She did it, boys,” Lord grunts hoarsely, keeping his fingers inside you, rubbing and massaging, forcing you towards yet another orgasm while holding the steady pace of his cock plunging in and out of your ass. Your eyes roll back, and you barely hear the other men replying to his comment as you cry out once more, more fluid spraying from your convulsing pussy.

“Aww, I wanted her to do that all over me,” one of them, probably Master, says.

��Plenty of time to make her do it again,” sighs the other, Sir, from a little further away. “She's yours now...”

“That she is...”

Their voices drone out as you keep climaxing from the strange stimulation, and you twitch even worse when Lord presses his thumb to your clit in addition to his fingers rubbing at your sensitive walls.

“Let us see?”

The words barely register, but then you are lifted up by your throat, pulled against a hard chest, your arms hanging down limply, head lolled back against Lord's shoulder, mouth agape, eyes hooded, and he shifts you onto his lap, still impaled by his big cock, his hand pressed between your twitching thighs. He rubs harder, circles your sensitive nub, pistons his lengthy girth deep into your ass, and you wail and squirm in his hold, but you can't stop yet another wave of pleasure as it crashes over you. Your pelvis pumps, and the plunging of his fingers sounds obscenely wet now.

“Ooh, what a squirter, I'm impressed,” Master's voice reaches your ear. “What a good little bunny. Gotta keep you plenty hydrated, hm?”

You groan in response, collapsing after the continuous strain on your small body. The hand between your legs pulls back, wiping something warm and wet on your inner thigh, before the same hand finds your face, thick fingers pressing between your lips, and you accept them more or less willingly, tasting your own tangy musk. Your head is spinning even more, and as you lick meditatively around the digits in your mouth, Lord wraps an arm around your middle and accelerates his thrusts.

Muffled moans escape you as he pumps and pounds, slams and stabs, in and out, and then, at last, he gives you one final thrust, as deep as possible with his heavy balls slapping against your wet folds, and there he stills before filling your abused depths with load after load of his scorching seed. His hand presses on your stomach as he holds you, his hot breaths in your ear, his large body shuddering against yours.

His warmth is so filling, and you feel it bulging your belly even more. You are limp in his hold, drool dripping past his fingers in your mouth, your eyes closed, body finally coming down from whatever just happened. He rubs his fingertips over your tongue before he pulls his hand back, wipes it over your collar, moves it down, gropes one breast, then rests it on top of the other as he holds you against him, relaxing behind you.

Slowly you lift a hand and place it on his, and he quickly switches them to make you feel the throbbing bulge in your belly. You gasp softly at the sensation. “Too bad I can't fuck a real child into you, little bunny,” he huffs against your ear. You shudder at the vibrations of his voice, blinking at his words. “Maybe we should make the slaves fuck our pets, eh, boys? Make them fill them up in our stead until it sticks?”

“And what do we do with the newborns?” another voice rings through the room. “Eat them?”

Someone laughs darkly. “I'm certainly too young to be a father.”

“Will you ever be old enough?”

“Probably not. Where's the fun in that, huh?”

“Don't mind them, bunny,” Lord whispers softly, brushing his lips against your jaw. “I'd be a great Daddy. But unfortunately, you are not mine... and it's not my decision what happens to you.”

You turn your head to him, blinking your eyes into focus. He looks genuinely sad for a moment, before he notices your gaze and smiles at you, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. You squirm a little, feeling your lips twitch.

“Aren't you the cutest...” he coos, kissing the corner of your mouth.

The gentle moment ends abruptly when he exhales loudly and pushes you back into the bed, stomach first, then dislodges from you with a fast pull of his hips, and you cry out at the sudden loss, your hole gaping, his seed leaking from you in thick globs. He slaps your soft ass cheeks, each one at least twice, and you feel your muscles clenching every time. His finger is back at your hole, pushing his spend back in.

“Clench for me, bunny,” he tells you, and you try, pulling his warm cum back in. He spanks you a few more times until your skin is tight and burning and he's content that your hole is puckered shut again. After that he rubs the irritated skin gently. “Good pet. Well done.”

With that Lord leaves you lying on the bed, spent and exhausted, muscles sore and burning. Voices sound from far away, but you're too tired to make out what they're saying. Doesn't matter anyway. Any rational thought has left your clouded head, you are just a body now, molded to the desires of these strange men. A blood bag for them to drink from, a hole to fill with their creamy seed. A pet to play with.

“Come on, little bunny,” rings a closer voice after a while, and you feel yourself being lifted off the bed and onto the ground. You are manhandled into a crouching position, sitting on your haunches, your hands flat on the soft rug beneath you. “How do you feel, hm? Properly used and stuffed?” You blink at Master from under your lashes. “Can you still hop for me?”

His question confuses you, but then you find yourself jerking forward, in a strange little jump, and his laughter echoes through the room. He pats the back of your head.

“Good bunny, come on then, let's get you cleaned up.”

He walks beside you as you follow him in a weird little crawl-hop, your brain wired to please him, your blood pumping in your veins in response to his presence, and if it makes him happy to see you behave like the bunny he always calls you, then you'll be that bunny for him.

This is your life now.

Thank you for reading!

By the way, the Sir depicted in this story has absolutely nothing to do with Sir from my original story INFATUATED. I just suck at finding fitting titles. (Could have named Lord Daddy from the get-go, but oh well.)

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arxiwon · 3 months ago

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omg could you pleaseee write a longer scenario/blurb version of “What Vampire!Enhypen Would Do If Their Girlfriend Was Dying” for ni-ki… i think he’s actually mentioned in an interview or live or something before that he would just bite right away to make the other person immortal🙈 a bit angsty with a happy ending?🥹

Mine, Forever

Read OT7 here

Pairing: Vampire!Ni-ki × Dying!Reader

Genre: Angst, Supernatural, Romance, Slight Horror, Happy Ending

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Near Death Experience, Turning into a Vampire, Slight Possessiveness, Emotional Intensity

Synopsis: A single moment changes everything. When Ni-ki finds you bleeding out, his world stops. Faced with losing you forever, he makes a choice—one that binds you to him for eternity. But will you embrace the darkness, or resent the monster who saved you?

The stench of blood fills the air, thick and suffocating.

Ni-ki’s heart pounds as he follows the scent, dread twisting his stomach. He’s smelled your blood before—tiny cuts, little scratches—but never like this. This is wrong. This is too much.

Then he sees you.

Crimson stains your clothes, your body lying motionless on the cold pavement.

"No."

The word barely escapes his lips as he flashes to your side, falling to his knees. His hands press against your wound, desperate, shaking. The warmth of your blood seeps through his fingers.

"Y/N, look at me."

Your eyes flutter open, dull and unfocused. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a weak, broken breath. His whole world cracks.

He can hear your heartbeat. Faint. Slowing.

You're dying.

"No, no, no—stay with me, dammit!" His voice is raw, frantic. He could have saved you. He should have been there. But he wasn’t.

A hollow, crushing realization settles in his chest.

He won't lose you.

He can't.

"I won’t let you die."

The words tremble from his lips, and before he can second-guess himself, his fangs pierce your skin.

The moment your blood touches his tongue, something inside him snaps. You’ve always smelled intoxicating, but now—you taste like everything.

He forces himself to stop before he loses control, before he drains too much. But he’s already given you what you need: his venom, seeping into your bloodstream, pulling you back from the edge of death.

Your body spasms violently in his arms. Pain wracks through you, burning you from the inside out. You scream, clutching onto him as if he’s the only thing tethering you to this world.

"Shh… I’ve got you." His voice is a desperate whisper, his hands stroking your hair, cradling you as your human life slips away.

Then—silence.

Your heart stops.

His breath catches.

For the first time in centuries, Ni-ki is afraid.

The world is still.

Then—

Your eyes snap open.

They glow unnaturally, a deep, haunting shade. Your breathing is sharp, ragged. You sit up, your movements too fast, too unnatural.

Your senses are heightened. You can hear everything—the rustling of leaves, the distant heartbeat of a terrified bird, the blood rushing through Ni-ki’s veins.

Hunger. Hunger.

A shuddering gasp leaves your lips. Your body feels powerful and wrong at the same time.

Ni-ki watches you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his lips curl into a smirk.

"Welcome back, sweetheart."

Your gaze snaps to his, and suddenly, you feel it. The overwhelming, unrelenting pull toward him. The one who turned you. The one who owns you now.

Your master.

Your mate.

His fingers tilt your chin up, his thumb brushing your bottom lip, lingering. His touch is different now—possessive, intense. Knowing.

"You're mine now."

Your breath hitches. Your body reacts before your mind can catch up, drawn to him in a way that is instinctive, primal.

Ni-ki’s voice is soft, but laced with something dark. Something final.

"Mine… forever."

END.

Part 2

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blackbirdie1234 · 1 year ago

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Hey!! I love your fic's so much!

Can I request a Jacob x Fem!reader where they are friends but reader has a crush on Jacob. When he shifts he leaves and does what he did to Bella like ignoring her and Billy won't answer the door.

Mutual pinning but neither knows. He imprints on reader.

Thank you so much keep up the great writing :)

Also, I was wondering if you are going to be doing the vampires as well?

Hi!, Thank you so much for the request! I appreciate the kind words <3

I will be doing fanfics for the vampires as well! As of right now I only have the wolves, but I am planning on making a master list for the vamps and Bella. If you want to make a request for them I can definitely do that! I am planning on making a fic for Jasper soon!

A/N: Not proofread! I aged Jacob up a bit, you both are seventeen here. I didn't know exactly how to end this but I think I might do a spin-off series off of this fic so if you are interested in that let me know. Also, sorry for the late posting I am currently sick and going through it lmao. Hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: Jacob being an ass, cursing, angst, Y/N with a backbone.

Wolf’s Out Of The Bag

Jacob Black x Fem!reader

You were staring blankly down at your phone. Ten phone calls, ten phone calls sent to voicemail. Ten desperate, pleading voicemails. No callback, no text, nothing received. You snapped your phone closed and threw it down on the bed.

It had been two weeks since Jacob stormed off from your house after getting into a small disagreement, at least it started off that way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"It's nothing you need to worry about, Jacob," You grumbled with a slight roll of your eyes. Hoping he would drop the subject.

He was giving you an irritated look. You lightly pushed him with your shoulder giving him a small smile.

"I didn't think you'd care that much, it was one date and it's never happening again," you noted with a light-hearted laugh to ease the tension.

He turned to face you, irritation turning to anger. You could actually feel the heat radiating off of his body next to yours.

"Wow you must be really dumb, I mean how could you even think about going on a date with that pig. He's not good enough for you, but then again if you were desperate enough to give him a chance maybe I'm wrong" He barked getting more bitter with each word.

You look at him in shock.

"Why would you say that to me" You said not believing what you were hearing. "It's really none of your business who I go out with, you aren't my bodyguard, you don't have to 'protect' me. When did you get the right to decide who is 'good enough' for me? Huh? You're being a dick and I don't know why but it better change right now." You say sternly. He has never acted like this before and this sudden behavior change is not sitting well with you.

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Jacob left shortly after that. He had gotten so angry he was shaking, you can't even remember the words that were thrown after that. Now, he wasn't answering the phone. Billy said he came down with mono, you didn't know how much you believed it but decided to trust that Billy wouldn't lie to you.

Jacob was your best friend, you loved him a lot. You had never had such an intense fight, you never thought he would react the way he did. You only went on the stupid date to get Jacob out of your head, you thought that maybe you would get over Jacob if you found someone else to pay attention to. You were wrong, no one made you feel the way that Jacob did. Jacob made you feel at home, you couldn't explain why but it was like he was the person you were meant to be with. He was the one who understood you fully and would never judge you for anything you said or did. Until now......

You were deeply hurt by what Jacob said to you, and if he thought that you would get over it he was surely mistaken. He had never said anything more hurtful to you in your entire friendship. You had thought about just letting it go, letting life run its course even if it meant Jacob being out of your life, but you couldn't just sit and let him speak to you that way. You wanted answers. Sitting in your room waiting for him to call and explain was becoming too stressful. You sat there for hours overthinking and no matter what you were doing you were replaying the moment in your mind.

You must be going crazy. At least that's what you were trying to convince yourself after seeing Jacob cliff-jumping with Sam Uley and his gang. You had decided that you would go to La Push, and relax your body and mind on one of the only partly cloudy days in Forks. The skies were pretty clear but there was a storm coming soon, so you decided to do it now. Never in your life did you think you would see what you were seeing now. Are you fucking serious? was all you could think as you drove your car straight to Billy Black's house. You wanted to make sure it was really Jacob, so you went to the man who had told you how 'serious' his condition was in the first place.

As you pulled into the driveway the clouds began covering the sky in a dark grey mass. You hopped out of the car and began walking to the front door, Billy had opened the door as soon as you stepped onto the wood. His face had a mix of concern and confusion as he noticed your agitated expression and the way your chest was slightly heaving from anger.

"Where is he" you say with a grumble.

"He's not here, he went out," He says seriously but looking down a bit not wanting to make eye contact. Billy didn't like lying to you and to your face it was even worse.

Just as you were about to speak you looked to the side and saw that far away down the hill, Jacob stood playfully nudging another man as a few more came out of the woods.

"Don't Y/N" Billy said in warning.

You started stomping down the hill, ignoring Billy's yells. Billy calling your name caught the attention of Jacob, as his face shifted from laughing to completely still. You continued to walk towards Jacob as the rain started, it quickly went from a drizzle to full pouring as you finally reached him.

To say you were fuming would be an understatement.

"What the actual fuck Jacob!" you say basically screaming at the shirtless man, who was now staring directly into your eyes with what looked like pure amazement but you ignored it the best you could, whatever love for him you felt in that moment may have been strong but you were too angry to care so you continued.

"So we have one fight and you ignore me for two weeks?! I called you ten times, ten times Jacob. You couldn't bother picking up the phone at least once, you could've told me you didn't want to be friends but no! You had your daddy lie to me" You say with an angry laugh.

"I thought you were sick Jacob! Too sick to pick up the damn phone and text me! Come to find out you were just having too much fun cliff jumping with the guys we used to make fun of! You know what you can have them, If you want to throw away seventeen years of friendship then be my guest." You say finally taking a breath.

The weight off of your chest feels amazing, but as you finish Jacob falls to his knees. The boys behind him look between you two with pure shock on their faces before they start laughing and smiling. You look up at them shocked and confused thinking they were making fun of you. They start walking away but not before patting Jake on the back. Sam leans down and whispers something to him as he sits there still on his knees staring at you.

"Do you even care about a word I just said to you? You know what never mind if you think this is a joke I might as well leave," You say turning around and starting to walk away.

Jacob suddenly found his voice as he quickly got to his feet and stumbled trying to reach you.

"WAIT! Wait, wait, Y/N please hold on!" He spoke hurriedly. Grasping for your hand and pulling you around. Hand now resting on your waist.

"I am so, so sorry. Please let me explain everything, I promise I won't lie to you anymore. I can explain everything now, just come inside and dry off." He said pleadingly, trying his best to get you to listen to him.

You thought for a moment, you didn't trust him at all but the way he was speaking you knew he was telling the truth to some extent. It was hard for him to lie to you, you know how Jacob works, you know the subtle mannerisms he has when he's not telling the truth. Considering all of this you finally speak.

"Fine, but if things don't add up or I find out you are still lying, I am gone," You say sternly, pulling his hands away from you and walking up the hill.

When you get to the house, Jacob gives you warm tea and a blanket which you take from him without a word. He comes over and sits across from you. He almost reaches for your hand but stops himself.

"The day that I left your house, something changed, I changed...." He claimed, looking at your reaction with a hint of fear but continued "This is going to sound crazy, but you have to believe me on this..... I am a werewolf"

You stared at him for a moment before throwing the blanket off and standing up, Jacob followed suit immediately. You threw him a glare before starting to walk out.

"No, No, Y/N wait!" he shouted after you, reaching out and grabbing your hand. "I am telling the truth let me show you" He spoke as he continued outside your hand still in his.

" I swear Jacob if this is a pra....."

You went dead silent as he began taking his boots, and then his shorts off. Now standing in just his underwear. He gave you a curt nod and then started bending and shaking profusely. You could barely blink before your best friend stood in front of you only he wasn't human anymore, he was a massive wolf.

You jumped back a bit as the wolf started coming towards you, noticing your fear he slowly laid down on the ground and gave out a small whine to signal he would not hurt you. You were in complete shock, how was this possible? Everything you ever heard about the stories of the Quileute tribe growing up was true, and your best friend was living proof. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, but they were silenced by the wolf standing up and trotting to the back of the house. Jacob then emerged in different clothes than before.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't tell you Y/N" Jacob expressed, grabbing your hands hesitantly until you leaned into the touch slightly.

"Why couldn't you tell me, you know I would never judge you, nor would I ever tell anyone " You pressed before giving him a confused stare "Wait why are you telling me now?"

He looked at you a gave you a crooked smile.

"It's one of the rules that came with the gig" He laughs a bit before pulling you a bit closer. "The reason I can tell you now is because you are my soulmate," He says beaming down at you.

You stare up at him with a bewildered expression.

"I'm your what?" you say breathing out.

"You are my imprint, Y/N. It's a wolf's soulmate, it is the reason for their existence, you feel like it isn't gravity holding you to the ground anymore, it's them. You can be anything the imprint wants you to be, a friend, a protector, a lover, all that matters is that the two are connected. Like vines on trees overlapping each other both on the same path, interlocked." He pauses, putting his hand on your face and caressing your cheek gently.

"I know this might be overwhelming and a lot to handle. I really want you to know how deeply sorry I am for everything that I said. I'm not going to sit here and blame it all on the wolf because it wasn't, I was jealous. I was jealous that you went on that date with someone that wasn't me and I didn't mean a word that I said about you. I'm going to be fully honest with you from now on, starting with the fact that I have been in love with you since the second grade. I know that trusting me will take time, but I am willing to do whatever it takes to earn it back. I understand that I have hurt you, so it might take a very long time but I will always be there for you. Everything is up to you, I understand if you want to reject the connection. The connection can be anything you want it to be, but I really truly do not want to lose you and the past two weeks without you have been hell on earth for me. I'm just really sorry Y/N." He pleads letting go of your hands and allowing you to process.

"I... I love you too Jacob. I have for a while now. I'm not going to forgive you easily but I am glad you understand how much you have hurt me. I am willing to give this a shot, mainly because I can feel the connection and would be an idiot if I said that I didn't." You laugh a bit as he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face.

"But if you ever say or do that to me again I will put you in a dog house and leave you there," You say with an evil smile laughing at the way his face drops before he joins in.

You two get out of the rain and drive separately to Emily's house where you meet the pack and they explain in much more detail what being a wolf really entails. You and Emily become quick friends, and as the days go on you slowly fall into a routine that is pure chaos but you wouldn't have it any other way. You and Jacob work on your relationship, slowly building back trust and falling deeper and deeper into love with each other. You have fully accepted your place in a world filled with wolves and life seems to be going great, that is until they tell you exactly why they turn into the big ferocious beasts....... there are vampires in Forks.

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