#I personally would want to drink more drink with prey than eat food but that’s my preference!!

[nombitenary]

vore scenario: pred sneaks prey into the movie theater and buries them in soda and popcorn, then gets so into the movie that they forget to let them out. they leave the theater wondering how they got so fat..

Oghhhh… I love that in like a g/t style of scenario.

The pred has every intention of letting their tiny prey out, but has a few sips of soda to tease them, and the popcorn smells so good that they just have to have a few bites. All while the prey is at first just. Annoyed. Listening to their pred friend’s muffled but eager gulps from above and cringing as they’re showered in more of the pred’s snacks. They kick one of the walls and say that they better let them out before the previews are over and in response to their movement, they’re treated to the stomach around them contracting a little and a soft hiccup from above them.

It’s only when the pred’s stomach starts to really gurgle that they start to worry, and they shove the walls as more and more of their space is taken— the series of muffled glrks and glucks from above only adding to the humiliation. They’re the same size as those mouthfuls being squeezed down, and they realize with a sinking feeling that the pred must have decided to keep them.

When they start struggling more, the pred doesn’t notice thanks to their lack of room. They can’t make any huge movements, and as the pred takes another slow gulp of their drink, they smile at the thought of their prey stuck so deep inside their belly. Gently, they rub at their middle and coax up another soft hiccup as their guts get to work— slightly overstuffed and heavy feeling— before settling in to watch the movie as their body massages their meal deeper, deeper…

Maybe the prey is indigestible. Stuck feeling the popcorn around them mix into the sludge of fountain soda and acid that fizzles around them, causing the stale air to make their lungs tingle as they inhale. There’s hardly space for them in the bottom of the stomach, hardly air where they’re squashed under layers of soggy popcorn— though that becomes the least of their worries when a deep and rumbly grrrrrrgl shakes through them. With a slick squish, they’re slowly pushed down into the predator’s intestines… listening to the predator gulp down still more of their drink thanks to their stomach emptying out… all while the pred enjoys a movie, blissfully unaware of how far from their stomach the prey has gotten.

Oh well, they’d say when the movie’s over as they rub the weakly twitching lump in their middle, barely able to locate it in the slushy and gurgly mess. They suppose they’re going to have to keep you in there. Enjoy their belly. It certainly enjoyed you <3

[crevicedwelling]

hello! i am a relatively new user here on tumblr, less than a year, and i have heard a comment or two about a 'wasp discourse' that happened here, that wasps are much more nice than bees or something among those lines

this caught my curiosity as im writting a wasp based character whos just an ahole as i did it on what i knew abt them from general internet and im stuck on wether i should maaayybe change them up a bit

if its not too much to ask do you happen to know a bit abt this discourse? or have a link to it? or if not to the discourse itself some other link that elaborates abt the same topic? perhaps even someone else i can ask this?

thank you very much!

to start off, there are a lot of bees and wasps in this world and it is not easy to generalize about them. there are ~20,000 bee species, and the vast majority of these are solitary bees that nest in the ground, plant stems, or in holes in wood, and because they produce no honey or have a colony to guard, have no need to be defensive or aggressive towards humans (because “towards humans” seems to be what most people base this idea off of). colonial bees, like honeybees, are actually much more defensive than solitary ones; they have huge food stores and many defenseless larvae, hence their nasty stings (or bites, for the stingless bees) and swarm defense of their hives.

bees, however, are just a family of wasps. their closest relatives are believed to be the crabronid wasps (example: cicada killers) and sphecid thread-waisted wasps (ex. mud daubers). these wasps, and most others, are also largely solitary, and hunting prey aside, don’t typically use their stings for anything other than personal defense. of the hundreds of thousands of wasps, most of them (75%) are not just solitary but also parasitoids that develop inside other insects. it’s hard to say “all wasps are assholes [to people]” when some 100,000 of them are tiny specks smaller than sesame seeds that nobody other than scientists notice.

two parasitoids: a braconid ~3mm long & something else ~0.3mm long

the wasps most people take issue with are vespids, since they like the same foods we do (sweets, meat) and have powerful stings to defend their nests. these include the social hornets, yellowjackets, and paper wasps, but many mason wasps and the like are solitary (and, you guessed it, want nothing to do with people). vespids are great predators of caterpillars, flies, and other pests that humans don’t like in addition to being pollinators.

a yellowjacket: Vespula squamosa

the usual anti-wasp, pro-bee sentiments go: wasps attack for no reason, don’t pollinate, don’t make honey, and are “assholes.” wasps do pollinate (most wasps, bees and ants don’t eat solid food, and therefore largely drink flower nectar; some plants are only pollinated by wasps).

some tropical wasps do actually make honey, though it’s not harvested by humans. it’s sort of silly to say that making honey is what makes bees “good” though—a very selfish mindset, and for example butterflies are well-liked by people despite not making any edible products for us.

wasps also attack only when provoked, either because you’re near a wasp nest or when you lean on one accidentally. they are defending their baby sisters and themselves, same as bees would. at least in the US, I think the reason that wasps are so hated is that we have many species of paper wasp and yellowjacket that are willing to nest on or under houses, while the (invasive) honeybees prefer trees or are kept by beekeepers in artificial hives, so it’s just more likely you’ll run into problems with wasps than bees.

tl;dr:

wasps and bees are neither “nice” nor “mean.”

bees are mostly loners that don’t bother people. colonial bees will sting to defend their nests or themselves from predators. most bees are pollinators, who gather pollen to feed their larvae. a few species make honey that humans harvest.

wasps are mostly loners that don’t bother people. colonial wasps will sting to defend their nests or themselves from predators. most wasps are pollinators, and most hunt or parasitize other insects to feed their larvae.

[muffinsin]

hi!!! I have a request for you!!! could we get some general headcanons for how the sisters adjust to having a human s/o? like what are some quirks they've had to get used to/what do they find odd about the things humans do now that they live with one!

thank you!!

Hi, hon! :) Awhh, absolutely! :)

Let’s get into it🙌🥳

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Bela

Out of all the three sisters, Bela is the most understanding of you and human nature

She’s wiser than most, using her immortality and spare time to educate herself on many matters that pick her interest

One of them, the human body

Where her sisters struggle, she often excels, or at the very least performs slightly better

She has more information on humans than them, and especially cares to learn more about them

She knows how to treat the staff and even picks up a little regarding their wants and needs

She knows humans are- naturally- more fragile

There’s so many things to harm them, blades and weapons, catastrophes and fire, even the cold, too

They prove easy to bruise, their poor little bones breaking as easily as toothpicks under her touch

She would never want this to be your fate, though

In her time, she has learned to adapt, thankfully long before even meeting you

Out of her sisters, she’s best at controlling her strength, which she proves on a daily

She’s especially careful around you

You know, Bela would never want to harm you, and she never would

She also has the biggest knowledge on humans out of her sisters, ranging not only from their fragile nature, but their appetites, too

That being said, she isn’t always keeping it in mind

After all, it’s been so long, decades of only being with her sisters and mother

Decades of sharing their prey, corpses and animals, the meat often and usually raw, even

As such, it’s up to you to keep an eye out occasionally, as she will sometimes mindlessly offer you a glass of blood or blood wine or a plate of raw meat

She doesn’t mean anything bad by it, and of course would never want you to eat or drink it

That doesn’t mean she isn’t forgetful, too used to being around her sisters and mother only

If you want to prevent eating any of that and spending a good hour puking it back up, you should check the food and drinks she offers you and ask her what it is

Still, she will always hold you and apologise with a flushed face when she forgets about your diet

This was especially a problem in the beginning, but as time goes on, Bela becomes better at reminding herself of your limits when feeding you

She keeps a notebook of your favorite foods, often even seeing to it that you get those

Sometimes, she even agrees to try some

More importantly, she keeps a list of all food humans should not be eating, as well as notes on any allergies you might have and such

As such, food is not a problem in time

What truly caught Bela off guard, especially at the start, is your body temperature, though

While her own is nearly constantly cold, as is her skin, it came as a surprise when she first felt your touch

Of course, she realistically knows that others have warm bodies. Even Alcina’s body and touch is significantly warmer than Bela, Cassandra and Daniela’s

It still surprised her, though

As such, the first time you hold her hand she jumps and swarms wildly, completely caught off guard

The rest of the day you laid on top of her, letting her curl against you and use you as a personal heater

This, she still likes to do, especially in winter

She hates that she can’t quite produce warmth without help

You’re more than happy to keep her warm

Cassandra

In a way, humans are a lesser life form to her

Slower, destructive, treacherous, hardly durable

They’re prey

And she’s a predator

They’re playthings

A game to her, her pets kept in the basement, awaiting her arrival with dread

They make good puppets to test out her tools, good little things she can take her frustrations out on

As such, she usually doesn’t bother studying them too closely, nor even interacting with them

Medically speaking though, Cassandra knows plenty of humans

She is a skilled woman, after all

And as she loves to torture and explore one’s limits, she does have a vast knowledge of humans

Only medically speaking, though

Still, it comes in useful

Most fatal wounds, Cassandra can stitch for you

She knows your body well, knows its limits and how to fix your fatal wounds should you ever get in the situation of being wounded like this

A smaller wound, though…?

Well, she knows how to treat cuts

Bruises, not so much

She’s never bothered learning about that, butchering up her victims to the limit and stitching them back together, usually

Thankfully, due to this knowledge of hers, she’s not too surprised about how very easy it is for you to get hurt

That doesn’t mean she wasn’t surprised by parts of it, though

Such as how easy you are to bruise

Often, she needs to adjust her own strength, fearing she might hurt you

Her hands aren’t made for gentleness, she’s sure…

As such, you often experience feather light touches from her, too scared any firmness could mean a broken limb

You reassure her, it’s okay

She can’t quite allow herself to be too comfortable

She would never want to hurt you, despite her sadistic nature

Only in time does she find the balance to it, holding you tight but never too tight, never too light

Alas, this was only a part of what surprised her

No, her biggest shock comes in the form of your scent

Of course, the huntress is familiar with the scent of human

Maidens, or villagers or poor, lost little humans straying and getting lost in the forest, that is

Not the scent of you at random times throughout the day

At least once a day you find yourself pinned down upon entering her room, like an intruder at her territory

She doesn’t understand

Humans adapt new scents so very quickly, sadly

As such, you make it a point to build up a routine of sorts

The same shampoo and body wash. Either never using perfume, or always the exact same one

When you hug someone aside from Cassandra, you’re certain you will be tackled again

She feels bad for it, too

And still, relying on her somewhat feral instincts is in her nature

At least, in time, both of you can adapt to this

You even find it somewhat endearing, your girlfriend pouncing like a wolf when you come too close and are too out of sight for her to set her eyes on you

If only you didn’t bruise so easily, you’d surely find it more endearing

And lastly, your habits and limits

While being better at caring for a human than Daniela, Cassandra often forgets that you aren’t quite like her

As such, she’ll occasionally ask for you to bite at her neck, or bite at yours a tad too hard and cause bleeding that she’s fast to tend to

Usually with an adorably embarrassed facade, too

Something she often likes to forget are your physical limits

She likes to play with you, either chasing you or going hunting with you

During this, she forgets your stamina is nothing compared to hers

While she can play for hours, run and swarm excitedly, your limit is reached far faster

You’re often doubled over, fed cups of water by her after having been chased by her for hours

You don’t mind, though

She always takes excellent care of you after, keeping you hydrated and allowing you a seat by the warm and comfortable spot by the fireplace at her room

Daniela

With Daniela, you move fast

Yours hers quickly, as she is yours

You know, there have been many human lovers in the past, and you know of what became of them

Alas, Daniela holds no more thoughts of them

You’re her everything

Her soulmate

She’s sure of it

Despite this, she doesn’t know all that much about humans

And, if you knew how many of her past lovers died, you’d likely be rather concerned

Daniela’s biggest problem is that she doesn’t quite know a lot about humans

In the past, lovers have often been forced to consume raw meat and blood, just like here

And you’re hardly any different, having been given meat and blood and wine, too

Thankfully, she listens when you tell her: humans can’t eat those things

That being said, she doesn’t understand

Being surrounded by her family, she doesn’t quite understand why you can’t eat what she eats

After all, she can eat what you eat, too, even if she doesn’t always like it

Still, she wants you to be safe, and she trusts you

She figures, you’ll know what to consume instead

To make up for her lack of knowledge, she likes to surprise you with your favorite foods sometimes, even sneaking a bite when she thinks you aren’t looking

Secondly, one of Daniela’s biggest problems is her strength and your vulnerability

She knows, humans are so very sensitive

Poor little humans, bruising and bleeding and breaking far too fast

Poor little Daniela, unable to control her strength properly at times

In the past, she’s often unintentionally hurt her lovers, breaking hands and fingers when holding them in hers, cutting up limbs and tearing skin with her claw-like nails

And poor Daniela always cried so terribly when it happened

She would never want to hurt you

Would never want to hurt her lovers

She wears her gloves around you nearly all the time, worried her sharp nails might nip your sensitive skin

Additional to that, she’s incredibly worried about harming you by misusing her strength

Your heart breaks as you notice this

She’s so clearly depraved and in need of affection, yet starves herself of it by worrying

As such, you hold her hand gently instead, squeeze and kiss it because you know she’s too scared to squeeze your hand back

You cuddle and and hold her gently, kiss her and let her cuddle up to you

In time, eventually, she grows a little more confident

Testing out and practicing the use of her strenght on random maidens and prisoners,-

she doesn’t dare practice on you, and her sisters and mother just don’t do, being as enduring as her

- Daniela eventually figures it out

While still occasionally worried about her strength, especially when she feels excited, she gets to hold you normally, now

And lastly, the other thing surprising her plenty

That being your weakened senses

Often, you’ll be cuddling when she shoots up

Her golden eyes wide, her head turning

If she was a cat, you’re sure her ears would be twitching and pointing up, listening

You don’t hear a thing

At other times you find her with her head hidden against your stomach, trying to escape whatever smell currently annoys her

Again, you don’t smell a thing

You don’t mind, though

In fact, it makes you giggle more often than not

That is, when she isn’t jumping up and clawing at the bed when she suddenly hears a noise at night, keeping both of you up

[1nthedarknessofthenight]

﴾ i drink your blood and i eat your skin, part seven.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!reader

genre: vampire au

word count: 5,8k

warnings: angst

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It was another day and as more time passed by, spending it only in your room, the more the boredom creeped up on you. Even the books you took with you from the library started to get boring, words on pages blending together and creating just a bunch of nonsense. The delicious food turned as bland as your world. The known unpleasant feelings started to show and not even the beautiful house could not keep you away from embracing them. You haven’t seen Hyunjin after the dinner and in some way it bothered you. Loneliness, feeling you knew all too well, quickly joined the party and now it felt way stronger, even deeper. You didn’t even realized that his presence was effecting you in some way…

More like his absence. You however knew better than let your intrusive thoughts win. It is so wrong to want his attention, him. It was so wrong that it felt good…right. You don’t know if he truly was a bad person, maybe it’s just your own head playing tricks on you. Or maybe it was just instinct, maybe it was keeping you safe from him. He is a predator and you were his chosen type of prey after all. He told you that he wouldn’t hurt you but you both know that in some way or another he already did. You weren’t in the wrong to think like this.

You are just careful around him, because you still fear him in some way. Even if you get to know him, will you ever not be afraid? You knew what power he holds and that scares you. He could snap your neck by a blink of an eye.

But…wasn’t that also so exciting?

Hyunjin is so strong, a creature created from the darkness. A vampire that walks with an aura so menacing but also so alluring. It makes you want to have just a little taste of it and before you would know it, you would be already drowning in it. And it would taste even better because his deepest desire.

You really should sort out your feelings. You wished for Mia right now. You missed her, even if it were just days but being ripped away from her like that — you didn’t like it. You choose to stay, you have to remember that.

As you were gazing through the closed windows, you wondered if you could go there. You needed some fresh air and the slightly open window in the bathroom wasn’t enough anymore. After you went to the library the door to your bedroom was mysteriously left unlocked, maybe he knows that you won’t try to run away again. For one you are sure that you wouldn’t be able to, even if you tried your hardest and second of all you don’t really want to….but maybe a walk outside wouldn’t hurt anyone.

To your surprise you found a long, warm coat for you in the closet and also some boots. Every time you had opened it, you always found new things for you. It was endless and you couldn’t help yourself from going over the multiple boxes of shoes. He really does have a taste but being alive for God knows how long, it should come naturally.

It felt wrong going out of your room like this or was it just in your head? You weren’t really a prisoner but still everyone was so careful around — with you. You weren’t that sure which way lead to the back of this place but you were definitely familiar with which way was the main entrance. You calmly made your way to the big staircase and you momentarily stopped, gripping the railing with your hand. You glance into the dark hallway just few steps away from you, you haven’t been there before. There is still so much for you to explore but your lungs really call for the fresh air you promised yourself.

As you made your way down, you noticed that you weren’t alone at all to your surprise. The house looked like it was finally waking up. Two guards were standing at each side of the main door, dressed neatly, bodies pin straight and eyes hard, it made a lump form in your throat. Maybe it’s not going to be so easy.

They didn’t spare you a glance first, even if you now stood right in front of them and you were a little thankful for that. You clear your throat, clasping your hands before you. “Ehm — hello, may I go outside?” Even by clearing your throat, you still sounded like a hurt kitten. ‘Even my voice is not on your side.’

Finally they take a glance at you briefly, before giving each other looks that you couldn’t quite place. You stood there for a while, swinging on your feet slightly. The one on your right with fair hair and looking a little older than you sighed. You weren’t so sure about his age, after all you feel like this house only reeks of the undead but this man didn’t look like it. He doesn’t have the aura around him, the different eyes or anything. He looked like you, human. His company however didn’t. He was more like your age, tall and skinny with dark curly hair and light eyes which for a second reminded you of him. This was interesting. Were there many like you here?

The older man step out, unblocking the view of the door. “I will accompany you, miss.” He said. At that excitement pumped through your veins, finally feeling some kind of relievement in these past days.

You shake your hand, waving him of, making your way to the door. “You don’t have to.”

Before you could wrap your hand around the handle, he put his hand on it, again blocking the entry with his body. You look up at him at that. “I will accompany you, miss.” He said slowly, not that sternly but letting you know that you didn’t have a choice.

“Okay.” You replied. The prices you have to pay to just get a whiff of fresh air…

The other man step aside as well, probably to not get hit with a stream of light that might shine through the now open door. You are curious about what is and what is not true about these creatures but you can tell for sure that they did not like the sun. It wasn’t that sunny outside however but you could smell the warm spring peaking around the color. The sky was still grey, maybe it was because of where you are, middle of the woods and cut from any other people that weren’t residents of this house. But is it really a house? It looked like a mansion, mixed with cathedral, you couldn’t quite place it. At least you now had time to fully analyze it.

The man walked few feet behind you and you find yourself not minding it that much, maybe because he was like you. Did he knew about who — what he was working for or was he compelled? That question ran through your head while you walk around the building, however you didn’t ask. It was none of your business but you hope that they did not keep him, like a alive blood bag…

Tracing your fingers over one of the statues, you wondered again where this marvelous place was located or more like where you were right now. You remind yourself that they had the power to do everything and more, you almost scoffed how easy it must be for them to live. The nicer weather even made the bushes bloom, you remembered that they were empty just days ago but now red roses peaked out from them.

You touched one of the roses softly, it wouldn’t propably hurt anyone to pick one up but you still glance back at your company that watched you silently the whole time. “Can I have one?” He raised his eyebrow, looking confused to why you would ask permission for that but still nodded nevertheless.

You snap the stem then, careful not to cut your finger because that definitely wouldn’t end well if you did. Twirling it between your fingers, you decided to go around, to the direction where you would look out of your window. Just as you wanted to cut the corner you suddenly appeared somewhere else.

The smell hit your nose, just as well the noises of the animals in the stables. Your mouth opened slightly. The stables were right at the edge of the mansion, so there was no way for you to ever guess to be meet with horses. You thought that vampires enjoyed more of dead company than anything. Glancing back momentarily at the guard, seeing that he doesn’t have anything against you to you going there, you pick the end of your long coat and step inside.

The heads of the horses peak out at you and you immediately went to pet each and every one of them, still careful because there wasn’t certitude that they would like you but to your surprise they did. The second your hand touch the soft skin of their neck, it seemed that almost a heavy weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Petting an animal really does help with nerves. As you passed through them, giving them each enough pets for them and for you to be satisfied, you came across a one horse that had its back to you. It probably could sense your presence, turning to finally walk up to you and have a look and you gasp softly at the beautiful white color and the black spot at it’s back.

Your lips after so long lift softly at the corners as it leaned into your open hand. You really don’t want to pick and choose favorites but this one surely speak out to you and it definitely liked you the most so far out of everyone. The stables were big, bigger than you expected, this place sure has it’s secrets and surprises.

A loud noise startled you, hand jumping away from the neighing horse to whip your head to the direction. There at one of the stalls stood a man, leaning on the wood, looking you over and you wondered if he’s been there the whole time. Your body stiffened at his dark eyes and matching black hair.

“H-Hello.” You greeted, unsure, looking back your company that to your surprise kept his distance, standing at the entrance to the stables. Looking back to meet the eyes of the lean, tall man, you don’t receive any answer. He looked like one of those statues in the gardens, the aura and his unraising chest giving you the answer about who — what this man truly is.

The horse you were just petting nudge the back of your head, making you jump before your focus was back on the still silent vampire who was still sizing you up. You cleared your throat, straightening your back, suddenly feeling insecure under his gaze. “I am–“ Before you could finish introducing yourself he beat you to it.

“I know who you are.” He said.

“Oh…”

A small smirk appears on his face at your response. “My brother can’t shut his mouth about you.”

‘Really’ You thought. You weren’t so sure what to say to that so you kept quiet. The silence however made you feel uncomfortable, turning around to continue at your petting of the horse. As you do that you could feel him getting closer, you couldn’t hear his footsteps but the burning stare at the back of your head gave him away. You turned back to him, his gaze hard but not looking so unwelcoming, maybe it was just his natural expression and also he was much closer to you that you thought. Basically right next to you

“I’m sorry for asking this but…” You begin. “–are you all…following me?” The question was answered by silence, his face unmoving. “I feel like you are…”

He hummed almost like in thought, his own attention falling to the animal before you two. “Just keeping an eye on you, like everyone.” The vampire answered. ‘What does he mean by everyone?’ Your eyes briefly flicker to the guard.

“Hyunjin likes his sleep…” He continued, making you snap out of your thoughts to look at him as he nodded his head to the direction of the horse. “You ride?”

You shook your head widely, still slightly stuck at his statement. “Oh n-no, but I for sure always wanted to try.” You careased the soft skin of the horse, smiling at it’s noises of contentment.

The vampire watch you in silence, petting the happy animal. The news of your existence shocked everyone, it was such a crazy theory that even he didn’t know what to think. He, like everyone else didn’t want to give Hyunjin the satisfaction that maybe he was right about you. The fact that this animal, your so called soulmate’s untenable horse let you pet him so freely was for sure a little significant. All eight of them had their own look at you at some point, peaking from behind corners in curiosity. Their brother was so mesmerized by you that they just had to have a look themselves. They however didn’t expect you to be like this — look like this. Such a beautiful soul but also so sad, wide eyed like you finally opened your eyes after years of living. Walking amongst the living but so close to the dead. Still you looked and smelled so sweet, like a flower, maybe you were just tormented, lost soul like them. Maybe you are more enchanting than you think…

The black haired man startles you as he suddenly opened the gate to let the horse out. “What are doing?” You asked in wonder. The question only made him roll his eyes in annoyance. He was only doing this for him. Maybe if you saw kindest in others, you could finally start seeing it in him.

You watched the vampire as he put the saddle on the horse. “We are going for a ride.” He stated casually, making you choke on your spit. Because of the gate now being open you could fully see how magnificent this animal is and it made you nervous to even approach it now.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

He again rolls his eyes. If this bordered him so much, why was he even doing it then? Your body froze slightly as he suddenly made his way up to you, so quickly that you didn’t even have time to react. One second you were on the ground and now you were being picked up by your waist like you weighed nothing. A small gasp leaves you. “Wait! Wait, I don’t even know your name…”

“Seungmin.” He answered simply, while helping you up on the horse’s back and if you weren’t so focused on balancing yourself you would’ve seen the small amused smile.

The vampire walked with you in his arms, before helping you to get fully seated. “Wait! Aren’t you not supposed to be able to go outside.” You stated, clutching the leather of the saddle tightly as the animal moves under your weight.

A sigh, almost like a laugh comes through his nose at your words. “I appreciate your concern but however the sun can’t harm me from here.” You opened your mouth in realization.

You were know seated on the horse, body so rigid that now you were the one looking like a statue. The vampire still had his arms stretched out, like you were going to fall at any second into them but you were basically frozen at your spot. The animal moved a little, making you grip the saddle even tighter.

“Do you want to go down?” Your company asked softly. You didn’t say anything because you simply didn’t know the answer but as seconds passed by you started to not mind your position. Maybe the whiplash from how quickly you were put so high up was wearing out. “Or do you fancy a walk around the castle?”

Your head snapped to his direction. “Can I?” You asked softly.

“What do you think.”

You sighed through your nose, body not so tense anymore. “I would love to.” You really would.

His lips formed into a small smirk and not because of your words but from the annoyed sigh coming from inside the house that only he was able to hear. His hand then wrapped around the reins, making the horse move from it’s spot, you immediately tensing up again. But after some few steps as you walked your way to the direction of the guard who you almost forgot about, you found the hang of it.

“Accompany her, make sure she doesn’t get hurt on my brother’s behalf and sanity.” Said Seungmin and you couldn’t miss the difference of the tone of his voice nor the way he looked into the man’s eyes.

The guard nodded, blinking away rapidly and grabbing the reins to the horse. “Yes, sir.”

Seungmin turned to you, even if you had the higher ground, you couldn’t possible share the same authority as him. “For my well being I won’t be the one to give you the tour.” ‘Oh? So direct sunlight was the enemy.’ Your eyes then fell on the two man again.

“Just around the forest.”

“Yes, sir.”

You felt a little bad for this unknown man but there was nothing to do. You simply don’t have the power to even have a say about who or who not should be compelled. The way Seungmin now was looking at you, made you think that he could read your thoughts. This intense glare probably came with every vampire though.

You smiled briefly at him. “Thank you, Seungmin.”

He waved you off, looking into the distance. “I did this for myself because I can’t tolerate my brother’s whining any longer.”

“Huh…” You frowned because you couldn’t imagine him doing that, eyes traveling back again at the vampire who stood under you.

“You made a choice to stay.” He stated. “So at least try to enjoy it and stop your own whining.”

“Excuse me?” Flies out your mouth because you had nothing other than that to say at the moment but he just ignored your question, turning around to make his way back inside, exactly as the sun appeared on the exact spot he stood second ago.

“Goodbye miss Y/N.”

‘Vampires are going to be the death of you.’

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It was a cold night, so cold that even Hyunjin shivered. Though was it really the breeze, coming from behind the closed door that made goosebumps appear on his skin, perhaps it was the unsettling feeling bubbling inside his chest, ready to burst at any moment. He stood behind the closed door to your bedroom, silently getting over the words inside his head. His thoughts were so loud that he didn’t even have time to listen. Hyunjin listened to the sound of your beating heart every second, since you’ve been here, even the many walls separating you apart couldn’t safe you from his ears. The thumbing soothes his soul, like a lullaby but now the sound makes his ears ring. The sound…so close yet so far.

He wanted you to know that yours made his own beat again. There’s no way for him to express his emotions throughout words. He tried plenty of different ways to show his devotion to you but you dodged every one of them like a bullet. Did you even know that every second without you made him mad? It made his skin crawl, itching, burning and fangs hurting and wanting nothing more than to pierce the soft skin of your neck and make you his. Hyunjin wanted to mark you so bad that he had to bite his own lips to ease the temptation, while imagining they were yours instead.

The vampire didn’t want to say this but your rejections were so confusing to him. He knew how and what he could evoke in humans, he was the creature that trilled on the seduction and the pleasure after all. You however didn’t return it. Or did you? He would like to say that he could see in the depths of the soul that people try so desperately to keep hidden and you weren’t really good at hiding yours. Your eyes gave you away every time he would look into them. The desire, the desperation they held, the wanting and longing to be finally seen. ‘Why won’t you let me in, Y/N?’ Let him in and he promises to ravish every corner of your heart, every piece of your untouched skin and lips…

Hyunjin has to contain himself a little but how when you were the reason and also the answer to his suffering and redemption?

He finally found the courage to knock on the door. The sound echoed through the old mansion, like the creaking wood under his feet and yet he didn’t hear anything from the other side. He waited a little bit for an answer but every moment made his suffering even worse. Hyunjin knew you were in there…so he let himself in. He hopes you won’t be angry with him.

His eyes traveled over the room. From the unmade bed, to the multiple books on one of the nightstands. They stopped at the open window to the balcony, the very reason of the cold seeping inside the room. The strong wind made the heavy curtains float but the smell of your sweet scent didn’t immediately hit his nose, like he expected. Sense of panic washed over him, making him take quick steps to the balcony. ‘Have you ran away, jumping from the balcony and running for freedom through the forest? What if you were injured?’

Just as quickly as the panic had reached him, it flew away through the wind as a gasp ringed in the air. He turned around, coming face to face with your shocked expression and he had to slightly sigh in relief, taking in the smell of your skin.

One moment you were enjoying your bath in silence, washing away the smell of the animal you spent your whole day with and then there was a vampire standing inside your bedroom. You didn’t expect him to visit you at all and definitely not so soon after the horrible dinner and also not so late but what seemed like late to you was the beginning of the day for him. Your white nightgown gave you little to no coverage, wrapping your arm around your chest, the man following your action before quickly everting them. “May I ask what are you doing here unannounced?” You spoke up, eyes glancing at how the moonlight casted shadows on his face.

Hyunjin look up at your words, glancing over your figure so quickly that you didn’t even catch it. He had to licked his lips to ease the thirst. ‘God what are you doing to me?’

“I did.” He said. “I knocked but you didn’t answer.”

“Alright.” You said, nodding not really sure what to say to that. You again watched each other in silence for a while. These moments were making you unsure if they made you uncomfortable or…comfortable. His presence doesn’t brother you that much anymore but you still haven’t got used to it.

Pressing your lips together, you walked to your bed, passing by him shifty. He had to take a deep breath as the wind blew your hair away from your neck. You knew exactly what he was doing as there was no need for him to breathe at all, however you tried to ignore it. You climbed into the bed, taking the duvet closer to your chest. It created a small imaginary distance from him, shielding you from his glaring eyes but you knew that if he wanted to he would tear it apart together with you.

You gave him a look of wonder because for what was he exactly here for? The expression made the vampire snapped out of whatever trance he was in. “I came here to talk to you.” Hyunjin answered simply.

You frown. “Talk to me?” You quoted. “About what?”

He gave a weird look, almost like in thought, before he sighed. “Anything…” He walked up at you, stopping just at the end of the bed. “I just want your company.” Hyunjin almost sounded desperate and how he towered over you, it reminded you of something.

How he looked at you that night and how he made you feel. You knew that it was just your imagination, a dream and it didn’t particularly ended well for you but the way he made almost everything look so appealing…His sultry voice and his eyes, lips, hands — your eyes flicker to his rings, wrapped around his long fingers.

Looking up from the dark color of the duvet, you could see that he had moved a little closer to you with just a moment of your unawareness. He leaned his weight on the column of the bed’s canopy, just where your legs were. “Minho said you enjoy reading.”

“Yes.” You said carefully. How can you be surprised?

He hummed at your answer, warmness spreading inside his chest because you shared something in common — and of course he couldn’t forget about your love for animals…

Glancing momentarily at the one book on the nightstand, he could see bookmark peaking out from it. “What book did you picked?”

Biting your lip, you also look at the book before placing your hands in your lap, playing with your fingers. “Would it be bad if I said Dracula?”

Hyunjin laughs, genuine smile on his lips and you couldn’t help yourself but marveling over it. “Interesting, I wonder why the sudden interest in vampires.” There was still the same smile on his face, though now teasing you.

You were so taken back by his reaction that your own lips started to tug at the corners. “Hey, don’t laugh.” You tsked, eyebrows furrowed. “It’s more interesting to why you even have this book in your library.”

“Certainly.” He nodded, still amused.

A sudden big gush of cold air flew from the still open balcony inside the room. It made goosebumps appear on your skin and just as quickly as your reaction to the sudden cold appeared on your body, the man before you took action upon seeing it. “Are you cold? I will close it.” Hyunjin didn’t even give you time to answer, walking to the windows to close it.

Your hungry eyes stared at his back and even from here you could see the muscles underneath the tight shirt. If only he knew that the shivers weren’t only from the cold. The vampire turn around slowly after closing the balcony, looking right at your laying figure. There was so much to say but neither of you knew where to start.

But you however had enough of this killing silence, feeling the way your heart skipped a beat after glancing at him. “I’m sorry but I was just going to bed and —“

“I understand.” He didn’t even look angry nor sad with your words, not like at the dinner. “I will talk to you some other time…”

You nodded again, still being slightly tongue tied. Again watching him walk away from you made you feel empty. Why were there so many mixed feelings? You really don’t know what you want from him…maybe the truth.

Just as walked pass your bed you stopped him with your hand raised. “Wait!” He immediately turned around, almost like waiting for you to say that. “Can I ask you something?” The man in question kept quiet, giving you room to speak.

You also went quiet, basking in the silence. The only noises being the wind banging on the closed windows and you could even hear the frequent dripping of water coming from the bathroom. To your surprise he still kept quiet and unknowingly to you also enjoying this moment. Maybe it was just because he could look at your figure so freely as you were to occupied with your thoughts. You always have to be the one to destroy every pleasant moments like these…

“That night if those men didn’t appear what would you truly do…I know that you already answered but—“

“I am failing to understand…”

Oh, but he did. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

“You were watching me before, syzing me up…” God, what are you doing, you two were doing so good and now you are messing it all up…

Your mouth was open still, both of you waiting for the million dollar question. But you couldn’t immediately form it, the glare he was giving you made you scared to even think about it. He was giving you a warning look but you still said it anyway.

“Were you going to drink my blood?”

A sneer falls over his features and you wondered how this same face could even form a smile minutes ago. “Why are you asking such question?” He tried to warn you to not go further but the damage was already done. Why can’t you leave things in the past? Was it because you were human that you couldn’t let go so easily?

You watch how his knuckles turned white around the column and you were afraid that he might crush it into pieces. What if that was your throat instead? “I just want to know…did you really have no intention of drinking from me?” You can’t be in the wrong for asking this…

“I can’t answer that.” Whispered Hyunjin, head hanging low and praying that you would just let this go for his and your own sake.

“Yes, you can.” You declared slowly, duvet falling over your body as you sit up to get closer to him. Was he shaking?

“No…”

Your scoff rings inside the room next, head shaking at his stubbornness. You both know the answer already but you need to hear it from him. Maybe it could finally make you hate him…He on the other hand had a really hard time to contain himself. You don’t even know that you were playing with fire right now. Someone so afraid yet blindly teasing the snake with a bare foot at the same time.

“Just tell me damn it! Would you kill me if they didn’t showed up?”

“No! I was just—“

“Just what?” The question comes out sharper than you intended.

Finally Hyunjin look at you. Long hair covered his eyes, shielding the vibrant color dancing in them. The silence now didn’t sound the same as before. It was exactly the silence before a storm. You suddenly realized what you had done but it was too late now. You completely turned him around. The way he looked right now, perfectly mirrored the way he had looked at you the very first night you met. “You’re—your blood.” He pulled his hand away from the column and even in the darkness you could see the dents in it from his fingers. “I’ve never smelled someone so delicious as you before.” Closing his eyes, a sigh dangerously close to a growl left him. “And you were just in the perfect position — all alone and oh so mesmerized.” Opening his eyes again, he listened to your loudly beating heart. “If they didn’t come…if you wouldn’t scream for help.” He stopped himself from going further, you both know that this confession is all you need. “I couldn’t kill you after that because it was the first time I have felt bad about my possible victim…and also seeing you in such pain — I couldn’t possibly continue it.”

Your face crunched up, his raw words bringing out the mentioned pain to the surface but you decided to stay strong for a little longer. “So you would’ve just killed your soulmate or whatever you call this and you wouldn’t even know.”

Next, so quickly that you even had time to blink, he was on you. From the end of the bed, he suddenly appeared before you. His body covered yours and you couldn’t do anything but look into his wild eyes. He was so so close, you could feel his breath fanning over your lips as he spoke up. “Be quiet.” He growled, his red eyes glaring into yours and after a long time you felt like fainting from fear again. Was this how his victims felt? Your chest that raised with your every breath, touching briefly his but you were too afraid to move away.

“You’re not listening, I said vampires can sense the bond easily. So I apologize that your fucking warm fresh—“ His tongue trailed over his bottom lip slightly, glancing at the noticeable vein on your neck. “— pulsing blood pumping inside you is in the way, hypnotizing me so much that I wouldn’t even mind sucking every last drop.” He tilts his head at you. “You wouldn’t even mind…would you, Y/N?” His teasing tone was gone just as soon as it appeared and because of his words you didn’t even feel the hand bruising the skin of your leg.

The tears in your eyes couldn’t be contained anymore. “Sorry for not letting go of the past so easily, sorry for not forgetting that I met my so called soulmate the night I was almost raped and then killed by — you…” Spitting out the word, a pathetic whimper comes out next from you and not because of your crying but by the immense pain in your leg. His left hand gripped your right thigh so hard, that you couldn’t even find the will to fix the skirt of your nightgown that was now bunched up at your waist.

Something in him broke at your tears. What did he do? ‘What have I done’, you thought. The irises around his pupils cleared, face falling into shock. You have never seen such a raw emotion from him before. His now blue eyes glance at his hand. He never meant to bring you pain by his touch but the way your skin spilled over his fingers from how much he gripped it, made him sick to his stomach. He withdrew his hand, like you’ve been the one to burn him and when you sob out in relief he thought he will die again just by that godawful noise.

Both of you could see the obvious handprint on your skin, making you grasp the skirt of your nightgown, letting it fall over your exposed legs. “Get out…” You whispered, his eyes as wide as yours. “Get out!” Screaming the words at him, made Hyunjin almost fall to his feet before you and he had no other choice but to follow your orders.

‘What have I done?’, you thought again, swallowing your sobs. Maybe you really don’t deserve to be loved…

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author’s note:

for my lovey right here: @hanonlymeuu

[teal-fiend]

cw: drug / alcohol mention, fatal vore, g/t

preds who eat prey not for food but for entertainment.

much like you don't drink wine to quench your thirst, eating prey isn't for sustenance, but for the experience of having someone in your belly

there's potential for safe vore here if you want. but i don't so lol

I think this idea works better with g/t because tinies don't get in the way as much

They are expensive obviously, and maybe they're illegal too. after all, you're eating a person - a tiny person, but a person nonetheless. So you don't always get the opportunity to indulge.

You are invited to a fancy party by a rich friend. It's not really your crowd, but you're bored, and you don't really have party-friends. The people you hang out with are more like board game night people.

But you know in your heart that you love to get stupid drunk with strangers. So you accept the invitation from your new friend.

It's a nice apartment, it's huge and modern, mouldless, unlike yours, and it's huge, a huge, sunken living room with furniture that was made for this space rather than thrifted or taken off the side of the road.

there's champaign and harder alcohol, and you can smell weed and see harder drugs. You might be a little out of your element. You don't do drugs, and you don't really want to do drugs.

You say this to your friend, who is glued to your side. Actually, you are glued to theirs. You don't want them to run off without you, because you don't know anyone here besides them, and you don't trust yourself to make friends with these people without their help.

Your friend assures you that you don't have to do any of that, but there is something that you might be interested in. Not drugs, but not something entirely morally good or legal. You are extremely skeptical, but you go along anyway

they lead you to a quieter room, an offshoot from the main party. the lights are dim and there's a small gathering. they all seem to be waiting for something, and now you and your friend are waiting with them.

Soon someone enters the room with a glass cage. It was hard to tell what was inside. Your heart sunk a little. Tinies.

Your friend whispered to you a lot of information quickly. These were tinies for eating, and you were allegedly going to eat one too. It's for fun, they explained. It's something to do besides drugs, and they were certain you would like it.

And you couldn't help but agree, even if it felt a little wrong.

You pre-gamed a little too hard and so you feel like you should, even if it wasn't the best choice.

You hadn't had dinner yet either; you had spent all your money on alcohol. Maybe it was your hunger, maybe it was the peer pressure; the fact that no one else objected, in fact they seemed incredibly eager. the room's eagerness only fuelled your own.

When you looked up again, some of the tinies were already gone. Swallowed down. You turned to your friend, who told you to watch, and within a few seconds, they scooped up a tiny and sent it down their throat. It seemed so easy.

Now it was your turn. You picked it up, it wriggled so much. You didn't know what to do, you put it towards your mouth, like a baby bird who didn't know how to feed itself.

Someone chuckled and asked if you had ever done this before. You felt your face flush. Your friend ignored them, but grabbed your hand which held the tiny, and guided it into your mouth, making you push it into your throat. Then with another firm hand, they stroked your throat until you felt yourself swallowing reflexively. It was a lot - it felt like a big chunk of steak heading into your stomach - how could your body tell it was meat? it tasted like human skin, but it was sliding down into your chest and then you felt a pinch in your belly.

a few people who were watching you cheered. You were kind of like haha thanks, but mostly you were focused on what was going on inside. You felt a little winded, a bit too full. You pressed a hand to your belly gently, trying not to feel sick. then you felt a bunch of air bubble up in a too-loud burp. You covered your mouth, embarrassed.

Some laughter, making you feel all the more flustered.

You got a strong pat on the back, "you swallowed too much air," you friend told you. No shit

You took a sip of your beer and when it got to your stomach, you felt some fresh squirming.

"I can feel wriggling," you tell your friend,

"yeah, that's the point," they grin. "here" they put their hand on your stomach, and rub up and down a couple of times. the fluttering feeling in your stomach is much more pronounced, and your stomach is being pushed both by the prey and your friend's hand. You gasp.

Your friend pats your stomach, "there you go"

You try to shake yourself out of it, the shock, all the feelings happening right now, "will I have to spit it up later?" you ask

"not at all, in fact, it's already too late by now, it's already covered in your stomach acids. No one else is gonna want to eat it later. It's all yours"

You felt some type of satisfaction hearing that. The wriggly morsel was yours to keep.

Throughout the rest of the night, it was pretty much a normal party experience. you got a few belly rubs from strangers, who somehow knew what you ate. And each time it happened, you could feel the tiny wriggle against your stomach, and against your hand.

Did you really look that full? And the lights were low - how could they see? Was it something about how you carried yourself that let them know you had prey in your belly?

Whatever, it was fine, you stayed pretty late, but not exceedingly late. You and your friend left at the same time.

You took an uber home, and as you settled into your quiet bedroom, you could really hear what was going on in your gut.

Full of various types of liquid, mostly alcoholic, and grumbling as it loudly digested the tiny from earlier.

You got up to brush your teeth. You heard your belly sloshing and glorping with your every step. You blushed, hoping that no one heard it. But your roommates were surely asleep.

You cleaned your teeth and drank a big cup of water, only adding to the bloat you had going on. You put a hand to your belly, and found that it was much more round than usual.

Back in your bedroom, you took a look at yourself in the bedroom mirror. Your silhouette was quite altered. You turned to your side and saw a perfect circular curve. You really did look bloated.

Sure, you drank a lot. And you did eat a tiny person, but was that really enough for this? You ran a hand over your tummy, and you felt a thick growl vibrate under your hand. It wasn't just liquid, there was something substantial in there. Maybe the tiny wasn't as tiny as you remembered. You did swallow it whole, maybe that caused you to seem so full. There was a lot less surface area, since it was all in one piece. That would mean it would take much longer to digest, and since it was all in once place, it would make a bigger impact on your physical appearance.

You looked at your stomach and idly wondered if the prey at fault was still alive in there. You dug your hand into your belly, rubbing it thoroughly, trying to catch it squirming like it had earlier. but all you got was a hefty belch.

Sighing pleasantly, you stumbled into bed. You bundled up the covers, positioning yourself in the most comfortable pose, letting your hands sit on your stomach, so you could feel it's fullness, as you drifted off to sleep to the ambient sounds of your digestive system working on your dinner.

[redriotinggg]

CW for food, eating habits, and eating disorder (?)

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thinking about usopp having a really weird relationship with food when he returns to the crew after boin.

he digs into the meals sanji prepares with the same enthusiasm he always has, but the chef notices the sniper is much more careful in how much he consumes. quietly, sanji watches for weeks as usopp eats just enough to fill himself. before sabaody, usopp would gorge himself on food, drink, and dessert until he physically couldn’t eat any more. he’d fight luffy tooth and nail for every bite. now, sanji sees usopp eat no more than one and half servings of a meal before pushing his remnants luffy’s way. he watches as usopp, who used to be as much as a meat enthusiast as luffy, piles his plate with more vegetables than protein or carbs. usopp, who sanji knew to love cake and ice cream, now limits himself to one slice or a single, small bowl.

so sanji adapts. he experiments with the quantity of food he gives the sniper until he gets it just right. he doesn’t say anything about it to him—eating and food habits are personal, after all. as long as he’s eating, it’s fine.

usopp tells him what changed of his own accord, one night when he’s on watch and sanji comes to deliver a midnight snack.

“i’m sorry for not eating as much of your food, lately,” usopp says, sipping on the tea sanji had brought.

“i overindulged on boin,” he explains. “the whole island was made up of some of the most delicious food i’d ever had. it was a trap, of course. so the island could lure fattened prey into its belly. but i fell for it at the beginning. just gorged myself on anything i could get my hands on. the stuff that grew on boin was addictive. i never went hungry. but…

“i lost myself to the island in a lot of ways. the worst was when i lost myself to the food. every time, i knew i should stop but i just couldn’t. it’s like my mind and body weren’t my own. it was terrible.

“i got big. i didn’t hate my body or anything, i just hated that it felt as if i didn’t have control of it anymore. that i didn’t have control of myself. it’s a terrifying thought at any time, but being alone and knowing that luffy and the rest of you were waiting for me, and waiting for me to come back stronger while i could barely get a handle on my own eating habits scared me more than anything. how could i be useful to the crew when i couldn’t control my own appetite? it was so, so hard. i had to be more disciplined than i ever have been.

“and now i’m back here and your food scares me ‘cause it’s better than anything i had on boin or anywhere else. i’m scared that one day i’ll lose control again, so i’ve been super careful. i’m sorry if i’ve hurt your feelings or anything. it just… hasn’t been easy.”

the two sit in silence for a while as they both reflect on usopp’s words. eventually, sanji speaks up, his visible eye meeting both of usopp’s. he rests his hand atop usopp’s, curling his fingers around the digits.

“thank you for telling me. as humans, our relationship with food can get really weird, at times. sometimes for a long time or even forever. but i’m glad that you’re eating despite what happened. and i promise that everything will be okay. you won’t lose control of yourself again. and if you do, i’m here to help. all of us are. but from now on, when you eat you don’t need to think, okay? just let me feed you and enjoy. i’ll take care of the rest.”

usopp looks at sanji, eyes wide with numerous emotions flickering across his face. he’d almost forgotten this in his two years away. how it feels to be cared for by someone who wants the best for you. to be seen so fully by someone who will do anything to keep you happy and safe. tension falls from his shoulders. the burden he has been carrying upon them has been relieved.

“okay,” usopp says with a tremble in his voice. he sniffles and blinks back tears. he leans his head on sanji’s shoulder and returns the grip on his hand. “thank you.”

sanji’s reply is silent as he rests his head atop usopp’s. anytime.

[whumpninja]

I feel like even the prompt I used for this one could count as whump, given the ahem subject material. This piece uses OCs from my story The Angel of Death, and takes place about two years or so before the main story.

Taglist (let me know if you only want to be tagged in full chapters!): @i-eat-worlds @softvampirewhump @scoundrelwithboba @rainbowsandwhumperflies @octopus-reactivated @whumperfultime @pigeonwhumps @handsinmotion @starfields08000 @fleur-a-whump @worstcasescenariolullaby

Prompt used: AI-less Whumptober, alternate prompt- animal bite

Featuring: BLOOD, blood drinking, vampire whump, vampire whumpee, biting, chains, defiant whumpee

Whumptober Day Nine: The Hand That Feeds You

Mr. Moody was making progress. Angel wasn't fighting him so much anymore. He guessed that he’d plain worn the vampire out. Angel slept most of the time now, a combination of exhaustion, drugs, and the weakness that came with near-starvation. Mr. Moody wasn't stupid enough to leave him unchained, but he could enter the room now without worrying about if he would leave alive.

He whistled as he came in today, his good mood drawing the cheerful tune out of him. "Hey, Angel," he said. "How you feeling today, champ?"

Angel cracked one eye open to glare at him, but made no move towards him. He had his fangs extended, not to their full length, but not hidden away in his jaw. Mr. Moody still didn't know how that worked. There was a lot about vampires that was still a mystery- why they were burned by the sun, why some of them had red eyes, why most had only small fangs and a few had big fangs and claws to match.

"You showing off those pearly whites?" Mr. Moody asked, chuckling. "You'll get a chance to use 'em on Friday night. I found a fella who's got twin vampires. We'll see how you do against two at once, eh?"

Angel stared at him sullenly. "Do you even speak English?" Mr. Moody muttered. He honestly wasn't sure. The vampire never said a word to him. From what the officers who had brought him to Mr. Moody said, he hadn't been much before he'd been arrested. Mr. Moody was of the opinion that Angel- who clearly lived to kill- was doing better as his prize fighter than he would have in the outside world.

He'd seen it- the ferocity, the savagery, the brutality Angel used in the ring. The vampire was a wild animal. He had no technique, no skill, no training- just instinct and natural weaponry. Mr. Moody loved that first gasp from the crowd when they saw Angel's fangs on full display. "Nobody else got anything like you," he told the vampire.

Angel, as usual, ignored him.

Mr. Moody rolled his eyes as he left the alcove. "You know what, Angel?" he called back, his voice drowned out somewhat as he rummaged through a cupboard on the wall. "You ain't real personable. You got nothing in you but fightin'." He chuckled, pulling out a metal bowl and a bag of blood- surprising, how easy it was to get that stuff. "Lucky for you that's all I need anyway."

Like usual, Angel became agitated, more alive, at the smell of food. He had his hands cuffed behind his back, so he could only push himself up as far as his shoulder. His ruby-red eyes had expanded, taking over the whites until only a small ring of it remained. It was a vampire in feeding mode. Mr. Moody could almost see what little humanity remained fading away, consumed by the animalistic prey drive.

"That's the kind of thing I want on Saturday, y'hear?" he told the vampire, setting down the bowl. Angel threw himself at it, burying his face in it without a moment's hesitation. Mr. Moody knew he wouldn't let a drop go to waste. He stepped back to watch Angel eat, chuckling to himself. That was the trick with vampires- food. Control their supply of blood, and you controlled the vampire too.

He leaned against the wall, watching Angel eat. A smile twisted the edge of his lip. "Made for this, weren't ya," he said under his breath. "Born for blood. Born killer."

Angel no longer knew he was in the room, attention entirely taken up by the presence of blood. Mr. Moody took the opportunity to move in close and check the chains, make sure the bolts on the wall still held, all the things he needed his vampire distracted for.

Angel was finishing the last of the blood now. Mr. Moody dropped a hand onto his head, ruffling the shorn dark hair in a rare gesture of affection. "Keep killing for me, champ, and you'll get all the blood you could ever want," he chuckled. "Who knows? Maybe it'll even- aaauuughhh!"

The words broke off in a loud roar of pain as Angel surged up to sink a fang deep into Mr. Moody's arm. Mr. Moody shouted, stumbling back- Angel held grimly on, the sharp fang ripping a deep gash. Blood sprayed everywhere. Mr. Moody managed to rip his arm free and stumbled backward, gasping, clutching the wound.

Across the room, Angel locked eyes with him.

Mr. Moody swore at him, the pain stirring up anger along with it. "Think you did something, eh, vamp?" he snarled. "Think you can bite the hand that feeds you, huh? We'll see how long that attitude lasts without a drop of it!"

Slowly, deliberately, Angel licked what he could of Mr. Moody's blood from his face, never breaking his chilling red stare.

Mr. Moody lurched off the wall and kicked Angel in the jaw as hard as he could. The vampire went down, knocked unconscious.

"All right," Mr. Moody growled to the senseless creature at his feet. "That is the last damn time you bite a human ever again. Especially me. Hope you enjoyed it, champ. 'Cause you are gonna pay for every drop of blood."

[skin-of-my-teeth]

A Heavy Offer

Tags: Wolf Namjoon, Bunny Koo, feedism, predator/prey, flirting, they're so cute and they're both fat <3

Tubby prey hybrid Jungkook secretly watches POV feeding videos late at night.

He lays in bed with a little bun paw on his soft belly, slowly rubbing, as he gorges on snacks while he favorite predator streamer tells him he's a good little prey and that he's fattening up so well.

Jungkook knows he shouldn't like it, but part of him doesn't care. The wolf hybrid is so thick and hot, with a heavy gut of his own.

Jungkook finds that the only way he wants to jerk himself off these days is while watching a feeding video. While feeling his tummy push out with snacks. Listening to his favorite wolfie purr that his little prey is fattening up so well.

The cute bun is rounding out from doing this so often. He rewatches old videos and always pays for the new ones. His favorite way to cum is with his slowly thickening gut squishing under his chubby fingers and his big feeder wolf purring in his headphones and whispering what a fat, yummy prey Jungkook is turning into.

...

Imagine his absolute petrified arousal when Jungkook runs into Namjoon in person at a cafe.

And the wolf peeks over at him, his gaze appreciatively enjoying the cute, fattened prey.

Jungkook is panic eating a muffin at his favorite cafe, unsure if he should go over. What would he say? "I've gotten so fat from your videos-" he blushes as he shoves more food into his bunny cheeks. The wolf rumbles with enjoyment as he watches the little fatty gorge himself.

In the most recent video, Namjoon showed his little feedee preys his own gut for the first time. Lifted up his shirt and rubbed at the fat. Told them that he was this big from being such a greedy predator. That Jungkook, his plump prey, going to make him even fatter... Jungkook came right into his hands.

Jungkook begins chugging down his milkshake when the wolf finally gets up and pads over in his direction. Jungkook can't help the way that his face flushes. Red chubby bunny cheekies. Love handles forcing up his too-tight shirt. The cutest, fattest little bunny. How could Namjoon not go over and flirt with him?

Namjoon is quite the chub slut himself.

Namjoon comes up to the bun, leaning against the table where Jungkook's upper belly gently sits on top. "Hi cutie~" His voice is so much better in person. Jungkook thinks he might combust as he has to tilt his head up to look at him. The wolf is... so much larger than he thought. In every way. "B-big..." tumbles out, cheeks flushed red, bunny ears flopped, eyes wide.

The wolf chuckles and sits next to him. "It must be nerve racking to be approached by a predator-" he misreads Jungkook's panicked scent. "I promise I don't bite." He grins. "Not without your consent, anyway."

Jungkook whimpers. He actually whimpers. Namjoon takes a look at the bun's empty drink. "Can I buy you another?" He taps on the empty milkshake glass. "One is never satisfying enough for me."

Jungkook finds himself nodding, his little doubled chin jiggling. The wolf beams at him. "Sit tight, little prey." Namjoon goes to order and Jungkook considers running out the door. His huge crush on the feeder wolf... the one who makes content specifically about fattening prey to eat... He doesn't know what to do. Should he stay and... explore? See what the wolf is like in real life. Maybe it's just a kink. Jungkook would be lying if he wasn't curious. He's so curious.

The predator is back before Jungkook can sort through his thoughts, and he squeaks as a thick strawberry milkshake is placed in front of him by a large hand, and along with it, a fat slice of cake.

"Bun deserves a treat." Namjoon smiles as he sits back down. Jungkook's cheeks heat again. Is he... trying feed him up? He must be- oh gods. "Eat up, darling." Jungkook takes a huge forkfull at the order. He's so used to this voice encouraging him to fatten himself. He loves it so much. He chews and swallows obediently before he even realizes that he just obeyed without question, and his cheeks burn even more red.

The wolf is so patient with him. He doesn't seem to mind that Jungkook is nearly mute with adrenaline and excitement. He sets his chin in his hand and watches the cute bunny gobble down the cake, and then tuck into his milkshake. "So... do you have a name?" Namjoon smiles, and it's so different than the smile that Jungkook is used to seeing, all slinky and predator. The wolf's smile right now is... cute.

"Kookie-" he blurts out. He needs to be cool and sexy, but all he is right now is slightly stuffed and flushed, with the table digging into his belly. He shifts and tries to tug down his shirt where it's rolling up.

"Oh that's adorable. Hi, Kookie. I'm Joon."

Jungkook wants to melt. He's only ever known him by 'Alpha'. Joon is such a cute name for the so, not-cute wolf...

There's a long silence as Jungkook's bunny brain buffers.

"If it's not obvious... I'm interested in you," Namjoon playfully nudges Jungkook's shoulder with his own. "Are you looking around too, or do you have a mate? I'll back off, no problem. I'm a respectful pred."

Namjoon is anything but respectful in his videos.

Jungkook gulps down his shake, and leans back with a soft whine. "I drank that way too fast-" he hiccups, "I'm nervous talking to you-" he burps into his fist and then squeaks. "E-excuse me-"

Namjoon can't help the purr that rumbles in his chest. Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying to calm his jumpy prey heart. Be honest. Calm down. It's fine.

"I'm single." He peeks at Namjoon.

"That's suprising. Such pretty prey are usually snatched up."

Namjoon looks like he just won the lottery. Jungkook feels like he just won the lottery.

"Well... I used to get more attention when I was skinny. Predators like bunnies with tiny, little waists. And I'm not so little anymore-" he chuckles and gives his tummy a pat, watching Namjoon’s gaze slip down to take in how round and jiggly he is. How full of sugar and cream he is, promising to fatten him heavily. Namjoon purrs deeper.

"Not all predators have that opinion, bun."

Jungkook wants to whine again, but he just hiccups. There's so much cream sitting in his belly, weighing him down. He never drinks two of those massive milkshakes. Much less chugs them.

He tries to be the bold version of himself that he is in his fantasies. He shoves his shyness to the side as best he can and musters his courage.

"I'm interested in you too. I like big boys. Bigger than myself." He makes a show of taking Namjoon in. To his delight, the wolf's cheeks tint a pretty, adorable pink. The surge of power that floods Jungkook makes him grin. It quickly bubbles into hedonism as Namjoon next words sink into him.

"You'll get much bigger than me if I have my way with you..."

Jungkook can practically feel the cream in his tummy turn into warm, jiggly chub as Namjoon speaks and so openly admires him. It's like Namjoon’s gaze is making Jungkook fatter. He squirms, but swallows down his prey instincts flaring up with heat.

"You... you'd better prove it then-"

The wolf's eyes glimmer that this tubby little prey basically just challenged him to fatten him up.

"Give me a chance, little bun, and I will."

[pinkpastels113]

I'm holding up my hands like a little kid waiting for candy and am asking for some more vamp!chloe beale headcanons pretty please

PHEW the way i saved this ask for last bc i am READY to give you a lil treat rolo (im so glad there's people also feral for vamp!chloe):

inspired from cheapthrillsbeca's fic(s)

chloe can tell how the person that she's drinking the blood from is feeling. like if they're scared, horny, on cloud nine, etc

chloe can walk in the daylight. "evolution" is the best response HAHA cuz like dude it's the 21st century come on now-

(but maybe she would need like high spf sunscreen or an umbrella or shades or something if she has a beach day or anything like that where she would be in harsh direct sunlight for long periods of time, otherwise she would get vampire sunburn/major headache if not)

she CAN drink human blood and it DOES taste amazing to her but she usually drinks animal blood unless someone specifically requests to be bitten and drank from (but more about this below)

they def (bechloe) have HEAVY make-out sessions/rut when she drinks from beca ADFGHJSK and beca is desperate/horny for it

chloe doesn't need human food to survive. i think it's kind of like. a snack sorta thing for her. like a kitkat. like you cant get full from it but you can enjoy the taste and share the activity (eating human food) with friends and catch up w them

OKAY MY OWN

vampires are inherently sexual and hot. i personally believe that in order for them to "allure" their "prey" they have to have some kind of strong pull of attraction radiating from them, almost magnetic, esp towards people that they also find attractive, so that it makes it easier to... yknow :)

even tho it was mainly for pp spookfest my fic implies that chloe has this. like. hunger on halloween every year for human blood. bc like that line from hocus pocus: "halloween is the one night of the year where the spirits of the dead can return to earth", and like. y'know? the one night of the year where chloe feels particularly inhuman/undead ig. she becomes a tiny bit feral (kind of like the vampire version of hangry for us)

(beca counts the days down till halloween for this reason^^)

her fangs don't exactly retract? or protrude. they just sort of sit there in her mouth. but they extend and become sharper when drinking human blood. or when she wants to. (bc just bc she won't until she gets consent or when it's halloween and she needs it doesn't mean that she doesn't crave it from time to time lmao.) like basically her fangs are just sharper than her surrounding teeth (i have two teeth that are sharper than the others lmao so this is not that farfetched) but it's not super noticeable until you get really close but they will become even pointy-er and longer when she's drinking/thinking about drinking (for those hazbin hotel watchers out there this is the same concept as charlie shifting into demon mode whenever she's super mad, upset, frustrated, and im assuming Excited as well :))

oh also her eyes kind of shine when the whole fang thing happens

havent decided when she's Turned yet but hmm 1970s? during the wars? what do we think yall

super flirty bc "they won't last anyway so might as well as fun while they do" and "i'll outlive them so might as well fill every second with love" kinda thing. but then beca comes alongg teehee

that's it for now!! but open to thinking more about it :33

[sl33paholics]

Forever Banished In The Shadows

A little drabble for my cutie patootie, Jonathan ❤️ (okay as I post this, this is wayyy longer than I expected lol)

Warning(s): mentions of blood and gore, emotional distress, Dio Brando, references to cannibalism, jojo being driven to insanity in general

He should've been stronger.

He should've been wiser.

Succumbing to his loss against his vampiric-turned adoptive brother, Dio, Jonathan was ready to die in a pool of his own blood and be torn apart by his vampire brethren he would have welcomed the pain if it meant getting rid of his agony and tormenting his foes until they were all gone from his life. If anything, the battle between them made him fight harder so he wouldn't have to look at his brother's twisted face. Dio's eyes held no pity for Jonathan. Instead, they were filled with satisfaction and disgust.

Although, Dio took pity on the man. How rare. To see the man he's been dedicated to take down and overthrown, now in front of him bleeding out and the life in his eyes slowly fading away, even if Jonathan looked like such an arrogant cockroach that Dio wouldn't hesitate to crush him. He almost felt bad about it. Almost. After all, his brother has never cared for people outside of himself and what he could do for himself.

As if his life was beginning to flash before his eyes, Dio rammed the stone mask onto Jonathan's face as the blue haired male felt the familiar cold metal touching his skin, and piercing through his skull making it impossible for him to remove, or escape.

That was the moment where the heroine, Jonathan Joestar, died.

It had been months since that incident. The blue haired man is now a slave to his brother, Dio. The horrific moments he'd seen of the abuse of the stone mask being used onto others, seeing them become mindless victims and monsters without a will of their own. Doing awful deeds to the innocent and causing havoc in the town.

The way he'd see his brother suck the blood of women. Seeing their half naked bodies with dark, gaping bloody holes in their necks as they laid on the floor dead, or even throwing them and having those mutated animals feast on them as if they were nothing but prey waiting for their master to be done with them.

Jonathan felt trapped. Well, he is.

He could no longer eat human food, the need for hunger is no longer there and being surrounded by those with such a rich scent of blood made the man want to drink it right from their veins and devour them all. His body craved the sweet taste of blood. Even when JoJo doesn't drink any, he finds himself wanting more of it. And when he doesn't get enough, he wants to kill them all. It felt like suicide. Destroying his body so others won't have to suffer his uncontrollable wrath.

That was until Dio got tired of him. He found no use of keeping a man who wasn't useful. So, he threw the poor soul into the streets, just to make sure that JoJo could not do anything anymore.

Jonathan had to fend for himself. Finding shelter was a living hell. He had to resort into cannibalism to survive. He didn't want to, he didn't know how or why, but every day he woke up in the middle of the night craving some fresh blood from strangers, Jonathan would immediately devour the person in one sitting. As soon as he finished the last drop, he would vomit his guts out.

It felt wrong. JoJo was frightened of himself.

Now, here he is, salivating heavily in front of a broken mirror as JoJo's body shivers, feeling the need to feed again, the urge that was becoming stronger and stronger each time. The thirst that Jonathan couldn't ignore. If he wanted to get enough blood to live a decent life, he had to find a way. But, how?

How did he survive before? There's no point in asking himself that question since he already knew.

By the door, his lover can only watch as they sob silently, the tears streaming freely down their face and didn't say anything, they only watched Jonathan struggle to keep himself together knowing how hard it is for him and that it's killing JoJo inside. They knew that he was doing this for a reason. To keep himself safe, to keep both of you safe watching the man cough up blood.

Jonathan promised himself he wouldn't become a blood thirsty freak like Dio or his men, but at what point can he restrain himself any longer? When will he stop fighting against nature? When will he finally succumb and give in to its call?

The answer, Jonathan knew, was very soon.

It had started with his lover.

[vaya-writes]

Serving the Serpent - AITA 3

A series of joke AITA posts that are about some of the antagonists in the Serving the Serpent universe. These are prompts and drabbles written for fun that reveal some key details of character back stories that might not otherwise be mentioned in the canon story.

This started off as a joke post - an "Am I The Asshole" prompt written to help me understand some of the antagonists in Serving the Serpent. Then the guy started having regrets, and it kind of turned into a journal entry. I like the descent from complete bigot who never questions himself to, 'holy shit I've lost a lot' this guy goes through. Still, the language is gross and potentially triggering, so please be mindful of tags.

Content Warnings: abduction and using a person as unconsenting bait for a monster, misogyny and objectification. Off screen background character death, brief mention of animal death, neither described in any detail (this piece deals with a literal animal predator). Brief mentions of food scarcity and one additional off screen death. 800 words. Divider by firefly-graphics. 

Previous

A monster started living in our territory so we used my adopted niece as unconsenting bait while our hunters tried to kill it. AITA   

An excerpt from [REDACTED]’s diary: 

XX/XX/XX 

Stella ‘Sister’ passed away last summer and things have only gotten harder from there. I haven’t had the time to find myself a wife so things around the home have become less homely. Briar  Stella’s daughter  ‘Niece’ knows how to keep the place clean, I suppose, but with the silence, it’s not the same.  

Things have gotten... bad. There is discontent among the people. Some of it comes from the church, which is frustrating. I don’t blame the men for being unhappy, what with so few resources to go around. But I do blame them for being so superstitious. You can’t spill a drink around here without somebody muttering that it’s an omen from the Serpent.  

Since when did we start caring for the Serpent? He’s barely more than a bedtime story we use to scare the children. He’s real, sure, but we live behind a palisade in the distant corner of his land. I sincerely doubt he’s out curdling the milk or spilling our drinks for spite. 

... 

Regardless. 

Things have been harder lately. Less food over the years. Not enough wild game come to our area anymore. (An omen, I’m sure.) Less forage too, since it’s too dangerous to stray far. Nobody wants to risk running into the natives. 

Yesterday we found the cause. Animal tracks. A carcass. 

There’s something else in the woods. Something that wasn’t here last year. And it’s been eating our prey.  

The men are torn on how to handle it.  

Part of me wants to play it safe. We could pull back. Change our territory. But then we run the risk of meeting the Others. Or moving to an area with even less food. Playing it safe might not be sustainable. 

The aggressive approach would be to hunt the beast. Reclaim our territory.  

But the hunters aren’t used to large prey. Dangerous prey. (prey that can hunt them back, prey that isn’t prey.) The state the deer carcass was in has got them spooked.  

Reginald ‘Priest’ suggested something outrageous. It’s not like he’s ever picked up a spear, and I wish he’d kept his mouth shut. But folks are clinging to his suggestion like it’s the best thing they ever heard.  

Regi ‘Priest’ suggested we use one of our own as lure, hide ourselves, and then kill the creature when its attention is focused on the bait.  

How would that even work? Where would the hunters hide? Up in trees like the damn Others? We are working from foot prints and claw marks, we don’t even know what kind of creature we’d be hunting! How can we deceive a beast when we don’t even know by what senses it hunts? 

Who would volunteer for such a job?  

Ugh. The whole situation has left me exasperated. I wish I could just ignore it. 

XX/XX/XX 

I was outvoted.  

I’m trying not to be bitter about it. My word should be law, but Reginald has gotten his hooks into everyone. We haven’t gotten along since Stella adopted the child, and I think he wanted to use this as an opportunity to spite me.  

They’re going to use Briar. And there’s little I can say to convince them otherwise. 

XX/XX/XX 

It went to shit. Of course it did.  

Two hunters made it back alive.  

Two.  

Out of twelve.  

The monster found them before it even got to Briar the bait. A monstrosity with the size and claws of a bear, beaked and feathered like a flightless bird. I shudder to think of where it came from. If there’ll be more. 

Stella’s daughter will be killed sacrificed for nothing. Nobody is willing to go back out there any time soon. 

XX/XX/XX 

We recovered the bodies today. Part of me wanted to enjoy the look on Reginald’s face during the burials. The rest of me was too distracted. 

The creature is dead. Its carcass slumped over the slab of rock where we’d left my niece. 

The remaining hunters can’t make any sense of the tracks in the clearing. Something happened. Obviously. But they don’t know what.  

At least, that’s what we’ve told everyone. Reginald included. 

It seems at least one of the hunters are back on my side again, because Percy told me in person (away from the church’s prying eyes) that there was one glaring thing he noticed. That some of the tracks in the dirt belong to one particular species of Other. 

The Serpent has visited our corner of the woods. 

There’s the other thing, too.  

‘Thing,’ I write, as if it were a casual affair... 

Briar is gone.  

(And with her the last of Stella.) I don’t know if I should be filled with regret or relief. 

[bubblespalace]

My Original Character in Diabolik Lovers//💋🤍🕊️

TW// mentions of not having enough food or rest.

🩸Name: Bella Wayland

🥀Race: Nephilm: Half angel, Half human.

🕊️Age:19

🌬️Appearance: Bella has super long, curly black hair. She's always super pale and thin because she doesn't have time to eat. She wears a black dress, fit for battle and is always carrying knifes and daggers on her that are marked with runes to help her kill demons. She's tall, 5'9, which makes her intimidating. She has golden eyes, that shine in the light. Strong Italian accent, and speaks Italian and English.

🖤Personality: Calm, Intelligent, Powerful, Cocky, Flirty, Focused, and Caring all at once. She really is good at matching other people's energy. She's an ambivert. She's very closed off around people and doesn't trust easily.

🤍What she calls the diaboys: Shu-Golden Boy/Shoe, Reiji-Four Eyes/Smartie, Ayato-Christmas Eve, Kanato-Puppeteer/Kid, Laito-Christmas, Subaru-Car/Emo

🌹About/Backround: Bella was raised in the beautiful city of Idris until the Circle attacked the Nephilms leaders, The Clave. Her parents died in the battle and she was taken in by a man, who started her harsh training her when she was only two years old. However, her father was a bad man, he was the Leader of The Circle, Valentine Morganstern. She changed her last name to Wayland to separate herself from him.

-Bella and John, her mentor, moved to Milan. She lives in the Milan Institute for Shadowhunters when she is not battling demons. She is one of the strongest Shadowhunters to exist, due to the fact that she has extra angel blood.

-Due to this, she is severely overworked by The Clave. She is used to only getting a meal a week and not getting a lot of sleep. She doesn't know what a lot of things for leisure are, like movies and TV shows. But she knows music because she has had to go to an opera undercover more than once.

-She's been fighting almost all her life. She's very hardcore and doesn't really even know the definition of the word "relax".

-Because she has strong angel blood, her blood is some of the best tasting on Earth. It can also give vampires special abilities, like being able to use runes. It can also enhance the abilities they already have. That's why she is weary of vampires. She doesn't want them to drink her blood and go power-crazy.

-Men fall for her left and right because of her mysterious ways. She's used to having to deal with simps.

💌How she met The Sakamaki Brothers.

-Bella was on a mission in Japan, trying to kill a wanted demon, when she stumbled onto their property accidentally. She ran into Kanato, who smelt her blood quickly and knew just what she was.

"Ah, Teddy? Do you smell how sweet her blood is? I'm quite tempted to take a bite... But then I would ruin her porcelain skin... Fufu... What a shame, I might just have to drain you first, then make you into my new doll."

-It was then that Bella realized he was a vampire. Bella fought Kanato off well until Subaru walked out of his rose garden to see what all the yelling was about.

"Tch, found a new prey, haven't you Kanato-kun? She looks like a Nephilim... She better taste good."

-Bella was malnourished at the time. She may have been strong enough to fight Kanato, but Subaru knocked her out in 30 seconds flat. They dragged her inside and brought her to the living room. Shu, who was lying on the couch as always, opened one eye and glanced at her and the other two men. He seemed almost shocked by how pretty she was. He closed his eyes again.

"As long as she's not noisy, but Reiji might take an interest in her, he's always wanted to experiment on a Shadowhunter before."

-Then, Ayato and Laito walked in, probably on their way back from Yui's room. Laito looked at the passed-out woman in Subaru's arms.

"Fufu, she's quite pretty Subaru-kun~ I might just steal her from you~ Her blood smells delicious."

-Subaru blushed and studdered out his tsundere response. and set her down in the other armchair. Ayato looked at her closely, smirking.

"Tch, she isn't flat like Chichinashi, that's for sure. She's at least a C."

-Reiji walked out of the shadows, looking annoyed because of another unannounced guest, but he perked up when he realized she was of angel blood.

"Although she is trespassing, I suppose we can keep her, but she will be on thin ice."

Bella soon learns that these are The Sakamaki Brothers. When she does, she knows better than to run for it quickly. She's buying her time, when she sees the right moment, she will escape.

She makes friends with Yui, who becomes like a little sister to her, she always directs the boys away from her when she can. However, she may start falling for the six vampires in the process, and they might start falling for her.

🤍🥀

[gensokyogains]

Oki... I have... A personal request..........

Sakuya proving that her size has not caused her to neglect her particular variety of inhumanity...

(A bit dark as a warning, buuuut...)

Catching prey the way she used to wasn't possible anymore. Remilia had always said food prepared in frozen time tasted poorly, so Sakuya had typically hunted prey actively. She would track them down, through narrow alleys and dark streets, striking when they were alone. However, as the pounds piled on and taking a single step proved challenging, that was no longer an option.

Instead, the easier way was to put on an act. Pretending to be flirtacious and easy, the enormous girl would spend her evenings at bars across the village, searching for anyone interested in her overblown figure. She would trade drinks, pass along secrets, and feign a rising interest in whoever was courting her.

It was easy to pretend to be embarrassed over her size, brushing away compliments with just the right amount of tact. How could they like someone that sat across four bar stools at once? Who would be attracted to a gut that filled her lap and spilled past her knees? Would anyone think well of a girl that had thighs heavier than her date?

Her prey would stay interested, insisting her was gorgeous, wanting to prove that they were speaking the truth. All she had to do was ask them show her how they felt, and their fate was sealed.

It would be a long and slow process to lead her back to their home, but Sakuya would oblige. The difficulty she had walking was the only part of this show that wasn't an act, her buried knees struggling under her enormous heft. She would squeeze through their front door, following them to their living room.

She would act shocked an embarrassed as they brought her food, asking if they really wanted her bigger. In the end, she'd eat, blushing and moaning as she was fed. Keeping herself near to their furniture, she'd eventually drag them both to the floor. Stuffed and glutted, she'd let them keep pushing whatever food they had at hand past her lips, all as she got into position.

She'd moan, squirm, and pin them beneath her, gut weighing on their torso, fat ass and legs burying the rest of them. Her heft would crush them slowly, pinning them down as her love handles spilled over their arms, shoving them to the floor.

They wouldn't have time to notice her face go slack, or even feel the knife pierce the base of their skull. A cold, efficient kill that left no struggle, meaning the meat wouldn't spoil at all. The clean cut was easily bandaged, and it would keep far better than her previous methods of killing had done.

Though it might take her a few hours to get off the floor, she does have one more task to finish before heading home back to Remilia with her prize.

...

Those cabinets are still full of snacks...

[vorish-wonderland]

Floyd is upset, bored, and hungry. Riddle just made a replica of an old shrinking potion from the Queendom of Hearts. What could possibly go wrong?

Includes: soft/safe vore, Floyd being himself, unwilling prey

✮✶Let's Play Hide & Seek~!✶✮

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Jade and Azul have very strange ways of punishing Floyd sometimes.

He ate some food he wasn't supposed to, so you know what they made him do? They made him stand perfectly still for two hours while holding plates of food in both hands, and everytime he made a movement the timer reset.

So now, he was upset, bored, and hungry.

And then, he realized exactly how he can kick this boredom!

"I'll go talk with Goldfishie! That'll be fun!"

Meanwhile, Riddle was trying to study something, just trying to get his work done.

Studying in the library is usually quite peaceful. Right now, he's studying early potions. The one he's currently attempting to replicate was first documented in the Queen Of Hearts' domain, a clear and tasteless liquid in a bottle with no label other than "Drink Me". It's said that whoever drank it would shrink immediately.

Now he just needs someone to test it on...

"Hey Goldfishie~!!"

Oh dear Seven.

"Goldfish, Goldfish, Go~old~fish~ie~!" Riddle sighed in annoyance. Floyd is the last person he wants to be around him while he has an experimental potion with him. "Hey hey, what are you doing right now?"

Then, Riddle had a good idea.

"Well, Floyd, I was just about to test this potion I made! Would you mind drinking it for me?" Riddle asked, a forced smile on his face.

"Sure, I guess. But only if you give me food after, I'm really hungry..."

"Of course, that can be arranged."

Floyd grabbed the small vial and poured the liquid into his mouth. He swished it around for a bit, before looking like he got an idea.

He grabbed Riddle's face, and kissed him directly on the lips.

Riddle was surprised. Not only by the sudden kiss, but also by the rush of liquid entering his mouth.

Riddle swallowed without thinking.

"Agh- What was that for, Floyd?!" Riddle angrily asked.

"I thought it'd be more fun to see your potion used on you~!" Floyd said, a wide smile on his face.

It was a slow process. Riddle got smaller, smaller, smaller... as Riddle shrunk, Floyd's mouth was starting to water.

"Like I said, Goldfishie, I'm feelin' hungry~ And you, lookit you! You're so small and cute, why I could just eat you up right now~!" Floyd licked his lips. "But that's no fun, is it? So Goldfishie, I think I have a fun idea... why don't we play hide and seek~?"

"H...hide and seek...?" Riddle cautiously asked. He finally stopped shrinking, and he was now about the size of a large goldfish.

"Yeah! You hide, and I try to find ya!" Floyd explained, a smile on his face. "If you win and I don't find you, then... ehehe... I won't eat you~!"

Floyd crouched down to Riddle's level as his stomach growled.

"I'll give you 30 seconds to hide, Goldfishie~"

Floyd closed his eyes, and started his countdown.

Riddle had no idea where he could hide. Of course he'd much rather not play along with Floyd's games, but what other choice does he have in this scenario?!

Riddle jumped down from the chair he had been standing on. It hurt his legs when he landed on the floor, but thankfully not enough to keep him from trying to hide.

There's a book lying page-down on the floor over there! He could probably hide under that, right?!

Riddle ran as fast as he could towards the book. He tried his best to lift the book so he could hide under it, but it was so... heavy at this tiny size.

"Ten seconds Goldfish! Better have a good hiding spot!"

In a panic, Riddle got down on the floor and army-crawled under the pages of the book, hopefully that'll hide him well enough.

"Eh, it's close enough to zero. Ready or not, here I come~!!"

Riddle's heart was beating out of his chest. He knew that Floyd wasn't lying or joking, he's seen Floyd eat people before. Seeing that was like a scene straight out of one of those horror movies he's seen Ace watch. The sounds, oh Seven, the sounds. Muffled begging for help and mercy mixed with squishing and gurgling and... oh, it was terrifying to watch. And sure, Riddle always saw those people completely safe and unharmed the next day, but... still, it's horrifying to think about.

"Hmm... where are you, Goldfish~?"

Floyd's eyes darted over to the book on the floor.

"You're really bad at hiding, you know that~?" Floyd asked, causing Riddle's heart to drop. "Then again, maybe I just have an unfair advantage." Floyd picked the book up off the floor, to find Riddle's tiny trembling frame. "Us morays have a heightened sense of smell, for hunting purposes... you actually smell really nice! Like roses... I wonder what Goldfishie will taste like~!"

Floyd grabbed Riddle by the leg, and picked him up off the floor. Riddle was pulled through the air, now dangling precariously above Floyd's open mouth.

"Floyd... you can't be serious about this... r-right...?" Riddle nervously asked.

"Hm? 'Course I am! I'm real hungry, y'know~ And you happen to be the perfect size~!" Floyd giggled to himself.

"No no! I-I'm still too big! There's no way you can eat me without choking!" Riddle desperately yelled, even though he knew that wasn't true.

"My throat and stomach are pretty stretchy, actually~! I'm sure you know I've eaten full-sized humans before, y'know, as a punishment for contract breakers... something as small as you won't be a problem at all~!"

And then, he dropped him.

Floyd played around with his defenseless little Goldfish. He swished him around, pressed him against the roof of his mouth, teased him with his razor sharp teeth, tasted every last inch of his body...

And then, he swallowed.

It took a few tries to get all of him down, but eventually, that poor little Goldfish was sent sliding down his throat.

Riddle was not having a good day.

He was large enough to make a small bulge in Floyd's middle, but thankfully (for Floyd, not so much for Riddle) not enough to be seen without his shirt off.

He contently laid down on the floor of the library, a hand on his stomach, a blush on his face as Riddle tried to move around.

"FLOYD, GET ME OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!" Riddle yelled, punching at the walls of Floyd's stomach.

"Ehe! That kinda tickles, Goldfishie~!" Floyd laughed. "And relaaaaax, you're safe in there."

"Safe? SAFE?! Do you not pay attention in biology classes?!" Riddle yelled.

"Merfolk biology's a lot different than human biology, Goldfishie... just trust me, you'll be safe." Floyd explained. "I just wanted a snack. Ehehehe... and you filled me up perfectly, Goldfish~"

"You know, that's not exactly a very 'comforting' thing to say to someone you just ate." Riddle sarcastically said.

"Whatever. I hope you don't mind me keeping you inside me for a while, hehe, you just feel so good in there~ Maybe you should make a contract with Azul! I sure would love for you to break contract so I get to eat you again~!" Floyd happily said.

"I personally never want to go through this again. It's uncomfortable, tight, hot, and very wet." Riddle pouted.

"Oh shush, it's not that bad. Now stop complaining, just let us both relax~"

Riddle sighed.

There's not exactly anything he can do about this.

He'll have to find some way to get back at Floyd for this some day, but for now...

It's probably best to just give Floyd what he wants. Who knows what he'll do if not...

[thekrows-nest]

Dear Wimdy, I have come with a question for you (related to Krow)

What would Vampire!Krow be like? Little Pointers (if needed!): - Would his appearance change in any way? - Would he bite/feed (from) Dove? - How low or High would his need for Blood be? - Would his personality be influenced by this and change in any way? - Would he still paint?

Oh boy another au ask. Okay, let me see...

I'm gonna go with the idea that he was recently turned, as opposed to being like, a century old or something (I'm able to better keep some things with his backstory easier, also recent turned vampires don't get a lot of love). It'll also be somewhat of an opportunity to go into how I like to personally do vampires. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ So if things seem different than how you usually know vampires, that is why.

Read more since it's gotten a lil long and I really need to try to remember to do that more when I ramble. m,fvnb;xkf

- Would his appearance change in any way? No it really wouldn't. Vampires need to blend in with humans as much as possible, since that is their main prey (however, animals and their blood will do as well). But, if a vampire manages to live a while, their appearance does slowly change over time, and their feeding face becomes more monstrous. The key word is 'if' though. Most vampires just... do not make it past a couple centuries...

- Would he bite/feed (from) Dove? Again like in canon, he'd only bite (and thus feed) from Dove if he had their explicit permission to. If they don't want him feeding from them, he won't do it, even in his more 'unhinged' state.

- How low or high would his need for Blood be? He'd be a recent turnee (at most within the past couple years), so he'd still be retaining a great deal of his humanity and thus wouldn't have as high of a lust for blood. He still needs to subsist off of blood like any other vampire though. He tends to feed off of just... rando's, and he tries to be careful not to needlessly kill anyone. Also no, a single bite wouldn't turn anyone. It is much more of an involved process to make a vampire.

- Would his personality be influenced by this and change in any way? A very good question. The bulk of his personality would remain the same, but I think in a sense vampirism would... kind of make him more depressed. He can't go out in the day/sun any more. He can't eat normal food or drink any more (he's tried, it tastes awful no matter what it is, and soon after vomits it back up violently), and basically having a near constant voice in the back of your head to just kill and feast on every single person you go by is... maddening to say the least (remember what I said about how much don't make it a century or two?) Sure he might have some neat little abilities no human could ever do, but it isn't at all worth the trade off in losing sunlight, food and other things thinks Krow.

- Would he still paint? Before meeting Dove, yes, he would try to but... not have much success, like in canon. He would still try to do other art as well. But again, not much success. Similar to canon, meeting Dove would be a beacon of hope for him, but twofold in this au's case. Both inspiring him as an artist, but further inspiration to try and deal with his vampirism for the sake of Dove.

Oh and fun tidbit. Yes, he would still have the color changing eyes like in canon, so yes he'd still have the jealousy issues. But now he's a vampire so... Good luck Dove.

EDIT: this is all old before I had the other vampire Krow stuff but I'll still keep this for funsies. But this all isn't exactly canon for the vampire!Krow au

[whumpninja]

I’m having so much fun using these as an excuse to fill in backstory for some of my existing OCs. It just works so well. This piece uses OCs from my story The Coven- it’s set about a century before the main story, in 1600s Ottoman-era Greece.

Whumptober taglist: @whumperofworlds (let me know if I should keep tagging you in these or not, I wasn’t sure!)

The Coven taglist: @fabled-whump @scatteriskity @ba-bhump

Prompt used: Whumptober, “It’s us or them.”

Featuring: betrayal, human sacrifice (but it ends well!), vampires before vampires exist also you can fight me on this but vrykolakas do NOT count as proper vampires, humans viewed as prey and discussions about that

Whumptober Day Seven: moonflower

"Are you going to kill me?" the girl asked. She said it bluntly, and try as she might Iolanthe could not detect a trace of fear in her voice.

Iolanthe tested the sharpness of the girl's own dagger against her thumb. It slit the skin with a mere touch, and a bead of thick, tarry blood welled up to drip onto the sand. Hmm. Good weapon.

"I haven't decided yet," she answered. "I could."

"I know," the girl replied.

Iolanthe took the dagger and cut the ropes binding her. "Aren't you afraid I'll run?" she asked.

"If you do, I can stop you." Iolanthe let a few flickers of her magic weave between her fingers before she clenched her fist to snuff it out. "I want to talk to you before I decide what to do with you."

The girl eyed her strangely, then sat down crosslegged right there on the beach. "All right. Talk."

A half-smile lifted one side of Iolanthe's face. She sat down next to the girl, leaning back against a stone. "Do you know what I am?" she asked.

"A demon."

Iolanthe laughed aloud at that. "I suppose in some respects, I am. But no, child, I am not a demoness. I am vampiros."

"What is that?" The girl stared into her face, and now Iolanthe could see the fear hidden deep within her. She was impressed that the girl hid it so well. Usually she could taste it on her tributes before they were even given to her.

"It means that once I was very much like you," she answers. "And then I was not."

"You are still a monster, though. Aren't you?"

"Did Kostas tell you that?"

The girl scowled at the mention of the village elder who had offered her to Iolanthe in exchange for protection for the rest of his people. "He didn't have to. I know you eat humans. Of course you are a monster."

"I drink them, actually. Their blood. I have no use for the rest of them." Iolanthe waved a dismissive hand. "Have you ever been hunting before, child?"

"I am not a child. And yes, I have."

"Are you a monster for killing rabbits and such for food?" Iolanthe searched the girl's face and saw the questions there. "There is no difference. You need meat, and so you take it from creatures that are meant to be your food. I need blood, and so I take it from the same." She took the girl's chin in her hand, turning it towards her. "Do you see now?"

The girl jerked her chin away. "So I am the rabbit."

"No, I think I would like you to be the hunter." Iolanthe did not know exactly when she had decided it, but she had. "You saw for yourself how easily humans will betray their own kind. Kostas gave you up without a thought- I think you have caused some trouble for him, have you not?"

"I can fight," the girl replies, and then, with a slight smirk, "Better than he can."

"So he got rid of you. Humans are like that. They decide they do not want you, and so they throw you out. Give you to monsters like me." Iolanthe moved to the girl's side, whispering in her ear. "Sometimes that's only how more monsters are made."

"What are you saying?" the girl asked in an equally low voice.

"I do not always kill the people Kostas and others like him try to feed to me," Iolanthe answered. "Sometimes, if there is one that catches my attention, I change them. Into something like me."

"Vampiros."

"Yes."

"Why?" the girl asked bluntly. She was a blunt sort of person. Iolanthe liked those kind.

"Because I believe you can understand." Iolanthe reached out to cup the girl's cheek. "You saw for yourself what your kind is like. Selfish. Greedy. Willing to betray their own if it saves themselves. Willing to kill to save their own lives. The only reason they haven't killed me is because they don't know how. But when they learn, I will no longer have tribute and fear. I will have hunters and chases and death, eventually. Again." She smiled. "It is us or them. I would like to make you one of us, because you are too strong to be one of them."

The girl was silent for a long moment. "All right," she said quietly.

"It is not an easy existence," Iolanthe warned. "I will teach you what I can, but it will not be enough. You will be hunted. And you will have to kill."

"I've killed before."

"This will be different. You will have to kill simply to stay alive. You must turn your back on everyone you know. Can you do that?"

The girl nodded, her eyes alight with a new spark.

"You will have to change." Iolanthe reached for her hand. "Becoming a vampiros is all change. Your identity, your body...your name. What is yours?"

"Tasoula," the girl told her.

"No longer. I will give you a new name, just as I received when I was changed." Iolanthe gazed up at the full moon. "I will call you after the moon goddess. You will no longer be Tasoula of the mortals. You will be Selene of the vampiros." She leaned close to whisper in her ear again. "Always remember that it was humans who tried to sacrifice you. They wanted you to die. You will die. And you will keep coming back." Iolanthe looked deep into Selene's dark eyes. "Remember what they are to you. You are not part of them. They are rabbits. You are a hunter." She smiled. "You will have to kill before the next sunrise. I think Kostas has been allowed to live long enough, don't you, Selene?"

In answer, Selene reached out and took the dagger from Iolanthe's hand. "Yes," she snarled, and Iolanthe knew that this girl would embrace the change, embrace the hunt. "I do."