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mostlysignssomeportents · 9 months ago

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Lina Khan’s future is the future of the Democratic Party — and America

On OCTOBER 23 at 7PM, I'll be in DECATUR, presenting my novel THE BEZZLE at EAGLE EYE BOOKS.

On the one hand, the anti-monopoly movement has a future no matter who wins the 2024 election – that's true even if Kamala Harris wins but heeds the calls from billionaire donors to fire Lina Khan and her fellow trustbusters.

In part, that's because US antitrust laws have broad "private rights of action" that allow individuals and companies to sue one another for monopolistic conduct, even if top government officials are turning a blind eye. It's true that from the Reagan era to the Biden era, these private suits were few and far between, and the cases that were brought often died in a federal courtroom. But the past four years has seen a resurgence of antitrust rage that runs from left to right, and from individuals to the C-suites of big companies, driving a wave of private cases that are prevailing in the courts, upending the pro-monopoly precedents that billionaires procured by offering free "continuing education" antitrust training to 40% of the Federal judiciary:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/08/13/post-bork-era/#manne-down

It's amazing to see the DoJ racking up huge wins against Google's monopolistic conduct, sure, but first blood went to Epic, who won a historic victory over Google in federal court six months before the DoJ's win, which led to the court ordering Google to open up its app store:

https://www.theverge.com/policy/2024/10/7/24243316/epic-google-permanent-injunction-ruling-third-party-stores

Google's 30% App Tax is a giant drag on all kinds of sectors, as is its veto over which software Android users get to see, so Epic's win is going to dramatically alter the situation for all kinds of activities, from beleaguered indie game devs:

https://antiidlereborn.com/news/

To the entire news sector:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2023/06/save-news-we-must-open-app-stores

Private antitrust cases have attracted some very surprising plaintiffs, like Michael Jordan, whose long policy of apoliticism crumbled once he bought a NASCAR team and lived through the monopoly abuses of sports leagues as an owner, not a player:

https://www.thebignewsletter.com/p/michael-jordan-anti-monopolist

A much weirder and more unlikely antitrust plaintiff than Michael Jordan is Google, the perennial antitrust defendant. Google has brought a complaint against Microsoft in the EU, based on Microsoft's extremely ugly monopolistic cloud business:

https://www.reuters.com/technology/google-files-complaint-eu-over-microsoft-cloud-practices-2024-09-25/

Google's choice of venue here highlights another reason to think that the antitrust surge will continue irrespective of US politics: antitrust is global. Antitrust fervor has seized governments from the UK to the EU to South Korea to Japan. All of those countries have extremely similar antitrust laws, because they all had their statute books overhauled by US technocrats as part of the Marshall Plan, so they have the same statutory tools as the American trustbusters who dismantled Standard Oil and AT&T, and who are making ready to shatter Google into several competing businesses:

https://www.theverge.com/2024/10/8/24265832/google-search-antitrust-remedies-framework-android-chrome-play

Antitrust fever has spread to Canada, Australia, and even China, where the Cyberspace Directive bans Chinese tech giants from breaking interoperability to freeze out Chinese startups. Anything that can't go on forever eventually stops, and the cost of 40 years of pro-monopoly can't be ignored. Monopolies make the whole world more brittle, even as the cost of that brittleness mounts. It's hard to pretend monopolies are fine when a single hurricane can wipe out the entire country's supply of IV fluid – again:

https://prospect.org/health/2024-10-11-cant-believe-im-writing-about-iv-fluid-again/

What's more, the conduct of global monopolists is the same in every country where they have taken hold, which means that trustbusters in the EU can use the UK Digital Markets Unit's report on the mobile app market as a roadmap for their enforcement actions against Apple:

https://assets.publishing.service.gov.uk/media/63f61bc0d3bf7f62e8c34a02/Mobile_Ecosystems_Final_Report_amended_2.pdf

And then the South Korean and Japanese trustbusters can translate the court documents from the EU's enforcement action and use them to score victories over Apple in their own courts:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/10/an-injury-to-one/#is-an-injury-to-all

So on the one hand, the trustbusting wave will continue erode the foundations of global monopolies, no matter what happens after this election. But on the other hand, if Harris wins and then fires Biden's top trustbusters to appease her billionaire donors, things are going to get ugly.

A new, excellent long-form Bloomberg article by Josh Eidelson and Max Chafkin gives a sense of the battle raging just below the surface of the Democratic Power, built around a superb interview with Khan herself:

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/features/2024-10-09/lina-khan-on-a-second-ftc-term-ai-price-gouging-data-privacy

The article begins with a litany of tech billionaires who've gone an all-out, public assault on Khan's leadership – billionaires who stand to personally lose hundreds of millions of dollars from her agency's principled, vital antitrust work, but who cloak their objection to Khan in rhetoric about defending the American economy. In public, some of these billionaires are icily polite, but many of them degenerate into frothing, toddler-grade name-calling, like IAB's Barry Diller, who called her a "dope" and Musk lickspittle Jason Calacanis, who called her an all-caps COMMUNIST and a LUNATIC.

The overall vibe from these wreckers? "How dare the FTC do things?!"

And you know, they have a point. For decades, the FTC was – in the quoted words of Tim Wu – "a very hardworking agency that did nothing." This was the period when the FTC targeted low-level scammers while turning a blind eye to the monsters that were devouring the US economy. In part, that was because the FTC had been starved of budget, trapping them in a cycle of racking up easy, largely pointless "wins" against penny-ante grifters to justify their existence, but never to the extent that Congress would apportion them the funds to tackle the really serious cases (if this sounds familiar, it's also the what happened during the long period when the IRS chased middle class taxpayers over minor filing errors, while ignoring the billionaires and giant corporations that engaged in 7- and 8-figure tax scams).

But the FTC wasn't merely underfunded: it was timid. The FTC has extremely broad enforcement and rulemaking powers, which most sat dormant during the neoliberal era:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/10/the-courage-to-govern/#whos-in-charge

The Biden administration didn't merely increase the FTC's funding: in choosing Khan to helm the organization, they brought onboard a skilled technician, who was both well-versed in the extensive but unused powers of the agency and determined to use them:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/18/administrative-competence/#i-know-stuff

But Khan's didn't just rely on technical chops and resources to begin the de-olicharchification of the US economy: she built a three-legged stool, whose third leg is narrative. Khan's signature is her in-person and remote "listening tours," where workers who've been harmed by corporate power get to tell their stories. Bloomberg recounts the story of Deborah Brantley, who was sexually harassed and threatened by her bosses at Kavasutra North Palm Beach. Brantley's bosses touched her inappropriately and "joked" about drugging her and raping her so she "won’t be such a bitch and then maybe people would like you more."

When Brantley finally quit and took a job bartending at a different business, Kavasutra sued her over her noncompete clause, alleging an "irreparable injury" sustained by having one of their former employees working at another business, seeking damages and fees.

The vast majority of the 30 million American workers who labor under noncompetes are like Brantley, low-waged service workers, especially at fast-food restaurants (so Wendy's franchisees can stop minimum wage cashiers from earning $0.25/hour more flipping burgers at a nearby McDonald's). The donor-class indenturers who defend noncompetes claim that noncompetes are necessary to protect "innovative" businesses from losing their "IP." But of course, the one state where no workers are subject to noncompetes is California, which bans them outright – the state that is also home to Silicon Valley, an IP-heave industry that the same billionaires laud for its innovations.

After that listening tour, Khan's FTC banned noncompetes nationwide:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/25/capri-v-tapestry/#aiming-at-dollars-not-men

Only to have a federal judge in Texas throw out their ban, a move that will see $300b/year transfered from workers to shareholders, and block the formation of 8,500 new US businesses every year:

https://www.npr.org/2024/08/21/g-s1-18376/federal-judge-tosses-ftc-noncompetes-ban

Notwithstanding court victories like Epic v Google and DoJ v Google, America's oligarchs have the courts on their side, thanks to decades of court-packing planned by the Federalist Society and executed by Senate Republicans and Reagan, Bush I, Bush II, and Trump. Khan understands this; she told Bloomberg that she's a "close student" of the tactics Reagan used to transform American society, admiring his effectiveness while hating his results. Like other transformative presidents, good and bad, Reagan had to fight the judiciary and entrenched institutions (as did FDR and Lincoln). Erasing Reagan's legacy is a long-term project, a battle of inches that will involve mustering broad political support for the cause of a freer, more equal America.

Neither Biden nor Khan are responsible for the groundswell of US – and global – movement to euthanize our rentier overlords. This is a moment whose time has come; a fact demonstrated by the tens of thousands of working Americans who filled the FTC's noncompete docket with outraged comments. People understand that corporate looters – not "the economy" or "the forces of history" – are the reason that the businesses where they worked and shopped were destroyed by private equity goons who amassed intergenerational, dynastic fortunes by strip-mining the real economy and leaving behind rubble.

Like the billionaires publicly demanding that Harris fire Khan, private equity bosses can't stop making tone-deaf, guillotine-conjuring pronouncements about their own virtue and the righteousness of their businesses. They don't just want to destroy the world - they want to be praised for it:/p>

"Private equity’s been a great thing for America" -Stephen Pagliuca, co-chairman of Bain Capital;

"We are taught to judge the success of a society by how it deals with the least able, most vulnerable members of that society. Shouldn’t we judge a society by how they treat the most successful? Do we vilify, tax, expropriate and condemn those who have succeeded, or do we celebrate economic success as the engine that propels our society toward greater collective well-being?" -Marc Rowan, CEO of Apollo

"Achieve life-changing money and power," -Sachin Khajuria, former partner at Apollo

Meanwhile, the "buy, strip and flip" model continues to chew its way through America. When PE buys up all the treatment centers for kids with behavioral problems, they hack away at staffing and oversight, turning them into nightmares where kids are routinely abused, raped and murdered:

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/they-told-me-it-was-going-be-good-place-allega-tions-n987176

When PE buys up nursing homes, the same thing happens, with elderly residents left to sit in their own excrement and then die:

https://www.politico.com/news/magazine/2023/12/24/nursing-homes-private-equity-fraud-00132001

Writing in The Guardian, Alex Blasdel lays out the case for private equity as a kind of virus that infects economies, parasitically draining them of not just the capacity to provide goods and services, but also of the ability to govern themselves, as politicians and regulators are captured by the unfathomable sums that PE flushes into the political process:

https://www.theguardian.com/business/2024/oct/10/slash-and-burn-is-private-equity-out-of-control

Now, the average worker who's just lost their job may not understand "divi recaps" or "2-and-20" or "carried interest tax loopholes," but they do understand that something is deeply rotten in the world today.

What happens to that understanding is a matter of politics. The Republicans – firmly affiliated with, and beloved of, the wreckers – have chosen an easy path to capitalizing on the rising rage. All they need to do is convince the public that the system is irredeemably corrupt and that the government can't possibly fix anything (hence Reagan's asinine "joke": "the nine most terrifying words in the English language are: 'I'm from the Government, and I'm here to help'").

This is a very canny strategy. If you are the party of "governments are intrinsically corrupt and incompetent," then governing corruptly and incompetently proves your point. The GOP strategy is to create a nation of enraged nihilists who don't even imagine that the government could do something to hold their bosses to account – not for labor abuses, not for pollution, not for wage theft or bribery.

The fact that successive neoliberal governments – including Democratic administrations – acted time and again to bear out this hypothesis makes it easy for this kind of nihilism to take hold.

Far-right conspiracies about pharma bosses colluding with corrupt FDA officials to poison us with vaccines for profit owe their success to the lived experience of millions of Americans who lost loved ones to a conspiracy between pharma bosses and corrupt officials to poison us with opioids.

Unhinged beliefs that "they" caused the hurricanes tearing through Florida and Georgia and that Kamala Harris is capping compensation to people who lost their homes are only credible because of murderous Republican fumble during Katrina; and the larcenous collusion of Democrats to help banks steal Americans' homes during the foreclosure crisis, when Obama took Tim Geithner's advice to "foam the runway" with the mortgages of everyday Americans who'd been cheated by their banks:

https://www.salon.com/2014/05/14/this_man_made_millions_suffer_tim_geithners_sorry_legacy_on_housing/

If Harris gives in to billionaire donors and fires Khan and her fellow trustbusters, paving the way for more looting and scamming, the result will be more nihilism, which is to say, more electoral victories for the GOP. The "government can't do anything" party already exists. There are no votes to be gained by billing yourself as the "we also think governments can't do anything" party.

In other words, a world where Khan doesn't run the FTC is a world where antitrust continues to gain ground, but without taking Democrats with it. It's a world where nihilism wins.

There's factions of the Democratic Party who understand this. AOC warned party leaders that, "Anyone goes near Lina Khan and there will be an out and out brawl":

https://twitter.com/AOC/status/1844034727935988155

And Bernie Sanders called her "the best FTC Chair in modern history":

https://twitter.com/SenSanders/status/1843733298960576652

In other words: Lina Khan as a posse.

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/11/democracys-antitrust-paradox/#there-will-be-an-out-and-out-brawl

#pluralistic #ftc #lina khan #democratic party #elections #kamala harris #billionaires #trustbusting #competition #labor #noncompetes #silicon valley #aoc

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dakusan · 19 days ago

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📁 ASK D U M P 𓆩🩸𓆪 23 JUNE 2025

🩸 THE ALTAR IS WARM. TODAY'S ASK DUMP BEGINS.

You whispered into the void. I answered with fangs bared and hands blood-wet from dissecting your desires.

Today’s indulgence features vampire sugar highs, love-drunk delusions, ink on skin and hunger in veins, academic breakdowns, brat worship, and the kind of devotion that ruins you sweet. You asked for chaos. You’re getting kissed and killed in the same breath.

Lay back. Offer your throat. You know how this goes.

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🎀 ANON LOGGED: “I took a bullet for you, idiot, now say you love me before I die.”

🎀 anon, oh baby. You cooked, set the kitchen on fire, and then fed me the ashes—and i loved it. The vision is crystal clear, but you know what? We’re not doing the cheesy “throw-myself-in-front-of-you” trope like it’s a Hallmark adaptation with fangs. This is a vampire universe. We do angst with IQ. With blood. With consequences. So allow me to rewrite this chaos into something feral, logical, and absolutely unhinged.

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𖤐 Setting:

A clandestine black-market gala hosted by a medical-tech magnate—one of the few humans powerful enough to hold negotiations with Chan’s empire (LUXE / NOCTE LABS / ASHSUNE HOLDINGS). The location is neutral ground, secured by anti-vampire wards and surveillance scramblers. You’re there as his "human consultant" (but really because he can't go anywhere without keeping you in sensory range��not that he admits it).

𖤐 Relationship:

You and Chan? Wired wrong for each other. You argue, fight, push buttons, and yet—your blood only responds to him. And his pulse? Only spikes when you're near. He once called you a glitch in the matrix. You called him a walking extinction event in a three-piece suit. It's working, somehow.

You're pissed at him tonight—again. You argued in the car. Didn’t want to attend this gala, didn’t want to be on his leash. But he needed you close.

So you’re watching from a distance as Chan speaks to the host. Smiling with that false grin you hate. You sip your drink and freeze.

Something’s off. A movement in the corner. A glint from a cuff that isn’t regulation. The way the host’s heart rate just spiked for no reason.

You don’t think. You move. But not like a cliché heroine leaping in front of a bullet. No. You're smarter than that. You shout his name—loud enough to draw attention, hard enough to make him flinch. You throw your glass toward the target, shattering against the wall just as the gun is lifted.

That split second? That's all it takes.

The bullet meant for his brain misses. But a second one doesn’t. Because when Chan lunges toward you—thinking you’re in danger—you get clipped through the side. A high-velocity skim. But you're already falling.

Chan smells your blood before he sees it and then he erupts.

No hesitation. No negotiation. He kills the shooter mid-step. The sound of it makes the other guests scream. The smell of your blood makes Chan flicker.

His reflection glitches in the chrome. The veins in his face light up like static lightning. He is not stable.

And yet—he doesn’t bite you. He doesn’t run. He gathers you into his arms and runs to get you out.

At the hospital, it's chaos. You’re on the table. Nurses scrambling. Alarms screaming.

Chan is snarling at the surgical staff, covered in your blood. The only reason he hasn't turned the room into bone is because Felix is holding him back and Jisung is whispering “She’ll live, hyung. You have to let them work.”

They force him out.

And as soon as the door shuts—your body starts seizing from the trauma.

When you wake up, you’re intubated. Hands restrained to keep from ripping the tube out. Eyes open. Panic. You choke.

The nurse screams for a crash team. You flatline for a breath.

Felix—still in the room—calls Chan with shaking fingers. All he says is: “Hyung. She’s going. She’s—”

No more words. The line goes dead.

In that moment, the doors slam open. Chan is there in under ninety seconds. Eyes black, fangs exposed. “I told you,” he breathes as he sinks to your bedside. “You don’t get to leave me. Not like this. Not ever.”

You’re conscious just long enough to grab his shirt, eyes bleary.

“I meant it,” you whisper. “Earlier. I said it and I meant it.”

He stills. “…Said what?”

You smile—blood on your lips. “I love you. You psychotic, overprotective, arrogant son of a—”

MONITORS FLATLINE.

And he breaks. Not by screaming. Not by snarling. But by kissing your dying mouth like a man already mourning, bleeding into your mouth, knowing what that would do.

Chan turns you and you survive. Of course you do. Because this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning of something worse: a bond that’s now unstable. Fused by trauma. Heightened by rage.

You're his now. Fully. Even if you hate him for it. But oh… the sex after that? It's gonna be violent. It's gonna be obsessive. And it will never be soft again.

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🎀 anon? You gave me the bones. I gave you a massacre. Come back again 💋🦇

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❓ ANON LOGGED: “So like… are soulmates deluxe edition blood dolls or?”

OH HELLO ANON 🩸🖤. you’ve walked straight into the vortex—no map, no guide, just vibes and vampires with control issues. bless you

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❌ Q: Is there a big difference between a Blood Doll and a Soulmate?

🩸 A: NO. LMAOOO.

But also—yes, depending on who’s asking and who’s biting.

🔥 YOU CAN BE:

Just a Blood Doll → your blood is addictive, tailored, nourishing. You’re fed from. Maybe spoiled. Maybe used. Maybe loved. Maybe not.

Just a Soulmate → your soul is the perfect match, magnetic, fate-bound. Your presence stabilizes them. No blood necessary (but lmao it helps).

A Human Soulmate → rare. precious. soul-bonded without blood. But still... breakable. And you will be obsessed over.

A Blood Doll Soulmate → good luck. you are everything. you are their only meal. their only weakness. their ruin. You say jump? They say “will it save you?” You cry? They burn the city. You bleed? They bite like it’s the last supper.

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thank you sm for the ask, anon 🖤 your brain is deliciously curious and i love to see it. keep the questions coming, keep it messy, keep it bloody 💋🦇

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💕 LILLYMOCHILOVER LOGGED: “They see the bump and immediately start planning your entire future.”

OH LILLYMOCHILOVER 🩷 you absolute sweetheart—THANK YOU!! hearing you were giggling like an idiot? good. that was the goal 😌💅 because SKZ + pregnancy fluff is the serotonin shot we all need.

this is DEFINITELY becoming a SKZ x pregnancy mini series. Thank you for the love—and buckle in 💋🦇

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🦈 ANON LOGGED: “Fuck you, only I get to insult my vampire.”

HELLO 🦈 ANON, CONGRATS ON BEING CLAIMED— you’re in the roster now. i see you. i love you. and you know what? YOU ATE with this ask.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ x READER — “ONLY I GET TO TALK TO THEM LIKE THAT”

Prompt: You’re out in public. Someone starts mouthing off at your vampire—talking shit, throwing attitude, maybe even dropping old war rumors or calling them a monster to their face. They roll their eyes. They’re ready to leave. They’ve heard it all before. But you? Oh, you’re not having it.

Bang Chan

He’s the don’t engage, just eliminate type. Already turned his back, hand on your lower back, guiding you out. But the second you stop walking, he senses it. “You got something else to say?” you snap, turning back.

You don’t yell—but your words are like silver-tipped bullets.

Chan watches you drag the idiot through the verbal dirt, defending him like he’s some misunderstood king, not a centuries-old apex predator who’s eaten worse.

You spin back toward him, furious. “No one gets to talk to you like that. Except me.”

He blinks. Then smirks. Then kisses you so hard it almost draws blood. “God,” he murmurs. “Marry me again.”

Lee Minho

He’s eerily calm while someone insults him—just tilts his head, eyes black, calculating how long it would take to rip their spine out. You see it. You feel the silence crackling. “Let’s go,” he says.

But you step around him.

“Sorry, what was that? You don’t know him. You fear him. There’s a difference.”

Minho goes very still. Then smiles—something sharp and terrifying. When you’re done verbally gutting them, he drapes an arm around you.

“You really are mine, huh.”

(You don’t sleep that night. Too busy being rewarded.)

Seo Changbin

The insult hits mid-conversation—some asshole whispering loud enough to be heard. “Can’t believe they let him in. Disgusting.” Changbin’s jaw clenches. He shrugs it off. But his hand tightens around yours. He’s about to walk you out when you spin.

“Say it again. I dare you.”

Bystanders freeze.

You unload a verbal firestorm, praising Changbin’s strength, loyalty, control, and honour—and then finish with: “He could kill you in half a breath. But he doesn’t. That’s restraint. What do you have?”

Changbin stares at you the whole time like you hung the moon.

Later? He picks you up like you weigh nothing and whispers, “That was so hot.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Someone gets under his skin with elegant cruelty—subtle jabs about his past, his mother, the way he “seduces” people with fake charm. Hyunjin forces a smile. “I’ve heard worse.”

He starts to walk. But you don’t. You turn and go feral in iambic pentameter.

“You think he’s false because he’s beautiful? That his softness is a lie? You couldn’t survive a single day with his soul in your chest.”

Hyunjin just watches, mesmerized.

“You’re defending me,” he says later, voice raw.

“I always will.”

He kisses your wrist like it’s sacred.

Han Jisung

Someone mutters about “rats” and “turned trash” as you walk past. Jisung stiffens, shrugs it off. “Not worth it.” But you? You reverse like a car with a vengeance.

“Who the hell do you think you are? He’s a genius. You’re a fungus. Don’t open your mouth unless you’re asking for mercy.” You drag them for everything—their weak arguments, their ignorance, their fashion.

Jisung stares like you’ve just told him he’s the sun.

“I love you,” he says later, clutching his chest. “That was better than a blood high.”

Lee Felix

He’d normally respond with grace. With calm. But you see it—you feel it—when someone says he’s “too soft to be real.” They don’t know the monster under that sunshine. But when you defend him?

“No one gets to insult the light just because they’ve never seen it. He’s kind because he chooses to be. You wouldn’t last ten seconds if he wasn’t.”

Felix’s hand tightens in yours. His pupils flicker. “I didn’t know you got mad for me.”

“I’ll get mad for you every time.”

You don’t go home. He drags you into the car and shows you what it does to him.

Kim Seungmin

He’d rather annihilate them with sarcasm. But tonight? He lets you speak. You defend his mind, his strategies, his humanity.

“He’s ten steps ahead of you and still has the restraint to let you talk. That’s mercy.”

Seungmin, dry: “Why are you better at threats than me?”

You grin. “Practice.”

He doesn’t say thank you. He just holds your hand all night like it’s law.

Yang Jeongin

They call him “puppy.” They say he’s not real vamp material. He laughs it off, embarrassed. Until you step in.

“Laugh now. You’ll be dead before he even bares his fangs.”

Everyone goes silent.

You glare. “He’s got more fire in one look than you’ve got in your whole rotten soul.”

Jeongin blushes. Blinks. Then—“Holy shit… You’re kinda scary.”

You smirk. “And you’re mine.”

He smiles like he just won the world.

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🦈 anon, THANK YOU for this absolutely unhinged, half-asleep stroke of brilliance. You might’ve lied about sleeping, but you did not lie about living, laughing, and loving it—because same. Your brain is officially on the VIP list. Keep screaming into the void. I’ll be here, sharpening my fangs and feeding off it 💋🦇

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🐈‍⬛ ANON LOGGED: “Sure, he bought it for me… but I’m paying in bites and bruises later.”

OH 🐈‍⬛ ANON. You’ve triggered something primal. You think vampire!SKZ can say no to their blood doll?

BE SERIOUS. They’re ancient apex predators, yes. But when you look at them like that? When you’re soft, pouty, glowing, theirs?

They fold. They burn.

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🩸 CAN VAMPIRE!SKZ SAY NO TO THEIR BLOOD DOLL?

Answer: No. Absolutely not. They don’t even try.

🛍️ If you’re out shopping…

You glance at a necklace? It's bought. You smile at a limited edition plushie? It’s in your arms within minutes. You sigh near a window display? He’s already on his phone arranging a private delivery and cleared stock.

“Oh? You like it?” he says casually, voice velvet. And then dead serious: “You’re getting it. All of it.”

Payment? “No need. You’re already mine.”

🕰️ If they’ve been working for 27 hours straight…

You pad in, sleepy and soft. “Can you take a break?”

They grunt. “Busy.”

So you climb into their lap. Wrap your arms around their neck. Nuzzle into their throat. “Please?”

You whisper against his skin, “I’ll be good…”

Cue chair pushed back, computer powered down. He carries you out without another word. “You win,” he mutters. “But you’re paying me back in kisses.”

He lies. He just wants to hold you while you nap.

🎬 You want a movie night?

You don’t even have to speak. You just blink up at them, tug their sleeve, and whisper, “Come relax with me.”

That’s it.

Ancient vampire warlord now horizontal on the couch, letting you play with his hair and shove popcorn in his mouth.

🥺 "But I want it..."

That line alone? Nuclear.

If you say it while tugging their sleeve or sitting in their lap? Done. Wallet open. Schedule cleared. Kingdoms burned.

🩸 TLDR:

Vampire!SKZ are lethal, ancient, dominant…

Until you ask for something.

Then they’re just: “Yes.” “Yes.” “Of course.” “What else?” “Do you want two?” “Take my credit card.” “I’ll kill for it.” “I already bought it.” “You can have my blood instead.” “You want the moon? I’ll fetch it.”

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🐈‍⬛ anon, thank you for the gold. Keep asking things like this. I’ll keep collapsing like a Victorian woman with fangs 💋🦇

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🫧 ANON LOGGED: “Asking for loving reassurance from SKZ”

🫧 anon, first off—thank you for trusting me with this. I see you. I hear you. And I want you to know this: Your body is not a flaw to be fixed. It is a story. A legacy. A home. And vampire!SKZ? Oh, they worship every inch of it like it’s carved into their afterlives.

I’ll go the vampire route (because you know I’m feral for them), and we’ll keep this a soft-sensual blend—comfort with a bite, you know?Generalized to any insecurity, but carrying the tenderness you deserve.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ x INSECURE!READER — "SACRED SKIN"

🛑 TW: body insecurity, gentle reassurance, touch- and word-based comfort, soft smut implications (no explicit details)

Bang Chan — "You don't get to hide from me."

You tried to cover yourself in front of him once—shirt still clutched to your chest, head down, voice quiet.

And Chan?

He just walked over. Knelt in front of you like a knight bowing to royalty. “You don’t get to hide from me,” he whispered. “Not the person I crave. Not the body I worship. Not the skin that carries the scent I’d die for.”

He kissed your wrists. Your ribs. The small, trembling lines of yourself you thought weren’t enough. He didn’t fuck you that night. He just held you naked in candlelight and whispered, “Mine. Always.”

Lee Minho — "Tell me where it hurts."

He notices every shift—every tug at a sleeve, every way you tilt your body away from mirrors.

One night, he strips you slowly. Not to seduce, but to examine. Gently.

“Tell me where it hurts,” he murmurs.

You point. Softly.

So he kisses it. And again. And again. “Then I’ll love you there until it doesn’t.”

Minho doesn’t argue with your insecurity. He devours it until it becomes part of your beauty.

Seo Changbin — "How could you hate the body I love?"

It breaks him a little when you flinch at compliments. He pulls you into his lap and cups your face, stern and soft all at once.

“You don’t get to talk about yourself like that. Not when this body is my everything.” He traces your skin like a treasure map, lips brushing your neck. “You think I care what society wants? I’d burn society down for even thinking it could make you feel small.”

And then he fucks you with praise until you forget why you ever doubted.

Hwang Hyunjin — "Your body is art. Stop apologizing for it."

You sigh in the mirror one morning. Just a whisper of disappointment. But Hyunjin hears it like a scream.

He stands behind you. Wraps you in his arms. And starts painting. With fingers. With lips. With devotion.

“Do you think I’d sculpt a statue with anyone else’s shape?” He pulls you to the bed, lights dimmed low. “You are art. I will frame you in my memory. Again. And again. And again.”

Han Jisung — "Oh, baby. But I love you like this."

You try to brush it off. Laugh about it. Pretend it’s not real.

But Jisung knows better.

He kisses your shoulders. “You know what I see?” Your eyes fill. You don’t answer. “I see the person who makes me forget I’m a monster.”

He kisses every inch you once judged, whispering silly praise and soft promises, until your laugh is real again.

And then he tells you he’s never been harder in his life.

Lee Felix — "Your body brought me back to life."

You didn’t even say anything. Just looked at your reflection and winced. Felix saw it in your eyes. And felt it in your blood.

He cradled your face and said, “Do you know what your body does to me? It grounds me. It revives me.”

He lays you down like something sacred. Kisses your skin like scripture. And when you cry, he doesn’t flinch.

“I love you. Exactly like this. Especially like this.”

Kim Seungmin — "If you ever say that again, I’ll have to bite you out of punishment."

You joked once—half-heartedly—about not being “enough.” Seungmin didn’t laugh.

He pinned you to the wall and looked you dead in the eyes. “Don’t say that again. Not when I’m already trying to restrain myself because of how much I want you.”

He doesn’t coddle. He reclaims you. With mouth, hands, and voice. By the end, you can’t remember the insecurity. Just how he made you feel—like fire in a temple.

Yang Jeongin — "If I could be human again, I’d want to look like you."

It slips out one night. A soft confession. You tell him you don’t like your body.

He blinks. Quiet. Then says: “If I could trade immortality to look like you, I would. Because you’re perfect.”

You laugh. Think he’s teasing. He’s not.

He climbs into your lap and wraps himself around you like ivy. “I don’t love you despite your body. I love you because of it. Because it’s yours.”

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🫧 anon, thank you for this gentle, necessary ask. You are beautiful, and I mean that. If you ever forget, I’ll write you another reminder—in blood and devotion 💋🦇

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👻 ANON LOGGED: “You said no one would see? …Then why is your hand down my pants, babe?”

OHO 👻 ANON you saucy little spirit—you want to know which Stray Kids member is most likely to risk it all in public? Bathroom stalls? Back seats? Quiet corners? 👀

Alright. Ranking time. From “will fuck you behind a curtain” to “absolutely not unless we’re locked in a vault.” (No vampire powers. Just regular, horny SKZ.)

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🔥 MOST LIKELY → LEAST LIKELY TO DO PUBLIC/SEMI-PUBLIC SEX:

Han Jisung — Zero shame. One goal: you.

“You’re looking at me like that in a public place and expect me to just sit here??”

His brain runs entirely on impulse and horny adrenaline. Back of a taxi? Movie theatre? Dressing room? He’s already hard and bargaining.

You whispered “I’m not wearing anything under this”—and he took it as a challenge.

Whispers in your ear, hand up your skirt, “No one’s looking. Be good for me.” Prays no one walks in. But also? Doesn’t care.

Ranking: Absolutely does not know what shame is. Public spot: Mall photo booth, café bathroom, stairwells. Danger kink level: 12/10 Favorite line: “Don’t be loud, or I’ll stop.”

Lee Minho — Calculated filth with zero remorse.

“It’s not risky if we don’t get caught.”

Minho won’t initiate it in public unless you start something. But the second you do? You’re done. He’ll drag you into a changing room with that sharp smirk and a hand around your throat.

Quiet dominance. Slow fucks in dangerous places.

He makes it feel forbidden and holy all at once. And if someone knocks? He covers your mouth and keeps going.

Ranking: Makes public sex a power move. Public spot: Museum alcove, private party balcony, dim stairwells. Danger kink level: 9/10 Favorite line: “You started this. Now take it.”

Yang Jeongin — Silent menace, hidden beast.

“Why are you blushing? I’m the one who just made you cum in public.”

Doesn’t need to announce it. Doesn’t need to ask permission. He’s the type to wait until you think you’re safe—then slip his hand between your thighs during a dinner party, whispering “Be still, or they’ll notice.”

He’s a menace because he looks innocent, sounds polite, but is not above bending you over a sink and covering your mouth with a kiss.

Not reckless—but not shy. He knows the game. He plays it quiet, calculated, lethal.

Ranking: Baby-faced criminal. No one suspects him—until you’re ruined. Public spot: Fancy restaurant bathrooms, elevator corners, car backseats with tinted windows. Danger kink level: 9/10 Favorite line: “They’re looking at you like they have a chance. Should I remind you who you belong to?”

Hwang Hyunjin — Poetic but deranged.

“I’d ruin you in this alley and write poetry about it.”

Gets off on the thrill of nearly getting caught. The secret. The sin. Wraps a scarf around your throat and walks you into a gallery hallway where no one’s watching.

Hands down your waistband while whispering how perfect you are. A mix of sensual praise and degrading filth. He loves knowing you’ll have to walk back out flushed and ruined.

Ranking: Feral artist energy. Doesn’t care if the floor’s cold. Public spot: Gallery back halls, rooftop bars, hotel elevators. Danger kink level: 10/10 Favorite line: “You moan like a masterpiece.”

Bang Chan — Conflicted leader, but weak for you.

“This is so irresponsible. Also… fuck, you’re driving me insane.”

He knows better. He tries to be respectful. But when you kiss his neck behind the venue curtain or crawl into his lap backstage?

He caves.

Pulls you into his dressing room. Locks the door. Bends you over the vanity. Can’t help but mutter, “Just a quick one—be quiet, baby.” Then loses control anyway.

Ranking: Fight between morals and lust. Lust usually wins. Public spot: Backstage rooms, locked studios, practice mirrors. Danger kink level: 7.5/10 Favorite line: “You’re gonna get me in trouble, sweetheart…”

Lee Felix — Sunshine with a sinful side.

“Out here? You’re naughty, huh?”

Felix is softly dangerous. The kind that’ll tease you with wandering hands in public, warm kisses behind your ear, low growls against your throat—

But will wait until you're somewhere just barely private.

A car with tinted windows. A backstage couch. A guest room at a party. He wants the risk, not the exposure.

Ranking: Flirty menace. Needs a door but not necessarily a lock. Public spot: Car rides, party hallways, music festivals. Danger kink level: 7/10 Favorite line: “I shouldn’t, but I really want to.”

Seo Changbin — Protective, but weak to whispered begging.

“Out here? Now?”

Instinct says no. He worries about you being caught, seen, embarrassed. But if you beg? And pout? And say “Please, Binnie, just for a second?”

…He’s caving.

One hand over your mouth, one hand down your pants. Will never fuck you fully in public—but you’ll definitely come on his fingers in a dark stairwell.

Ranking: Hesitant, but explodes under pressure. Public spot: Basement corridors, gym showers, venue parking lots. Danger kink level: 6.5/10 Favorite line: “Quick. Just once. Then we’re going home.”

Kim Seungmin — Morally offended but horny nonetheless.

“Absolutely not. …Okay, fine. But only if no one sees.”

Will fight you on it. “That’s reckless. That’s unsanitary. That’s—don’t look at me like that.”

You push him into a coat closet and kiss him breathless? Now he’s got your hands pinned above your head and you’re gasping quietly into his shoulder.

Pretends he hated it. Secretly replaying it in his head for weeks.

Ranking: Grumpily obsessed. Public spot: Empty rooms, coat closets, behind venue screens. Danger kink level: 5/10 Favorite line: “You’re insufferable… and I love you.”

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👻 anon, thank you for this spicy request, come again please 🦇💋

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🌙 ANON LOGGED: “He came in for protein and left feral for your blood.”

🌙 anon… you absolute romantic menace. your emoji has been officially claimed. First of all: thank you for the love—you’re feeding me more than any blood bag ever could 😌🖤 Second: you’re not boring, babe. You're blood-type-A-bait, daydream dangerous, Channie’s ruin wrapped in an apron. And third: you said pounce or stalk…

But oh no, darling. He’ll court. Because vampire!Chan? Especially Abnormal!Chan from the Luxe empire?

He’s not some feral brute. He’s controlled obsession. Surgical restraint. The monster who will tie a silk ribbon around his need and offer it to you like a gift.

Let’s cook.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!CHAN x READER — “TYPE A”

You work the night shift at a half-dead farmstand that sells eggs, dusty candy, and weird cuts of meat. Most customers are regulars. Farmers. Truckers. People passing through.

Until he walks in.

Tall. Hood up. Movements precise. There’s something off about him, but not in a bad way—more like a smell you can't place or the feeling of being watched when you're not.

He grabs a pack of chicken breast and protein bars. Moves quietly. Says nothing. Until he steps up to your register.

And freezes.

He smells it.

You. Type A+. Exactly what he’s been craving. The rare blood that sings to him like a hymn. The kind that isn’t just nourishing—it’s euphoric.

His fangs press against his gums. His throat locks. He hasn’t fed in three weeks—not properly—and now?

You hand him a receipt and smile. “You need a bag for that?”

He doesn’t answer. Because he’s in hell. Or heaven. He’s not sure. All he knows is:

You smell like salvation wrapped in flesh, and he hasn’t felt this kind of hunger in a century.

But he doesn’t pounce. He retreats. Back to the parking lot. Gripping the steering wheel so hard it bends. Staring at the bag of raw meat like it’s plastic.

Because he wants you. Not it.

The next night, he returns. More items this time. Small talk. A smile. You don’t notice how he never blinks. Don’t catch the way he’s memorizing your voice, your pulse, the slope of your neck.

He leaves a tip. You write “thank you!” on the receipt. He tucks it into his coat like a prayer.

The third night, you joke: “You’re here a lot. Got a thing for chicken?”

He huffs a laugh. “You could say that.”

You giggle. He watches your throat move. Your vein throb. He doesn’t bite. He clenches his fists.

He starts showing up earlier. When the store’s empty. When the moon’s high. Not to scare you. To protect you from himself. He brings you tea. Says he had extra. He compliments your playlist. Asks your name. And you? You start to like him.

What you don’t know:

He’s memorized your blood rhythm. He’s taken your scent home in his lungs. He’s spent the last four nights locked in his room, fists buried in his sheets, fangs aching, refusing to touch a single drop of blood that isn’t yours.

He’ll starve before he cheats on the taste of you.

But then—

One night, you cut your finger on the register drawer. And that’s it. His eyes flash. His voice drops. “Let me help.”

He wraps your hand in his scarf. Fingers gentle. Movements too precise.

Your breath stutters. “You okay?”

And he looks up at you. Eyes dark. Voice thick. “No. Not really. But I will be—if you let me see you again. Somewhere that isn’t here.”

You blink. “Like a date?”

He smiles. “Like a blood pact. But yes. A date.”

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🌙 anon… it wasn’t pouncing. It wasn’t stalking. It was starving romance with a silk tie and a pulse that belonged to you the second he smelled it. come again any time 🦇💋

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🌹 ANON LOGGED: "College student by day, chaos gremlin by 3 a.m."

🌹 anon, greetings to you too, beloved martyr of caffeine and chaos.

I read this and immediately saw it: You, surrounded by textbooks and Red Bull, muttering osteological prayers at 3 a.m. Your soulmate vampire watching in horrified awe, wondering how a mere mortal is somehow more self-destructive than a blood-starved predator.

Let’s go.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ x COLLEGE!READER — “DEATH BY FINALS, LOVE BY FANGS”

🧠 Existential Crises @ 3 a.m.

You: “What if none of this matters? What if I fail? What if I’m just a carbon-based joke hurtling through space?” Them: “…Baby, you’re literally my eternal soulmate.”

Bang Chan Sits beside you with juice boxes and noise-cancelling headphones. Stares at your spiralling form with pure devotion. “Even if the world ends,” he says, “I’ll still be here. Worshipping the way your brain glitches.”

Minho Throws a blanket over your head mid-spiral. “Shut up. Come cuddle before I bite your thigh out of spite.” Then does exactly that. It works. You're quiet now.

Changbin Tries to give you a pep talk but ends up crying with you while feeding you spoonfuls of peanut butter. “We’re BOTH gonna die, just at different speeds!”

Hyunjin Paints on your arm to calm you down. It starts as flowers. Ends up as “THE VOID IS A MYTH—YOU’RE EVERYTHING.” In cursive.

Jisung Hands you a coloring book and a Capri Sun like it’s a trauma response kit. “Okay, but also… what if we’re just NPCs in a vampire dating sim?”

Felix Lights candles. Puts on lo-fi. Gently rocks you in his lap like a weighted anxiety plushie. “Existence is chaos, but you’re the one constant I want.”

Seungmin Deadpan: “You’re spiraling. Take a breath or I’m calling the Vampire Board of Mental Health.” He’s already made you tea. The mug says "Unhinged But Loved."

Jeongin Silently sets a five-minute timer and holds your face in his hands while you scream into a pillow. “Okay. Time’s up. Now we rewatch cat videos.”

☕ Coffee as Religion

Them watching you chug your 5th cup in 2 hours: “That’s not blood. That’s… concerning.”

Chan buys you a $200 coffee maker and custom beans, but monitors your intake like a jealous barista.

Minho starts brewing it himself so he can lace it with nutrients. Also: “If you drink instant again I’m biting your kneecaps.”

Changbin tries to compete. Ends up jittering beside you whispering “I love you” 87 times in 3 minutes.

Hyunjin judges you—publicly—but will still take little sips from your cup and pout when you hide it.

Jisung starts using your coffee as vampire scent markers. You go to class smelling like espresso and him.

Felix drinks decaf and pretends it’s the same. It’s not. He cries.

Seungmin switches your mugs to say things like “stop.” or “this is the 6th one. i counted.”

Jeongin: “If you don't drink water I swear I’ll pin you to the floor and make you.” Pause. “...You want that, huh?”

📚 Textbooks as Gospel

You: “The ischial tuberosity is the part you sit on, babe—look, here’s the diagram.” Them: “…You talk anatomy to me one more time and I’m going to lose my mind.”

They love it. They’re obsessed with how your voice changes when you explain things. You study like it’s sacred. They want to be your study break. Or your subject.

Chan records you reciting notes and listens to them while feeding. “Your voice makes even pathophysiology sound hot.”

Minho starts quizzing you during sex. “What’s the cranial nerve responsible for taste?” “N-Number seven—fuck—Minho—"

Changbin tries to learn with you. Forgets. Brings snacks instead.

Hyunjin draws flashcards and leaves poetic messages on the back.

Jisung tries to study with you. Fails. Decides to eat you out while you study.

Felix highlights your books with affirmations. “You’re smart. You’re hot. You’re gonna pass.”

Seungmin tests you mid-kiss. You mess up. He smirks. “Try again with your hands tied.”

Jeongin memorizes your study schedule so he can interrupt it just enough to make you melt.

🍽 Horrible Eating/Sleep Habits

Them watching you fall asleep on cold rice with your laptop open to a Reddit thread called “Will I die if I drink expired milk.”

Chan carries you to bed mid-rant. Orders takeout. Force feeds you food between kisses.

Minho meal preps for the week. Slaps snacks into your hand like threats.

Changbin writes “eat” on post-its and sticks them to your forehead.

Hyunjin feeds you grapes from his lap like a decadent vampire consort.

Jisung shoves power bars into your backpack like smuggled gold.

Felix brings smoothies and says “drink this or I’ll cry.” You drink. He still cries.

Seungmin deadass bites your thigh if you skip a meal.

Jeongin shoves a spoon in your mouth and says, “Chew. Swallow. Good girl.”

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🌹 anon, thank you for this blessed ask. Your dad wasn’t wrong—you’re speaking ancient spells. And I’ll happily keep sinning with you, fueled by Lana Del Rey and delusion.

Hydrate. Or Seungmin’s biting your thigh 🦇💋

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🍒 ANON LOGGED: "Driving me crazy, touching me softly, ruining me slowly."

🍒 HELLO AGAIN MY BELOVED. You didn't just bring a meal, you dropped a five-course course corruption dinner and handed me the keys to the kitchen. And you know I’m pulling my hair back and rolling my sleeves up for this one.

Let’s dine. 🩸

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🍤 APPETIZER: “DRIVING ME CRAZY BUT I LOVE TO RIDE”

Who touches you while driving? Steals glances? Handles you like a gear shift?

🛞 Bang Chan – “Hand on your thigh like it’s his second steering wheel.” Firm grip. Thumb rubbing slow circles. He’s focused—but your leg is his grounding point. Occasionally glances over and smirks when you squirm. Red light kisses? Filthy. Tongue and all. Also: “Put your seatbelt on or I’ll stop this car and spank you.”

🛞 Lee Minho – “Gear shift → your thigh → back again. Routine. Ritual.” The most casual about it. Like your skin is his personal clutch. If you wear a skirt? His fingers drift just under the hem—nonchalant, like he’s bored. You try to tease him back? He slaps your hand away with a smirk and locks the doors.

🛞 Seo Changbin – “Thigh rubbing turns into edging at 80mph.” Starts innocent. Then he’s palming between your legs and daring you to keep quiet. Red light kisses? He leans over and bites your bottom lip with one hand still on the wheel. He's saying "What? I’m multitasking." You’re saying "Sir, I can't walk into the restaurant like this."

🛞 Hwang Hyunjin – “Sunlight worship + unholy thigh grazes.” Literally loses focus staring at your profile. “God, you’re unreal.” Hand draped between your legs, barely there—but so intentional. He grips harder when someone cuts him off. That’s how you end up wet before dinner.

🛞 Han Jisung – “Hand on thigh + paranoid muttering = chaos kink.” Alternates between babbling about traffic and squeezing your leg. Every time you inch your hand up his thigh, he whines. “You’re evil. I’m driving. This is illegal. Keep going.” Starts speeding just to get home faster and punish you properly.

🛞 Lee Felix – “Gentle at first. Then suddenly feral.” Brushes his fingers up and down your leg while singing softly. Until you tease him back. Then the car swerves a little, his voice drops, and he says: “Do that again and I’m pulling over.” And he will.

🛞 Kim Seungmin – “Chokehold-level thigh grip masked as casual affection.” Acts calm, but his hand is slowly creeping toward your inner thigh. You try creeping up his leg and he side-eyes you hard: “Do that again and I’ll park on the shoulder and fuck the brat out of you.” You're like “bet.” He’s like “No, seriously. Bet.”

🛞 Yang Jeongin – “One hand on the wheel. One hand claiming your thigh like rent’s due.” Smooth. Confident. He’s the one saying “You cold, baby?” just to drape his jacket over you and slide his palm under your thighs again. When you touch him back? He doesn’t flinch. Just smirks. “You sure you want to play this game on the highway?”

🍲 DINNER: “TOUCH-STARVED BRAT WHO LIKES TO PLAY WITH FIRE”

You sneak into their hotel room mid-live wearing only their hoodie. What happens?

📱 Bang Chan – Professional until you climb into his lap. He sees you in the doorway. Slight pause. Smile shifts. He knows what's underneath. But he keeps talking. Calm, cool, calculating his exit. “Guys, I gotta go—manager's calling me.” He ends the live in 5 seconds flat and has you moaning in 10.

📱 Minho – Plays it TOO cool. Doesn’t even flinch. Looks you dead in the eye and smirks. Keeps talking to Stay. But his hand disappears under the hoodie out of camera view. You're trying not to whimper. He whispers in your ear off-mic: “Let’s see if you can keep quiet.”

📱 Changbin – Can’t focus. At all. He stutters. Glances off camera. Adjusts himself. “Uh—haha—so yeah—uh concert was great!” You walk behind the laptop. Pull the hoodie up. He SLAMS the laptop shut. “Technical difficulties—gotta go!!!” You don’t make it to the bed.

📱 Hyunjin – Pretends he doesn’t see you. He sees you. Keeps the live going. Stays smiling. But his eyes flick toward you constantly. And his cheeks get pink. At one point he just says: “You know what? I need to go paint something. Urgently.” He paints you. Naked. With his cum still dripping down your thighs.

📱 Jisung – Flips the camera IMMEDIATELY. “WHOOPS wrong button bye—" Gone. Tackles you onto the bed like you started a war. “You think you’re slick?” The hoodie’s off in seconds. You don’t even remember how.

📱 Felix – Eyes go wide. Then darker. He keeps talking sweetly to Stay, but his hand is clenched in the sheets. You see him swallow hard. When he ends the live, he doesn’t say a word. He just walks over and lifts you by the thighs. “I was trying to behave,” he murmurs. “You ruined that.”

📱 Seungmin – Murderous silence. Looks at you. Blinks. “Hold on.” Turns off the live without even saying goodbye. Stares at you. “You’re lucky I like you.” Then ruins you on the hotel floor with the hoodie still on.

📱 Jeongin – Laughs. It’s over. “Guys, I gotta go—emergency wardrobe malfunction.” They think it’s his. It’s yours. The camera’s off and you’re already on your knees. He mutters, “You better be ready to take responsibility for that.”

🍦 DESSERT: “SOMETIMES WE DRESS UP JUST TO STAY HOME”

Who ruins date night the fastest because you looked too good in the mirror? Ranking from least to most patient.

🥇 Most patient → 🥵 Least patient:

Felix – Will whine. Will touch. Will WAIT. Because he wants you to feel sexy, powerful, worshipped. Until dessert. Then? Ruin.

Seungmin – Pretends he’s fine. You know he’s not. He watches you like a predator and doesn’t say a thing—until he’s pounding into you on the bathroom counter whispering, “This is your fault.”

Chan – Meant to behave. Really. But you’re in front of the mirror, lip gloss on, batting your lashes? He’s already got your panties pushed aside whispering, “Dinner can wait.”

Jeongin – Doesn’t even try to leave the house. “Why would I take you out when I can make you cry on my fingers right here?”

Minho – Only lets you put on mascara so he can watch it smudge while he rails you from behind. The dinner reservation was never real.

Hyunjin – You bent over for one second and now your dress is around your waist, his hands are on your hips, and he’s saying “Stay still, angel. You look too pretty to not fuck right now.”

Jisung – You blinked. He was already pulling the dress up. “I’d rather eat you than pasta. Get on the sink, babe.”

Changbin – You applied perfume. That’s it. That’s all it took. You’re not making it out of the house. The neighbours will hear. He does not care.

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🍒 THANK YOU FOR THIS BUFFET OF SIN. Every course was a blessing. You are always welcome at my unholy table 🦇💋

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🍊 ANON LOGGED: "Can vampires get drunk or do we need to bring the absinthe?"

🍊 anon you juicy little delight, you just unlocked the vampire logic panel, so let’s spill.

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🩸 DO VAMPIRES GET INTOXICATED?

Short answer: Yes, but not like humans. Long answer: Let’s break it down!

🍷 ALCOHOL

YES. THEY CAN GET DRUNK. But their tolerance is insane.

You down two shots and you're dancing on the bar.

They down two bottles and might blink slower.

Chan once drank an entire case of wine and just got... affectionate.

Changbin gets louder.

Minho? Even quieter. Dangerous.

Blood is their main sustenance, so alcohol hits like a dull ache behind the eyes—not a full blackout, but definitely a buzz if they drink enough.

And yes, drunk vampire sex is a thing. Messy. Growly. Desperate. Fangs scraping skin with no filter. You will get worshipped or ruined—or both.

🪄 WITCH CONCOCTIONS

NOPE. Not unless they’re custom-made.

Vampires are biologically different. Their blood and body chemistry reject most standard potions and tonics. BUT a trained witch (especially one who knows vampire anatomy) could craft something to work:

Love potion? Rejected. But a blood-bond enhancer? Maybe.

Sleep elixir? No chance.

Truth serum? Chan would laugh in your face.

You’d need dark spellcraft + tailored blood magic to even graze their senses.

💔 EMOTIONS

Pure emotions? Can’t intoxicate them. But they can destabilize a vampire—especially Abnormals, who are already on thin ice with their feral side.

Love doesn’t intoxicate them. But soulbond ache? Rejection? Bloodlust laced with longing? Yeah. That shit’ll ruin them.

Jealousy makes them rash. Abandonment makes them volatile. Your tears? Hallucinogenic.

🍗 FOOD + DRINK

Yes, they can eat regular food. No, it doesn’t satisfy anything but social custom or nostalgia.

Jeongin still eats ramen. Out of habit. He says it keeps him “in touch.”

Felix bakes because he loves the way it smells.

Hyunjin eats fruit off your stomach just to watch you shiver.

They don’t need it. But they’ll indulge—especially if it’s with you.

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🍊 anon, you’re officially the citrusy crown jewel of vampire questions. Come back anytime with more 🍊curious bloodfruit thoughts 💋🦇

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🪻 ANON LOGGED: "Seungmin is the villain, you are the sun — and he melts."

🪻 ANON… you gentle little chaos flower… you rolled in with sparkles, sunshine, and a smile that dismantled a cold-blooded vampire war tactician and you expect me to breathe normally?

LET’S GET INTO IT. Because you just gave me the ultimate polarity kink and I’m giggling and kicking MY legs now.

⸺⟡⸺

🩸 VAMPIRE!SEUNGMIN x BRIGHT!READER — “SUNSTRUCK”

Seungmin has a type. Mouthy little blood dolls. Sharp-tongued. Messy. Always pushing his buttons just to get bent over a desk and corrected.

He’s not sweet. He’s efficient. Icy. The vampire other vamps send in when a doll gets unruly. He doesn’t play—he disciplines. He doesn't ask—he commands. And he always wins.

Until you.

You with your oversized jumpers. Your giggles and messy buns. Your sparkle-trap eyes and that soft little snort you try to hide when you laugh too hard.

You don’t challenge him. You excite him. You walk into a room and Seungmin forgets what century it is.

You ask him if he wants to try the strawberry cookie you baked. He stares like you offered him eternity.

He tries. He really tries. He tells himself you're too bubbly. Too soft. Too clumsy with your joy. You trip in front of him once and say, “Hehe, sorry! My shoelace betrayed me.”

He blacks out for 0.7 seconds.

You make him insane. Not sexually at first—existentially. How are you real? Why is your blood so sweet? Why does he crave not your neck, but your approval?

The downfall is subtle.

You: shyly tugging at his sleeve, “Seungminnie, can you help me reach the box on the top shelf?”

Him: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

He glares. “You could’ve gotten someone else.”

You pout. “But I like it when you help me.”

He dies. Right there. In the aisle.

He starts bringing you things without being asked. Leaves notes on your lunch box. Glares at anyone who looks at you for more than 2 seconds.

You ask him to sit with you while you paint your nails. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just says, “Yeah. Of course. Obviously.”

BUT HERE’S THE KICKER: You’re not dumb. You know what he does to brats. You’ve heard the stories. He’s a legend in vampire circles.

So one night you sit in his lap, all soft and glowing, and say: “Do you wish I mouthed off to you more?”

He blinks. “No,” he says. Too fast. Then quieter: “…I’d ruin you. You’d cry. I don’t want to make you cry.”

You tilt your head. “What if I wanted to?”

He growls. Then shakes his head.

“You’re not for ruining,” he whispers. “You’re for keeping.”

⸺⟡⸺

🪻 anon, thank you for this bouquet of sunshine-fueled sin. You’re everything to me. Come back anytime 💋🦇

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🐹 ANON LOGGED: "Fresh ink, sensitive skin, and one starving vampire boyfriend."

🐹 anon, I LOVE YOU. YOU JUST HANDED ME A TRAY OF BLOOD-SLICKED ANGST, OBSESSION, AND DENIAL-BASED FOREPLAY. And then you bowed and said, “Here, break them.”

So I did.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ — “TATTOOED FOR YOU”

Bang Chan — "You’re playing with fire, love."

It’s on your collarbone, the perfect place for him to mark. He sees the fresh ink, still wrapped, and his jaw locks.

“You did this for me?”

“Mhm. It’s your handwriting, too.”

Chan has never known restraint like this. Every time he kisses your neck, he stops just before the tattoo. Every time you take off your shirt, he stares.

At night, when you’re asleep, he brushes his lips just above it and whispers, “When it heals, I’m going to bite you right here. And you’ll remember who you belong to.”

You already do.

Lee Minho — "Don’t test me."

You got it on your inner thigh. His favorite hunting ground.

When he sees it? Still red. Still raw. He backs up like he’s been slapped.

He can’t touch it. Can’t bite you there. Can’t kiss the spot he’s obsessed with. And you’re sitting there in nothing but a towel, whispering: “Do you like it?”

Minho growls. “No. I hate it. Because I can’t have it. Yet.”

You tease him. You stretch. You flaunt.

He pins you down without touching the tattoo and says, “When it heals, I’m fucking you so hard on your stomach you won’t remember getting it.”

You will. Every time you see it in the mirror.

Seo Changbin — "Baby, this is mean."

Your new tattoo is inked just under your breast, hidden until your shirt rides up.

He sees it by accident. Chokes.

“You got a heart? Under there? For me??”

You nod. “It’s… tender.”

He doesn't trust himself. You’re straddling his lap. No bra. Breathing like sin. He groans and leans his forehead against your chest. “I can’t touch you there. I can’t even—God, you’re cruel.”

That night, he wraps your entire body in his arms and whispers how good you were for him.

When it heals? His tongue won’t leave it for hours.

Hwang Hyunjin — "You did that for me?"

It’s behind your ear, delicate, hidden, perfect. He brushes your hair back and sees it.

A flower. His flower. His mark.

You say softly, “I wanted to bloom for you.”

He nearly cries. But he doesn’t touch. Doesn’t press his mouth there. Just hovers and whispers, “When it’s healed, I’m going to mark you there with my fangs. Then you’ll have my art and my blood.”

You whisper back, “Please.”

Han Jisung — "You’re so evil. I love you so much."

It’s on your ribs, right where he always grabs you when he fucks you from behind.

He peels up your hoodie and freezes.

“Is that—fuck. You inked it?”

“For you.”

Now he can’t grab you there. He has to be gentle. And you know how much he hates being gentle when you’re a brat for him.

He huffs, pouty and feral. “You’re gonna pay for this. I’m gonna wait so patiently. And then? I’m gonna pin you down and make you beg for every inch of what I couldn’t give you today.”

You beg anyway. He gives in—just a little. Just enough to remind you who owns that ink.

Lee Felix — "You didn’t—oh my god."

It’s small. It’s sweet. A little sun on your hip, the same one he always kisses first.

When he sees it, his voice cracks. “You really got that? For me?”

You nod. “I wanted you to feel loved. Even when you weren’t here.”

He can’t stop tearing up. He doesn’t touch it. Not once. But when it heals? He kisses it like a vow. Then bites above it. Just a little. Just to claim.

Kim Seungmin — "You're not getting away with this."

You got a tattoo on your lower back. Just above your ass. His favorite grip spot.

When you bend over and it peeks out of your jeans, he short-circuits.

“Did you—”

You smile.

He steps back like he’s about to commit a war crime. “You got it there, knowing I can’t touch it?”

You nod.

He breathes through his nose. Then mutters, “Okay. Fine. Heal up. Then you’re mine. For a whole week. I’ll mark the other side with bruises to match.”

Yang Jeongin — "Why would you do this to me."

You got a vampire bite tattoo on your neck. Right where his fangs hover.

He stares at it. Frozen. Reverent.

“You got this… for me?”

“Of course.”

You tug your collar down. Bare your neck. Tilt your head. He moans. Then grabs your wrists and pins them gently. “No. I can’t. Not yet.”

He looks at the ink like it’s a sacred seal. “When it’s ready… you’ll feel what a real bite there feels like. I’ll show you what you signed up for.”

You’re ready. Even if it means waiting.

⸺⟡⸺

🐹 anon, THANK YOU FOR THE CONCEPT. I’d follow you into hell for this. Or into a tattoo parlor. Or a vampire’s bed 💋🦇

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🌘 ANON LOGGED: "Wait… can I have two soulmates or is this monogamous magic?"

Short answer: No. Not in this vampireverse, baby.

Long answer: Soulmate bonds in this universe are singular, absolute, and magically binding. There is one blood that sings to theirs. One scent that breaks them. One touch that unravels centuries of control.

You don’t get two flames. You get the flame — and if you lose it, it scorches everything behind it.

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🦄 ANON LOGGED: "Unicorn anon reporting for vampire duty."

🦄 IS NOW TAKEN — welcome to the vampire cult, my beloved unicorn anon!! 🦷💜

Thank you so much for your kind words; your message made my undead heart do cartwheels. I'm so, so glad you're enjoying the lore — there’s so much more coming (fangs, blood, courtship, chaos, and cuddles).

You’re officially part of the eternal coven now. No backsies 💋🦇

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🌙 ANON LOGGED: "Secret thoughts, starry eyes, and a shy heart full of sin."

AHHH 🌙 anon you are so, so welcome here — I’m beyond honoured you worked up the courage to send in your ask 🥹🖤 BUT, alas, our lovely moon has already been claimed by another child of the night…

HOWEVER, I’ve got a whole constellation of delicious alternatives for you to choose from! Here’s a lil list (but feel free to suggest your own too):

🐾 paw print

💌 love letter

🍓 strawberry

🦴 bone (rawr xD)

🔮 crystal ball

Once you pick, I’ll officially crown you and welcome you to the anon cult 🖤 Can’t wait to see what beautifully unhinged things you send next 💋🦇

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🫶🏼 ANON LOGGED: "Hi, when is Vampire Changbin dropping? Asking nicely <3"

EHEHE THANK YOU BABY 🫶🏼🖤 I’m so glad you’re loving the series — it means the (undead) world to me!

And yes yes YES — Vampire!Changbin is rising from the shadows this Wreck Me Wednesday, June 25th. Get ready, he’s gonna bite, break, and build you back up.

Prepare your neck 💋🦇

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If you made it to the end of this blackout banquet of fanged worship, tattoo fever dreams, vampire academia, brat-induced insanity, and thirsty psychic combustion—

🩶 congrats. your humanity’s been repossessed. 🩶 your mind? archived in crimson script. 🩶 your heartbeat? syncing to mine. 🩶 your browser history? deeply concerning.

⚡️“Phantom Flame” from the album VX is getting uploaded to YouTube as an official track coming this Sunday!! yay. ⚡️yes, I’m figuring out how the hell to bend TikTok to my will. until then, scream about me in group chats and playlists.

This is the gospel of thirst, ink, lore, and lunacy. Thank you for being terminal with me. Now go bite something 💋🦇

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Chrome's hair ornament broke in the anime and Ekusu took it so i kinda want him to try and fix it but fail (since its made from some form of iron or something and you can't just glue it back together) and Multi sees him pouting over it and moping around and offers to try and help fix it since she's a bey crafter and knows enough about it to be able to fix an ornament like this.

Ekusu is really ecstatic over it and beams around her, hyperactive until Multi kicks him out of her room so she can actually focus on repairing it.

After it's repaired she returns it to Ekusu and he starts thanking her profusely and tightly hugs her. She hits his shoulder because he's squeezing too tight and she can't breathe properly.

When he finally releases her, marvelling at the repaired ornament (that could've probably just been bought for a cheap price with less effort put into it) as if it's the most precious thing on earth, she can't help her curiosity. "This was Chrome's, wasn't it?"

Ekusu looks up. "Hm? Yeah, I gave it to him."

Multi is surprised. "You did?"

"Mhm," Ekusu nods. "It was pretty and cool and I thought it would look good on him. So I put it on his hair and I haven't seen him take it off since."

“Eh? Is that why you wanted to fix it?" Because it was a gift?

"He likes it, no? Otherwise he wouldn't wear it all the time. And since I gave it to him, I don't want to just return him a cheap replacement..." Ekusu reasons, trailing his fingers over the beautiful dragon.

They're silent for a moment. She's observing him, putting pieces together. "You want him to cherish your gift," she comments.

Ekusu blinks in confusion. "Of course." Who wouldn't be happy about their gift being cherished?

"You like it when he wears it."

"Uhm, I mean, kinda," Ekusu chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "It's, well, a sign of our friendship to me. Even if I left the team there's no hard feelings left behind."

No hard feelings!? Is Ekusu being serious? Multi gives him a deadpan look. "Seriously?”

"What?" He blinks in confusion.

"No hard- are you seriously that oblivious!?"

"Eh? What, what is it!?"

“Your whole battle with him should've told you the opposite, it was clear as day!"

"But," Ekusu argues, pointing to himself and getting a dejected look, "he still likes me, no?”

Multi closes her eyes and pinches her eyebrows. "Of course he does. He wouldn't act so irrational if that wasn't the case. It just looks like he feels you left him behind."

"Me!?"

"Obviously," Multi chides him. "You are the one who left the team and I haven't seen you really keep in touch."

"Of course I've kept in touch, I've-" Ekusu falls silent suddenly, thinking. Then he guiltily looks at the ground. "Oh."

"Ekusu, you're so frustrating sometimes," Multi groans. "Well, no matter, hurry and give this back to him then. That's why you wanted to repair it, no?" She asks, pointing towards the dragon.

Ekusu nods.

"Great. So go and talk to him. Properly. You're not prohibited from hanging out with your former team members. Why haven't you even considered visiting him?"

"I was way too excited over getting to battle him in an official match, I wanted to blade and blade so that I could get to him!"

"You've thought about him as a future opponent so much you forgot about the real him here and now?"

Ekusu looks at the ground in shame. "That's a bit bad, isn't it..."

"Of course it is, that poor man," Multi despairs.

"I'll go talk to him now," Ekusu says with a firm resolve. "And give this back to him."

"And?"

Ekusu tilts his head. "And?" he echoes in confusion.

"And apologise!" Multi feels like tearing out her own hair.

"Oh, yikes! Y-yeah! I will!" Ekusu frantically jumps about and dashes towards the front door with one goal in mind; to find Chrome.

Multi shakes her head in exasperation. "There's one thing I don't get though," she murmurs to herself. "From what Shiguru has told me, I don't understand why Chrome hadn't sought Ekusu out himself." After all, he knew who Kamen X was from the beginning. Maybe he was giving Ekusu space. Maybe he was too angry and needed space himself. Maybe he was simply too hurt by it and acted completely irrational because of it. Maybe he doesn't even care, but Multi is quick to disregard that possibility. From what she's observed and what she's been told by Shiguru, if anything, Chrome cares too much. Maybe he wants something else. Something

Ekusu cannot give him. And he knows it. So he desperately chases the shadow, to try and obtain a fragment of it. All these maybes and no coherent answer. Well, she just hopes Ekusu will be able to communicate properly and mend what can be mended.

Ekusu runs to Pendragon's place and begs to be let in, surprising the employees at the place since he hasn't been a team member for a while. They're kinda at a loss on what to do, if they let him in or not, but then Shiguru appears and invites him in herself.

Ekusu is all sweaty and breathing heavily. It's not in his nature to exhaust himself so much physically unless he's overly excited or desperate enough, so Shiguru is really surprised to see him nearly collapsing at the doorstep.

She leads him to a bit more private area, half dragging him there and rolling her eyes at his theatrics. When he's seated she offers him a leftover piece of sushi and he instantly regains his energy, excitedly snatching it up.

She asks him what he's here for and Ekusu is instantly reminded why he came over and straightens up, asking her if she knows where Chrome is. He sounds kind of desperate and Shiguru can't help but wonder why he's looking for him.

Ekusu reaches into his pockets and pulls out the little dragon, showing it to Shiguru. “I wanted to give this back to him.”

Shiguru is surprised for a moment and takes the hair piece, inspecting it. Did he buy a new one? No, there's something different about it, it's as if… “Did you repair it?”

“Yeah, Multi helped me,” he replies, beaming in excitement.

“It's a cheap ornament. You could've bought a new one.”

“It's not special then,” Ekusu stubbornly argues, pouting. He's acting childish over it and Shiguru is certain if Chrome had been here to witness this he and his fragile sanity would've been on the brink of breaking.

It's for that reason alone Shiguru is hesitant to direct Ekusu toward Chrome’s whereabouts. Leaving them alone in a secluded area… who knows if Chrome will be able to keep his cool. But then again, this is an issue in need of resolving and Ekusu has always been capable of handling Chrome.

She tells Ekusu that Chrome went out to train alone and tells him where approximately he might find him, but offers to let him wait for Chrome's return instead. Ekusu is up and running outside even before she can finish her sentence, chasing after Chrome the way Chrome had chased after him.

It gives her whiplash and she seriously wishes Ekusu would come back to them and things would get mended, the way they once used to be. But she knows it's not possible, not with the way Ekusu is. All she can hope for is that they'll talk properly and find common ground before Chrome spirals deeper and ruins himself.

Ekusu runs around town, looking for Chrome. He’s on the verge of giving up, the sun is already setting, before he finally manages to spot him, training alone with no one else around. He’s sweaty and panting, deeply focused on what he’s doing, trying to vent all his anger and frustrations through physical means.

“Chrome!” Ekusu calls out, doubling over and panting from extortion.

Chrome straightens up. “Ekusu?” he echoes in utter surprise. They make eye contact, Ekusu's eyes sparkling brilliantly in the setting sun. It makes all Chrome's frustrations bubble up twice as hard, it fills him with need to monopolise this boy's attention. He wants him for himself so bad, bonded, together forever.

And Ekusu has the guts to show up like this in front of him?

“Finally… found you,” he pants and slowly walks closer, more dragging himself than properly walking.

Chrome clenches his hands into fists of frustration before forcibly relaxing them. He slowly makes his way over to Ekusu in measured steps until they're barely a few centimeters apart. “What is it?”

“Just wanted to,” Ekusu huffs and searches his pockets, pulling something out hidden in the palm of his hand. “wanted to give you this.”

His hand brushes against Chrome's, the warm touch he has missed so dearly making his heart ache. Then something hard and warm from Ekusu's hold is pressed into his palm.

Without missing a beat Chrome asks, “Is that-?” but he abruptly cuts himself off, surprised. The unmistakable shimmer of the metal and the intricate design Chrome had spent hours memorising by touch, by taste, inspecting every nook and cranny on it. He turns it around and spots faint lines he had carved into it, the name he had carved into it. “You fixed it?”

“Yeah! How did you know immediately?”

The big blue eyes staring at him will be the death of him. “Because you gave it to me,” Chrome softly replies. He feels like crying. “It’s special. I'd recognise it anywhere.”

Ekusu reaches up to Chrome's hands and gently holds the ornament. “Can I?” he asks.

Chrome nods.

Small hands take the little dragon off him. Ekusu smiles up at him, full of excitement, and then he reaches higher until he is able to place the ornament on Chrome’s hair, putting it back where it belongs. It fills Chrome with a sense of longing and nostalgia, being so physically close to Ekusu’s face and receiving something for him, exclusively him.

“There. Good as new,” Ekusu beams and giggles. The sound makes Chrome want to do unspeakable things.

“Better than new,” he smiles fondly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! And also…”

“And?”

“And…” Ekusu sheepishly trails away. “And I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? For what?”

“For neglecting you.”

“Neglecting me?”

Ekusu nervously plays with his fingers. “I just left and never visited you… I didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles in shame.

“So the dragon,” Chrome trails off, pushing his hair forward. “Is it a peace offering?”

“No, not really. Seeing you without it feels wrong. I don’t like it.”

Chrome’s heart skips a beat and he dares to do something risque. “So would it be okay if it was any other hair accessory on me?” “No. It has to be this one.”

“Why?”

“Because I gave it to you,” Ekusu replies, unblinking, without a second thought of the implications his words leave behind.

Chrome tilts his head, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “So you like it when I wear things you gifted me?”

“Of course,” Ekusu replies, brows furrowed. “Why is everyone asking me that? I like it when you like my gifts. I think anyone would.”

“What if I would wear something else in my hair sometimes?”

Ekusu grimaces at the thought. He visibly dislikes it. “No, you shouldn’t. It wouldn’t suit you.”

“Why?”

“It just- it wouldn’t!” he replies in frustration, unable to articulate his words.

Chrome steps closer, grabbing Ekusu’s hands and bending his head so they’re almost nose to nose. “I wouldn’t do that anyways,” he softly replies.

“Eh?”

“I like Ekusu’s gifts best. I would never replace them.” Chrome closes the short distance between them and gently kisses Ekusu, just for a moment, just a small token of affection. His eyes are half lidded and he’s in pure bliss from Ekusu’s possessive and jealous admittance. He looks at the boy in front of his eyes as if he’s going to devour him here and now. And he might as well.

He leans in for another kiss but Ekusu hastily stops him, completely red faced. “Wait wait wait-!” he says, pressing both of his hands over Chrome’s lips.

Chrome stops his advance and he’s hit full force with what he’s just done. A hot blush colours his face and he can’t stand the wide eyed gaze on him, so he buries his face into Ekusu’s shoulder and hugs him to himself to alleviate his own embarrassment.

“What did you do that for?”

“I like you.”

“You like me?”

“I love you, Ekusu.” Chrome pulls away from his hiding spot. He’s met with a surprised expression and still flushed cheeks and those adorable, wide eyes and oh Chrome’s guts are on fire.

“Well, uh,” Ekusu unintelligently remarks. “You like me in the way adults like each other?”

“Yes.”

“... I didn’t mind the kiss…” he mutters and flushes harder.

Chrome will absolutely ravage him right here and there.

#chrome x ekusu #クロエク #kuroeku #chrome ryugu #ekusu kurosu #khrome ryugu #jaxon cross #written on: 23. 12. 2024 #beyblade x

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