#Hot new binding side effect

[jamaisjoons]

happy hentaiween | m.

Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, and October is the season of fear. The dark season. The season of desire.

In October, we toy with the semantics of the monster waiting under our bed to claim us. What does it want with us? Will it be delicious? Will we be delicious in the back of its mouth. In October, we consider the curiosity of the alien, and his probing, searching eyes. When he takes us, will will bind ourselves to him, giving life, and liver and womb without question or hesitation? In October, sympathy for the devil and his demons comes easily and as sweetly as a candy apple to the tongue. Does sin have any room to germinate where there is no light? October makes room for spellbinding, for magic, for complete surrender to the monster living deep within the forest. How easily we will spread ourselves, give over to the limits of our bodies just to ache and hunger with wildfire in our blood.

Welcome to A Hentai Halloween! A collaborative event between a set of truly wonderful authors in celebration of all weebs, monster fuckers, and tentacle lovers hosted by yours truly!

notice: all fics contain smut. minors dni.

⟶ AO3 Masterlist

⁂ binding vow

⤑ pairing: king of curses!namjoon x jujutsu sorcerer!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: dark fantasy. reincarnation. jujutsu kaisen au.

❝ During the Heian Era, long before he was known as the King of Curses, you were Namjoon's lover, only to be parted by death at the hands of a Curse. Now, it's the modern era, and you, a Jujutsu Sorcerer, have been captured by Curses in an offering to the very King you had once loved. ❞

⏤ Category: Hentai ; As Animated by @jamaisjoons​

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ tormented

⤑ pairing: researcher!seokjin x monstress!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. native folklore. e2l.

❝ Seokjin has a terrifying memory from his younger days that has easily shaped him into the man he’s become, and fuelled his desire for all accomplishments thus far. Watching your mother be eaten alive by a monster tends to have a lasting, psychological effect like that. Now a full-time Folklorist, with a PhD in Mythology, Masters in Cultural Anthropology, and a time consuming side-hobby as a Supernatural Investigator, his research has led him into the wilderness surrounding the Black Water Lakes, where he’s determined this monster resides in its hidden habitat. Determined to reveal new discoveries to the world, to prove his insanity is anything but, Jin finds himself hot on the trail of something that haunts his inner child, and yet ignites an unusual fire deep inside him. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster Girls ; As Animated by @kookdiaries​

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ can’t deny your appetite

⤑ pairing: dream whisperer!yoongi x dream walker!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. e2l. sleep paralysis demon.

❝ In the entirety of your existence as a Dream Walker, traveling through people's dreams and feeding on their subconscious fears, you had only heard tales about the Dream Whisperer – a creature that granted humans erotic dreams, taking them away from the fear that you survived on – and had never actually encountered him. But tonight, when the said monster physically appears between you and your food, you might end up feeding on more than you were prepared for. ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @jimilter​

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ brood mare

⤑ pairing: alien!hoseok x human!Reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: sci fi. alien abduction. alien experimentation.

❝ The ship arrived three days after your birthday, an eerie blot in the sky that grew larger and larger until it sought to outshine the sun. It is the lack of change beyond this that had you, and everyone else around the globe, unsettled but after months of its looming presence you are starting to feel curious about it. You are even comforted by it. Still, there is no change. Except, sometimes in the morning you feel as though you have lost something. And, sometimes in the evening, you feel as though you are waiting for something. And, most times, you are certain there is something standing in the shadows, watching and waiting and departing the moment you try to focus on it. Perhaps there is change: a change in you. A change in the way you want it. And a change in the way you want it to want you back. ❞

⏤ Category: Aliens ; As Animated by @yeoldontknow​

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ beware the jabbercock

⤑ pairing: jabberwocky shifter!jimin x ace of hearts!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: shifters. royalty. alice in wonderland au.

❝ As the Ace of Hearts, you are next in line for the throne after your cousin the Queen of Hearts. Her consort Jack however wants you out of the picture and banishes you to the Wonderland wilderness where the terrifying Jabberwocky lives, a horrifying creature responsible for a slew of card deck townspeople deaths.

Within the mysterious depths of the Wonderland forest you find the Jabberwocky, and as you fall under his spell you realise how he was so easily able to capture and defeat so many of your people. ❞

⏤ Category: Hybrids/Shifters ; As Animated by @opaljm​

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ lurking in the dark

⤑ pairing: bogeyman!taehyung x curvy!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: monsters. s2l. pwp.

❝ Don’t look! It’s best to stay tucked under your covers. Folktales warn against acknowledging him. It only strengthens his power. Yet, he is all you want to think about. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster ; As Animated by @inkedtae​

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ fresh out of hell

⤑ pairing: demon monster!jungkook x med student!reader ⤑ genre: angst ∴ smut ⤑ tropes: forbidden love. horror. death race au.

❝ Jungkook was sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit. When the opportunity to earn his freedom again presented itself, he went for it. However, just like the victory, his life was snatched by the vile humans that put him in that awful place to begin with.

After rising from the grave, Jungkook has one mission. Take what’s rightfully his along with what his worst enemy loves the most. Although, the latter might be easier to grab than the former.  ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @sugakookitty​

➵ Coming Soon

The shadows grow long in October, a bottomless black that swallows everything it touches. Trepidation comes easily, lurks behind every corner, watching and waiting, a feeling you cannot shake. And lust has never been shaken from the binds of our bones, it lurks, it watches it waits. What was once a friendly, well-lit street becomes an endless expanse of bleak possibility. What was once a friendly fable becomes a warning, a promise, an ode to regret and an ode to an unexpected metamorphosis. Desire transmutes the street corner your old neighbour once occupied, full now with difference, with longing, with a yearning close to obsession the moment a charming, new face stands at its threshold. The air tastes different in October, ripe with unexplained cravings.

We were taught never to speak about the dark desires that remain unsatisfied when the sun is out. But in October, when the moon is high, and the darkness is alive, we've decided to tell you everything we've ever wanted.

And none of us will be the same when we are done.

#bts smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts au #bts fic #minors dni

[two-dolla-bills]

Top 10 mechanisms songs that you can get away with playing at a retailers without too many side eyes

I got a job in retail and I felt inspired lol

Disclaimer: this is not a list of the best mechanisms songs/the ones I think deserve to go "mainstream", they're just the ones that would blend in the best

1. Sirens

This song is probably the mechanisms' least "centered" song. It doesn't mention any characters, it has no narration, and out of context it just sounds like A Song that you might hear on the radio. Sirens is to the mechanisms as you're the one that I want is to grease, you know?

2. Trial by song

THIS one. It's in the same category to me as Sirens; you can listen to it by itself and not suspect much. Unlike Sirens which can be completely separated and still make sense, this one is more like a whole new world from Aladdin. There are parts that make it obvious that it's from a larger whole, but if you just so happen to catch the "safe" parts you won't suspect much.

Points were deducted due to Mr. Soldier's unique vocals. (Unique as in not very common in mainstream music)

3. Empty trail

This is no offense to Dr. La Cognizzi, but sometimes when she sings it's hard to make out what she's saying, which works in her favor in these circumstances. It sounds country/rock, which help it blend in with some dad rock songs. If I remember correctly, the melody was actually taken from a Led Zeppelin song, so if you aren't paying attention to what's ACTUALLY being said you can get away with claiming it's a cover.

4. Ties that bind

Although this one does mention many plot points, many fans have stated that they had no idea what the fuck was being said until the have looked for the lyrics (myself included) this, combined with it's jazzy rythm, make it able to blend in with other songs, similarly to empty trail

5. Odin

The most "normal" song out of the entirety of The Bifrost Incident. This song made it to the top five because it has similarities with Roam by the B-52's, but had points deducted due to it clearly being about an awesome space train

6. Lost in the cosmos

This might just be personal opinion, but it sounds like a church song. You can pull off the effect of it being about earth Jesus and not space robot Jesus if you have particularly bad quality speakers and a busy store w/lots of noise. Again, the lyrics kinda give it away as to not being entirely main stream

7. Stranger

Look it's a banger, ok? Many of the lyrics could be taken as just being metaphors, but I feel like you have to squint to "see" it. Pay too much attention and shit gets a little weird. Also, points deducted because it's two men singing together and not a man and a woman, which throws a wrench into the works. At kohl's it might raise some eyebrows but in like hot topic it'll blend in a little better

8. Redeath

You would think a song about a sphoenix (space phoenix) would be lower on the list but you'd be wrong. It's a really pretty song with a good original melody, and it's something that can be drowned out by a particularly rowdy crowd. Like Stranger, it would blend in better at a hot topic than at kohl's, but only slightly.

9. Elysian Fields

The melody in Elysian Fields is taken directly from the song wayfaring stranger, which has been coverd by Jonny Cash, Ed Sheeran, Poor Man's Poison, and The Longest Johns, AS WELL HAS having been featured in the movie 1917 and in the video game The Last of Us II, which make it very recognizable. Because of this recognizability, people who know the original song may be caught off guard by hearing it in a Walmart with completely different lyrics. It was originally in 7th place, but the popularity of the original takes off many points

10. Once and future king

It's a banger, don't get me wrong, but it also very heavily and clearly mentions plot points from the album, which itself is heavily base on Aurtharian mythology; something very well known in the western world (also the names are not common at all and most haven't been in fashion in centuries). In a crowded, busy space with not very good quality speakers it could potentially blend in, but one or two names might sneak out. The only reason it's on the list is because of the instrumental outro, which sounds normal enough

#the mechanisms #hnoc #tbi #udad #two songs that didn't make it on the list were cinder's song and sleeping beauty #they're both good but too specific

[gaiaseyes451]

Choice - A New Good Omens Fic

You may be aware we're having a smut war over at @goodomensafterdark. I'm pleased to be firing my first volley of the war with Choice! Note: Rated Explicit on AO3.

An Excerpt:

At first I wanted you because you were beautiful. 

Oh Lord, but you were beautiful. 

The first time I caught sight of you in the darkness of the budding universe, starlight tangled in your hair, the brightness of creation shining in your eyes. How I had wanted you, there and then. The yearning possessed me, ached in my core, intruded on my thoughts. I passed the nights in my quarters, feeling every needling second as I waited for the appointed time to return to the stars beside you.

I could not say when the furtive glances and carefully incidental grazes began. I tried to deny the feeling, dampen the hope that there was a pattern behind the brief encounters. A side-effect of working in close proximity, I told myself, encounters that were unavoidable and meaningless. Nothing more than happenstance, and surely not borne from your desire. A friction, exciting atoms to emit heat, pleasant in the moment—how I burned for you—but chafing in the aftermath when you pulled away. And so I attempted to deceive myself.

***

Six days I waited for your approach, listened for your voice, felt the phantoms of your touch. You were pulled away, conversing in hushed whispers and strident tones. Angels I had never seen demanded your attention… I sat on the precipice, waiting for any breeze to tip me over the edge.

On the seventh day, you approached me for the third time. Before I heard you, I sensed you—a star binding a body in its orbit, I was drawn to you, encompassed now by a force I could not resist. Even if I could have broken the tether, I did not desire escape. I stilled as you neared, holding my breath, thrumming with anticipation. Your hand hovered between my wings, a touch so light my back prickled as you leaned over my shoulder, breath hot on my ear. 

“Plans are progressing.” Your fingers slipped over the primary feathers to the soft coverts and I shuddered in pleasure.

“The observatory tonight after evening prayer. Let me show you what could be.” You spoke the words with your nose tucked beneath my jaw and I knew you could feel my pulse racing beneath the thin skin.

Your fingertips dug into my back and I arched into the sharpness. “I will not ask again.”

You withdrew, leaving me churning in your wake.

*~*~*

A special thanks to @sohoscribblers and my wonderful beta readers: @hakunahistata, @ineffable-obsession, @the-literal-kj, @adverbian, @depraved_dame, @adeptdragonfruit54, @azeutreciathewicked, @uz-6,

#good omens #crowley #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens 2 #my fic #my fanfiction #good omens smut #good omens heaven #good omens fandom #ineffable smut war

[chadillacboseman]

The knife/blood play with Doc was rlly good, would u be willing to make a part 2 or maybe Doc doing something else (impact or perhaps bondage)?

OH WE ARE SO BACK-

Pairing: Doc x F!Reader Warnings: Oh boy! Bondage, knifeplay, a lil slap here and there. Doc being a condescending jackoff lol. I blacked out when I wrote this and when I came to there were so many horny words on the page. Just a blatant display of my mental illness projected onto a screen. I had to put like the ENTIRETY of this under a cut because it's VERY NSFW lol.

Your legs are shaking and you feel as if your chest is going to explode from the way your heart hammers away at your ribcage. Gustave has your ankles bound to the legs of the chair, effectively keeping your legs splayed wide for him.

He stalks around the chair and you watch with apprehension as the light glints off of the blade he clutches in his hand. You teeter on the razor edge between scared and unbearably aroused, your mind in a white hot haze.

This isn't the first time the two of you have done something like this, but the bindings are new.

"Are you afraid?" Gustave whispers as he drags the blunt end of the knife along your shoulder. You tremble slightly and he grins, shark-like.

When you don't answer, he chuckles and kneels in front of you, his dark eyes shining in the overhead light. Slowly, he brings his mouth between your legs and you whimper as his breath fans over the tender skin of your inner thighs.

"Let me help you find your voice," Gustave purrs. He runs his tongue along your already soaked slit and pauses to suck gently at your clit.

You moan his name and he grins against you before adding a finger that makes you see bright white. You're too lost in his motions between your legs to notice when he raises the knife to your upper thigh. A quick cut makes you cry out in earnest as the blood spills down your leg and onto the chair.

Gustave looks up at you with punch drunk and hazy eyes; he moves from your pussy to the wound and runs his flattened tongue over it, collecting the blood before groaning and closing his eyes as he swallows.

You watch with your breath trapped in your chest as his throat bobs. The sharp pain fades to a dull ache as he returns his mouth to between your legs. You try to buck against him and he tuts in disapproval before taking a nip at your clit that makes you yelp.

Gustave is torturing you on purpose, letting you come to the cusp of release before backing off. It's enough to drive you mad, but you won't give him the satisfaction of begging.

You whine pathetically when he pulls away just as you're about to topple over the edge and you swear under your breath.

"Such a dirty mouth," he says, rather condescendingly, "Maybe I'll keep you here for a few hours, hm?"

You don't answer and his broad hand connects with your cheek, just hard enough to shock you into a startled cry that makes him smirk. He waits for the safe word, wonders if he's crossed a line, but you don't give it.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Gustave tilts your chin up with the flat side of the knife and you nod wordlessly, "Use your words, ma cherie."

"Yes," you choke out the word and he takes the knife from your neck and moves it to your sternum.

The next cut is deeper and you cry out through gritted teeth as he returns his hand to your aching pussy. Warm blood spills down your chest and to your stomach as he pumps his fingers inside you.

"Should I let you cum?" he murmurs and your defiance washes away as if it's slipped the rung of the ladder it was climbing.

"Please," your lip quivers and he offers you a mock pout as he lowers his mouth to your pussy once more.

This time he eats like a man starved until he feels you clench around his fingers. You throw your head back and moan, which keeps your eyes off the blade that he brings to your other thigh. The final cut is deeper than he intended and you let out a genuine scream when the blade drags across your skin.

Gustave looks up with his brows knit low over his eyes in concern. He's sure he's crossed a line, but when your gaze finds his, you don't offer the safe word. Instead, you pull your lip between your teeth and he feels a jolt go straight to his cock.

He runs the flat side of the knife across the cut, collecting the bright crimson blood on the steel. He brings it to your mouth, the shining metal glinting as he hovers it there.

"Clean it," Gustave's voice is thick as he stands and watches expectantly.

You hesitate, and once again his hand connects with your face. You whimper and extend your tongue, running it along the blunt side of the knife until the blood pools on your tongue. He waits until you swallow and then smiles devilishly.

"Good girl."

His cock is aching as he watches you swallow. He wants so badly to cut the ropes and bend you over the chair. To fuck you until you're begging for mercy.

But the cuts need attention, and he can wait.

Gustave moves to deftly slice the ropes that hold your ankles, then your wrists. He runs his fingers soothingly over the marks left behind and you lean into him, sighing contentedly. He kisses the crown of your head before pulling away and finding the towel he has stashed away.

Carefully, he mops the blood from the wounds until the towel is stained red. He grimaces at the most recent one, silently admonishing himself for his carelessness.

"Are you alright?" he murmurs as he dabs at the cut until it stops bleeding.

You nod and he moves his hand up to stroke your face where he struck it earlier. He finds your gaze and cocks his head, as if to ask 'are you sure?'

"I'm fine, I promise," you smile weakly and he seems content, tossing the towel aside in favor of cupping your chin with his other hand.

"You did well, ma cherie," he smiles warmly, such a swift departure from the man he was just moments ago. His ability to switch in an instant never ceases to amaze you.

Gustave swipes his thumb across your lower lip then kisses you, soft and loving. He worries, even when you don't use the safe word- worries that he's crossed a line or overstepped a boundary. He doesn't want to hurt you, not genuinely anyway.

"I love you," he is sure to hold your gaze as he says it, still searching for a sign that he's done wrong.

"I love you, too."

You smile and he's satisfied.

#ns/fw #doc r6 #doc x reader #gustave kateb x reader #search for a doc gif and 90% of them are mine lmaoooooo #i was really on a perc in 2022 #thank u for this ask it cleared the skies and watered my crops #the doc girlies are finding my content #i see you all going buckwild in the notifs #latto voice: AND MY MAN THANK U TO MY MAN!!! #if youll excuse me for a moment i have to move my phone to my left hand

[melon-cream-enmu]

repost from peach-cream yukio

Cw piss, dubcon, forced drinking of blood, pee as lube kinda sorta, cum as lube, talk of offering you to Muzan, for sexual use and a new human to turn, squirting kinda, ‘true form’ Enmu(?) stuffing and binding reader, Canon character death, semi canon ending??? once again I brainrot about Enmu making you pregnant. Plus size reader, mention of tummy fat and fat pu ssy. Enmu is his own cw if it’s coming from my blog at this point lol

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Enmu behind you, form framing yours as he presses desperately into your clothed heat, fabric of his pants and your panties causing friction. Your uniform skirt pushed up and out of the way. Enmus left hand creeps atop yours and interlocks your fingers. You whimper and try to pull your hand away but you’re effectively trapped.

His other hand worms it’s way to your chest, popping buttons and slicing threads, humming a sadistic laugh as they clatter to the floor. He kneads your exposed breast, marveling at your warmth, almost a searing heat compared to him. He teases you, telling you how cute your nipples are, pebbling under his cold touch.

His hand moves down, down your ribs, your tummy, where he grasps your fat so harsh his nails break skin and he can feel your blood trickle to his fingers. He brings them to his mouth, licking them clean of your blood so enthusiastically they’re wet from his saliva and drool when they return to your body. His fingers stroke just below your tummy, intent clear when he presses down on your bladder.

You cry out, thrashing and trying to push him off. You could handle being taken with your dignity still intact when, if, you manage to return to the other hashira, but pissing yourself as a demon ruts at your sex is something your mind would never let you recover from. The mouth on his hand coos at you, lulling you close enough to sleep that your upper half collapses, cheek colliding with the floor. You sob dryly, tears blooming on your lashes as you wiggle tiredly, only succeeding in providing more pleasure to the man behind you.

His deep giggle tortures your mind. You can’t stop it, he’s pressing so insistently and forcing it from you. It’s hot and wet, and there’s so much of it, soaking your panties, his crotch, and soaking down his leg, the stream trickling down your own onto the floor has you raising your head with all the strength you can muster in your dream hazed state to avoid it.

Enmus still rocking his hips into yours and stimulating your sex, but he seems to have slowed down. You risk a peak back at him and see he’s distracted in his own pleasure, even feeling his grip on your hand loosening. You pull together what strength you have left and shake yourself free of him. You crawl towards the wall in front of you with heavy breaths, hoping to pull yourself up and steady your aching form against the movement of the train but a hand on your ankle shatters what little hope you had of doing so.

His other hand grabs the side of your open uniform jacket and yanks, turning you onto your back. He forces his knees under your thighs and humps you so hard it pushes your head up the wall. Neck now bent uncomfortably with your chin forced down almost to your chest, you can only look up at him pathetically, eyes teary and leaking, lip trembling. He can see you switching focus between his two eyes, pleading, though you know it’s useless.

“Oh~ I love that look, so cute and helpless.” His nails shred your sleeves and skirt and leaves your uniform as nothing more than cloth you lay upon. Enmus shedding his blazer and button up, undoing his pants and pushing them down. Your hands are pushing, punching, scratching his bare chest weakly, strings of ‘please’, ‘please don’t’ leaving your lips, even daring to speak his name as if you were friends. You should’ve known that would make it worse.

“E-Enmu…please don’t…do this.” The words hiccup from your throat and you’re filled with regret when you see him shudder. The hand that was stroking his cock leaves it in favor of collecting your wrists into his hold. You jolt and cry out when his shaft drops wetly to your lips, a soft, wet ‘smack’ heard in loud silence of the train car. Enmu kisses your fingers messily, then your pulse, before gently biting your thumb and letting his lips encase it in a kiss before stretching into a smile.

He’s delusional, you can see it in his eyes. Though his pupils may not dilate in their strange design, the softness, adoration, obsession, love in them is evident. One hand lifts your chin, the other positions his cock to your pussy. You’re not wet, but your wet enough, and Enmu’s cock already covered in his own cum making the push easy to take.

He’s sweating as he leans down your face cradled in his hands. He presses sloppy, erratic kisses to your skin before looking you in the eyes. He sticks his tongue out of his mouth and, when you think he’s going to shove it in yours, he bites down hard. The terrified look in your eyes has his cock twitching in you as he pries your mouth open. His fingers stroke back and forth on your tongue as his drool and blood pool on his tongue, dripping in one thick string into your mouth. He pushes your tongue back so it presses against the roof of your mouth, letting it collect in your mouth.

He kisses you hard, desperate, tongue chasing yours. You push your tongue forward in hopes of pushing his fluids back into his mouth but his tongue meets yours, curling around it, pulling it, caressing it, and blood and spit drip down your chin. You don’t want to be any stickier than you already are, so you swallow what’s left in your mouth, much to Enmu’s delight. He kisses you more, as if he can’t get enough of you, all while softly rocking his hips into yours.

His voice is quiet yet like a melody, soothing in a way you despise. “You’re perfect, so stubborn, so strong. I could convince him to save you. He’d want you, a demon slayer turned demon, youd be so useful, and he’d be pleased to have someone as valuable as you. And..” his hips abruptly pick up a fierce pace, thighs slapping yours so hard you know they’ll be stinging in no time.

“I could have you whenever I want. Oh, but he might want you too, you’re beautiful, and so soft and warm after all. I’ll share…you’ll be so happy, regarded so highly, for your strength and your body.” A hand slams the wood of the wall beside your head and you cower as you hear it splinter. The other grabs the meat of your thigh, hiking your leg up as high as it’ll go, allowing Enmu to suck and bite his mark into your skin.

He’ll beg if he has to. He needs you, needs to fill you every moment he can. You have to learn that you’re his. He’ll cream your cute, fat pussy as much as he has to to make you understand, and even after that. He won’t stop. He can’t, not when your tears as so pretty, sparkling in the light of the train car. Now when your stomach and breasts bounce with every cervix-kissing thrust.

His forehead makes contact with the wall above you, looking down at you with red cheeks, hazy eyes, hot breaths. Sweat drips from his brow to your face as you crane your neck to look up at him. You feel the telltale sweet ache in your gut and you can’t stop yourself from cumming, but you can take the satisfaction of seeing your face away from him. You cower and choke down your moans as you gush on his cock, further soaking his pants that he never completely removed.

He moans and laughs, running his figures up his abs, collecting your essence. He leans back allowing you to see him as he paints his tongue with it all. Then his eyes flutter closed, his flushed face flushes even redder, and his hips slam tight to yours one last time. His cum fills you, so much of it it that it feels like your stretching. He pulls your hips closer, wiggling his hips to press just that much further, plugging you full of him.

The shift in where you lay has your head sliding down the wall to the floor with a muffled thud. The walls rumble and bubble, and your so tired you think you’re dreaming. Meaty tendrils protrude from the wall and wrap around you, arms behind your back. One snakes it’s way up your thigh and swiftly enters you when Enmu pulls his softening cock from your heat. You cry with your one last shred of dignity and more tendrils wrap your legs together.

More of the fleshy substance builds up from the floor, and you’re lifted and laid onto it as if forms the shape of what could vaguely be called a lounge chair. You feel the substance rolling and bubbling under you, and it feels like kisses. You’re silent as Enmu leans down to your face and wipes a tear from your cheek. He wishes you goodnight with a kiss and strokes your jaw with his left hand, letting it lull you into a fast sleep.

You’re creamed and plugged when ever Enmu is able, and when you aren’t limp from exhaustion. Months go by, and you must watch as unfortunate people die by Enmu’s hand. You think you recognize a hashira or two, but you’re never awake enough to be sure. Few have made it to the car you reside in alive, but when they do, Enmu teases you by letting you hear them as they approach, concern evident in their voice when they lay eyes on you. Enmu lets you feel the guilt that you were the reason they walked in and dropped their guard at your sad state, allowing him to swiftly take their lives.

You know the moment he’s killed. You could hear a commotion, something was pulling his attention from keeping you in your sleep like state, but the flesh still bound you. When the train derailed, it seem what last bit of Enmu there was encased you in the crash.

You come to in the dirt, few feet away from the tracks, as the flesh seems to burn away from your body.It crawls close your face, just gracing your jaw before it disappears completely. You can’t stand, but your arms have enough strength to run over your stomach and your eyes widen in fear.

You hadn’t been in any position to see yourself all this time, and the feel of your distended stomach has your blood running cold. You scream and wail and cry until your voice gives out and you hyperventilate to the point of unconsciousness. You cry for yourself and what you’ll have to go through from now on, and you wish you could deny it but you can’t. You cry because he’s gone. The constant outpouring of sick love from this demon had caused you to become attached. You desperately wished you hadn’t.

You wake to the sounds of crying, you blink your eyes open, and feel fabric on your skin. You stand on shaky legs and wrapped yourself in the flame detailed cape. You walk a ways forward and spot 3 boys, sitting around a body. A glimpse of all too recognizable hair can be seen from where you stand. You never met him, but every hashira knew of him.

You fall to your knees and the boys turn, the brunette rushing to you exclaiming that your hurt. He’s actively wiping endless tears from his face as he helps you stand and shouts for the others to start gathering the passengers.

He’s speaking but you can’t hear him. The only thing you can hear is an unnatural heartbeat resonating from inside you.

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[shywhumpauthor]

Hey! I need some help with my writing, and you seemed like the best place to go!

So my whumpee is being experimented on in a lab, eventually to be turned into an angel-like thing (wings and blindness).

I would love to build on the whump scenarios that happen in the lab, and maybe after she escapes with the inhuman caretaker?

Lemme know! Thank you so so much, I love your posts! 💞

Aw anon of course, I’ll help as much as I can! I’m a bit confused with your wording—but I believe you’re asking for ideas for the experiments and the aftermath with the caretaker? Correct me if I’m wrong though! Also I wasn’t entirely sure what you meant by inhuman caretaker, so I kept that aspect kind of vague. Same kind of thing with the “blindness”, I tried to do a bit of research on angels for this but it led me in a hundred different directions sooo I tried?

For experiments, the big thing I can think of is surgeries. A long series of painful, complicated procedures, each one designed to target a small part of the transition. Altering Whumpee’s anatomy of their spine/shoulder blades to first create space for the wings, one to connect the beginning muscles to those they already have, careful attachments of the ligaments, extending the nerves through the new appendages. Have fun with the technicalities here, add in as many little details as you wish.

For other aspects of the (assuming) human to angel, drugs. String a bunch of random letters together, boom. All sorts of drugs, to promote fast healing, less recovery time needed between operations, to prevent illness associated with infections they might contract with the prolonged open exposure of the wounds. Give them something that will lessen the chances of their body rejecting the new additions, that will be fun.

Then once the wings are attached, lots of tests. Stimulation, reaction time, having to physically teach them how to control the new body parts. If they have feathers, that will be a whole new nightmare, having to grow them, grooming, the technicalities behind how they will be produced, on and on.

Physical therapy of course, do I really need to extend on this?

Other possibilities for what happens in the lab, for sensation testing, stick a bunch of little tiny needle sensors into the wings, use those to track their ability to connect the sensory to their mind, see if they can pinpoint where the needles are without seeing them put in. Run little shocks through the metal, test how much the current translates from the appendage to their pain receptors. See how they deal with hot, cold, pluck out the feathers one by one to expose the sensitive, raw “flesh” below and then cut that up for the same reasons above.

Keep them in a cage when they’re not in “use”, a tiny one which they could barely fit in, forcing them to cram their wings uncomfortably

I’m not entirely sure how the blindness would come along, but you could either have the Whumpers inflict it intentionally, or it could be an accidental side effect of one of the drugs, a minor setback

Whenever Whumpee isn’t actively being tested on, bind their wings. Tight burlap pulled across the feathers, bound flush against their back with straps of leather to keep them out of the way. It’s uncomfortable and painful, will leave them stiff and sore for days after they’re released from the bonds 

After the escape, they’ll obviously be traumatized. They could have developed anxious habits in the lab such as tugging out their own feathers, or hiding their wings against them because they were so adverse to having them touched and used to otherwise having them bound

They won’t be able to stand anyone touching their wings. Instant meltdown, panic attack, screaming and begging and crying much to Caretaker’s horror and confusion

Because they won’t let caretaker help care for their wings, and they don’t know/are unable to do so on their own, they become a rather sore sight, ingrown feathers, molting is a nightmare, pains and aches, stiffness and reluctance to move

They hate confined spaces, but extending their wings feels unnatural

Maybe there’s a refeeding syndrome thing where because they were so used to whatever crap they were fed in the lab, some sort of mush composed of only the bare nutrients they needed to survive and thrive during the trials that they cannot adjust to actual food

Alright I’m tired writing this and I can’t think of anything else right now, I hope this helps! If you need more, by all means send another ask I’ll be happy to help more!

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[ruiniel]

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Rating: Explicit 🔞

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

CW: Erotica, Blood Kink, Hematophagy, Out of Character, Alternate Universe, Dark Crack, Gratuitous Smut, AU interpretation of Alucard, Angst, Bloodlust, Dark Magic, Inspired by Castlevania, Psychological Horror, Gothic, Dubious Consent, Self-indulgent Darkfic what else, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Shapeshifting, Dark Fantasy, I mean it's show!Castlevania, so really..., No Fluff detected, OK maybe a smidge of it, Dead Dove etc

Summary: You're asking for things you... shouldn't?

Also on AO3

All characters depicted are 18+ of course. Please curate your own experience. Do heed the warnings.

II.

“Rules…” Adrian repeats, looking thoroughly unconvinced. He drags a hand over his face, rising from bed and reaching for his trousers.

You bite down hard on your lip and wrap the towel around your frame again, a little disappointed at having ended your spontaneous tryst with your stupid idea. “Yes, for example, if… if we have some sort of signal, or you take only enough that the risk of going feral is reduced? Or maybe there are other measures?” Bindings and weapons come to mind, but knowing his past, those choices are out of the question. You’d die before suggesting such a thing to enable your own gratification; not that you’d know how to properly wield anything sharp against someone else anyway. Not that you could ever hurt him. But it’s the most obvious option, and by the pallor on him, you know the thought also crossed his mind.

But he says nothing of it. He fastens his trousers, then comes and kneels before you as you slide towards the edge of the bed, your legs dangling back and forth. He places his palms flat on either side of you, watching you intently.

“Is there a danger of you… of turning me?”

Adrian shakes his head, a smile forming on his lips. It’s rather bitter, too, and your heart sinks. “As I am, I cannot turn a human as a full-fledged vampire would; nor have I ever tried. I do not possess the proper amount of power to complete that transformation process.”

“Well, then…” you rub the back of your neck.

He frowns. “My God...” His expression turns incredulous. “You will not give in, will you?”

Your face feels hot again, and you lower your eyes, chastened. Your voice comes barely audible when you speak. “I just thought you might enjoy it. I… I trust you, and think you ought to, as well.”

He looks down at the space between you for a long moment. “I can’t believe I’m considering this,” Adrian murmurs. His hand finds your thigh, and you feel the warmth of him through the material. “Vampiric urges are unpredictable. I might… be tempted to take more, despite any rules,” he says. “I have no inkling of what… of what effect your blood would have, especially considering our connection. Usually, sharing has deep visceral effects on both the drinker and the one who offers, on a level you cannot comprehend; on a level I cannot comprehend.”

All good arguments, but his words do nothing to scare you. “Adrian,” you smile at him, “I’m positive neither of us would mind that aspect too much.”

He sighs, rising to his feet. “Listen to me. I don’t want to deprive you of anything on my account.” His lip quivers, his eyes boring into yours. “Not to say a part of me doesn’t yearn to hold you down on this bed and do precisely as you ask.”

Your heart tumbles when his gaze morphs into something else, and you see a new expression on his beautiful face; something close to hunger, shaded by desire.

You stand and near him. “Think about it?” God be good, you know there is nothing logical about your wish, and you don’t doubt the truth of his words against it. “Maybe something comes to mind?” He has far more knowledge on the matter than you, after all. “I want to see you that way. I want… I want both of us to feel what it’s like.”

Adrian laughs, short and dry, bringing you to him and you fall into his warmth, all but moaning when he tightens his grip. He lowers his head to you and presses his cheek to yours. Another sigh. “… you little beast.”

~~

The porcelain cups clink together as you retrieve them from the kitchen cabinet and place them on an embellished silver tray. The kettle whistles and you rush to remove it from the stovetop, then carefully pour hot water in a large cast-iron teapot. The smell of cinnamon and marigold teases your nostrils, and you breathe in deeply, content, adding a few pieces of dried apple you found in the pantry to the blend. You take a seat at the long wooden table, stirring the tea with one hand, your face in your palm. You gaze out the window as you wait for the flavors to meld, watching the swirling dance of snowflakes, your thoughts on all and nothing. Winter shrouds the land and came early this year, bringing with it bursting gales. You consider yourself lucky to have proper shelter and the company of the one you care for.

Your thoughts stray to Adrian, and the day’s events. The weather is certainly a powerful enough incentive to find many occupations indoors. Sometimes you help him with the inventory he’s making of the artifacts in the Belmont Hold, and today was one such day. You treasure that peaceful silence as you work together, and you’re sure there is a rather silly smile currently plastered on your face. Eager to see him, you stand and check the tea, deeming it ready. After filling each cup you carefully lift the tray with both hands, setting towards your destination through the lamplit corridors. That lightning is used to illuminate the castle is still a wonder to you, as are many other things you learned in the time spent here. Reluctant at first, Adrian had been instrumental in offering you another perspective on the workings of nature, of the world.

You walk on until the door to the study comes into view. It was left ajar, and shivering lights splash over the darkened stone tiles. You follow and cross the threshold, carrying your tray with tea. The room is lit bright orange and warm, and you see Adrian, seated close to the lively hearth, sunken in a comfortable crimson armchair, his fine shirt rolled up to his elbows. His cheek rests in his palm as he turns the page of a tome lying open in his lap.

You go to him, placing the fragrant tea on an elegant little table next to the armchair. Adrian does not lift his gaze to look at you, but a smile tugs at his lips as he turns another page. “Thank you.”

You look at him from under your lashes, doubting you’d ever seen someone as lovely as he, so serene and absorbed by his lecture. The ever-present gaunt misery on his drawn features has lessened of late, which is a great relief.

The ravaging winter outside means spending most of your time inside the castle, and reading in the evenings is a pastime you share. You've lost count of the occasions you fell asleep here, a forgotten book set on your knees, your feet warmed by the hearth, and your eyes closing to the falling snow beyond the window layering the land in sparkling white.

You peek closer at the stack of books on the table which Adrian must have found in the vast library of his forebear. You feel their thick bindings with your fingers before taking one manuscript in hand. Your eyebrow quirks as you read the title. The Kitāb al-Bulhān. You place it back, and take another. A copy of the Picatrix. Adrian looks up from his reading, his golden eyes on your movements, and you meet his gaze briefly before you catch the title of the manuscript he’s currently perusing. The Hygromanteia. All grimoires; treaties on magic, demonology, and alchemy.

Adrian reaches for the tea and takes a sip. His eyes close, and a soft smile changes his face. “You added cinnamon,” he says, watching you sweetly as he places the cup back on the table.

He’s so grateful and so enjoys the smallest gestures of kindness and consideration, you cannot but feel a flicker of joy brimming in your chest; anything, you’d do anything for him. With mischief on your face, you move behind the armchair, leaning over; your seeking hands gently slide down his chest, your chin rests on his shoulder. As always he smells divine, and you can’t help the rush of need singing through your core as you stare at the tome splayed over his knees.

“Searching for something?” you ask, watching the yellowed veal pages.

“Perceptive,” he deadpans, and you huff in feigned irritation. His quips and jabs are always playful, never malicious. A tremendous difference from how things stood between you in the beginning.

“Does that mean you will not tell me?”

Adrian turns another page, tilting his head up so his face comes buried into your hair. “I actually will, as it concerns you. Well, us.”

“Oh.” Your eyes narrow, attempting to decipher the script he had scribbled on a note held over the pages. But the symbols - or letters? - are foreign to you. “What language is this?”

An elegant hand reaches and long fingers glide through your hair as you nuzzle against his neck. “Enochian,” Adrian says.

An occult language, but that’s all you know about it. Of course, your interest is aroused, and you’re eager to find what he discovered this time, what this is about.

“Come here,” Adrian whispers, and not wasting a beat, you shift around the armchair as he sets the manuscript aside and pulls you down to him.

You fall into him, arms winding around his neck; his hand rests on your hip, your legs haphazardly dangling over the armrest as you gaze into the velvet gold of his eyes. You often wonder, belatedly, if he possesses some sort of charm or glamor, that he so easily stuns you, and not a few are the times you must still your rushing heart, quell your restless breathing. You watch each other in silence, shadows and firelight dancing over your features. But there’s no impishness about him now; instead, you sense that restlessness from the other day.

“After your… request,” he begins, looking at you meaningfully, “I wanted to see if there are any measures recorded to aid in containing vampiric urges. I’ve found nothing in the Hold, but my father’s library holds records from most if not all schools of magic that ever were.”

He’s actually been looking into that? You perk up, and a fang catches his bottom lip as he watches you. He smirks, knowing he’s gotten your attention, surely attuned to the trepidation flowing through your blood.

You lean closer, placing a quick peck on his nose. “And?...”

“And, after much sifting through many spell books, I’ve found this.” He reaches for the piece of parchment with the Enochian script and points at one specific symbol. “This, is the letter Ur, the equivalent of the letter L,” he says. “It symbolizes luciftias, meaning, roughly, light bringer.”

You admit, your linguistic skills are far from proficient compared to his, but you squirm in his lap. Your damned curiosity is peaked, and there’s no going back. You stare at him, expectant. “How is this to help? What is it?”

Adrian hesitates. “A seal. If you still wanted to go with that madness, there is a spell that could…” he frowns, seeking for the right words, “that would prevent a feral vampire from acting out on their urges. But…” he brings you closer.

You’re still floored and have a hard time believing he actually looked into this, and it must show on your face. “But?”

“The binding spell only works if bound in blood. Human blood. Your blood.” He tilts his head to the side, watching your reaction. ”Your pulse is running.”

You swallow, your body tensed and hot from both the fire and the way he sees through you. Damn his abilities. “Go on?”

“It’s rather simple, based on the writings at least." He brings you closer to his chest. “All you’d need to do, should the situation call for it,” he takes your hand, placing it to his heart, “is write the symbol in your blood over my skin, here. Once the sharing takes place, your blood has power over my kind for a little while, as we do over you.”

You blink, clutching at his silken shirt. “That… that sounds easy enough.” Certainly better than daggers and silver cuffs. “But maybe… it wouldn’t be required.”

Adrian takes your chin between his fingers. His eyes follow the quiver of your mouth before he leans in, and you taste warm cinnamon on his lips. Your lower body presses down on his hips, and you swallow his gasp before he severs the kiss. “I take it, you like my solution,” he coos warmly against your cheek.

Like? Like? You’re a shaking heap of eagerness streaked with self-loathing for pushing this. Your nails graze the back of his head before you run your hands through his soft strands. Your hand slips down to the seam of his trousers, lower. Slowly, shamelessly, you stroke him in languid movements; his eyes flutter closed, his head falling against the backrest. You almost don’t say it, but the words escape you of their own will. “Shall we put it to the test?”

Adrian frowns but you rise and kiss him before he can offer an answer, swallowing his sigh and moving in his lap to straddle him, gripping his shoulders as he hugs you to him; his hips lift slightly for more of your pressure. There is no better reply than the tightening of his arms around you, trapping you as though afraid you’ll dissolve in the grey mists of some fancy of the mind.

As if you would ever leave. Not because you owe him so much, your own life included. Not because of the misery you witnessed and tried to shear through again and again just to reach him, however brutal — though understandable — his rejection at first. Most of all, it’s because he is the embodiment of all you thought you’d never find in someone else. Understanding and affinity, companionship. You know he needs these as much as you or anyone else, these pitifully human but essential commodities of the soul. He never said it to your face, not yet at least. There was no moonlit confession or vow of togetherness, but he shows it. Oh, how he shows it. Even now his hand runs up and down your back, the mellowing crackle of the fire the only sound apart from the beating of his life against you.

His response is your undoing, the way he slowly nips at the flesh of your lips, gentle not to hurt you. Always, always so careful, as though you are some fickle reed swaying in the wind, prone to breaking at the snap of his fingers; in a way, you are, everything considered.

“I’ll take this as a yes ?” you mumble into his mouth.

Adrian leans forward with you in his arms and your head falls back as he presses short kisses up your sternum, his warm breath seeping through your clothes, bringing you up to him again until his lips find your neck, and you jolt in delight as he sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth. There’s something different about it this time; purple marks form in his wake as he follows along your jaw then leans back in the armchair, draping you over him. His lips are soft against the shell of your ear. “How would you like to go about it?” When he looks at you again, there is no shred of hesitation in his stare; only driven purpose, leaving you hopeless with want.

You grin and rush for an open-mouthed kiss to his cheek, then the tip of his chin as Adrian raises his gaze to the ceiling. You dare another kiss lower, to his throat, feeling the compulsive swallow; he grasps your rear with both hands to bring you even closer, and low words you barely hear fade into the night.

It’s hard to breathe with the heel of his palm pressing into your lower back so he can grind you against him, and you bite down a troublesome moan. You remember his question. Barely. “We… we find a room?” Well, at least you’re trying.

A soft puff of laughter tickles your ear, tingling hot down your spine. The bastard.

“How... practical of you,” Adrian says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You grumble something about his dry remarks as you melt against him like ice beneath the flaring desert sun.

“As you know, there is no shortage of rooms here,” he adds. His hands are on your hips, ever so slowly tipping your lower body back and forth. “Or beds…” he ends on a gasp as you hoist yourself up briefly then press down, teasing his rock-hard arousal.

But aside from that, you’re already a trembling mess of limbs and need, and have no worthy comeback. Your mind is clouded, and all you need is him, no barriers in between, physical or otherwise. “One… bed will be enough, I would think.” You grin, a light bite on his lip.

His eyes are black pools rimmed with gold again as Adrian stares at you. “You would think.”

You swallow, suddenly needing some of that tea to ease your dry throat. He loosens his grasp as you reach back and bring the cup to your lips; the rim chinks against your teeth as you drink. “Then,” you dare, placing the cup back and nestling into him again, “All we have to do is get there,” you say brightly.

Without a word Adrian shifts beneath you, body tensing as he rises with you still clinging to him. “Take the note,” he urges and you do so, staring at the one-letter symbol as you come to your feet. If this is what it takes to help his peace of mind, so be it. He breaks away, heading over to a wide desk where he opens a drawer and retrieves a flat rectangular box of dark lacquered wood. He places the container on the desk and opens it, then turns to you, watching as you stand there with the Enochian seal crumpled in your hand and curiosity on your face.

Your eyes widen when you see the object he now holds up before you. It seems to be a small type of rondel dagger. The slim blade gleams back at you, reflecting the fire from the hearth in reds and yellows; it has a tapering needle point that is meant to pierce, not to slash. He flicks it in his hand once, glancing at you, and the blood drains from your face as you realize what he’s doing. Adrian points at his wrist, then his forearm. “One short prick is enough.”

You gulp. “But, wouldn’t you…” You can’t resist asking.

Adrian shakes his head. “You don’t want a feral predator at your veins or anywhere close to you like that, believe me. And only a few drops are needed to use the seal.” He walks over to you, reaches for your wrist and presses the slight blade into your shivering palm.

Your fingers wrap around the metal hilt and it’s cold against your skin, encrusted with a small glimmering ruby. You stare back up at Adrian, whose expression gives nothing away. Weapons. However slight, however small; still, it is a weapon, one he allows close, despite knowing the vulnerable state he’ll be in. “And you’re fine with... this?” you turn the object in your hands.

“I would not have given it to you otherwise,” he says. His smile is kind, but a little tight. “It is meant for you, and not for me, after all.”

You nod once, wrapping the note with the seal around the hilt, then look at him. You throw a fleeting glance at the door, your blood a tempest in your veins. Adrian brings you in and you rise on tiptoe so your arms can slide around his neck, realizing it’s suddenly too hot in the study as his palms gently cup your face. His touch feathers lower, along the groove of your neck, his thumbs ghosting over the pulse points.

When Adrian tilts his head and his mouth leaves warm trails upon your throat, your knees buckle. “Now,” he begins, grinning knowingly at the useless state you’re in, one he’s reduced you to, after mere moments. “If you don’t mind, I would do the very romantic but equally outdated gesture of carrying you to the aforementioned bed?”

You huff, but the apprehension and stress sluice from your body like a poisoned stream. You breathe into his hair as you’re plied against him, sending a few golden threads astray. “I don’t mind.” You’re trembling all over as he bends forward and his arm slips behind your knees, and lifting you up, aims for the door in his feline tread. A muted sort of cheer brightens his somber features as you hold on to him and press your nose to his bare collarbone, basking in the scent of crushed roses and wine.

The blade has warmed in your grip. His caution is unnerving and still seems misplaced to you, but this might be well worth it. He will try this with you for your mutual enjoyment, and that trust means more than you could ever express. It’s all something to learn from, besides. And if, if anything should go awry, you know what to do. You have the seal. Nothing can go wrong. Right?

AN: if Alucard seems a little too cautious, it's because in my headcanon, the act of blood drinking is something conflicting to him for many reasons (some more obvious than others).

The grimoires called out here do exist in reality, as did the concept of Enochian, a constructed language. But I've twisted things a little.

Chapter I - Chapter III

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[made-some-ki-points]

Character Ideas Day 2: Armorer Artificer

A beloved family member or friend of yours unknowingly donned cursed armor, binding them to an ancient evil. Desperate to help, you began to study armor not to put it on, but to learn how to take off what was seemingly bound to a person forever. Your engineering is top of the line, though hyper-specific, to counter the magic of a specific evil. Now, with your loved one closer than ever to the evil, the time to prepare is over. You have no choice but to act.

You are the heir to a clothing fortune, the supplier of high fashion to the rich and famous of a major city. After a major attack, though, your family name fell to insignificance, with survival being first on the mind of everyone around rather than superfluous things like fashion. Your fortune quickly waning, and your family desperate for relevance, you come up with a million dollar idea. Make and sell armor for people to buy in case something happens again. You were happy with the arrangement, making great money and restoring your name, riding on the fact that your product would never be truly needed. Of course, when the time came, it was in fact needed again. Turns out, you were actually pretty good at it.

You were the armor maker hired by an ruthless and cruel royal family to outfit their bodyguards against advancing rebel forces. Unbeknownst to them, you were a member of the rebels yourself, and installed a kill switch into the armor, successfully leveling nearly all of their lower level forces before fleeing. Now, though you have gained a reputation as a hero, many of the royal family's most elite assassins are hot on your trail, desperate to kill one of their most prominent adversaries.

Before you left for military academy, your one of your parents gave you ornate and personal armor, a set they'd hand-forged years ago, as a token of luck. Though it didn't look terribly sturdy, you wore it still, just for sentimental value, a thought that only sunk in more when you received news of their untimely but not unexpected death while you were training. Later, near your graduation, you are involved in a major training accident that, by all accounts, should have killed you. But somehow, the armor seems to have kept you safe. Now, you've dropped out of the academy with a two questions in mind: What exactly allowed you to survive, and is it possible for you to re-create it.

You've been a mechanic your whole life, running a small shop with your partner and living a quiet, peaceful life. When your child is born, however, thing begin to change. They were very accident prone, and though you didn't really know how, you built rudimentary armor to into their clothes, resulting in a noticeable reduction in bumps and bruises. It also caused an unexpected side effect: You realized you quite like building armor. So, you've set off to learn, a mid-life career change that no one around you saw coming, but everyone seems supportive of.

As a scientifically minded individual kidnapped at sea by a gang of pirates, it seemed your chances of survival were next to none. Desperate to placate them and stay alive a little longer, you offer to make them anything they want, and surprisingly, they agree. The captain had always wanted to walk about underwater without complicated magic, so he enlists you to make it happen. You find yourself the inventor of the world's first diving suit, and eventually use it to escape your captors.

You are the apprentice of a powerful, yet extremely paranoid wizard, who has enlisted you on many occasions to make him armor and other protections from the hoards of assassins they were so convinced were coming for them. This time, though, the threat is different. It was you who overheard the assassination plot, and now you are in a panic, attempting to make sure the armor you made actually will be enough to stop whatever is coming to your old boss.

You and your partner make quite the fearsome team, them, a popular gladiator in a local arena, and you, the designer of their notoriously beautiful and well designed armor. In fact, your work was so well regarded that you got contracts from opposing fighters, a chance you took to engage in sabotage. Quickly though, it backfired, and your designs helped another fighter beat your partner badly, injuring them in the process. Your guilt has led you away from home, desperate to atone for your mistakes, but unbeknownst to you, your partner forgives you. All they want is to have you back.

Though you grew up looking up to the great mechanists of your time through the stories of those who lived in your small farming town, the idea of working with machines yourself was frankly a distant dream. All you had at your disposal was leather armor, and no one near you believed the enchantments would stick on flimsy material. Ever the determined child, you tried regardless, and by some miracle, it worked. Now, though you are constantly mistaken for another class, you are a talented artificer, ready to take your ideas to the world.

As a child, you were taken in by a very friendly group of automatons, and though your childhood was anything but ordinary, they were very loving and attentive caregivers. However, that didn't stop you from feeling different, and kindly asking how to make yourself more like them. Happily, they taught you how to build enhanced armor, a skill that you value to this day.

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[lionsword]

Like Our Fathers Before Us [Lucina & Roy]

Starter for @exclted

There’s been word of crumbling ruins, remnants of an old town and its gravesite becoming overgrown with strange greenery. Beautiful though its blooms may be, superstition and old maid’s tales have painted it as a beautifully haunting omen for a disaster to come. To that effect, the neighboring villages are too afraid to venture and clear it up, avoiding any and all routes that might cross it, and so have pleaded for aid from every passerby willing to help. As you enter the mouth of the ruins to dispel their needless fears, however, you find that these are no mere ruins. The vines close the entryway from which you came, and, looking ahead, you find that the ruins are, in fact, a huge maze. To make matters worse, the vines that now prevent you from leaving don’t seem to be content to stop there. All around you, the labyrinth shifts and changes; the walls move, the plants snake and snap. You and your companion must hack and cut your way through and find a way out, lest you intend to bury yourselves in a grave that never needs to beg for flowers. [Grants Sword +1]

“Thank you for coming with me on this assignment.” Roy was still getting to know his other Blue Lions. She was faculty on to of that, and the way she carried herself reminded Roy of so many other warriors he’d met. Manners were a must. It was simple to the both of them, it seemed. They were given a task for the common people, and they did it. Second nature.

Roy paced the ruins of the graveyard, eyes on the overgrown vines and mosses around them. For some reason, the Binding Blade felt hot at his side, as though it was reacting to the place. He turned to Lucina, concerned before anything stirred. “I don’t like this place. Not to believe in ghost stories, but I’d suggest being on the ready.”

He drew his sword and it was like the cemetery reacted in response.

No vine was idle. All at once, the landscape itself seemed to surge at them, shifting and writhing around, sealing off the exit behind them and crafting a new forest in front of their very eyes. The Binding Blade glinted in the sunshine and the edge burst into flame as he swung it at the vines. The plant matter hissed upon impact, sizzling and disintegrating against the fire.

“Lucina, are you alright?”

No matter what, he’d fight his hardest for the villagers, for Lucina, for the ability to come back home and fight again.

#thread #thread: like our fathers before us #exclted

[lewdladylily]

Kinda linked to how you were asking about hypnosis outfits, but you've mentioned before that if you're suggested to be in an armbinder you'll instinctively move your hands behind you to suit that. Does that work with other bindings? If you were suggested to be in a yoke or a fiddle would you instinctively hold up your arms by your head where they would be in you were locked into one?

So it does work with other bindings, and it goes even beyond bindings, but there is some limit to how much it will do. In the specific case of a yoke or fiddle I don't think it would happen in the same way because there is no way to rest my hands in that position like there is if actually wearing bondage like that. Holding my hands behind my back can be done without any major strain and can be done without conscious effort, so I sometimes just find that's where my hands have moved. Holding my hands up in a correct position relative to my head without the support of the device would be straining very quick and is not something I could do without conscious effort. I think that is the difference, but we've never tried.

Other effects I've observed are things like working around the clothing of the mental outfit, like sitting such that my dress wouldn't ride up, or finding myself immediately straightening my posture in a corset. One of my mental outfits is a maid dress with a very short skirt, and I constantly feel like I need to pull down and straighten the skirt to not flash my panties. One of the most notable is recently I was given a new outfit with an open mouth gag, and speaking normally felt so wrong that I ended up asking permission to hold my mouth open as if I were actually gagged and try to talk like that. Mental bondage we've done outside of my outfits include things like me being tied spread eagle on my bed, hog tied, wrist tied to the arm rests of my chair, leash tied to my desk so I wasn't able to move from my desk, and quite a bit more, all of which I was not required to mirror but I end up doing to some degree depending on my ability to do so.

Keep in mind this is with hypnosis where I'm not being required to hold any position, it's all in my head with with side effects based on that. If I was specifically made to hold a position like that with my arms and had that reinforced with hypnosis I'm not sure how it would go. Probably be pretty strong. I've been explicitly told to mirror things before and it's hard to go against that compulsion. It's like I'm completely capable of doing so except if I were to try I stop short. Like I can't or won't because going against it feels wrong. Not a wrong of me being a bad girl, more like a wrong where it's not a thing that is supposed to happen. In my personal world that is not an action that can occur, so it is confusing and disorienting to think about how it would occur. Not distressing though, and I can push past that with enough effort, I've yet to have an effect strong enough that I can't overcome it with effort, but sometimes it takes a lot of effort.

There are two exceptions to that. The first is under certain personality mods (my shame trigger and a different one I only got recently, call it innocent mode) I seem completely incapable of saying certain context dependent humiliating things no matter how hard I try. It does not appear to be a matter of effort, no matter how hard I try I simply can't.

The other is similar, it appears that under my new innocent mode combined with bunny mode I become incapable of resisting aggressive advances. This one isn't even a matter of trying hard, trying to resist doesn't even occur to me. In my mind it is categorically impossible. I'll beg, whine, bargain, or even put up token physical resistance but all in the absolute certainty it is impossible for me to escape without intentionally being let go, and therefore actually trying to resist is dangerous in case it makes them angry. It is a very helpless and frightening feeling. Very hot. The only way out of it would be to use my safety trigger to cancel these effects.

That last one is very new, it was only last night that I discovered how those two triggers interact like that.

Thank you for the ask!

#lily talks

[tania1bd]

Coffee

Coffee

Coffee is a beverage brewed from the roasted and ground seeds of the tropical evergreen coffee plant. Among the three most beverages (alongside water and tea) in the world, Coffee is one of the most popular and profitable international commodities.

Coffee grown worldwide can trace its heritage back centuries to the ancient coffee forests on the Ethiopian plateau. There, legend says, the goat herder Kaldi first discovered the potential of these beloved beans. People most commonly drink Coffee to increase mental alertness. Coffee is also used for diabetes, cancer, heart disease, high blood pressure, dementia, and many other conditions, but there is no good scientific evidence to support most of these uses.

The top health benefits of drinking Coffee:

You could live longer. ...

Your body may process glucose (or sugar) better. ...

You're less likely to develop heart failure. ...

You are less likely to develop Parkinson's disease. ...

Your liver will thank you. ...

Your DNA will be stronger.

10 healthy reasons to drink Coffee

Coffee is a potent source of healthful antioxidants. ...

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Coffee may help protect against cognitive decline. ...

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Coffee may help curb certain cancers. ...

Coffee may lessen your risk of developing type 2 diabetes.

High intake of boiled, unfiltered Coffee has been associated with a mild increase in cholesterol levels. The bottom line? Your coffee habit is fine and has some benefits. But if you have side effects from Coffee, such as heartburn, nervousness, or insomnia, consider cutting back.

Even among adults, heavy caffeine use can cause unpleasant side effects.

 You drink more than 4 cups of Coffee a day

Headache.

Insomnia.

Nervousness.

Irritability.

Frequent urination or inability to control urination.

Fast heartbeat.

Muscle tremors.

The best time to drink Coffee:

Mid-to-late morning is the best time for peak daytime performance.

If you need an afternoon pickup, ensure you have 6 hours to burn off the caffeine before you try to sleep.

For a better workout, have a Cuppa' 30 to 60 minutes before your sweat Sesh.

The healthiest way to take your Coffee is hot-brewed and black. One cup has virtually no calories or carbs, no fat, and is low in sodium. Black Coffee also has micronutrients, including potassium, magnesium, and niacin. Black Coffee is rich in antioxidants, which can fight cell damage and reduce your risk of serious health conditions like cancer and heart disease. Coffee is the primary source of antioxidants in most American diets. Black Coffee also contains moderate amounts of vitamin B2 and magnesium.

The new study looked at the combined effects of disrupted sleep and caffeine on our metabolism – with surprising results. The new study reports a negative impact of Coffee on our blood sugar control after a bad night's sleep. The benefits of water are well known, but experts say reaching for H2O before your morning cup of Coffee could jumpstart your system when you need it most. After going several hours without a sip, a serving of water first thing can hydrate the body while aiding digestion and metabolism.

Studies reviewed in the meta-analysis show coffee's anti-inflammatory properties are associated with decreased depression. Caffeine blocks mood-depressing chemicals in the brain. Caffeine blocks receptors in the brain from binding with a chemical (adenosine) that causes fatigue and depressed mood.

[mywifeleftme]

329: Marvelous Darlings // Single Life

Single Life Marvelous Darlings 2011, Deranged (Bandcamp)

One of the best pop-punk / power pop records I’ve ever heard, full stop, Single Life collects eight double-sided singles recorded between 2007 and 2010, the Darlings’ complete studio output. The lineup: vocalist Ben Cook, one-time ancillary guitarist in Fucked Up and veteran of one in every three early ‘00s guidance counselor-bait hardcore bands in Toronto; guitarist Matt DeLong, co-star of many of said bait bands; bass player “Marvelous” Mark Fosco; and drummer John Sirdevan. Cook’s discography alone has more writing on it than a stall at Sneaky Dee’s (well, maybe not that much) but none of these guys ever consistently struck gold the way they did with the Darlings’ charmed run.

Cook was clearly fond of the singles format (he also released like a dozen under his Young Guv alias during the same period), and it has a wonderful sharpening effect for a pop-punk songwriter (and for the record, these songs were group efforts)—there’s nowhere on a 7” to hide if a song doesn’t bang. As a result, every song on Single Life feels like the band is swinging for the fences, trying to make this one the anthem they’d be remembered for. Even though I’ve heard the album a million times since my friend Meghan tipped me to it a few years back, I have trouble picking consistent favourites—every hook makes its case to be the one you’ll be humming all day, but then another undeniable should-be hit pulls up and your brain is placed in a terrible bind.

Marvelous Darlings was obviously conceived of as a throwback to the heyday of guitar pop (I get tasting notes of Cheap Trick, Green Day, Flamin’ Groovies, Mick Jones Clash, the Rezillos, Teenage Head, Weezer…), and there wasn’t a ton on ‘00s alternative radio in this style, but I dunno—I think there is something transcendent about the way this group approached their craft that could’ve resulted in a genuine hit with just a little luck on their side. (A Canadian hit anyway.) I’m probably crazy, but choruses like “Friend of a Friend,” “Shoot the Piano Player,” and “I Don’t Wanna Go to the Party” make even a pessimist like me a little starry-eyed.

I’m hot and cold on Cook’s other projects, though if I were to pick and choose the highlights from all of them I’d probably have a mean double-album compilation on my hands; Marvelous Mark has a smattering of pretty good lo-fi solo releases, and every once in a while really nails it; of the others, I have no news. So it goes: we’ll always have these magic singles.

329/365

#marvelous darlings #ben cook #young guv #fucked up #no warning #marvelous mark #power pop #pop punk #toronto #toronto music #canadian music #'00s music #'10s music #deranged records #burger records #music review #vinyl record #fucked up band

[redsealheating]

Experts in Edmonton AC Installation: Way to Coolness

When the extreme summer heat hits Edmonton, one item can make all the difference: a dependable and effective air conditioning system. It makes no difference how long you've lived in the area or how new you are; having a high-quality air conditioning system in your home is critical to your comfort and health. This essay will explore how Edmonton AC installation pros may help you find a cool place to be during the hot summer months. We'll also discuss the relevance of Edmonton AC repair services and highlight a trustworthy Edmonton home cooling company.

Installing AC in Edmonton: A Comfort-Required Need

As summer temperatures climb in Edmonton, it is vital to have a working air conditioning system. Because of the excessive heat, your residence may feel like an oven, which can be uncomfortable and even dangerous to your health.

In this case, Edmonton AC installation services can help.

When you choose a qualified Edmonton AC installer, you are investing in more than simply a cooling system—you are investing in comfort and peace of mind. The trained personnel ensure that the size and installation of your AC unit are appropriate for the needs of your home. This equates to effective cooling that maintains a consistently comfortable indoor atmosphere regardless of how high the outside temperature rises.

Furthermore, an efficiently placed air conditioner in Edmonton may result in energy savings. Modern AC systems are designed to be energy efficient, and expert installation ensures peak performance. This helps you save money on your energy bills over time while also keeping you cool. When the summer heat in Edmonton hits its peak, it is critical for your comfort and well-being to invest in an AC installation. 

Edmonton Air Conditioning Repair: Keeping Cool

When Edmonton's brutal summer heat strikes, your air conditioner becomes your best friend. It provides a peaceful escape inside your home as a haven from the terrible heat. But what if your dependable air conditioner breaks down and puts you in a bind? In this case, professional Edmonton AC repair services can be beneficial.

You Can Rely On Our Experience: Edmonton AC repair technicians have the experience and expertise required to identify and address a wide range of cooling system issues. They've heard it all, from strange noises and insufficient cooling efficiency to unexpected failures. Their expertise ensures that your air conditioning unit will soon attain optimal performance, allowing you to keep your home pleasant even on the hottest summer days.

Avoiding Expensive Replacements: One of the primary benefits of fast AC repairs is the possibility of avoiding costly replacements. Ignoring minor issues may result in major system malfunctions, forcing you to purchase a new air conditioner sooner than necessary. In the long run, Edmonton AC repair services save you money by extending the life of your cooling system and restoring its effectiveness. Don't be concerned if your air conditioner begins to malfunction; instead, contact the specialists and enjoy the summer.

Edmonton Residential Air Conditioning: Your Reliable Partner

Having a dependable partner on your side is critical for keeping your home comfortable throughout Edmonton's hot summers. The Edmonton Residential Cooling Company is involved in this. They have created a reputation for household cooling competence that extends beyond the basic selling and installation of air conditioners. They are your dedicated allies in keeping your home comfortable, energy-efficient, and cool throughout the year.

Edmonton Residential Cooling Company's commitment to quality is one of its primary differentiators. They understand that picking the greatest cooling solution entails more than simply installing any old AC unit—it also entails selecting the appropriate model to fit your specific needs. Their professional experts take the time to examine your home's demands, including insulation, square footage, and personal preferences. They ensure that the AC system they install is not only effective but also tailored to your specific needs by employing a personalized approach.

The Edmonton Residential Cooling Company specializes not only in installation but also in maintenance and assistance. They provide routine maintenance, which ensures optimal system performance, minimizes energy costs, and extends the life of your cooling components. With this level of dedication and all-inclusive service, you can count on them to keep you cool and warm throughout the year. They are, in fact, Edmontonians' go-to partner for home air conditioning.

During the hot summer months, Red Seal Heating & Cooling Ltd. is critical to keeping Edmontonians cool and comfortable. Your investment will be rewarding due to their understanding of energy efficiency, safety considerations, and proper AC sizing. Furthermore, Edmonton AC repair services are responsible for the prompt resolution of problems and the efficient maintenance of your air conditioning system.

When seeking for installation or repair services for your air conditioning system, go with a reputable Edmonton residential cooling company. This will give you peace of mind that qualified people are handling your home's cooling needs. Keep cool, Edmonton, and rely on your air conditioning system.

#Edmonton AC Installation

[gaiaseyes451]

Rare Omens Fic - Choice (Reblog)

This is a reblog of Choice, a fic I released in January, in honor of the @rareomens event!

I'm totally normal about this ship, I didn't have 12-Feb marked on my calendar to look for new content... Nope, totally normal over here, nothing to see...

Note: Rated Explicit on AO3.

An Excerpt:

At first I wanted you because you were beautiful. 

Oh Lord, but you were beautiful. 

The first time I caught sight of you in the darkness of the budding universe, starlight tangled in your hair, the brightness of creation shining in your eyes. How I had wanted you, there and then. The yearning possessed me, ached in my core, intruded on my thoughts. I passed the nights in my quarters, feeling every needling second as I waited for the appointed time to return to the stars beside you.

I could not say when the furtive glances and carefully incidental grazes began. I tried to deny the feeling, dampen the hope that there was a pattern behind the brief encounters. A side-effect of working in close proximity, I told myself, encounters that were unavoidable and meaningless. Nothing more than happenstance, and surely not borne from your desire. A friction, exciting atoms to emit heat, pleasant in the moment—how I burned for you—but chafing in the aftermath when you pulled away. And so I attempted to deceive myself.

~*~*~

Six days I waited for your approach, listened for your voice, felt the phantoms of your touch. You were pulled away, conversing in hushed whispers and strident tones. Angels I had never seen demanded your attention… I sat on the precipice, waiting for any breeze to tip me over the edge.

On the seventh day, you approached me for the third time. Before I heard you, I sensed you—a star binding a body in its orbit, I was drawn to you, encompassed now by a force I could not resist. Even if I could have broken the tether, I did not desire escape. I stilled as you neared, holding my breath, thrumming with anticipation. Your hand hovered between my wings, a touch so light my back prickled as you leaned over my shoulder, breath hot on my ear. 

“Plans are progressing.” Your fingers slipped over the primary feathers to the soft coverts and I shuddered in pleasure.

“The observatory tonight after evening prayer. Let me show you what could be.” You spoke the words with your nose tucked beneath my jaw and I knew you could feel my pulse racing beneath the thin skin.

Your fingertips dug into my back and I arched into the sharpness. “I will not ask again.”

You withdrew, leaving me churning in your wake.

*~*~*

Continue reading on AO3

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #crowley #good omens 2 #rare omens #rare omens 2024 #Ineffable Inferno #lucifer #my fic writing #my fic

[feckcops]

Warmer, Warmer

“It is strange and striking that climate change activists have not committed any acts of terrorism. After all, terrorism is for the individual by far the modern world’s most effective form of political action, and climate change is an issue about which people feel just as strongly as about, say, animal rights. This is especially noticeable when you bear in mind the ease of things like blowing up petrol stations, or vandalising SUVs. In cities, SUVs are loathed by everyone except the people who drive them; and in a city the size of London, a few dozen people could in a short space of time make the ownership of these cars effectively impossible, just by running keys down the side of them, at a cost to the owner of several thousand pounds a time. Say fifty people vandalising four cars each every night for a month: six thousand trashed SUVs in a month and the Chelsea tractors would soon be disappearing from our streets. So why don’t these things happen? Is it because the people who feel strongly about climate change are simply too nice, too educated, to do anything of the sort? (But terrorists are often highly educated.) Or is it that even the people who feel most strongly about climate change on some level can’t quite bring themselves to believe in it?

“I don’t think I can be the only person who finds in myself a strong degree of psychological resistance to the whole subject of climate change. I just don’t want to think about it. This isn’t an entirely unfamiliar sensation: someone my age is likely to have spent a couple of formative decades trying not to think too much about nuclear war, a subject which offered the same combination of individual impotence and prospective planetary catastrophe. Global warming is even harder to ignore, not so much because it is increasingly omnipresent in the media but because the evidence for it is starting to be manifest in daily life. Even a city boy like me can see evidence that the world is a little warmer than it was.

“Part of the problem is one of scale. Global warming is as a subject so much more important than almost anything else that it is difficult to frame or discuss. At the moment there is a global warming-related item on the news at least once a week. Today, for instance, there are two: close to home, a judge throwing out the government’s phoney ‘consultation’ process over nuclear power, and further away, at a conference in Washington, an ‘informal agreement’ marking a new commitment to ‘tackling climate change’ and resulting in a ‘non-binding’ declaration which reflected ‘a real change of mood’. Just what the world needs – more hot air. And then the news moves on to other things, to contaminated Anglo-Hungarian turkeys and gang shootings and potential schisms in the Anglican Church. There is a kind of falsehood built into this; at the very least, a powerful degree of denial. If global warming is as much of a threat as we have good reason to think it is, the subject can’t be covered in the same way as church fêtes and county swimming championships. I suspect we’re reluctant to think about it because we’re worried that if we start we will have no choice but to think about nothing else.”

#terrorism #direct action #suvs #london #cities #climate activists #activists #climate activism #activism #climate crisis #climate breakdown #climate change #climate #climate denialism #denialism #politics

[candyswift-ny]

Two Faces of Adenovirus - A Time to Kill, A Time to Heal

Viruses are a kind of non-cellular organisms that are tiny to the nanometer level, with a simple structure that only has a protein shell and a long nucleic acid chain as genetic material. It cannot be independently metabolized but must be parasitic in living cells and multiply in a replication mode. It is weak but also strong, and human beings have to face the two-sided nature of a kind.

Adenovirus is such a virus that can infect human body. They are widespread in nature and can cause infections of the respiratory tract, eyes, gastrointestinal tract, and urinary system. They can cause regional transmission in highly confined, crowded and humid environments. But the advancement of science and technology helps us discover that this type of virus can also be used to fight tumors and even the novel coronavirus disease, COVID-19, that has recently raged around the world.

· Adenovirus Infection Can Be Dangerous

Adenovirus infection will cause many uncomfortable symptoms, including symptoms of upper respiratory tract infection (fever, sore throat, nasal congestion and other common cold symptoms), conjunctivitis (such as pharyngeal conjunctivitis, conjunctivitis, epidemic keratoconjunctivitis), gastrointestinal infection (diarrhea, more common in children under 5 years old), urinary tract infections, hemorrhagic cystitis, etc.

Adenovirus infection is a contagious disease and should be actively prevented. Adenovirus transmission mainly includes contact transmissions of respiratory droplets, pollutants and excrement, and eye secretions.

· Adenovirus Help Fight Tumors

Oncolytic viruses are currently an important method in the field of tumor immunotherapy. At present, Adenoviruses are the most used type in clinical trials. Oncolytic adenovirus is a genetically engineered adenovirus that can selectively replicate and express in tumor cells, thereby lysing tumor cells.

In 1996, since the world's first oncolytic adenovirus ONXY-015 was launched in clinical research, it has been widely used in scientific research, involving a variety of solid tumors. Oncolytic adenovirus combined with radiotherapy, chemotherapy, and targeted drug therapy are also proved to be more effective treatment options. Further clinical research will continue to explore the potential of oncolytic virus combined with other therapies.

· Adenovirus Vaccine for SARS-CoV-2

Adenovirus-vectored COVID-19 vaccines are one of the hot topics in global news. Johnson & Johnson’s JNJ-78436735, CanSino Biologics’ Convidicea (AD5-nCoV) and Russia’s Sputnik V, AZD1222 are all examples of this type. So what kind of vaccine is it? How does it work?

Like all vaccines, this method is designed to trick our body into getting infected. These homemade spike proteins will train our bodies to detect and terminate any actual SARS-CoV-2 infection before the virus causes severe damage. The adenovirus vector COVID-19 vaccine constructs the gene of S protein of SARS-CoV-2 into the adenovirus genome, and the shell is still the normal shell protein of the adenovirus. Therefore, when adenovirus infects host cells, the genes encoding the SARS-CoV-2 S protein are released to the host cell, and S protein is synthesized in the cytoplasm, which stimulates a series of immune responses.

The advantage of an adenovirus-based vaccine is that it can induce humoral and cellular immunity at the same time. Humoral immunity produces antibodies that bind to viruses, preventing viruses from entering human cells, that’s to say, viruses are recognized, swallowed, and degraded by macrophages outside the cells. For viruses that have been lucky enough to enter cells, they can be recognized by cellular immune mechanisms and cytokine secreted by killer T cells to lyse the infected cells.