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Lucio can feel it, like Lian is mulling it over in his mind. Not afraid or disgusted, but perhaps curious was a way to describe it. Lucio found it best to let them come around to the idea on their own. Most humans tended to ask him before the end. Just to see if it's as good as he claims.

It is.

But he says nothing more on the matter, not pushing the subject. Obviously Lian was thinking it over anyway.

Once in the car, they drive. And Lucio can't help but think of the reason he was here in the first place. That dream this morning. He idly thinks about it in the car as he drives, taking all the turns that Lian had instructed.

Did he really intend on seducing him here? Or was it just cold feet? He can't remember the last time he had cold feet.

Before he knew it, Lian had opened the drivers side door for him. Which he thought was kinda funny, but still sweet.

He gets out of the car and locks it behind him.

"This is your place?" He asks idly.

To show that he had understood what Lucio was saying, Lian nodded. His head lowered a little, as the thought that the other could give him ecstasy in a way that was intimate, but not that intimate, actually made him a little shy.

They were close, but as for the physical, only time would tell. It was a thought that he had actually entertained when he was alone, but of course had never revealed to Lucio.

“Yeah… sure.” He nodded again when the vampire assured him to talk about it when he was comfortable.

When the door to the car was opened for him, he got in and waited for Lucio to get behind the wheel. Another gesture he really appreciated from him.

“It's not far from here,” Lian explained, giving him directions once he had set off. After a few minutes, when they arrived in front of the house where Lian's apartment was located, he raised his hand to indicate that Lucio should remain seated. “Wait.”

With a smile, Lian got out, walked around the car and opened the driver's side for him. “My turn.”

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Lucio raised an eyebrow when the other put hands on his glass. Did he want everyone to look or something? Luckily no one really seemed to catch it or care due to how quick it had been retracted. He found himself slightly more annoyed than usual today at the direction. Being told what to do wasn't exactly his strong suit.

Lucio takes a sip as food is placed before them. Stew for his ward, and the simple bread and cheese for himself. Something small and light. Something that didn't have a strong odor like the stew across from him. The garlic is pungent in his nose, though unnoticeable to the humans around them.

At the 'help yourself' comment, Lucio grinned widely, taking another sip.

"I may not be able to hurt you without enduring remarkable pain, but there is nothing to tell me that I can't tell you what a presumptuous twat you are. The only one hindering our journey as of late, has been you. Getting lost and wandering about aimlessly. Losing the company and insisting you don't need direction.

I'll tell you something, if anyone needs to be told how to 'help themselves', it's you. Boy."

He punctuates this by taking a painstaking bite of bread. Goading the Prince wasn't mature, but it was all he had. To snip back was the only way he could be free. Were it not for the enchantment, he would've torn this one apart already.

And he laments not choosing the sister out of the two. At least she seemed much more agreeable.

“Then don't do it.” Conláed clutched Lucio's glass, about to take it away from him.

For the prince, it merely didn't taste good, but for a vampire, it was a completely different matter when they ingested something other than blood. At least that's what he thought. It made sense. Lucio had explained it to him.

Still, he left him the glass and withdrew his hand. He wasn't one to give him orders when it came to his health. Well, even if they forbade him to drink human blood, animal blood was the same, wasn't it?

“Just… We shall not fare badly on our journey.” Not that Lucio would get the idea that the prince might be too worried about his well-being. No, that wasn't it. Or was it? After all, he was his closest companion on this trip.

The distraction came immediately when the waiter brought him his food. It was strange to have to eat alone when he wasn't alone, but Conláed dipped his spoon into the stew and took his first bite. “Well, you know how to help yourself.”

He wanted to be nicer to him, he really did. But he was still having a hard time getting over himself.

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LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

He doesn't know why they're doing this. There's no point in it all. Cicero knew that the scars on his back ran far too deep to be softened or faded. They'd even discussed surgery- but he'd outright refused to even entertain the idea. Perhaps he didn't like the idea of so many people looking at his 'deformity'. Or maybe he was still clinging to the pieces of him left. Even the broken ones.

So she insisted that he let her do this. And of course he relented for his girl. Spoons was the only person in any world he trusted.

Apparently it's supposed to help soften and fade scars. Though, it'd be a miracle to put any dent in the ugly faded pink twists, turns, and divots in his skin.

Her fingers gently rub through the bumps and crevices, he can't even feel the sensation of her hands or the lotion being applied. Or at least, not in the way that most people would feel it.

What he does feel is when her fingers trace up the back of his neck, and over his shoulders. One of her hands is captured in his own when in reach, and pulled to his mouth for a kiss on the back of her hand.

"It's pointless you know..." He murmurs, "Your hands are of much better use somewhere else."

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「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

He bares his teeth. Bares his teeth at her because he doesn’t want her to see. Doesn’t want her to know his weakness or shame.

‘Lucio’s’ breaths are heavy, slightly ragged as though he’s struggling to calm himself after the altercation they’d found themselves in. Out on the road, anything can happen. Ramona insisted she could handle herself, that she was no stranger to the hurt out here.

Yet he found himself standing between her and the horrors more and more often. He’s cut up and bruised, her honor though, was intact.

He doesn’t like the pitiful look in her eyes as she tries unbuttoning his shirt. Trying to examine and treat the wounds. He tries to focus on her, though the blood spray suited her, luckily very little of it was her own.

“Don’t.”

It’s punctuated by his hand grabbing one of her wrists trying to pull open the rest of his shirt. His exposed chest bloodied and heaving slightly.

He does the only thing he knows how to do in that moment. He uses that wrist to pull her closer to him, his breath against her throat. Distracting her from the task the only way he knows how.

“Just make me feel good.. please..”

It almost sounds like a plea.

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𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

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Looking at her slightly disappointed face, he can't help but wonder how long she's actually been 'on the job'. Were all those meetings by chance like he'd thought? Hardly anything happened by mere coincidence. Or was she really sought out because she'd been seen with him more than a few times?

He's frowning slightly now as he thinks it over. Those red eyes staring almost through her.

He supposed most people could be bought. Shame and dignity seemingly were becoming a bit more of abstract concepts in this day and age.

"I don't need you to track him. I can do that myself."

After all, he could just smell him on her after a meeting.

"You can just tell me who he is-"

And fuck off.

"And then quit following me."

Lucio would say he had nothing to hide, but his blood sport just couldn't be exposed. Nor did he have much interest in killing her at the moment. Even for food.

He knew this person paying her must be human. Otherwise he wouldn't be so stupid as to have a human girl follow him around. All vampires were great observers, and even better scent followers. Most vampires he knew would just come to him and negotiate with him. If not attack him for what they wanted.

No vampire would be so stupid as to play such a dull trick on him.

"Since money is your only motivator- we can discuss price. I'll pay you more than he is that's for sure. Especially for only just a name. Though- falling through on contracts doesn't look good on you, does it?"

She didn't like the way he talked to her. Unlike usual, he talked down to her, didn't seem to respect her or take her and her work seriously. But was that all that surprising when she was the one who was practically backstabbing him and stalking him for a job? Probably not, but Aya didn't see that right now.

Besides, she couldn't suppress a slight twinge that made itself felt in her chest when Lucio turned his back on her. So that was it then. They parted ways, because by accepting this job, Aya had ruined everything else between them.

No more meetings in nightclubs where they fooled around, danced and flirted. Getting closer.

Until he suddenly decided against it and turned to her again. With a really unusual question that she hadn't expected.

“What…? She blinked in surprise, forgetting her anger for a moment. “What do you have in mind? Tracking down the guy who hired me?”

Aya would have been willing to talk to him more in depth about the whole thing if only he'd let her, but now there was a whole other issue at hand.

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Do not go gentle into that good knight. He likes to be fucked much harder than that.

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Your Tears Won’t Fix Me. Art by roseshrubs on Instagram

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She feels so warm pressed against him, and if it wasn't such a pain to get her here, he'd be tempted to take a small bite himself. Lucio rests his cheek atop her quivering head as he stands her just out of arms reach of the open coffin. Said coffin containing something that still looked dead, but much better than before.

The woman cannot see the way his eyes burn and jaw tightens looking at her.

His lips return to her ear, whispering. Her lips curl into a smile.

Archer can likely hear it if his ears aren't too focused on the sound of her blood being pumped through her veins. His whispers are saccharine, the words he says don't compare to the way they feel. It's overwhelming and obsessive. Love to the point of madness.

A tear trickles down her cheek from under his hand covering her eyes, catching on the corner of her mouth. To humans...

It's what God's love must feel like.

He takes her arm into his hand and his claws easily pop and tear through the soft flesh of her forearm. She doesn't make a sound as Lucio brings her all the way over finally and she gives her shredded arm, pouring blood, over to Archer.

After all, his teeth weren't secure right now. He'd help out in the very least.

Everything was so still, so void of light, if Archer had the ability to think he would have suspected he succumbed to his injuries. The dirt piled on top of him weighed heavily on brittle bones and paper skin. It's magic worked to soothe the ache it created... and more.

He was looking better even from this momentary healing, though you'd have to know his face to recognize it. Was that the dirt, or Lucio's power to soothe? Either way it was progress.

Somewhere in the blissful darkness he hears his name called. It drifted like a thread in water and Archer followed it. Eventually opening his eyes in the dim light to see his host, Lucio, hovering over his coffin with a woman in his arms.

Archer's eyes immediately burned black as the smell of blood flooded his senses. He had been starved for so long. He could hear her heart! Smell her fear.

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He leans back a bit, away from her in surprise at her outburst. 'Shut up' she yells. He'd eaten people for less. In a way it amuses him, watching humans be defiant and yell at him because they don't know who he is. But then again, it also kinda pisses him off. Who does she think she is?!

She certainly isn't doing much to tempt him into cooperating.

Lucio's face is stoic, losing all real playfulness or interest. Standing, he sighs, adjusting his wide brimmed hat he seems to always wear during the day. Perhaps to her it just seemed like he really cared about sun damage. And perhaps she'd be technically correct.

"Good luck then babe," He says it plainly, as though dismissing her. Bored of her.

He didn't even have to try to pry it from her. Sure it probably wasn't the whole truth, but it was enough for him to know to be on guard. If only just to spite her.

But something occurs to him and he stops himself from walking away, looking back at her.

"So... if you're just a snoop for hire, I can hire you too. Is that right? Are you bound by conflict of interest?" He asks curiously.

“Oh, shut up!” It just burst out of her. Especially when he accused her of not earning much money with her job. Lucio knew nothing about her. Nothing at all. And yet he was making allegations just to annoy her?

After all, now that the truth was out and she wasn't just a simple stalker, she no longer had to beat around the bush. Now it was time for real talk. But the fact that he was making no effort to talk to her about her job only annoyed her even more.

Nevertheless, she had to remain professional. She hadn't seen it coming that he would be like... this.

“If you don't want to? Well, I would still try to get the information I need. By whatever means. I would think of something else. My clients don't like it very much when I disappoint them, you know?”

Which wasn't to say that it hadn't happened before.

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Lucio can feel the other thinking it over, overthinking it really. It was roast in the sun, or accept. And luckily for Lucio, the other seemed to agree.

This one would have let him free even at a refusal.

Due to the creature pressing himself to the tree the fae was tied to, he could feel his movements. A sort of giddy wiggling. Back and forth, as if prancing in between each foot. Celebrating it's victory.

The horseshoe vibrates with anticipation before falling still. And then

ZINGING across the grass and into the shadows. Out of sight. The ropes binding his new friend were being sawed through steadily by his claws.

"I'll hide it from eyes- hide it from the day..."

It mumbles to itself, eventually cutting through the rope, releasing the fae to it's feet. The half a pale face and eye peek out once more from behind the offending tree. Looking over the forest creature with... seemingly pleasure.

"So pretty," It whispers, "Not as pretty as the thing I want. She broke all the mirrors."

S͛hͪeͤ cͨoͦuͧldͩn'́ᴛⷮ s͛ᴛⷮaͣndͩ ᴛⷮhͪeͤ s͛iͥghͪᴛⷮ oͦf mͫeͤ.

But before all that, perhaps it best to get the weakened fae away from here for now. At least until he catches his breath.

"Come. It can hide nearby."

A grimace fell over the fae's features, either from the iron continuing to weaken him or the expected request of the other. He should have expected as much. He was not one to do favors for free either. A creature only seeking to sustain itself. He almost admired such, if he weren't on the other end of this agreement.

❝ What do you want? ❞ The words come slow, labored. He'd already exhausted himself with his fitful display. Eyes watched the horseshoe move, silently begging for it to be tossed into the woods, away from him.

❝ I can only offer the promise of a favor. ❞ He admitted sourly.

His mind wandered for a moment, lingering on those whom had ensnared him. He could only hope this proposed favor would not eat up much of his time. There was revenge to be enacted.

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The thing beyond the shadows is eerily still. It looks at though it doesn't even breathe or blink. It has a smell that's hard to describe to those who don't know it. It's smell is faint, of grave dirt and hallowed grounds. Old blood and dust.

Its obvious from the way the fae bristles that he feels threatened. Lucio could say nothing, he is something disturbing to behold when free. Let alone tied down and essentially at his mercy.

It's eye follows the others, to the horseshoe on the ground. Iron. Something heavy and burning in hands of fae. But not to this thing.

The hand and face retreat once more, voice growing ever closer along the glimpses of movement in the shadows.

"Will it be grateful? What has it to offer this one?"

It asks this, giggling, horseshoe wiggling in its place at the fae's feet along side the giggles.

"A favor... "

Leondas ceased his hissing and spitting, if only to smell at the creature lurking beyond. Nose twitched, his chest heaved and fell deeply and slowly. Inhuman. His rage had been wasted on something else entirely, not the ones responsible for his predicament.

Regardless, that did not mean they were a welcome sight. He inhaled deeply through his nose one last time, exhaling a soft growl through bared teeth. Pointed ears dipped back in a sign of distrust, hostility. He did not like how he was being spoken to. It reminded him too much of how he spoke to his prey.

Bound or not, he was still a predator. Such ego demanded he be treated as such. But he found himself falling quiet, knowing he had little else to do. He did want to be free. His instincts screamed at him to flee into the shadows before the sun arrived. But he could not. Not on his own.

He glared at the iron horseshoe lying innocently in the grass, then to the half-shrouded being in front of him. His growling quietened, but his scowl remained.

❝ Yes. ❞

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He could feel a slight bit of annoyance coming off her and it makes him grin. She'd never really been annoyed with him before. But then again, most of the time they met, they were both a bit drunk.

What she says after, sort of shocks him, but it doesn't really show in his face.

"You're... spying on me?"

Were it a stranger, he would've been angry. But this was a pretty girl, it was different of course. And she hadn't really done anything yet anyway.

"Is that what you do for work? You must not make alot of money."

He jabs teasingly, giving this 'someone else' a thought. There were plenty of people who didn't like him. Wanted to see him suffer. Perhaps they chose her because he'd been seen with her before. Flirting and touching. Perhaps they thought he was soft for her.

"And what if I say no? What will you do then?"

Aya had reached a dead end and she knew it. But she believed that if it hadn't been Lucio she had to spy on, she would have been more careful, or at least she would have come up with more ideas, more lies she could have told him.

It seemed as if his sudden approach and the way he exposed her worked like a kind of switch that turned off all her abilities to remain undetected and professional.

It annoyed her beyond belief, but she couldn't admit that. Unless she told him the truth. It wouldn't be the first time she'd found a different outcome to one of her jobs, but his arrogant demeanor almost drove her up the wall.

She liked him. But the fact that he had become one of her targets and was now standing in front of her to find out was something that now stood between them. A job she should never have taken. She knew that now. But as always, it was money, lots of money, that her client had offered her for it.

Fuck.

“Yeah, that is important. A 'coupe of days' are more than I expected.” Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Aya had now averted her gaze. She was brooding. Lucio certainly wouldn't accept forgetting the whole thing and simply going about his daily business. Because that would also overshadow their future meetings.

“Okay, let's assume that I'm not stalking you alone. That I'm doing this… well, mostly for someone else. He gives me money for it. It's a job. I just need some information. Nothing more. Would you be willing to talk to me about it?”