⛧One_Giant_Coffin⛧

It was the full moon, your body was aching. Deep inside your muscles were having their own fits of spasms when you’d move. Your ankles would pop when you’d walk on them, the sound echoed through the cave, catching Michael’s attention.

“Has this always happened?” He asked, lifting his head up towards your direction as you walked by, barefoot. Michael was laying down on the old couch with Star asleep on his chest.

You shrugged, rolling your shoulders back with a strained expression on your face. “Full moon is coming up. My body is weakening itself so I can turn.” You spoke softly, despite the brooding space you took up.

Michael nodded, looking down at Star who stirred in her sleep. He caressed her cheek gently, looking down at her.

You watched for a moment before walking over to where David was, sitting on his wheelchair with Paul sitting on the arm with his legs over David’s lap.

”—What’s up pup?” Paul smiled, looking up at you with teasing eyes. You gave him a look before adverting your eyes back to David who was already looking at you with a raised brow.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit.” You say in a low tone, and a straight expression. David looked at you as if he was deep inside though before nodding.

“We’ll all go. We need to eat anyway.”

David said as he tapped Paul’s legs as he stood up, Paul jumped up, a smile on his face before shouting out, “WE’RE GOING OUT!” It was loud enough that it made your ears ring due to heightened hearing sensitivity and Star was startled awake.

“Jeez, Paul!” She huffed, getting up from Michael’s lap, and followed. Marko peaked his head around from the corner where he and Dwayne were. "Were going out?" Marko asked as Dwayne peaked around the corner as well. It looked like one of those cartoons where the characters peak around the corner in a straight line to the tallest person. It made you chuckle, shaking your head as you grabbed your boots and sitting down on the couch to put them on.

Marko grinned, “Hell yeah, about time we stretched our legs.” Dwayne gave you a once-over, quiet and calculating. “You sure you’re good to be out right now?” he asked lowly, eyes narrowing. “You’re already twitching.”

You grunted softly, tightening your laces. “I’m not staying cooped up. If I’m going to shift, I’d rather do it somewhere I won’t break your furniture.”

David smirked, dragging a cigarette along his bottom lip. “Let’s just make sure you’re the one doing the breaking tonight, pup.”

The comment made your muscles tense—half from the ache in your bones, half from the way David’s voice always had a sharp edge of command. You stood, towering over the others easily, and cracked your neck. It felt like your spine was trying to lengthen.

By the time you all reached the boardwalk, the moon was crawling its way up the sky—fat, glowing, pulling at you like a tide. The noise, the lights, the smell of people, all of it hit you at once. Too much. The air felt thick, and you were sweating despite the breeze from the ocean. You weren’t there yet—but you were close.

You stood off to the side while the rest of them dispersed—David and Paul vanished toward the edge of the pier, Dwayne and Marko scanning the crowd. Star and Michael stayed near you, sensing the heat radiating off your body, the sharp rhythm of your breath.

“You’re shaking,” Star said gently, stepping in front of you, placing a soft hand on your chest. “You need to head back. You’re almost there, I can tell.”

Your jaw clenched. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not..” Michael added, and for once, he didn’t sound like he was doubting you—just worried. “Let us help you.”

“Help?” you huffed out, backing up a step. You could feel your canines pushing against your gums, your eyes burning like wildfire behind your skull. “This isn’t a scratch and sniff situation, Michael. I’m shifting…”

Star smiled at that, slow and knowing. “Then let us handle that.”

You blinked, nostrils flaring—and before you could respond, a hand clapped down on your shoulder.

David.

His grip was firm, and you knew without turning it was him—that deep, grounding gravity he always had. “We’re done here—“ he muttered, voice low. “Let’s get him home.”

Back at the cave, you didn’t even remember the walk. It was all a blur—moonlight, skin prickling, sweat pouring down your back, sweat making your clothes stick to your body. You could barely breathe through it. Your skin itched like it was too tight.

You stumbled once on the cave floor, nearly falling forward, but Star caught you—her fingers threading into your hair, gently tugging you back upright.

David was already unbuttoning his coat, watching you with an intensity that made your stomach flip. “You’ve got too much energy, pup. You’re gonna rip yourself apart.”

He stepped closer. “Let us help you burn it out.”

Star stepped behind you, hands already trailing down your sides. Michael stayed in front, flushed and wide-eyed, clearly unsure but not running.

You swallowed hard. Your hands shook. Your muscles screamed. You needed release.

David’s voice dropped, sharp as fangs. “On your knees, wolf. We’ll take it from here.”

The command in David’s voice hit your bloodstream like a drug. Your knees buckled before your mind caught up, dropping heavy to the stone floor of the cave. Star’s hands kept you steady, she, knelt beside you, carding her fingers through your hair. Her mouth was near your ear now, whispering something soft and breathy that made your skin hum.

“Good boy,” she murmured, nails tracing down your biceps, soothing the shaking tension. A low, rumble of a growl vibrated through your chest. “You’re so warm. So full of energy. We’ll help you bleed it out.”

Michael stood just a few feet in front of you, lips parted, eyes huge. The scent of you must’ve been driving him insane—your sweat, your arousal, the animal musk that came with the full moon pushing hard at your skin. You could see the pulse fluttering in his throat.

David knelt in front of you, gloved fingers grabbing your chin and tilting your head up. “You’re holding back.” He growled, dragging a thumb over your bottom lip. “But not for long.”

Then his mouth was on yours—hungry, rough, owning—and your hands gripped the sides of his thighs as your claws barely stayed retracted. His tongue pushed into your mouth and he tasted like smoke, blood, and power.

Behind you, Star slid her hands down your chest, her body pressed to your back. She was in charge of pacing, and she knew it. Her lips brushed your neck. “You’re trembling. Does it hurt?” she asked sweetly, voice taunting.

You growled under your breath, chest heaving as you broke away from David’s lips.

“Yes.”

“Good.” She smirked. “Let it.”

David pulled back, nodding at Michael. “Strip. Now.”

Michael obeyed, shivering as he peeled off his shirt. He flushed under the heat of your gaze but didn’t look away. Your lips curled into something half-snarl, half-smile. Even through the haze, the need, your instincts purred at the sight of him—so open, so willing. He was always the sweet one. The one who craved to feel needed.

Star slipped around in front of you now, kneeling between your thighs. She kissed you with soft control—like rain cooling down a wildfire. And then she leaned to the side to pull your belt free, slow, deliberate.

“You’re going to come undone,” she whispered against your skin, dragging your pants down just enough. “And we’ll be right here when you do.”

David pressed behind you now, one hand gripping your hair, the other sliding over your ribs, grounding you. “Let go, wolf. Let us use you.”

And you did.

The next moments blurred. Star's mouth was on you—hot, wet, and slow enough to tease the beast inside. You groaned, one hand buried in her thick hair, the other braced against Michael’s thigh where he knelt before you now, watching in awe, hands shaking as he palmed himself through his jeans.

You caught his gaze—blue eyes wide, mouth parted—and your voice dropped, growly and strained: “Come here.”

Michael scrambled forward, and you grabbed him by the hips, dragging him closer until he was flush against your body. You kissed him hard—filthy, claiming—while Star’s mouth made you shudder and David’s hands mapped your body like he owned every inch of it.

——

Your hips stuttered, against Star’s mouth. heat building too fast. Star moaned softly around you, dragging her nails over your thighs. David bit your shoulder—just enough to snap a flash of red behind your eyes. “C’mon pup, use her mouth like a good mutt. She likes it” David growled against your ear as Star deep throats your cock, as deep as she could be for pulling back and shifting till your were flat against the.. bed? When did you get here?

——-

Michael whimpered, riding your cock with stuttering movements. You could feel his heart hammering under his ribs where your hand lays flat against. He might’ve been a half vampire, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is in fact one.

“I-I can’t—” he gasped, and you grabbed the back of his neck, teeth dragging along his jaw as you sat up, your other hand holding his hips down against your lap.

“Yes, you can,” you growled. “Come with me.”

And you did—all of you.

You felt yourself break apart, your howl swallowed in Michael’s neck, Michael still wrapped around your cock, Star riding David like she was made for it. David’s hand fisted in your hair like he owned you.

——

The cave filled with panting, sweat, the scent of sex and fur and blood-heat. Your body spasmed, the shift threatening—but contained. Barely.

Later, you lay half on your side, Star curled against your chest, Michael tucked in close at your stomach, and David seated at your back like a dark throne.

“Still feral?” David asked lazily, fingers dragging down your spine.

You exhaled, finally still.

“...No. I think I’m alright now.”

•Fear (Morso David, but they all have it a lil bit)

• Primal/Prey (You’ve seen how there are when they feed, imagine what they’re like when they’re horny🤭)

David

• Mind manipulation/Control — He’d SO get off on using you however he’d like!! (Consent before hand though ofc)

• Oral Fixation (him putting his thumb in your mouth when he fucks you.. or having you cockwarm him as he sits on his wheelchair with your mouth around his cock.. 😩)

•Markings. (HE LOVES MARKING YOU UPP! He wants everyone to know your his!)

Dwayne

• Praise. (Oh. My. GAWD. This man love to praise you, it’s actually insane. He loves it so so much…. Especially when you flutter around his cock when he does it in a raspy voice against your ear🤭)

•Hair pulling. (Giving and receiving. Pull his hair. He’ll do it back but force you to keep eye contact with his as his hips speed up)

speaking of eye contact—

•Eye Contact. (He wants to watch you as you’re mind obliterates in pleasure as he makes you look into his eyes as he blows your back out)

•Giving Pleasure. (like Paul, he loves going down on his partner. He has more self control than Paul though, he won’t cum in his pants but he will be increasingly desperate to cum)

Paul

• Giving Pleasure. (This man gets of on giving.. I SEE IT! He’d cum in his pants as he goes down on you.)

• Free use. (He’d LOVE for you to use his cock however you like. “Sure, sugar. Use my cock” as he’s high as a fucking kite. Moaning mess)

• oral fixation (like David, but he’d do it to you too🤭)

Marko

• Public play. (This man has no filter, he’d finger you or jack you off on the fariswheele.)

• Roleplay. (Roleplay is little red riding hood- running from him in the woods where if he catches you, he gets to fuck you.)

•Biting/Marking. (Jeezus.. he’d cum on the spot if you bite his shoulder. He loves biting you too, wants EVERYONE to know you’re his.)

blood was blood. sure, some humans tasted better than others, but when you broke humans down to their simplest components, humans were nothing. they were walking piles of meat with a bloodstream. blood pumping through their veins, just screaming at you to sink your fangs into them and drain them of the life they so desperately tried to cling onto. humans were disposable. they were nothing more than a walking blood bag that lived to satisfy you and your hunger.

you had been hunting a long time, long before any of your vampire companions. well, everyone besides max who had existed for longer than anyone else.

marko and paul spent their nights partying and spending their nights terrorizing the locals, much to your and david’s dismay. dwayne spent the time out of the cave with laddie, who was always dragging the man to some new shop or fair ride. david and star spent their night far, far away from everyone else doing things you didn’t even want to know.

and while everyone did their own thing, you spent you time waiting, watching. your gaze would sweep over human after human while you sat on the railings of the boardwalk. every time a human got close enough, your nose would sniff, trying to catch the scent that once made your mouth water.

but every human, every scent of blood, it made your stomach turn with a feeling you hadn’t felt since before the turn. whatever sat in your stomach, which was most likely some sugar filled treat that laddie practically forced you to eat, threatened to rise.

it had been days, almost a week since you last fed. you could tell the others were worried, they didn’t ask, didn’t pry, but the looks they sent you spoke words they didn’t dare say. especially your lover, paul. every day, when the sun set and the moon rose, he’d try to get you to go hunting, try to get you to drink some random person’s blood, but it never worked.

you couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with you. the mere thought of drinking blood made your stomach churn violently, and you found yourself drawn to something else entirely - or rather, someone else. your eyes kept drifting to paul, watching the way he moved, the way his scent called to you in a way that blood no longer did.

paul’s scent, weed mixed with his cologne filled your nostrils every time you got close. his scent had become a comfort to you, but slowly, it had started to become something more.

you could hear his blood flowing through his veins like never before. his blood, o negative, you could tell by the smell. it made your throat burn and your mouth water, just like human blood had before.

every time you looked at paul, the urge to taste his blood grew stronger. you found yourself staring at his neck more and more, imagining how sweet his blood would taste on your tongue. paul had noticed your lingering gazes, but he mistook them for something else entirely - if only he knew the hunger that was truly consuming you.

“find anyone decent enough?” marko’s voice snapped you from your thoughts as he and paul strutted with the strut that screamed danger.

“what did you two do?” you questioned, raising a brow at their cocky walks and large smirks.

“nothing we haven’t done before,” marko shrugged, leaning back on the railing beside you while paul took a stand in front of you, his hands immediately finding your plush hips.

“so, find anyone worth your while?” paul questioned, his fingers squeezing your hips.

to anyone passing, the question sounded dirty, explicit. but to the three of you, it meant something completely different.

you breathed through your nose, inhaling oxygen your body didn’t need. god. there it was again. the addictive scent of paul’s blood.

“no.” you answered shortly, sealing your lips tightly as you felt your fangs begin to itch. your throat burned, like it was set on fire.

paul's brows furrowed in concern, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly. "babe, you need to feed," he whispered, voice low enough that only you and marko could hear. you couldn't help but lean forward, drawn to the pulsing vein in his neck that seemed to call your name.

“i’m aware,” you quickly leaned back and pushed yourself off the railing to take a stand. as your feet hit the ground, your legs seemed to buckle. something they hadn’t done since you were living.

paul was quick to catch you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. "that's it," he declared firmly, exchanging a worried look with marko. "we're getting you something to eat right now, whether you like it or not."

“it’s no use,” you muttered, gripping the muscles of paul’s arms. “you two go do whatever it is you do. i’m going back to the cave.” you went to move, but paul’s grip tightened.

"not happening," paul growled, his grip on you becoming almost possessive. "something's wrong with you, and i'm not letting you out of my sight until we figure out what it is." his blue eyes bore into yours, and you had to fight the urge to stare at his neck again, your fangs aching in your gums.

“then come back to the cave with me,” your eyes stared at his neck, at the beautiful veins that seemed more prominent then usual. “either way, i’m going.”

paul's eyes flickered between yours and marko's before he nodded, his grip still firm on your waist. "alright, let's go." as you both headed towards the cave, you could feel your control slipping with every passing second, the sound of paul's blood rushing through his veins becoming impossible to ignore.

the ride back to the cave was nothing but excruciating. the wind whipping your hair in every direction, specks of sand being thrown at you from being ran over by motorcycle wheels, the nausiating smell of surfernazis as you zoomed past. but that wasn’t even the worst part. the way your chin rested on the spot where paul’s neck and shoulder connected and the way your mouth was right next to his pulse point, it was torture.

his steady pulse thrummed against your lips, each beat sending waves of desperate hunger through your entire being. you gripped his leather jacket tighter, trying to ground yourself, but paul's blood sang to you like a siren's call. when the motorcycle finally came to a stop outside the cave entrance, you practically launched yourself off, stumbling a few steps away from paul as you tried to regain what little control you had left.

“you okay?” paul questioned, quickly ending the engine and stepping off. “babe?” he questioned again when you stayed silent, moving quickly into the cave.

you shook your head, trying to clear the fog of hunger that clouded your mind. the cave walls seemed to spin as you made your way deeper inside, paul's footsteps echoing behind you. his scent grew stronger in the enclosed space, and you could feel your control slipping away with each passing second.

“paul,” you spoke, though it sounded more like a growl. a predatory growl. “i need you.”

“you sure you’re in the right headspace?” paul moved closer to you as the two of you entered the main part of the cave. “i’m not saying no. i’d never say no, especially not to you.” he quickly added upon seeing your accusatory gaze. “but are you sure?”

you stared at paul in a way you never had before and the man would be lying if he said it didn’t excite him. “are you going to stand there and question me or are you going to take me to our room and fuck me?”

it was the perfect excuse for you to finally taste paul’s blood. it was innocent enough. paul had a bite kink, it was something he had never hidden before. so maybe, just maybe, you’d accidently bite too hard and draw a little blood.

paul practically growled at your words, his hands finding your hips once more as he guided you towards your shared room. the hunger within you intensified with every step, your fangs now fully extended and aching for a taste. as paul's lips found yours in a heated kiss, you knew there would be no turning back from what you were about to do.

as the two of you stumbled, literally, into your room, leaving behind different pieces of clothes and garments, your body felt like a ticking time bomb.

as you approached the mattress that you never used for things besides explicit moments, you easily took control, grasping paul’s shoulders and giving him a shove that might’ve been harsher than necessary, but you couldn’t have cared less.

before you could control yourself, your tighs straddled his hips while you lips found paul’s neck, leaving behind wet marks and small bites. “shit, babe.” paul hissed as he threw his head back, his hands squeezing your hips tightly that would’ve caused bruises if you had been mortal.

another perk of being vampires, neither of you had to worry about using too much force or being too rough.

your tongue licked a stripe up paul's neck, collecting the sweat that had gathered there. the taste only made your hunger grow stronger, fangs scraping against his skin in warning. paul moaned beneath you, completely unaware of the dangerous precipice you both stood upon.

“paul, shit, please,” you all but whimpered, lips just above his pulse point.

“please what?” paul questioned, his voice breathily. he was a tease, you knew that. but now wasn’t a time for teasing.

“let me bite you,” you panted out, hips rutting against paul’s.

paul's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he nodded frantically, giving you the permission you so desperately craved. without hesitation, your fangs sank deep into his flesh, and the moment his blood touched your tongue, you moaned at the intoxicating taste - sweeter and more satisfying than any human blood you'd ever tasted. paul's shocked gasp quickly turned into a deep groan of pleasure as you drank deeply, his blood filling you with a warmth that made your entire body sing.

euphoric. that’s the only word you could use to describe the feeling that invaded your body. your body was on fire, burning from the inside out, but it felt so good.

paul's blood was unlike anything you had ever tasted before - it was pure ecstasy flowing through your veins, healing every ache and satisfying every craving you'd been fighting. you could feel his hands gripping you tighter, his body arching beneath yours as you continued to drink, lost in the intoxicating mixture of blood and pleasure.

as you whimpered and moaned, mouth still attached to paul’s neck, a familiar knot grew in your stomach. the feeling was all-consuming, something you had experienced plenty of times in your decades with paul.

it only took a few more seconds of drinking paul's intoxicating blood before your entire body tensed, waves of pleasure washing over you as you reached your peak. paul followed shortly after, his grip on your thighs bruising as he moaned your name. as you finally pulled away from his neck, your tongue lazily licking the wound closed, you could feel the strength returning to your body - paul's blood had been exactly what you needed all along.

“all you had to do was ask, baby,” paul panted, chest heaving as he placed his forehead on the top of your breasts, warm breathing fanning over the cleavage.

you hummed in contentment, still riding the high of his blood coursing through your system. "i was afraid you'd reject me," you admitted softly, nuzzling into his neck where the bite marks were already healing. paul's arms wrapped around you protectively, pulling you closer against his chest as he chuckled.

“who would i be to deny you?” paul quiet laughter filled the air.