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Oh, and idk why, but the links in your masterlist didn't work at all. Is it just me?

they aren't for me either 😭😭😭 I was hoping it was just a me problem. I'll get it sorted when I even know what to look for, it keeps telling me the links aren't secure and I have no clue what that means. on the other hand, you can absolutely search a character on my blog and the fics should pop up like that and if not please tell me and I can reblog a few to the top of my page. i hate tumblr fr

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hello! I'm back and motivated to write, please send me ideas or thoughts about these subjects if you are interested in them 🥺🫶 you can also definitely ask if I'll write other stuff

💚call of duty MW2

🤍sleep token 🩸 (in a fictional sense, not the real band members please)

🖤the lost boys 1987 🦇(of age characters only)

❤️slashers 🔪🔪🔪 (Michael Myers, Ghostface, Brahms Heelshire (maybe more, feel free to ask!))

💙supernatural 😈(pre season 5)

🩶twilight 🐺 (select characters, feel free to ask)

random characters that I also love

♡Dracula (1992)

♡Mr. Darcy (p&p 2005)

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𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖊

{Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Summary: An accidental bite leads to you discovering a new kink—after all, what's the point of having vampire boyfriends if they won't bite you? | Commission by @worstghost

Warnings: SMUT!!, blood kink, blood play, biting kink, polyamorous relationship, F/M/M/M/M, group sex, vampire/human relationship, kink discovery, established relationship (new), fem!reader, reader finger paints her boobies with blood and the boys join in, one use of the word 'slut,' mentions of public sex, mentions of orgasm conditioning, repeated orgasms, overstimulation, blowjobs, handjobs, vaginal sex, shy!reader, implied dumbification, masochist!reader, sadism & masochism, pain play, verbal teasing, light degradation. profanity, low-key Dom/sub dynamics, cunnilingus

A/N: Thank you for the commission! I had a lot of fun working with you 💕 My emergency commissions are still open, you can private message me if you have any questions!

Frenzied kisses and wandering hands force you deeper into the couch cushions. Paul's thighs squeeze your hips as he ruts his half-hard cock against you. He's crazed, and you? You're eager. Eager to keep up, eager to please your insatiable vampire boyfriend. You drag your shirt over your chest, revealing the cute, lacy bra you wore, knowing you were getting laid tonight.

It's a perfect night, and you would have sunk into Paul's touch had Dwayne's voice not broken the spell.

"You gotta be careful with her tonight, man." 

Paul stops kissing you long enough to shuck off your shirt, but you're still too hazy to make heads or tails of Dwayne's comment. "Huh?"

Marko takes the chance to steal your mouth for himself, and you're quickly distracted by his tongue and forget your other boyfriend's comment. 

"Fuck, baby," Paul whines. He kneads your chest, admiring the way the lace clings to them. "Tits so pretty I have to taste 'em."

Marko slips his hand into your panties as Paul latches on to your neck—sucking until he's branded you with a hickey. You whimper into Marko's mouth; your hips arch off the couch. 

You can't deny the thrill that races through you when they kiss your neck. You never thought it was sensitive before—not to this extent, but they brought it out in you.

(Maybe it's because they're vampires, or maybe you're easily aroused when you have four sexy men on you at once.)

Four …

"David," you call out.

"David's here," Marko says. "He's just being a buzzkill. Doesn't want in on all the fun."

Paul nips your throat, and you moan.

"Paul," Dwayne warns.

Paul doesn't stop, though. "'M not doing nothin'."

"He's not doin' nothin'," Marko echoes. He pulls away to get a good look at you and presses two fingers against where you need it most. "I can't wait to fuck your mouth, babe."

That makes you blush. "Marko—!"

He swallows your protest with a kiss as he circles your clit.

Should you be concerned?

No—Dwayne is as breathless as the others. He's probably feeling neglected since Marko and Paul have hijacked your attention.

You slip your hand toward Dwayne's, lacing your fingers together with his as Marko teases your sex. You're dragged into the undertow of pleasure. You buck into Marko's hand, so desperate for release that you cry.

Paul groans, dragging his teeth down your neck, "Can't take it. She smells so good."

And then—

—Paul bites you.

Teeth tear into your throat, sharp and deep; your mouth opens in a silent scream. 

It's over as soon as it starts. Paul is gone. All of your boys are gone. You're left alone, shaking, gasping, head reeling from what just happened. When you finally get your wits about you, you prop yourself up. 

David shoves Paul against the wall, snarling. 

Paul's face is different. His baby blue eyes are yellow; his chin is stained with blood. He looks like a beast, but you're not afraid.

"It was an accident," Paul stammers. "I didn't mean to."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" David shoves him harder. "You could've killed her!"

Your head feels stuffed with cotton, which might explain why you couldn't immediately put two and two together. Something tickles your skin, and you look down, watching rivulets of blood trickle down the valley of your breasts. 

"I could rip your throat out for this," David hisses.

You smear the blood with your fingers, spreading it over your skin as you reach for the puncture wounds. You moan.

"You bit me…"

All heads snap toward you. You can practically hear their confusion, that simultaneous, huh? shouted through their bond.

They've never done that before. You thought they weren't interested or that your blood wasn't appetizing enough to tempt them. 

You press your fingers against the wound and moan again, smearing the blood down your chest. That feeling when Paul bit you wasn't pain—not the way pain should feel. Instead, it was like lightning. It shot straight to your cut, yanking that coil of need so tight that it snapped.

Your cheeks burn with equal parts embarrassment and awe as you realize the truth. "You bit me and I came."

You're mortified, and yet, you've never been more aroused.

Paul bit you.

He bit you. 

And you liked it.

Paul swallows hard, looking less monstrous than before. "I didn't… mean to?"

"... It's okay …"

"It's not 'okay,'" David says, his voice tight. "None of us have fed tonight."

His implication should have frightened you, but it fails miserably.

Your boys are hungry, and they're craving you. That's nearly as arousing as getting bit. You squeeze your thighs together, shyly glancing between the four of them before staring at the floor. 

"If you want to drink a little more ..." You trail off, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. "I wouldn't mind."

Dwayne says your name, but he's hanging on by a thread. His warm brown eyes shifted to that bestial yellow; it wouldn't take much for him to change completely. 

"Do you even know what you're asking for?" David prods.

You squirm under his gaze. "I do." David narrows his eyes. You know he needs a direct answer, or he'll keep going in circles. "What's the point of having vampire boyfriends if they're not gonna bite me?"

The boys eye each other, engaging in a silent conversation that you're not privy to. David clenches his jaw. 

You haven't been together long, but it doesn't matter. "I trust you."

They watch David, waiting for him to make up his mind. 

David steps forward.

He kneels, scrutinizing you like he thinks you're lying. He looks for that flicker of fear so he can say I told you so and kick you out. His overprotectiveness makes you feel all fuzzy inside. They care too much for your safety, and that's how you know you want this more than anything. 

"Bite me," you beg, "please." You press your bloodstained fingers to his lips. "Drink my blood."

You must have said something right because there's a palpable shift in the air. David blinks, and his blue eyes bleed yellow as he wraps his pretty pink lips around your digits. He wraps a hand around your wrist and forces your fingers deeper into his hungry maw.

The others descend on you silently, eager to claim their place near you. Hands strip you from your jeans and wander below your underwear, playing with your body like it was theirs to toy with.

"You want David to bite you, babe?" Marko teases, nipping the skin behind your ear.

"Yes." You fluster as David drags his tongue between the valley of your fingers, and you can't help but imagine how it would feel elsewhere. He doesn't break eye contact for one second. "I want all of you to."

"All of us?" Dwayne echoes smugly.

"I do." Fuck, you wish your voice were stronger, but how can you think straight when they're touching you like this? "Please."

David turns your wrist over and sinks his teeth into your paper-thin flesh. You drop your head against Paul's chest, gasping. It hurts in the most delicious way possible. That exquisite agony shoots directly to your sex; your pussy gushes. Your panties have to be drenched, the delicate lace ruined by your stupid, masochistic yearning.

David laps at the wound he created, gulping down your blood like he's starving.

"Fuck, you really do like this," Paul moans. "Baby, you're perfect."

"Thank him for biting you," Marko says.

"Thank you!" You smile, eyes glazed over from the intensity of everything. "I-I need more."

Paul drags his tongue between your tits to his mark on your neck, cleaning the mess he created. The wound is sensitive. Every time his tongue moves through the ragged edges, your pussy clenches, and you're all too aware of how empty you are without something to fill you.

Dwayne pulls you sideways, taking advantage of your exposed lower half to kiss and suck your thighs. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin just below your apex before sinking in. This time, you scream. You can't help it. Stars explode before your eyes, but you don't know if it's from pleasure or blood loss. You don't care, either.

A hand moves toward your cunt and strokes you through your ruined panties. 

"Look at you," David croons. "You're soaked. You weren't lying about how much you liked this."

Marko snickers, pulling your breast out of the bra. "Someone's a little fang slut."

Tears of pleasure leak down your cheeks, and you laugh. "It feels so good."

You babble, pleading for more, and they give it to you. David tears your underwear off, spreading your pussy with two fingers for Dwayne to ravage your needy hole with his tongue. He licks your puffy clit, prying pleasure out of you like shards of broken glass. The blood loss heightens the sloppy, wet ministrations.

"Oh my—oh my god!"

You can't squirm away; his grip is like iron. David won't let you move, either. He forces your hips down, ensuring you feel every second of Dwayne's glorious torture. 

Dwayne abandons your clit in favor of tongue-fucking your cunt, but David refuses to leave it neglected. His thumb circles the nub, slipping under the hood so he can tease your nerves directly. 

"Don't stop," you stammer. "Please, I need it—!"

Marko gives you no warning before he bites just above the swell of your breast. It wrecks you. You've never come so hard in your life—the combination of Dwayne's tongue and Marko's fangs hurled you over the edge without warning.  

"You're so fucking hot," Marko groans. He spreads the blood with his fingers and licks it off before pressing on the wound once more and starting all over again. "I bet we can train you to come on command."

"Do it," you beg.

"Just think of it." David unbuckles his belt, and you rush to help him. He relinquishes an ounce of control, allowing you to wrap your hand around his throbbing cock. "We'll just graze our teeth against you, and your pussy will be drenched."

"I'd do it in public," adds Paul. "And watch her try not to come in front of all those people."

Shit. If you were a little braver or just a little drunker on overstimulation, you might have the strength to voice how appealing their sadistic proposal is. The mere idea of being unable to stop them from giving you an orgasm from a single bite sends shivers down your spine. You're already helpless compared to them as a human, but this? This would make you pathetic: a vampire's plaything.

You want it all and more. 

You stroke David faster. His eyes roll back and lips part as he swears softly. His bloodstained fangs wink at you, taunting you with the boys' lurid fantasies. 

Marko straddles your chest, his leaky cock inches from your nose. Your mouth water. You start to surge forward, but Dwayne yanks your hips off the couch and into the air, leaving you to balance most of your weight on your shoulders. 

Marko takes advantage of your open, gasping mouth and thrusts inside; Dwayne splits your pussy open simultaneously. They stuff you at both ends, demolishing that gnawing hollowness inside your body. 

You don't have the mental capacity to think, only moan. Every thrust from Dwayne makes you choke on Marko; Paul ruts against your free hand, maneuvering it into his pants so you can stroke him and David in tandem. You can already tell that Paul won't last long, but he'll be ready for round two by the time the others finish.

"Why don't we start training you now, hmm?" Marko fucks your throat harder, building a brutal pace that Dwayne matched, thrust for thrust. 

You can picture it—your limp body, covered in your blood and their semen, still shaking from the overstimulation; barely human, and utterly theirs. 

Marko pulls out just long enough for you to give your answer:

"Bite me."

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when albert camus said “the sea; i didnt lose myself in it. i found myself in it” and when sylvia plath said “if i lived by the sea i would never be really sad” and when hozier said “love, when the sea rises to meet us” and when an anonymous writer said “and yet my heart wanders away, my soul roams with the sea” and when homer said “I’d rather die at sea”

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saw a dad's best friend! König post and went to click on it and my entire tumblr refreshed and I can't find it again my day is ruined /:

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no one cares but I have to vent lmao I just spent the last hour or so reading a 15 chapter fanfiction only for the end to piss me off so bad I closed the whole website and went to take a walk I: it literally ruined everything I had read before and man am I tired lol

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an unfinished thought inspired by this ask, I fr think (inhuman) vessel would drink your blood if you let him also vaguely inspired by the song Christian woman by type o negative lol

Before him beg to serve or please, on your back or knees

Vessel brings you to his hotel room to worship

cw: blood again, nsfw, dirty talk lol

'On your knees...' he'd whisper, running his fingers through your hair as he slides down your throat, tilting your chin up and admiring the way your eyes gloss over with tears.

'I know you can take more than that, love, open up for me.' He hooks a still painted thumb in to your cheek, pulling your jaw down and thrusting in deeper.

You can hear the groan shake in his chest when he hits the back of your throat and you dig your nails in to his hips, silently asking him to let you breathe.

He does, eventually. Pulling all the way out and watching you gasp for air, drool drawing a line between your tongue and his cock.

He'd take you to the bed, biting bruises down your throat and chest, grinding against your thigh and doing whatever he can to make you whimper.

'The pain is part of the worship, love, you can't avoid it or you're not doing it right.' He had told you earlier.

Though now, seeing him spread the blood from his bites with his tongue across your collar bone and down further, you didn't really care if it hurt or not.

He draws a line in it with a finger, bringing it up to your mouth and slipping it between your lips.

You suck, a mix of blood and paint coating your tongue. You can tell it pleases him from the way he moans.

'Fucking divine...'

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working on a Sleep (the god/ess worshipped by the band Sleep Token) cosplay 🫣 I'm obsessed

if anyone would like to see the makeup tests when I do them lmk

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sleep token thoughts: tw for blood and something that could be interpreted as cannibalism lol

thinking about being devoured by vessel

you come to him, kneel before him, promise to worship him and Sleep with pleading tears in your eyes

and he accepts you

pulling you to the throne with him, kissing you until you think you'll suffocate, biting down your body, pulling your head apart until you're so fuzzy you can't think, you can't see, you can only feel

feel his hands across your body , touching, squeezing, scratching

kissing the tears away from your cheeks

kissing every bite mark as he goes, running his tongue along the indents to lick up the blood

he digs in to you, holding you as you go limp across his lap, praising you for your sacrifice

sacrifice

sacrifice

you don't have the energy to be scared when you finally understand what's coming

this is the way to worship, he assures you

promises that you'll have something much better than mortal life when he's done

you feel hands all over your body, seeing double, triple masks approach you , groping, licking, biting

it's bliss, it's worship

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would you guys still like me if I wrote about sleep token 👉👈

I've been listening to take me back to eden nonstop today and I'm feeling things

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get a room ❔ (vid found by @montmartrasse)

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Sketches with beautiful Sleep Tokens. I drew while watching a recording of their concert. (I draw too many things...)

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what do you think he told him? 👀 (source)

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STOP I literally love those two extremes of him!!! I started out with really really loving the soft!konig (I still do, esp soft!doms have my heart tbh) but then I discovered some very amazing stories on here which are very much on the darker side and I was like 😨👀, this better not awaken anything in me (plot twist: it did. Several of things🥴)

But whichever flavour it is, there has to be some serious pining, an underlying and intense feeling of possessiveness and that ride or die mentality. I think that even in his softest version, this man wouldn’t shy away from killing for you and feeling justified to do so because to him, you are the world and he will not let anything get in the way of you being his.

Okay you got me, let's talk about creepy obsessive König. I restarted this a hundred times because I couldn't decide how far to go with it hmmm. This is messy because I have too many thoughts to put here but I'll definitely be making a second post about it lol. I love weird pervy König so much tho

♡König walks you to your barracks room every night, telling you it's just polite, he's just being kind, and it's not like you know any better to argue. He's practically your shadow.

♡He loves to quietly slip into your room behind you before you can close the door and you decide you don't really mind it. The first time you were embarrassed to let him see so much of your personal space, but it happens so often now you're not too worried.

♡You tell him to make himself comfortable and he squeezes on to your dingy roller chair by the desk, ignoring the groans it makes under his weight.

♡He watches you go around the room, cleaning up and pretending like you're not always this messy. It's so cute to him. He sees your room even when you're not there, he knows what it looks like.

♡You apologize and tell him you need a shower badly, it was a busy day training with 141 and you're gross.

♡His knuckles dig in to the arm rests at the mention of your teammates, but he quickly recovers, shooing you away to the shower.

♡König loves being alone in your room, getting to dig through your things and drawers. Picking out bits and pieces from your dirty laundry. It's not creepy, as far as he's concerned you put your favorite pair of panties on top just for him.

♡He's sure that most of the things you do are for him actually. The shy smiles, the embarrassment when he catches you off guard. It's all just to make you more endearing to him, you're playing the same game he is.

♡And when you peek out of the attached bathroom in your towel and ask him to turn around so you can change, he does so. Subtly angling the cosmetic mirror on your desk to see behind him, watching to see what you pick to wear to bed that night.

♡Oh those are some small shorts. No underwear? You're just teasing him now.

♡You'll go and sit on the bed and comb your hair out, asking him about his day. How sweet of you.

♡He'll fidget with the panties in his pocket and tell you to go first, he wants to hear how your training went. Whether or not he needs to have a problem with your Lieutenant if he pushed you too far.

♡The conversation dwindles and he just watches you, eyes moving between your lips, your legs, seeing how you blush under his hungry stare. He can smell your shampoo, your sweet brown sugar body wash.

♡He likes it a lot really, but he loves when youre finishing a gym session or your nightly run and he gets to see you disheveled, sweating and huffing to catch your breath. It drives him crazy, gives him so much to think about at night.

♡He's just waiting for you to make the move. He knows he makes you squirm, makes you nervous and jittery. All he needs is for you to do something about it and then you're his.

♡Until then he's more than happy to be your kind and shy friend, the one you invite to your room every night, the one you don't question when things go missing. The one who makes sure no one else comes near you.

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Gaz: why are you two holding hands?

Ghost: studies show it relieves stress.

Gaz: oh, okay. I thought maybe you guys were dating or something.

Soap: We are. We're also really stressed.

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Re:Konig thoughts: there’s this part in his bio??? I think, about how he is so terribly frightening, that during a hostage rescue mission, where he managed to single-handedly neutralise all terrorsts, the hostages were so afraid of him that they needed convincing he was one of the good guys and he had to call for back up 💀 I think that was basically the gist of it… and I’ve had this brainrot ever since, that that’s how he meets his s/o; she was a hostage he rescued and it was scream bloody murder at first sight 😭💕 because imagine this behemoth of a man who just offed a horde of the worst men you’ve met and who has been holding you captive for the better part of God knows how long, try to “save” you. Dude was probably barking orders (in half English half German too😭) at the poor hostages, all twitchy and drenched in blood and still high af on the adrenaline from the killing spree, and the hostages were probaly like pls we want the terrorsts back this guy is next level insane 😭 I can imagine him really fancying the cute interpreter girl/data analist who was caught up in this whole ordeal, and literally not knowing how to approach further bc a) he isn’t the when it comes to social interactions and cues and just being casual in a social setting and b) it takes a long long time for reader to warm up to this giant bc sometimes she still wakes up from nightmares and the sound of bones being crushed and the screams of her captors he had so effortlessly killed seem almost real again. But she discovers that he’s also very thoughtful, caring even, in a peculiar sort of way. Eerie blue eyes always following her, attent and listening to whatever she says. You make an off hand remark about a particular brand of tea from home that you’re missing? Expect to find a box filled with it and in front of your door the next week. No note, no nothing. He’s the embodiment of the weird stray cat who leaves an assortment of wares on your porch to show his gratitude: dead mice, leaves and the occasional piece of yarn💕😭.

(I am the same anon who loves your ghost training drabble btw, excuse me for living inside the walls of your ask box I kinda love it in here 🥴)

No please stick around, I need someone to talk to about König lmao

I went off on a rant about how I imagine König is when he's infatuated with someone but it completely derailed your ask so I'm gonna save it for a separate post lmao

I'm so half and half on him. I personally love the idea of creepy spooky König who forms an obsession over you and is really really weird about it

But I also love soft König and I agree he would love from a distance until you approach him, he would do the little things, help you let your guard down. The second you're comfortable enough to talk to him on your own he's like 😍😍😍 heart eyes totally in love

You're his now, no questions. He follows you around and dotes on you like you're the only thing in the world that matters to him (you are lol). The fact that you no longer fear him warms him up and he just can't let you go now so don't try it lmao